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Sarah's Stallion Ch. 01

By: Privates1stClass



I want to thank Ladyfalcon for her assistance by making constructive comments and editing this story. 

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Growing up on a farm in rural southern Illinois, unlike city kids, I had few other children to play with, and I had no siblings. Luckily, our farm neighbors, who lived on the farm next to ours, had a daughter, almost the same age as me. She was also an only child, so at a young age, we were thrown together as playmates, because the only other child our age lived three miles away. Her name was Sarah Kolb. 

If you're familiar with southern Illinois, there are many hills mixed among the flat spots. Sarah's family grew corn, soybeans, and hay on their farm, because most of it was level. There was a small creek that flowed through a corner of Kolb's farm. That same creek flowed through the middle of ours, and about half of ours was hilly. On the flat part, my parents grew apples in an apple orchard, and on the hilly half we raised Christmas trees.

From about the third grade, Sarah and I would frequently ride our bikes to each others farm after school to have someone to play with. We spent a lot of time playing outside, wading in the creek, chasing butterflies, and riding our bikes. Sarah could run as fast as me and she didn't cry if she skinned her knee. She wasn't afraid of spiders, nor was she afraid to climb trees or to catch frogs. I liked her a lot because she was a rough and tumble girl. At the same time, she could be as sweet, ladylike, and pretty as a princess. 

One time when I was playing at Sarah's house, I saw several trophies, medals, and ribbons on her mantle. I asked about them, and Sarah told me they belonged to her mom, Virginia. She said her mom had grown up on her grandfather's horse farm and that her mom had won all the prizes for horsemanship at horse shows.

When I asked why her mom didn't have a horse, Sarah said, "She was in a car wreck when I was two. She had a broken pelvis that didn't heal right--that's why she walks with a limp. She couldn't ride a horse after that, so she had to sell it."

Sarah went on to tell me she wanted a horse, but her parents said she was too young. So instead of a horse, Sarah had a black, mixed-breed, mostly-Labrador dog, named Abby. She told me her parents promised her a horse when she turned fifteen, if she maintained good grades. In return, she had to promise she would be the one who took care of it. 

Over the next few years, Sarah dedicated herself to her school work and was always at the top of the class. Because of her love of animals, she always wanted to be a veterinarian.

By the time we reached high school, Sarah started developing feminine curves in all the right places. She blossomed from a cute girl into a beautiful young woman. She was slender, at 5-feet 5-inches, and 110 pounds. I loved how her blue eyes sparkled. She let her brunette hair grow and usually wore it in a ponytail that hung just below her shoulders. She had a small, turned-up, button nose and delicate rosy cheeks. Looking at Virginia and Sarah together, you might have thought they were sisters. Dad always said Sarah was "cuter than a spotted pup." 

In mid-August of our freshman year, Sarah received one of her grandfather's prize horses, a registered, four-year-old, chestnut quarter horse, for her fifteenth birthday. She was his only grandchild, so he lavished her with a magnificent gift. Sarah's horse, named after the Greek mythological flying horse, was Pegasus. She was extremely proud of him. Pegasus was an elegant horse--strong, muscular, and fast. He was sixteen hands high and had a white star on his forehead. 

As a stallion, his disposition was mostly gentle. Occasionally, he would act up, but he was much calmer than most stallions. His worst habit was to rub against wooden fences, and he broke some, requiring numerous repairs. 

Pegasus was saddle-broke and had been ridden before Sarah received him, so she started riding him within a week after his arrival at Kolb's farm. Sarah and Pegasus bonded quickly. Virginia helped Sarah train Pegasus, and within several months, Pegasus could perform all the maneuvers required in horsemanship competition. Besides all the maneuvers required for horse shows, Sarah taught Pegasus several tricks and behaviors. On command, he could bow, shake his head, rear up on his hind legs, and paw the ground with a hoof. Sarah also used several special whistles as commands. She could call Pegasus from the pasture with one whistle. Another whistle would send him into the barn. With yet another whistle, she could get him to urinate on command. 

When I heard that Pegasus would urinate when Sarah gave a special whistle, I was skeptical. One day when Sarah rode Pegasus to our farm, I told her I didn't believe it, so she said, "Stand back." Then she gave a warbling high-low-high, 'wee-oh-wee' whistle, and sure enough, he peed nearly a half gallon right there in front of us. She smugly smiled at me. 

I asked, "Why would you want him to do that?" 

"I don't like to muck out wet straw from his stall. Horse urine smells bad, so I put him in the pasture and get him to pee before I put him in the barn for the night. Otherwise, he pees on the fresh bedding I put in his stall." 

"Whatever gave you the idea to train him to do that?" 

"Grandpa trains his horses that way. He doesn't want them to pee during a horse show, so he gets them to pee before they go in the arena." 

"Oh." After that, I never doubted Sarah. 

With Virginia's guidance and training, Sarah became an expert horsewoman. Within about six more months, Sarah was winning showmanship and riding awards at local horse shows. Then she became interested in barrel racing. Her horsemanship and Pegasus' speed were responsible for winning a number of barrel races at rodeos and county fairs. Sarah and Pegasus won many ribbons and several cash prizes.

Sarah labored long taking care of Pegasus. Maintaining him was hard work. Beyond that, it was dirty and smelly. There were the daily feeding, watering, currying, bedding, and cleaning horse manure out of the stall. She had no days off, or days when she could sleep in. But Sarah enjoyed taking care of Pegasus. Caring for him made her a responsible, strong, young woman.

In the early summer before Sarah and I began our high school junior year, her father died of a heart attack. It shocked the farm community, because he was only 35 years old. His death left the burden of running the farm to Virginia. The Kolb's farm neighbors for several miles around pitched in and helped Virginia by harvesting the farm crops and helping with farm jobs that she and Sarah couldn't do. I also volunteered to help the Kolb's whenever I could. My ulterior motive was, of course, to spend more time around Sarah. 

Sarah and Pegasus continued winning awards in various youth halter and showmanship classes. As a team, they excelled in barrel racing. Just after she turned seventeen, they won the state barrel racing title in the "youth 18-years and younger class." Several local newspapers published photos of Sarah, holding her trophy (which she dedicated to her father), while sitting on Pegasus. The American Quarter Horse Association picked up the story, and published an article in their quarterly about Sarah and Pegasus. 

The publicity of their wins generated interest from a number of quarter horse owners who owned breeding mares. As a registered quarter horse, with a prize-winning lineage, plus numerous ribbons and trophies, Pegasus' foals could fetch a handsome price. Sarah and her mom would collect a substantial stud fee when Pegasus bred a registered quarter horse mare. 

Other than having Sarah as a best friend in grade school, I really hadn't paid much attention to other girls. However, by the time I was in high school, my hormones dictated I pay more attention to the female of the species. There were several girls at Jackson who caught my eye, but Sarah was my first choice--we knew each other since we were kids, and her parents' farm was only a short distance away. Given the small mileage between farms, she represented the girl-next-door. 

Sarah and I dated several times when we were sixteen and seventeen, and our relationship was slowly transformed. There was now something more delightful about being around Sarah than when we were kids growing up. When the weather was nice, we'd sit on the Kolb's porch swing and I'd put my arm around her. We'd talk about this and that, but nothing in particular. When we kissed, my heart began turning somersaults. Sarah's lips were so soft and sensuous that I couldn't get enough of her kisses. Our teenage infatuation was heating up. 

Just after we turned eighteen, we started going steady. I told Sarah I loved her, and she responded saying she loved me. She would blush when I told her she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Her personality was pure sunshine. 

During the late summer, Sarah entered a couple local horse shows. She invited me to go along and I was more than happy to accompany her and to cheer her on. At a September horse show, Sarah introduced me to her widower grandfather, Arthur. He seemed like a kindly old gent. I guessed his age was somewhere between 65 and 70. He had white hair, looking slightly like Colonel Sanders, except he had no mustache or beard. He'd come to the horse show to see Sarah compete. 

Arthur asked if I minded if we sat together in the grandstand. I didn't know anyone else at the show, so I agreed. We chatted about his farm and his horses. He said his farm was several miles north of Mattoon. There were about twenty-five horses on his farm, he said, and a couple stable hands to help him take care of them. He'd bred pedigreed quarter horses on his farm for more than thirty years. Arthur told me he was proud that Sarah had trained Pegasus so well. Then he said Sarah had mentioned we were going steady. 

"She likes you a lot, you know. The last time I saw her, you were the only person she talked about." 

"I like her a lot, too," I said. 

It was now Sarah's turn to compete in a Western Horsemanship event, so we both turned our attention to Sarah and Pegasus. Arthur pointed out how Sarah's saddle posture was perfect, how she placed the toes of her boots in the stirrups, and how she held his reins just right. Pegasus' ears were alert, and he obeyed each of her leg cues and reins to pivot, turn, stop, or back up. Pegasus and Sarah moved around the arena so smoothly, it was as if they were one. Arthur beamed when she and Pegasus finished. I thought she was doing well, but not being an equestrian, I couldn't tell if Sarah was doing better than her competitors. However, Arthur predicted she'd win another first place. 

Sure enough, Arthur was right. We both stood and clapped with enthusiasm when Sarah's name was announced as the first place winner. Afterward, Arthur and I went to the stalls outside the arena and found Sarah and Pegasus. We both congratulated her on her first place win. Sarah hugged her grandfather and then me. 

"I appreciate both of you coming to the show." Then she asked, "Grandpa, isn't he just about the most adorable boy in the whole world?" 

Arthur agreed, leaving me somewhat embarrassed and proud at the same time, while Sarah's slender fingers held my hand. He and I helped Sarah load Pegasus into the horse trailer, and later we said goodbye to him, before heading home. While Sarah drove the pickup home, she told me stories about her grandfather and how, as a little girl, she learned to ride horses on some of his gentle mares. 

When we started going steady, Sarah and I said we were "engaged to be engaged." As our mutual affection escalated, there was little doubt we'd eventually be married. During our dates, we kissed and did some light petting, but Sarah was such a lovely creature that I didn't want to wreck our bond by going any further. One time we were talking about marriage in generalities, and Sarah said she wanted to remain a virgin until she married. 

Sarah and I continued dating through the winter, and we both kept busy with school work and activities. Even though our parents limited our dating to the weekends, there were the holidays, basketball games, the school play, and two school dances when I could spend some time with Sarah. Being in love with Sarah helped the winter fly by.

At long last, winter's hold diminished. About four months before our graduation from high school in 1963, Sarah, and I went on our first double date with two of our close friends, Bill and Kathy. We were all 18, except Bill, who had just turned 19. Bill and Kathy had been going steady for a couple months longer than Sarah and I.

Bill's car was in the shop for a few days, so I suggested we double date on Saturday evening. We'd attended a movie in town, then downed a hamburger and milk shake at a popular hamburger joint before heading home. About halfway there, Sarah and I heard some giggling coming from the back seat, followed by "Oh... Bill... oh... oh..." 

I glanced toward Sarah as she turned to look into the back seat. She put her hand over her mouth, and with wide eyes, returned to her original position, staring straight ahead. A few seconds later, even from the dim illumination of the dashboard, I could see her cheeks turned crimson.

Driving Sarah home after dropping off Bill and Kathy, I asked, "What did you see in the back seat that made you blush?" 

"You won't believe this, but Kathy had her knees up and her panties were around her ankles. Bill had his hand under her skirt." 

"You're joking," I said. 

"No, I'm not joking." 

Sarah's disclosure astonished me. I didn't expect Bill and Kathy to be making out in the back of my car with Sarah and me in the front seat. Sarah and I had never engaged in that sort of behavior, so I understood why Sarah blushed. When we began dating, Sarah made a comment about not wanting to date a boy who "fooled around," so I tried not to cross the line for fear of losing her--she was the girl of my dreams.

When we reached Sarah's house, we sat and talked in the car for awhile. We talked about a number of things, but Bill and Kathy weren't discussed. The chilly air finally got too cold for us, so I walked her to the door. She gave me her usual polite kiss and a hug before going inside. On the way home, I wondered why Bill and Kathy were behaving the way they did. I knew they were going steady, but still I was surprised.

As I looked back on our relationship, I think it was shortly after our double date with Bill and Kathy when I sensed something began to change with Sarah, because it wasn't too long afterward when she started getting a little bolder. At first, she made a couple oblique statements about how surprised she'd been when she saw Bill's hand under Kathy's skirt. I didn't make any comments, trying to stay neutral about the whole affair.

I knew Kathy and Sarah had been best girl friends for a long time. They both owned riding horses, which is why they probably became best friends in the first place. Like most high school girls who are best friends, I was sure they never kept secrets from each other. 

Until that time, Sarah and I had kissed and done some light petting, but it hadn't moved beyond that point. One evening a couple weeks later, it was just Sarah and me on a date. We came home from a movie and were sitting outside her house talking about our upcoming graduation, when she surprised me with, "Did you know Bill and Kathy have been having sex?"

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"Kathy told me. She said they did it the first time just a few days before our double date."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I guess it explains why Bill had his hand under her skirt when we double dated."

"We've been going steady for four months. Do you want me to put my hand under your skirt?"

"Well, that's not exactly what I meant. I don't want to get pregnant."

"Putting my hand under your skirt won't make you pregnant."

"I know that. I'm just afraid that we might not be able to stop."

"What if we both agreed about how far we'd go?"

Sarah shifted in her seat and I sensed she was about to say something, but she just sat there and appeared to be deep in thought. Several seconds of silence went by and I heard her sigh. She turned her head toward the passenger window and said in a low voice, "Steve, I'm all mixed up inside. Kathy says Bill gives her the most intense orgasms she's ever had..."

"And...?"

"Kathy and I were talking, and she said she and Bill really enjoy it. She said we'd been going steady for several months... Well, she said she thought we'd enjoy it, too." 

"Are you telling me you want to have sex?"

"No. I'm telling you what Kathy said, but if you promised not to push me to have sex, I'd be willing to go farther than we've gone before."

Sarah had revealed something about herself I hadn't anticipated. It occurred to me that she was telling me what Kathy had said to distance herself from her comment.

"Maybe we ought to talk about this some more," I said.

She abruptly straightened in her seat and said, "I think I'd better go in—it's getting late."

I walked her to the door again. Her goodbye kiss and hug were about the same as always, leaving me wondering if she really believed what she'd said in the car.

Over the next day or so I replayed our conversation, trying to separate Sarah's thoughts from Kathy's. Was Sarah acting on her own, or was Kathy pushing her?

The following weekend, Sarah and I had another date. We both seemed to be skirting around the issue of making out that Sarah had brought up the previous date. Finally, I decided to clear the air once and for all. 

"Sarah, you've known me since we were kids, and we've gone steady for four months, so I think you can trust me, right?"

"Yes."

"So if I promise not to force you into sex, how far are you willing to go?"

Sarah thought about my question for a few seconds, then in a quiet voice said, "I'm not sure."

"Would you let me touch your breasts?"

"Yes."

"Would you let me put my lips on your breasts?"

"I think so."

"Well then, would you let me put my hand under your skirt?"

She considered my question a little longer than the previous questions. "Only if I could slide my hand down your jeans," she said.

"There, that wasn't so difficult was it? Sarah, I give you my promise that I'll never go farther than we've agreed."

"Thank you, Steve. I know I can trust you and that you'll live up to your promise."

Now that we'd come to an understanding, our sexuality was out in the open. It really didn't change my feelings toward Sarah, and I don't think it changed hers about me.

Before our date ended, I slipped my hand under Sarah's sweater and placed it on her warm breast as I kissed her. I could feel her nipple swell and her sigh told me she enjoyed it. Even though I'd have liked to continue by suckling on her nipple, I thought I ought to go slow so as not to scare her off. 

When I took Sarah home and walked her to the door, she gave me a lusty kiss before going inside. "Good night Steve, and dream of me," she said.

Our next few dates were interesting in that Sarah let me be bolder than I'd ever been. I was able to unsnap her bra and feel her breasts under her sweater. One date, I was able to put my mouth on her left nipple and flip it with my tongue, which brought a deep moan from Sarah. Each time after our dates, I had to go home and relieve my erection by hand.

At long last, on a date I'd suckled both her breasts and from her moans, I knew she was getting sexually aroused. Sarah finally slipped her hand down my jeans, and I don't think I'd ever had a harder erection as she fondled my penis. It felt so incredible that I ejaculated all over her hand. It was so embarrassing, but Sarah laughed it off, "At least one of us got some relief," she said.


Sarah's Stallion Ch. 01



The previous fall Sarah and I had both applied for admission to the University of Illinois and were now awaiting replies from the admissions office. Sarah was trying to obtain a scholarship for pre-veterinary medicine, because Virginia didn't have the funds to send her to college. I had applied for admission in an undergraduate agricultural degree program 

One day in early April, I received an acceptance letter from the University of Illinois, saying I'd been accepted. I was walking on cloud nine. The first thing I did after telling Mom and Dad, was to drive to Sarah's farm to give her the good news. Sarah was also happy that I'd been accepted. She still hadn't heard from her scholarship application, but was crossing her fingers that she'd get an acceptance letter like mine. 

After school, a week or so later, I stopped to see Sarah and she was in a dismal mood. When I asked what was wrong, she said she'd received a rejection letter on her scholarship application. There had been a half dozen scholarship slots and she'd missed out. I really felt sorry for her--she'd worked so hard and was at the top of the class. If anyone deserved a scholarship, it was Sarah. I did my best to comfort her. Even though she tried putting on a good face, I knew she was discouraged. 

Another week went by, and Sarah just wasn't herself. Her spirit seemed crushed, and it showed. We dated once after she received her rejection letter, and the effervescent Sarah that I knew and adored had disappeared. It took another week or so until her mood softened, yet there was still a forlorn look to her--she looked like someone who'd just attended a funeral of a good friend. She finally resigned herself that she wasn't going to college in the fall. Although I tried cheering her up, there was just a glimmer of the Sarah I'd known before she received her rejection letter. 

By late April, the weather had finally warmed, and Sarah's spirits seemed to be lifting somewhat. One afternoon, Sarah and Kathy were riding together, exercising their horses. Sarah was riding Pegasus, and Kathy was riding her horse, Ardmore. They stopped by our farm so Sarah could deliver a recipe or something from Virginia to my Mom. Sarah handed me Pegasus' reins and went inside our house to deliver it, leaving Kathy and me alone with the horses. 

Kathy's personality was completely different from Sarah's. I always thought Kathy was too forward. Mostly, she spoke whatever was on her mind. Many times her language was somewhat coarse, and she frequently told bawdy jokes. She also liked to tease. 

Kathy asked in a jesting way if Sarah and I had "done it." The question caught me by surprise, and I didn't answer, not knowing what prompted her question. 

Then she said, "I'll take that as a 'no.' I'll bet you'd like to do it with her, wouldn't you?" 

Even though the thought had crossed my mind many times, I wasn't about to tell Kathy, when I knew they never kept secrets between one another. I could feel my ears burn, and dropped my eyes onto the dirt, too embarrassed to say anything. I pushed some dirt around with the toe of my boot. 

Kathy continued, "Sarah needs to lose her cherry. I know she'd enjoy doing it with you. I'll talk with her about it." 

I didn't know what to say to Kathy, but just then Sarah came bouncing out of the house and joined us. Sarah saw my flummoxed look, and said, "Steve, is something wrong?" 

Kathy answered for me. "No Sarah. We were just talking about you and Steve, and he choked on something." 

Sarah said, "Poor baby," and gave me a peck on the cheek. Then she climbed into Pegasus' saddle, and they both rode off. 

I don't know specifically what Kathy talked about with Sarah, but by the time early May rolled around, I noticed a definite change in Sarah. 

Our petting escalated to a new level, when on one date, after I'd suckled on both her breasts, Sarah moved my hand under her skirt at the top of her panties. I worked my hand down until my fingers reached her pubic hair. She spread her legs and I was able to touch the first pussy I'd ever felt. Sarah's breathing changed and I sensed she was enjoying where my fingers were roaming.

"Oh... Oh, Steve," she whimpered.

A minute or so later, Sarah said, "Steve, we'd better quit before I get so carried away that I can't say 'no'."

I didn't want to quit, either, but I realized that if we didn't stop we'd end up having sex. That evening at her front door after our date we shared the lustiest kiss we'd ever had. I know Sarah could feel my erection pressing into her, and she pressed her groin into mine.

One evening a few evenings later, Sarah and I were sitting on the porch swing again, talking. Sarah laid her head on my shoulder and was tracing her finger around my thigh. 

A few seconds later, she sighed and said, "Steve, we've been going steady for several months. Do you think we might do it sometime?"

"I thought you wanted to remain a virgin until you're married." 

She lifted her head and looked directly into my eyes. "I'm so torn. On one hand, I want to wait. On the other hand, we love each other..." She didn't finish, but the tormented look on her face left me no doubt she was having an internal struggle. 

I gave her a hug. "Sarah, the choice is yours to make. I don't want to influence you one way or the other. I'm a male, so you know what my decision would be. I know if I forced myself on you, though, I'd come to regret it later." 

Inside, my teenage hormones were battling my upbringing. Our parents, school, and church had all taught the morals we lived by. We knew right from wrong, and knew we shouldn't surrender ourselves to sexual passion. Like many other young couples, we fought the same moral dilemma--should we succumb to the desires of the flesh, or remain on the high road? Sarah and I had reached the fork in the road--which fork we chose could affect our lives forever. 

Sarah sighed again, "It's so difficult--I have these feelings toward you and I can't live them out." 

"I know. Maybe we should just wait awhile and see what our hearts say." We agreed that we'd think it over some more and discuss it again in a few days. 

Several evenings later, it was the mid-May, and we were looking forward to our high school graduation at the beginning of June. The evening was warm--Sarah and I were again sitting on her porch swing, talking, kissing, and petting. 

Sarah asked, "Have you thought any more about us having sex?" 

"Yes--I've thought about it a lot. It seems like the natural progression of our love for one another, but if you want to wait until we're married, I'd honor your wish." 

"I've changed my mind about waiting until marriage, but I think we ought to wait until the time is right--for both of us. I love and trust you with all my heart--it's just that something inside me says we should wait awhile longer." 

A few minutes later, she said a horse owner would be bringing his quarter horse mare to their barn in a couple days for breeding. She and her mom would board the mare, named Honey, until the mare went into her estrus (heat) cycle and could be bred. They'd collect several hundred dollars for a stud fee and boarding. 

"Pegasus hasn't bred a mare before," Sarah said. "Mom thinks he might misbehave when he's around a mare in heat. I guess it's a male thing. Could you help hold Pegasus' lead rope, just in case he misbehaves, when he covers Honey?" In horse breeders' terms, breeding a stallion with a mare is called "covering the mare." 

"Sure I can help," I said. "I've never seen horses breeding. All we have on our farm are apples and Christmas trees." It seemed interesting, but then nearly anything related to sex is interesting to an 18-year-old male. 

"I've seen horses breeding a couple times on Grandpa's farm. Mom used to help when they bred horses, so she knows what to expect," Sarah said.

The next Friday, Sarah and I were on the way to school when she said Honey was showing signs of estrus. Honey was putting her rump toward Pegasus' stall and he was responding by whinnying and paying a lot more attention to her. Virginia thought Saturday morning would be the right time to let Pegasus cover Honey. 

Over dinner, I told Mom and Dad the Kolb's needed some help on Saturday, and I didn't know how long it would take. Mom said she felt proud of me helping Virginia around her farm without asking for any pay. 

On Saturday morning the phone rang early; it was Sarah. She said Honey was indicating she was receptive to Pegasus, and could I please come to their farm and help her control Pegasus while he covered Honey? 

I gulped down my breakfast and told Mom and Dad I was going to the Kolb's farm. I still didn't provide any specifics about what kind of help the Kolb's needed. 

Five minutes later, I turned off the dirt road into the long lane that snaked past a row of large maple trees to the Kolb's barnyard. I didn't see anyone, but when I stepped out of the car, I heard Sarah call, "Steve, we're in the barn." 

When I entered the barn, it took awhile for my eyes to adjust to the dim light. It only took a few seconds, though, to know there were horses in the barn--the aroma accosted my nostrils, plus I could hear Pegasus whinnying. The faded red barn was old, but big, and sturdy--maybe a hundred years old. There were four horse stalls on one side of the barn, a reminder of when farmers needed that many horses to farm. The first two stalls were empty. Honey was in the third stall, and Pegasus was in the last one. 

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see Sarah in Pegasus' stall, and Virginia in Honey's stall. They were both dressed in jeans, riding boots, and long-sleeved, plaid shirts. Sarah asked if I'd open the large sliding doors at the back of the barn to let in some light and fresh air. When I opened the doors, the fresh air was much more agreeable than the earthy, pungent smell of the horse stables. The bright sunlight shone through the doors onto the barn floor. Pegasus' whinnying was more agitated than I'd ever heard him. Virginia said he'd awakened her at dawn and was sure Pegasus had tried to get to Honey all morning. 

Since Virginia had experience with breeding horses, she described how she wanted to control them. She was going to tie Honey to a post outside the barn, and place breeding hobbles on her. Virginia would have Honey in a position facing the barn. Then Sarah and I were to lead Pegasus, from the side, out of the barn, facing Honey. She cautioned us not to get between the horses, because she didn't know what Pegasus might do. She also said, by all means, not to stand behind either of the horses where we might be kicked. 

Virginia handed me a length of soft, sturdy rope and asked me to carry it to the barnyard. She led Honey to the barnyard and tied Honey to the post. Virginia said the rope hobbles on Honey's hind legs would prevent her from kicking us or Pegasus when he covered Honey. She hobbled Honey at her hocks, then tied a ribbon to Honey's tail and pulled it aside, to prevent Pegasus' erect member from getting entangled when the horses were breeding. 

I headed back into the barn to help Sarah lead Pegasus outside. As we led Pegasus from the barn, Virginia pointed to where we should lead him so Honey could see him. That way, Honey would know he was there and wouldn't get spooked. We led Pegasus toward Honey and she turned her head toward him. Then she dropped her rump. Virginia said that was what mares do when they are in heat and a stallion is near. 

Virginia motioned that we should lead Pegasus in a large arc. She wanted us to lead him around to Honey's rump. As Pegasus neared Honey, he definitely showed an interest in her. He started prancing, and bucked a couple times. Sarah and I both needed to hold tightly on his lead rope to restrain him. 

As he approached Honey, he dropped his nose to the ground. He sniffed the soil where Honey had urinated and put his nose up to her tail. Pegasus rolled his upper lip and let out a loud whinny. He moved directly behind Honey, and within a few seconds, his large penis started to erect. First, around twelve inches came out of its sheath--then eighteen--twenty-four inches, at least. 

He reared up on his hind legs and three times tried mounting Honey, but his stiff penis kept getting caught under Honey's belly, between her hind legs. Sarah released the rope and started toward Pegasus to move him back, but before she reached him, his flailing penis finally found its way into Honey's vagina. The muscles in his hind legs rippled as he pushed his huge penis into Honey. He made a couple more huge lunges and thrust his erect phallus entirely into Honey's rump. His front hooves were now on either side of Honey's ribcage. He snorted and stamped his rear hooves, thrashing his tail. 

Having lived on a farm all my life, I'd seen cattle and pigs breeding out in a pasture, but this was up close--perhaps a dozen feet away. It was the first time I'd ever seen horses breeding. Watching Pegasus' huge erect penis thrusting into Honey caused my penis to stiffen, and I had no control of it. Although watching the horses was eye-riveting, it was at the same time awkward, because I was facing Virginia and we were standing only a few feet apart. I started to blush, and could feel my face flush. Then my eyes met Virginia's. Being a mother, with a beautiful teenage daughter, she was quite aware what kind of thoughts were going through my head. Nor could she miss the bulge in the front of my jeans. 

Before I had a chance to turn away from Virginia, Sarah came back to where I was holding the rope. She saw my fire-red face, and I was sure she saw the lump behind my fly. Then Sarah started to blush. There was a definite tension in the air, all around. Everyone was silent while the horses were breeding. 

Unlike me, Virgina seemed fairly casual about the horses breeding--just business as usual--maybe she'd seen it so many times that it didn't affect her anymore. She finally broke the silence, "Looks like no horsing around today. He didn't give her any foreplay or even blow in her ear." 

After about twenty seconds, Pegasus pulled out, and dismounted from Honey. There must have been a pint of both horses' cum running out of Honey's vagina. It took awhile until his dangling penis retracted into its sheath. 

Virginia said, "It looks like he went off inside her. That's a good sign. We can let them nuzzle for a bit." 

She told Sarah to lead Pegasus to Honey's shoulder. Pegasus laid his head across Honey's mane, as if to say, "Honey, was it as good for you as it was for me?" Then he gave her a nip with his teeth. About a minute later, Virginia asked Sarah to put Pegasus back to his stall, so she led him away. 

Virginia knelt down to remove the hobbles from the Honey's left rear leg and I walked around Honey to remove the rope from her right one. Her eyes were about the same height as my still-throbbing penis and I saw her staring under Honey's belly directly at the front of my jeans. 

I muddled something like, "Uh, let me--I'll untie this one." 

After we untied the ropes restraining Honey's rear legs, Virginia stood up and untied Honey's lead from the fence post. She led Honey back to her stall, and I followed, on the other side of Honey, hoping she didn't notice my erection. 

Sarah put Pegasus in his stall, then opened the door to Honey's stall. After Virginia put Honey in her stall, she said, "Thanks Steve. Other than Pegasus' bucking a couple times, I thought he behaved fairly well for his first time. I'm glad it's over, though. We'll probably breed Pegasus and Honey again on Monday. 

Would after school be OK with you, Steve?" 

"Sure. I'll be available." 

I was thinking that somehow I was going to have to control myself better on Monday. I couldn't embarrass myself again in front of Sarah and Virginia. 

"Good. I'm going to the house to bake some chocolate chip cookies." With that, she left the barn. 

A minute or so later, Sarah came out of Pegasus' stall with his halter in her hand. She sat down on one end of a bale of straw. She looked around the barn. "Where'd Mom go?" 

"Oh, she said she's going to bake some chocolate chip cookies." 

"Steve, she knows how much you like them." 

"You have a very sweet mom." 

I sat on another bale of straw, a couple feet away, facing Sarah. "I love you, Sarah." Then I bent forward and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. 

"I love you too, Steve." It was music to my ears when she said she loved me. 

"This was the first time I've ever seen horses being bred." 

She gave me a knowing grin. "I noticed your reaction. It looked like you'd stuffed a flashlight down the front of your jeans." 

"Well, watching Pegasus thrusting that huge penis into Honey made me horny." 

"Yeah, I know. I was wondering how it must feel for Honey to have that enormous thing in her." 

"I think Pegasus enjoyed it." 

"And Honey didn't resist." 

Merely recalling Pegasus mounting Honey had the same effect on my penis as watching the horses. It was no longer under my control, and I was having another massive erection, which wasn't lost on Sarah. 

"It looks like that thing of yours is trying to get out of your jeans." 

"It's going to take an hour until your mom's cookies are baked, and I have a condom. I think the time is right, don't you? 

"Steve, if you really want to know, I've dreamed of us having sex for a couple months, but not now." 

"Why not?" 

"I've always wanted our first time to be romantic. You know--candles, soft music, a fireplace..." Her voice trailed off. "But not in a horse barn. Steve, I don't feel very feminine. I'm sweaty--I even smell like a horse--and last night I started my period." 

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Indeed I was. 

Damn the luck. Just when the remotest possibility for sex arose, Sarah was having her period. 

She reached forward and patted me on my thigh, then she stood up and put a hand on each of my cheeks and gave me a sweet kiss on the lips. 

"Poor baby, I know what you must be going through, because Kathy told me Bill gets blue balls when he has an erection and they don't have sex." 

A naughty smile crossed Sarah's face. "We'll have to take care of that bulge in your jeans, won't we?" She grabbed my hand. "Come with me, we need to put down a horse blanket." 

She led me to the back of the barn where several horse blankets were stored, next to a pile of straw bales. She told me to take a horse blanket and open it on a small, flat pile of straw near the open barn doors at the back of the barn. 

The back barn doors were still open and sunlight streamed through them onto the barn floor. The straw and hay dust in the air diffused the sunlight and filled the barn with a nice glow. The back of the barn faced a grove of blooming locust trees. A gentle breeze from the trees came through the open doors and the aroma from the locust blooms reminded me of honeysuckle. The waft of the locust tree aroma was definitely better than the musky, horse stable smell. 

"Remove your jeans and lay down on the blanket. I'll help get rid of your blue balls. That should make you feel better." 

I was somewhat reluctant, but Sarah's offer to relieve my blue balls overrode my hesitancy. So I kicked off my boots and jeans and sat down on the blanket. Sarah knelt down beside me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. I wrapped my arms around her and found her lips slightly parted. I slipped my tongue in her mouth, which caught her by surprise. She gasped, and then we went back to kissing each other deeply. We kissed passionately for several seconds. 

When I pulled her on top of me, I could feel her warm breasts through my T-shirt. I tried to continue kissing her, but she pulled away. 

"Steve, we're here to take care of your problem, remember?" 




Sarah's Stallion Ch. 01



"Oh, yeah. Now I remember." 

My penis was standing at rigid attention. Sarah looked down at the tent in my boxers. "We'd better fix that thing before you tear a hole in your shorts." 

Sarah tried pulling my shorts down, but the waistband was trapped between me and the horse blanket. I lifted my hips and she tugged my shorts to my ankles, and I kicked them off. Her eyes widened as she examined my erect penis. Even though we'd done some petting on recent dates, it was done in the dark, and I'd barely made it to third base. 

"This is the first time I've seen all your male apparatus. It's bigger than I expected," Sarah said. 

Sarah seemed inquisitive. She touched my penis and giggled. "It's so hard, with a cute little slit in the end. I didn't realize your penis curved like that. I always thought a boy's penis was straight." 

"The harder it gets, the more it curves," I said. 

I felt her fingers on it as she gently touched it all around. 

"Did you have surgery on your penis?" 

"No, why?" 

"There's a dark line on the bottom of it that looks like a scar. I thought maybe you'd had surgery or something." 

"I can't explain it. It's been that way ever since I can remember." 

She softly stroked my scrotum. As she cupped her hand under it, she moved her fingers and thumb. "Your scrotum is all wrinkly like Pegasus'." 

"But I'm not hung like him, right?" 

She laughed. "No, but yours is cuter. Did you know your left testicle hangs lower than your right one?" 

"That's another thing I can't explain. You can feel them if you want." 

She cautiously squeezed each one, as if it was a fragile bird egg, and smiled. "Your testicles are bigger than I thought they would be. Kathy called them balls, but they aren't balls at all, they're oblong." 

Sarah was silent for a few seconds. She wrinkled her brow, and her face had a slightly puzzled look. "Your scrotum doesn't look blue." 

Then she asked, "When you have blue balls, do they hurt?" 

"It's more of a discomfort than pain right in my scrotum," I said. 

"Kathy says Bill has pain until she relieves it." 

I wondered if Bill really experienced pain, or if he was stringing Kathy along. Maybe I should have told Sarah blue balls caused me pain, too. 

"Don't worry. I'll take care of it for you." 

She made a circle with her thumb and forefinger and wrapped it around my penis. Then she started gently moving her warm hand up and down the shaft. 

"Kathy told me this is what she does for Bill." 

"Oh Sarah, that feels good." 

By this time my penis was so stiff that it was almost painful. After a few seconds I told her she could grip it a little tighter and stroke it faster. 

She altered her grip and started stroking my penis like she was milking a cow. Her grip was quite strong and each stroke sent shivers up and down my spine. I felt my heart slamming against my rib cage and my toes involuntarily curled under. My breath was coming in big gasps. She occasionally stopped the milking action and changed hands. 

I started getting a feeling in my lower abdomen, like the feeling when you crest a hill in a roller coaster. From somewhere in my pelvis there was an indescribable feeling that was taking over my entire body. In what seemed like a few seconds, I said, "I'm going to cum." 

Sarah changed her grip again while still stroking the shaft. She gently grasped my scrotum with her other hand and massaged my testicles. I could feel the muscles in my legs start to spasm and I couldn't stop it. 

I managed, "Oh, Sarah... Oh... Ahh..." 

When I ejaculated, it felt much better when Sarah did it than when I did it myself. The first spurt narrowly missed her, flying several feet in the air. She quickly aimed my penis away from her and kept stroking as I sent half a dozen large spurts that went every which direction. Quite a bit landed on my hip and scrotum. Some of my semen had dribbled across her hand and into my pubic hair. Sarah slowed her stroking until she was barely moving my penis. 

"Sarah, that felt so... good. I thought I was in heaven--I just wish it could have lasted longer." 

"Wow, you were so full of sperm," she giggled. "I made your geyser erupt, didn't I?" 

"Sarah, there's a bandanna in the pocket of my jeans. You can blot your hands on that." 

She retrieved my bandanna and wiped her hands. Then she wiped the sticky mess off my hip and scrotum. 

She smiled. "I've never seen that before--it was quite a sight. I hope that takes care of your blue balls." 

"Yes, and I enjoyed every second of it." 

"You'd better put your jeans on, before Mom comes looking for us." 

"Your mom's baking cookies. She wouldn't let them burn." 

"Anyway, you'd better put your jeans on before you get caught." 

"Thanks for the relief." I sat up and gave her a long sensuous kiss. 

I put on my shorts, jeans, and boots. Sarah brushed the straw off the back of my shirt and jeans. On the way back to the house, I dropped my bandanna through the open window of my car. Sarah and I washed our hands at the water spigot outside the farm house. 

When we reached the kitchen door, we could smell the odor of freshly baked cookies. One batch of cookies was already cooling, and Virginia was putting the second batch into the oven when we walked in. Sarah and I sat down at one side of the kitchen table, and held hands under the table. Virginia handed us each a delicious, warm, chocolate chip cookie. 

I took a bite. "This is one of the best chocolate chip cookies you've ever made." 

"Mom, he's just flattering you," Sarah said. 

Virginia smiled. "He says that all the time, but I've seen through his blarney for years, Sarah. All the same, I've always enjoyed the nice things he says about my cookies." 

Virginia changed her tone of voice. "Steve and Sarah, now that I have you both together, I want to give you some motherly advice." 

She walked to the end of the table. "Mothers have a sixth sense concerning some things..." 

Sarah and I gave each other a furtive glance. 

"Steve, I've known your family since before you were born. I've watched you and Sarah grow up to become playmates and best friends. However, at this point, I know you're far beyond being best friends. Since you're both eighteen, and adults, I can't watch over you all the time. You're old enough now to make your own decisions." 

Virginia left the kitchen and walked down the hall to the bedroom. We heard some drawers open and close. A few moments later she came back into the kitchen with half a dozen condoms. She handed three to Sarah and three to me. 

Sarah had a perplexed look on her face. "Mom--Mom, why are you giving us these?" 

"I've seen the way you two have been acting recently, and I can tell you're deeply in love. I'm not giving you permission to use them. In fact, I'd hope you'd wait until you're married. At the same time, I realize that when two people love one another, sometimes things happen." 

Sarah squirmed in her seat and I started to blush. 

Virginia resumed her discussion, "Breeding the horses today reminded me of a day many years ago, and I want to relate it to you so you don't make the same mistake as me." She was silent for several seconds, as if searching for the right words. She was looking at Sarah, but instinctively I knew what she was going to say included me. 

"When I was your age--it was just a couple months before we graduated from high school. Well, your late father and I were helping breed horses like today, and afterwards... Let's just say we were so much in love and sexually excited that we did it in the back seat of his car that night. It was our first time, and we didn't use any protection. That's when I became pregnant with you. I don't want the two of you to have an accident." 

Sarah let out a muffled gasp. "Oh Mom--you never told me that before." 

She stood up next to the table and hugged Virginia. A tear started running down her cheek. "I love you, Mom." 

They hugged each other for awhile and both of them shed more tears. I didn't have anything to add, so I let them share their emotional moment. 

Virginia broke the ice again when she said, "Oh my--look how late it is. I'll bet the two of you are hungry as wolves. I'll fix lunch while you wash your hands. You love birds can sit on the porch swing and I'll bring your lunch to you." 

Virginia wiped away some tears with the hem of her apron and started making lunch. She made grilled cheese sandwiches and lemonade for us. After lunch, she brought us a couple more chocolate chip cookies. 

Sarah and I sat in silence on the porch swing awhile, holding hands, enjoying each other's company. She laid her head on my shoulder. 

"Sarah, you're awfully quiet. What's on your mind?" 

"I was thinking about Mom and Dad in the back of the car. I had no idea I was conceived as the result of their accident." 

"You're the most beautiful accident I've ever seen." 

Sarah smiled, "It's just the shock, I think, learning my parents weren't married when I was conceived." 

"Does it matter if they were married? Both your parents loved and cared for you, and those are the most important things." 

"It's starting to make sense now. One time I was looking at Mom and Dad's photo album, and thought Mom's wedding dress looked larger than her high school graduation dress. Mom said she and Dad were married just a few months after they both graduated from high school. Her pregnancy must have just started to show. I didn't know I was under her wedding dress in that picture." 

Sarah became quiet for another minute or so. Then she said, "Steve, what are you thinking about?" 

"Today... The horses... What your mom said about condoms--and what you did for me. I really, really enjoyed how you relieved my blue balls. When can I repay your favor?" 

Sarah sighed and gently squeezed my hand. "I wish we could have done it today, but graduation is only a couple weeks away. Mom says we're old enough to make our own decisions, so my decision is to give you my virginity as your graduation gift." 

She threw her arms around my neck and gave me a sultry kiss. "I love you, Steve." 

"Are you really sure that's what you want to do?" 

"Steve, remember we said we'd wait until the time is right? I think after graduation will be right, don't you?" 

Who was I to argue? "Sarah, since that's your decision, I'll be happy to accept your most personal gift. And I love you--more than you'll ever know. I want you to have my virginity, too, as your graduation gift." 

We kissed again, to seal the promise. Over the past few weeks we'd wrestled with our moral dilemma, and as I suspected all along, the pull of our sexual urges was stronger than our moral teaching. 

The following Monday I helped hold Pegasus' lead rope again. This time I knew I shouldn't watch the horses' breeding as closely as I had on Saturday, and that I should hold the rope with my other hand, keeping my back to Virginia. I did better, the second time. At least my erection wasn't as apparent as it was the first time Pegasus covered Honey. 

By the third time we tied Honey to the fence post in the barnyard, Pegasus knew what was going to happen. He started to whinny and nicker. It was all Sarah and I could do to restrain him as we lead him from his stall toward Honey. His penis started to erect as soon as he exited the barn. Pegasus covered Honey this last time before her owner picked her up from Kolb's farm. Although I'd witnessed Pegasus covering Honey three different times, I'd had an erection every time the horses were bred. 

June eventually arrived, and with it, our high school graduation. Sarah was the valedictorian. Her valedictory speech was typical of most graduation speeches--about how we were at the beginning of our adult lives and how we could do anything we put our minds to. Toward the middle of her speech, she faltered when she mentioned how much she wished her late father could have attended her graduation. Tears began welling in her eyes. She turned her back to the crowd, and we could see her bent over, crying into her handkerchief. Mr. Wilson, our principal, went to the podium to comfort her. 

Most of the ladies in the audience pulled out their hankies and cried along with Sarah. Some of the men also brushed away a tear or two. It took several minutes before she regained her composure and continued her speech. 

When Sarah finished, Mr. Wilson made a short speech saying how proud he was that Jackson High School received a higher percentage of excellent test scores than most of the big city schools. After the speeches, the band played. Then as each graduate's name was called, we walked across the stage, and Mr. Wilson handed us our diplomas. Sarah received her diploma first and returned to her seat in front of the stage; the rest of us received ours. People clapped and cheered as each graduate received their diploma. 

As I was walking off the stage, I heard a familiar warbling 'wee-oh-wee' whistle. I looked down at Sarah, and from behind her tear-stained handkerchief, she gave me a big smile and a sly wink. 

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Sarah's Stallion Ch. 02



This is a continuation of Chapter 1. You might want to read it, to pick up some important details. 

I want to thank LadyFalcon for her assistance by making constructive comments and editing this story.

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The day of my graduation, and a couple days after, were very busy. Mom invited my out-of-state aunt and uncle, plus my young male cousin, to my graduation. They stayed with us for two more days. Sarah's mom hosted a graduation party for her with some of her relatives, including her grandfather. Sarah and I would have preferred to have been together without the parties, but our parents wanted to celebrate our passing another of life's milestones.

I'll never forget the phone call I received from Sarah the evening of her graduation party. It sounded like she was in tears, but she was laughing, and screeching, and yipping, all at the same time.

"Sarah, calm down. What are you trying to tell me?"

"When Grandpa heard I didn't get my scholarship, he said he'd loan me the money for college." She seemed breathless and overjoyed.

"Oh Sarah, I'm so happy for you!" I was--I couldn't have been happier for her.

Sarah related that Arthur told her he'd finance her college education on the condition that she honestly study to the best of her ability. He said that when she became a veterinarian, she could repay his loan. He hoped that by becoming a veterinarian, she would help take care of his prized horses.

I realized that Sarah and I would now be attending the University of Illinois together. We'd be able to see one another every day--I thought maybe we'd even be in some of the same classes. Things were looking up for both of us.

Earlier in the year, Dad told me he'd pay my college tuition, if I'd help him take care of the apple orchard and prune the Christmas trees. I was going to be his hired hand for the summer. Now that school was over, it was time to go to work.

The third day after graduation, it dawned warm and sunny. I was helping Dad spray the apple orchard, when something went "clunk" in the sprayer. Dad stopped the tractor and checked the sprayer pump. He said the pump was broken and he needed to drive to town to find a replacement. "Son, it looks like you're going to have the rest of the day off."

Dad and I went back to the house and Mom fixed an early lunch. Later, I called Sarah.

I told Sarah Dad's sprayer was broken and he'd gone to town to find a new one. "I have the rest of the day off. Can I come over?" 

"Sure sweetie, I was about to exercise Pegasus and Ardmore this afternoon."

"Ardmore?"

"Oh I forgot to tell you--Kathy's grandma isn't very well, and her family drove to Chicago to see her yesterday. We're boarding Ardmore for several days until they come back."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. "Steve, why don't I saddle both horses and you can ride Ardmore? He's gentle. I'll see you in thirty minutes. Love you--bye."

Before I could respond, Sarah hung up. That was unlike her. She and I could usually talk for an hour. I hadn't seen her since graduation, so I was looking forward to spending some time with her again. However, I wasn't interested in horseback riding. Although Sarah had let me ride Pegasus several times around their barnyard, I was still a novice rider. I could see myself being embarrassed or hurt by being thrown off. What I needed was an excuse to get out of horseback riding, but I couldn't think of a good one.

After I hung up, Mom walked into the kitchen where we kept the phone. I told her Sarah wanted me to go horseback riding with her. She said, "Sarah only has one horse."

"Sarah's keeping Kathy's horse for a few days, and she said I could ride him."

"That's nice. You really ought to try it. I remember horseback riding with your father on our honeymoon. It was a lot of fun. Enjoy yourself, and be careful."

I went to our apple storage cellar and chose a couple blemished apples for the horses, and a couple nice ones for Sarah and me. By the time I arrived in Kolb's barnyard, Sarah was dressed for riding. She was wearing jeans, riding boots, a cowgirl hat, and a gray t-shirt with purple letters that said "Purina Horse Chow" on the back. Sarah had already saddled Pegasus with her saddle and Ardmore with Kathy's.

When she saw me carrying the apples, she said, "Give me those and I'll put them in the saddlebag with the other stuff. I brought along a small thermos of iced tea."

I held them out to her. "The two blemished apples are for Pegasus and Ardmore. The nice ones are for us."

She gave me a peck on the cheek. "You are always so thoughtful. You were even thinking of the horses."

Just before we departed, Sarah's dog Abby came running to us and was underfoot. Sarah said she'd have to tie Abby to her dog house before we left. Otherwise, she'd follow us on our horseback ride. 

I mounted Ardmore and Sarah adjusted the stirrups on Ardmore's saddle to match the length of my legs. Finally she mounted Pegasus and we started down the tree-lined, dirt lane toward the road. We could hear Abby's yips of protest as we rode away. 

Sarah said, "Since you haven't ridden much, we'll take it slow. Ardmore is more than happy to tag along behind Pegasus." The horses set off at a walk down Kolb's lane with Pegasus in the right wheel rut and Ardmore in the left. Ardmore seemed to like a position where his nose was abeam Sarah's saddle horn, so I was almost beside Sarah.

"Sarah, do you know how Ardmore received his name?"

"Oh, he was raised on a farm near Ardmore, Oklahoma. That was his name when Kathy got him."

I thought about it for a few seconds, and said, "It's good he wasn't raised on a farm near Floyd's Knobs, Indiana."

Sarah laughed, "Or near Intercourse, Pennsylvania."

We continued our banter until we reached the road. Sarah said, "Let's go left toward the creek."

To the left, the narrow dirt road sloped gently down to a small bridge across the creek, through a valley, and ascended more steeply up the other side. It was deeply wooded on both sides of the road. The tops of many tall trees grew together above the road near the bridge, making an arch high above the road. The sun, shining through the leafy canopy, left dappled patterns on the dusty road beneath the trees. It was like riding through a leafy tunnel.

Sarah let Pegasus choose his own pace downhill to the bridge. He'd started to trot, with Ardmore and me on his left. I noticed that, even though she was wearing a bra, every time Sarah's butt hit the saddle, her breasts bounced. It was fun watching those pert orbs spring up and down in cadence with Pegasus' trot. 

In no time, I sported an erection--rather uncomfortable, because it kept rubbing on the front of my jeans. I was trying to adjust my jeans when Sarah turned toward me and started to say something. She saw I was ogling her breasts; I'd been caught.

"Like what you see, Steve?"

"Um--yeah--and you have a cute butt too."

"Aren't you a naughty boy?"

We rode on for a few more yards past the bridge. I'd failed to notice that she'd reined in Pegasus and he'd stopped. When Ardmore didn't see Pegasus ahead anymore, he stopped on his own. I twisted around in the saddle to see what had happened to Sarah. She took off her hat, and pulled her t-shirt over her head. Then she calmly removed her bra.

Sarah had beautiful breasts. They weren't large, but nice-sized, about the size of small coffee cups. They were nicely rounded and perky, with nipples that stood out, reminding me of the pink erasers on the fat pencils they give first-graders. Her nipples were surrounded by light pink areolae the size of silver dollars.

Sarah put her t-shirt and hat back on. Then she dropped her bra into the saddlebag, and urged Pegasus on. The rural roads around our farm were little-traveled, so Sarah wasn't concerned she'd be caught. It was unlikely anyone else would pass this way for hours.

As Sarah passed by, she said, "Steve, the look on your face was precious. If you're going to stare, I'll give you something to stare at."

I shot back, "It looks like I'm not the only naughty one."

Off we went again at a trot, with Ardmore closely following Pegasus. Sarah's breasts were really bouncing, and I was thoroughly enjoying the show. When we reached the uphill slope, Pegasus slowed to a walk. A few yards more and Sarah stopped him next to one of our farm gates. She dismounted and opened the gate, leading Pegasus through.

"Steve, are you coming?"

"Sure. Now I know where you're going."

We were about to visit "our rock." I nudged Ardmore forward and Sarah closed the gate behind him when we'd passed through it. We were on the wagon track which meandered along the creek to a low water crossing on our farm where we forded the creek with the tractor and wagon.

When we were kids, Sarah and I spent a lot of time playing in and along the creek. We waded, caught minnows and crawdads, climbed the sycamore trees, or picnicked on a large granite rock beside the creek. We always claimed the rock was "our rock." 

"Our rock" was a mottled, gray granite monolith with streaks of pink in it. When the sun hit it, there were many sparkles that reflected from tiny quartz crystals in the rock. It was gently rounded on top, the size of a large school bus laying on its side. The end furthest from the creek stuck out of the soil nearly six feet, but the low end was about 18 inches above the water. The rock was obviously out of place--probably left there by a glacier thousands of years ago. It was the only granite rock in Jackson township that I was aware of. Dad once told me he thought the rock must have been special to native Americans, because we'd found numerous arrowheads and some pottery shards near it.

A couple hundred yards from the road, the granite rock was in a secluded glen where the creek made a sweeping horseshoe bend. In the center of the horseshoe was a wildflower-filled meadow. Queen Anne's Lace, Brown-Eyed Susans, and Chicory all vied to put on the best flower show. There was a limestone cliff nearly forty feet high on the opposite side of the creek from the granite rock. The cliff was covered with moss and a few scrub trees grew out at crazy angles. After a heavy rain, water would dribble out of limestone rock layers into the creek, making bubbles that drifted downstream.

Sarah and I hadn't visited the granite rock in several years. It brought back memories--we used to lie on the rock, watching summer clouds or a solitary hawk lazily soaring overhead. One time when we visited the rock, I wove a garland of wildflowers for Sarah's hair and she wore it home. Another time, Sarah showed me how to make little boats from sycamore leaves, which we let float down the creek.

The wagon track snaked across the meadow, past two huge cottonwood trees, some scrub oaks, and a thicket of willows. It continued near three mature sycamore trees on the creek bank near the rock. One of the sycamores leaned, with some of its lower limbs reaching over the granite rock. 

Sarah reined in Pegasus near the first sycamore, dismounted, and tied him to a small tree trunk. I did the same, tying Ardmore to another small tree several feet away. Both horses were in the shade; there was plentiful grass to graze on, so they were happy--swishing flies with their tails.

Sarah removed Pegasus' saddlebag, laid it on the ground, and gave the horses the two blemished apples. Then she removed Pegasus' saddle.

"Steve, you can remove Ardmore's saddle too. We'll put them aside for a while. I don't like to keep them saddled for long periods of time, especially when it's warm like this."

Sarah swiftly removed Pegasus' saddle and saddle blanket. I was still fumbling with Ardmore's saddle, when Sarah came around his rump carrying the saddlebag and Pegasus' saddle blanket. I glanced up and there she was, in that t-shirt, with her taut nipples holding the bottom of her t-shirt off her flat tummy. I couldn't resist staring at her breasts.

When she saw where my eyes focused, she said, "Now I know why it's taking you so long with Ardmore's saddle. Hurry up--don't you want your graduation gift?" She stopped and faced me. Then she lifted the front of her t-shirt up to her neck and back down in a flash. She continued on toward the rock.

By the time I removed Ardmore's saddle, Sarah was already at the granite rock. The sun was shining on the end of the rock hanging over the creek, but the higher end was shaded by sycamore leaves. She placed the saddle blanket on the shaded end and smoothed it out. She kicked off her riding boots, socks, and jeans. 

When I reached the rock, Sarah was wearing only her t-shirt and a pair of white cotton panties. She sat down on the rock and removed our two apples, the small thermos of iced tea, two towels, and a couple condoms from the saddlebag.

I followed Sarah's example and stripped down to my t-shirt and boxers and sat down next to her. As she was placing a towel on the saddle blanket, she said, "Steve, remember in the barn when I said I always wanted our first time to be with candles, romantic music, and a fireplace?"

"Yes, why?"

"We've always said this rock was special to both of us. I think it's the right place, don't you?"

My choice of place wasn't as important as Sarah's, but I agreed we always thought the rock was special. 

"I'm sure we couldn't have found a better place."

I looked at the items she had removed from the saddlebag. "You certainly prepared the most delightful picnic."

She laughed her girlish laugh. "Guess what you're getting for dessert?"

"Do I have three guesses?"

"No, silly boy. Come here and kiss me."

I reached for her and she rolled back on the towel, pulling me on top of her. Sarah gave me the most delightful kisses. We kissed breathlessly for some time. Her lips were incredibly soft and her kiss was sensual--our tongues explored each other's mouths. It was the best kiss I'd ever shared with her. 

Somehow we ended up lying on our sides, facing each other. Her t-shirt rode up and I took the opportunity to put my hand under it, on her breast. My fingers found one of her nipples and I tweaked it between my thumb and finger. She let out the most pleasurable moan. Then she rolled away from me, and pulled her t-shirt over her head. Seeing her without her t-shirt, I sat up and joined her by removing mine. Her nipples were standing up, looking like turgid, pink raspberries. I hadn't been aware how stiff my erection became, but could feel it poking through the opening in my boxers.

The next thing I knew, she had pushed me on my back and was on her hands and knees on top of me with her lovely breasts dangling just inches from my nose. She kissed me on the forehead, but instead of returning her kiss, I twisted and caught a nipple with my lips. She pulled back, surprised, and it slipped from my mouth.

She laughed and teased me by leaning forward again, letting me touch one with my tongue. It tasted salty--but after all, she had been riding on a hot day, and I could ignore that.

The skin on her breasts was velvety smooth and softer than I ever imagined. Her nipples were rigid. I reached for the other nipple, and when she sensed what I was reaching for, she turned slightly so I could touch it with my tongue. When I flipped her nipple with my tongue, she took in an involuntary gasp as if she had slipped off the high end of the rock. I was finally able to grasp her nipple between my lips.

"Oh...Steve that feels incredible."

I couldn't talk with her nipple in my mouth, so I mumbled something like, "Mmmff."

After suckling her nipples and twiddling them with my tongue, I rolled her onto her back and started kissing her on the mouth and neck. I worked down her shoulders, across her chest and breasts and planted some kisses at the top of her panties. 

"That tickles."

Even though it must have been 85 degrees, I noticed goose bumps on her arms and tummy. She wrapped her arms around my head as I went back to nibbling her nipples.

Her breathing became irregular. She closed her eyes, and opened her mouth, saying, "Oh...oh...Steve." Then I felt her hand groping along the top of my shorts as if she was trying to push them down. I helped her by removing them. When I reached under her hips, she lifted her bottom so I could remove her panties. We were now both naked and I was kneeling beside her. What a stunning view--I'd never seen a woman naked before.

I quickly scanned her body from the silky brown hair on top of her head to her dainty toes. Her head was turned to the side and I could see her profile. She had such long eyelashes, a cute turned-up nose, and sweetly pouted lips that I loved to kiss. Her long pony tail trailed across her soft shoulder. As I scanned downward across her collarbone and smooth chest, my eyes stopped to take in the view of her lovely breasts with those kissable nipples as they heaved up and down with each of her pleasured breaths.

Her tummy was taut and well-muscled. At the top of her thighs, there was an exquisite mound covered by a wispy brown bush. In the center of the bush was an inviting valley. How I wanted to explore the valley. Beyond the valley of my dreams were two shapely thighs, and two attractive feminine calves and feet. I couldn't recall a more beautiful view. Of course the view had its effects on me--I'd never ever felt a stiffer erection.

Sarah opened her eyes and said to me in an dreamy way, "Steve, I love you. I love the way you make me feel."

"Sarah, I love you too."

She squeezed my penis, and before I had a chance to react, I'd ejaculated a couple times on her rib cage and stomach. She gave me a startled look. I was as surprised as she was.

"I'm sorry Sarah. I didn't mean to cum on you--it just happened."

She put her hand on her stomach and felt around. "Kind of icky, isn't it?"

"Sarah, I'm so sorry." 

It wasn't the way I'd fantasized sex with her would be. I wanted to be the ardent stud, who brought her to an unending series of powerful climaxes while I ravished her beautiful body. In short, I wanted to be Sarah's stallion, and she would be my filly. Now I was embarrassed; my penis was limp as a wet noodle; the mood had been broken.

She sat up and kissed me on the cheek. "It's OK. It was kind of cute the way you squirted. I'll wash it off in the creek."

Sarah stood up and tiptoed to the end of the rock at the creek. My eyes were riveted on her lovely behind as she walked. The rock stuck out of the water a little more than a foot. She sat down on the rock and scooted off into the gravel-bottomed creek. The water was little more than ankle-deep there. As she bent over to wash off, it was as if I'd seen her naked somewhere before. Ah yes, I remembered. She was nearly a mirror image of the lovely maiden in the September Morn painting, except Sarah wore a ponytail. What an irresistible, feminine figure. I asked myself how I was so lucky to have a girl this beautiful?

I joined her in the creek, several feet away. I don't recall if I splashed her, or she splashed me, but in a few seconds we were kicking the cool, spring-fed, creek water at each other like a couple of kids. We soaked each other. She squealed and started to run away, but I caught her from behind and grabbed her around the waist and stopped her. I placed my arm behind her knees, and swept her off her feet, with her arms around my neck. She turned her head toward me and I pulled her closer until I could kiss her.

With her mouth close to mine, I searched her open mouth with my tongue, and she did the same. When we came up for air, she said, "You'd better put me down before we both fall in the creek."

I carried her to the rock and sat her on it with her feet dangling in the water. In her nakedness, her soft skin covered with drops of water that sparkled like diamonds, she was more beautiful than I'd ever dreamed. She looked up at me, and her sweet smile was melting me as much as butter melts in the summer sun.




Sarah's Stallion Ch. 02



My eyes roamed over her angelic face, nubile body, soft breasts, and the little bush between her legs. Her nipples were still standing up, pointing at the horizon. I wanted to capture this picture of her forever.

I stepped back a few feet and held my hands as if I'd been holding a camera. Looking at her this way was having an effect on my penis; it was standing at rigid attention again.

"Hold that pose."

She looked at me and wrinkled her nose. "What?"

"Hold that pose. I'm taking a picture of you with my mental camera. I'm going to keep it forever in my mental scrapbook."

"You make me laugh. I think that's one of the reasons why I love you so much." She giggled when she saw my erection. "Steve, you remind me of a hat rack."

"Well, it's only stiff like this because you're so cute, and it desires you so."

She held out her arms to me. "Come here. You haven't had your dessert yet."

As I started toward her, she slipped off the rock into the creek, and stepped toward me. We met with our arms locked around each other in a lover's embrace. We shared another sensuous kiss. When she felt my stiff penis bump against her, she said, "I'm not going to touch it this time."

She pulled away from me and grabbed my hand, playfully leading me toward the rock. "Let's continue where we left off."

We climbed up on the rock and Sarah tiptoed back to the towel with me following close behind. Her butt had a cutest wiggle when she walked. She sat down on the towel and I sat down beside her, then put my arm around her.

By now, the sun had shifted and we were no longer in the shade. The sun was hot and I noticed little beads of water from the creek mixed with perspiration on her breasts and tummy.

As she turned toward me, our lips met and our tongues intertwined. I cupped her breast and she leaned back, pulling me on top of her again.

"Steve, your kisses light me on fire. I love you."

"Sarah, you are a very beautiful woman. I'm so happy you love me, and I love you dearly."

I started kissing her neck and chest, moved down to her breasts, and alternated nibbling each of her nipples, making them harder.

"Oh--I like that. When you nibble on my nipples, it makes my pussy wet."

Then I started kissing lower across her tummy, and southward below her navel. Her breathing became somewhat ragged. As I started further south, she raised her knees, effectively stopping me from kissing her bush.

She glanced down and saw my erection. "Steve, I think it's time you put on a condom." 

Twisting away from me slightly, she grabbed one of the condoms she'd placed on the rock earlier, and tore the package open. She handed me the condom.

"You'd better put it on yourself--I don't want to set you off again."

As I was awkwardly putting on the condom, Sarah said, "Mom sent me to a lady gynecologist for a checkup last week. She told me my hymen was torn, probably from horseback riding, so we won't have to worry about that."

When she saw I'd put on the condom, she spread her legs and lifted her knees, with her feet flat on the rock.

"Steve, it's time for your graduation gift." 

I slipped into position facing her with my throbbing penis just inches from her awaiting vagina. I lowered my penis to what seemed the right position for entry. I pushed ahead with a slight thrust.

She yelped, "Not there, Steve! A little higher."

I tried again, but this time my aim was too high. She had tipped her hips up, trying to receive me, but my aim was off again. The thought quickly went through my head that sex isn't as easy as I'd thought. Already, I'd embarrassed myself by ejaculating on Sarah, now I wasn't even able to find the opening of her pussy. For a second, the image of Pegasus unable to find Honey's vagina flashed through my mind.

She reached down and guided my condom-covered penis to the opening of her vagina. "There, now you've got it right. Push it in a bit."

I barely pushed, because I'd heard several friends talking about sex, and someone mentioned a virgin's vagina was tight, and needed to be gently stretched. I could feel the head of my penis pressing against her folds.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No, but I think I'm at the wrong angle. Let me tip my hips up more."

I pushed again. "Are you sure I'm not hurting you?" 

She reached down and grabbed my throbbing penis, moving it up a little. "Now try it."

The next time I pushed, my penis went in about an inch. This was something I'd only dreamed of and my stomach seemed full of butterflies.

"OK--that's it. Push a little more."

I was in a couple inches. "Sarah, you're very tight."

She winced. "Hold still."

"Do you want me to pull it out?"

"No--no. Just hold still for a awhile."

"I didn't think it would be this difficult."

Sarah had beads of perspiration on her brow. "Give my pussy some time to relax."

"OK, let me know when you're ready again."

Several more seconds went by. The sun was hot on my back.

"Push it in just a little more."

I pushed. "I'm afraid I'm hurting you."

"Don't move. It's taking awhile for my pussy to fit your penis."

"Try to relax."

"Go ahead--I think it might be easier if you just pushed it all the way in."

I shoved my penis all the way into Sarah's vagina, then I held still. Our pubic hair knitted together. I felt sensations that I'd never felt before--her vagina was hotter than I expected. 

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No--it feels wonderful. Now I know what Honey felt when Pegasus mounted her."

I still hadn't moved. "Sarah, it feels good for me too." 

"You can move in and out a little."

I started a few small thrusts, and Sarah said, "Oh, Steve...faster."

She closed her eyes and her mouth drew up as if she was going to say, "Oh," again, but nothing came out. She seemed to be in a state of rapture.

"Deeper Steve. Push it in all the way."

My penis felt as stiff as an oak board. I was stroking in and out as powerfully as I could, and one time I moved out too far and my penis popped out of Sarah's vagina. When I tried finding her opening with my penis again, it failed. Sarah guided it back into place so we could continue. 

As we resumed our rhythm, I started thrusting in and out of Sarah a little faster. She made sweet little mewls of delight and started moving her hips upward to meet my down thrusts. Our pubic bones met and I could feel my scrotum tighten. The aroma of her sex hit my nostrils and it was intoxicating. When I bent my head down, I could see my penis going in and out of her. It appeared her labia were grasping it on each stroke. Her vagina was so tight, yet silky smooth. She was now moaning pleasurably--my senses were getting overloaded. I tried to delay my climax, but to no avail.

I grunted, "Sarah, I'm going to cum." Then it hit me like a flash flood. I exploded into the condom with a series of long eruptions. I tried to keep thrusting after my ejaculations stopped, but the blood supply in my penis was ebbing, and my penis flopped out.

It was over way too soon. I was surprised how many fantastic sensations had surged through my body, and hoped Sarah experienced the same feelings of sexual gratification as me. Sex with Sarah was beyond my wildest dreams.

We were lying on our sides, facing each other. For several minutes afterward, we savored our new-found mutual pleasure, staring dreamily into each other's eyes. Sarah ran her fingers through my hair with one hand, and with the index finger of her other hand, circled my lips and face. We both whispered, "I love you," numerous times.

I closed the distance between our lips and said, "Sarah, you've given me the ultimate pleasure. I love you dearly," and gave her a ravishing kiss. 

The condom was starting to slip off, so I sat up and removed it. I tied a knot at the top to keep the liquid from leaking out. 

Sarah saw it and said, "Gee, there's a lot of stuff in there. And to think there are millions of little sperm in it that would have tried to get me pregnant."

"I'll bet if you did get pregnant, our kids would be cute."

"But now isn't the time to discuss getting pregnant, Steve. We don't need any accidents like my Mom and Dad had."

We were both sweating profusely from the heat, direct sun, and sexual activity. Sarah said, "It's awfully hot. I think I'm going to take a quick dip in the creek."

I said, "I'll join you."

"This time, Steve, please don't splash me."

"Afraid of a little water, huh?"

"No, but look at the shadows. We've been here for way too long, and I don't want to have wet hair when I arrive home."

I hadn't paid any attention to the time we'd spent at the creek. Neither of us wore a watch, but Sarah was right. I knew it must be late afternoon.

We washed off the sweat and climbed back on the rock. Sarah gave me one of the towels to dry myself, while she dried with the other.

Our clothing was laying in a heap; mine was mixed with hers. When she bent over to pick up her panties, I couldn't resist grabbing a cheek of her sweet bottom.

She was instantly serious. "Steve, playtime is over. We need to put our clothes on and get our butts home."

"Sorry," I said meekly, and began to dress.

We dressed in silence. 

Sarah put all the items back in the saddlebag, leaving the spent condom on the rock. The thought went through my head, what do you do with a used condom? I spotted a rock the size of a bowling ball and decided to roll the rock aside and placed the condom under it.

Sarah picked up the saddle bag and I grabbed the blanket. We walked back to the horses and saddled them, but I needed Sarah to help me with Ardmore's saddle.

"Steve, we've left the horses here for a long time. They need a drink." 

She untied Pegasus and I untied Ardmore. We led them to the creek and they started drinking. Sarah and I were standing between the horses, waiting for them to finish.

"Sarah, did you...um...did you climax?"

"I don't think so, but I came close. It felt really good."

When we were having sex, I'd sensed Sarah hadn't climaxed, but now she confirmed it. It made me feel guilty somehow that I'd just taken her virginity and hadn't given her a climax. I could never take her back to her first time. When I was eighteen, I didn't know much about sex and thought a woman was supposed to climax every time she had sex, like a man did. I could also imagine how I'd have felt if she taken me to the edge and left me hanging, without a climax.

"Sarah, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Sorry I didn't give you a climax."

"Steve I love you. I wanted to give you my virginity as your graduation gift. My climax wasn't as important as yours."

"But remember--we were sharing our graduation gifts with each other, and I failed."

She pulled me toward her, pressed her body against mine, and gave me a sweet kiss. "You can make it up to me next time."

At least she said, "next time." There was still some hope left alive for a "next time."

We mounted the horses and headed home. It was still hot, so Sarah let Pegasus walk. Ardmore was content to follow Pegasus' lead. On the way back, we ate our apples and shared the thermos of iced tea. By the time we arrived at Sarah's barnyard, the sun was lower in the sky.

After putting the horses away, Sarah and I shared a long parting kiss, and left the barn. Sarah was concerned her mom would be upset we'd been away for so long. I said a quick goodbye and headed home.

When I arrived home, dinner was on the table. Mom said I'd almost missed it. Dad asked if I'd enjoyed the horseback ride. I said that I had. 

Dad smiled and winked at Mom, "Anne, remember when we went horseback riding on our honeymoon and got separated from the rest of the group?"

Mom said, "Yes Paul, I do, but I don't think we need to go into any details now, with Steve being here."

I was glad no one asked for more information about our horseback ride, and I didn't offer any. Later that evening I wondered what transpired between Sarah and her mom, but I thought it probably wouldn't be a good idea to phone her. One of our parents overhearing our conversation could have guessed what we'd done.

That night I went to bed with a bewildering number of feelings. I was madly in love with a most beautiful young woman; we'd experienced sex for the first time. I was on an emotional high. Yet I couldn't share my exhilaration with my parents. On the other hand, I kept thinking what I could have done differently with Sarah that would have increased her pleasure. That was another issue I couldn't ask my parents about.

The solution to my dilemma would have to wait for another day.

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Sarah's Stallion Ch. 03



This is a continuation of previous chapters. You might want to read them to pick up some important details.

I want to thank LadyFalcon for her assistance, constructive comments, and for editing this story.

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Dad kept me busy for the next few days. We pruned Christmas trees to shape them for the coming Christmas season. When we weren't pruning Christmas trees, we were spraying the apple orchard, or mowing weeds and grass in the orchard.

Dad worked six days a week during the summer, sometimes until nearly sunset. The only time I could date Sarah was on Sunday. Sarah arranged a double date for us on a Sunday afternoon, with Bill and Kathy. We went to a double-feature movie in town. During the intermission, when Sarah and Kathy went to the ladies' room, I told Bill that I needed some information.

I didn't tell him we'd had sex only once, letting him infer that it may have been more. "Sarah and I started having sex, and I think I'm doing something wrong. She doesn't climax. Sarah told me she'd talked with Kathy and Kathy has multiple climaxes."

"Do you rub her pussy?"

"No."

"That's the first thing. You have to rub their pussy a lot. There's small bump right at the top of their pussy. Kathy calls it her clitoris. You have to rub all around that. It really drives Kathy wild. If you do that, Sarah will be putty in your hands. And don't put your cock in until she begs you to."

I was unsure whether I should go any further, but I'd already opened up to Bill, and since he was a good friend, I figured I'd broach yet one more subject.

"I have another problem too."

"What's that?"

"Well, um--it's kind of embarrassing. I climax too soon."

"I used to be that way. Maybe you should let Sarah give you a hand-job first. That should take the edge off and make your cock less sensitive when you have sex."

"How'd you learn all this stuff?"

"From my brother. You remember Jim? He's five years older than me and was in the Army in Europe for a couple years."

I recalled seeing Jim at school, but he was so many classes ahead of me that we never interacted.

Something caught Bill's eye and he said, "Here come the girls."

Kathy and Sarah came back and sat down with us. The lights dimmed, and I put my arm around Sarah's shoulder. I can't remember if we enjoyed the second feature or not, because Sarah and I spent most of the time kissing and petting. I noticed Bill and Kathy were doing the same thing.

The following Wednesday, Dad and I were going to spray the apple orchard for an apple fungus that was going around. For full effectiveness, the spray needed to remain on the leaves for at least 24 hours. Dad said the weather forecast was for rain that evening. Because it was expensive, he didn't want to waste money on fungicide, only to have rain wash it off before 24 hours passed. We'd already pruned all the Christmas trees, so Dad gave me the day off.

I called Sarah again and gave her the good news.

Sarah asked, "Want to go horseback riding?"

"Sure. Are you boarding Ardmore again?"

"No--but we can ride double on Pegasus."

"OK, I'll be over in 15 minutes." I realized I was beginning to enjoy horseback riding--particularly when our destination was a place where we could have sex.

I told Mom and Dad that I was going to see Sarah. After stopping to pick up some apples, I headed to the Kolb's farm.

When I arrived, I saw Sarah had Pegasus tied to the board fence outside the barn. He wasn't wearing a saddle, but Sarah was wearing the same attire as the last time we'd ridden. This time, however, she was wearing a green t-shirt with a yellow John Deere logo on it. Sarah had a backpack hanging by the shoulder strap over the top of another fencepost.

"Steve, there isn't enough room in my saddle for both of us, so we'll ride bareback, OK?"

"Is that safe?"

"Maybe not quite as safe as with a saddle, but I've ridden Pegasus bareback a lot, and he's used to it. We're not going to ride faster than a walk, so it will be fine. Besides, we aren't going far."

"Back to our rock?"

"Sure."

"Steve, you'll have to wear the backpack, because there isn't any saddle to attach the saddlebag to. I put all our stuff in the backpack."

Sarah climbed onto the fence and swung a leg over Pegasus' back and seated herself. I followed her example and climbed the fence and slid onto Pegasus' back, just as I'd seen Sarah. She handed me the backpack.

"Slip the backpack on, and hold me around the waist."

She urged Pegasus forward at a walk, and we were on the way to our rock again.

By riding double, I had an opportunity hold Sarah close to me. I took great pleasure in wrapping my arms around Sarah's slim waist. As Pegasus walked, I could feel the motion causing her breasts to tug on the front of her t-shirt.

We hadn't reached the end of Kolb's lane before my hands were under Sarah's t-shirt. I put my hands under the bottom of Sarah's bra and slipped it above her breasts. Then I replaced each bra cup with one of my hands. I left just enough free space between her nipples and my hands so Pegasus' motion caused her rigid nipples to brush against my fingers.

Sarah said, "Steven Metzger, you're a naughty boy--you're getting me aroused. I think we should wait until we get to the creek. We don't want to fall off." She pulled her bra back in place, and we continued on.

When we arrived at the gate, Sarah stopped Pegasus and I hopped off. I opened the gate and let Pegasus through, then walked to the creek, following Sarah and Pegasus. She dismounted and led Pegasus to the creek for a drink. Pegasus drank his fill and Sarah led him back to a small tree near the granite rock and tied him to it.

As Sarah and I were standing next to Pegasus, his penis extended a dozen inches. We both saw it at the same time. Sarah yelled, "Jump back Steve! He's going to pee." I stepped back just in time to keep from being splashed with what appeared to be a gallon of horse urine.

I said, "That was close. Thanks for the warning."

"Sure. I'll bet yours gets like that when you pee."

"No. Actually, I can't pee when I have an erection."

"Really? Why's that?"

"I don't know, but I just know that I can't."

"Well, I've noticed that you have an erection nearly all the time when we're together. If that's the case, you must have a very full bladder."

"Sarah, there's something about you, or some chemistry between us that causes me to have an erection. Most of the time, I don't have any control over it. It stands up when I'm near you, or even when I think of you."

She gave me a mischievous grin. "Can't you exhibit more restraint? You realize it isn't polite to point, don't you?"

"Funny girl. I've noticed your nipples get hard too. Do you have any control of them?"

"No, I can't say that I do. Sometimes they stand up when I think of you, too. When you flip them with your tongue and suck on them, I have a sexy feeling in my pussy."

"See, I'm not the only one who lacks control."

Sarah pointed to the small pool under Pegasus. "Let's move him to another tree. I don't want to leave him standing in that puddle of urine." Sarah retied Pegasus to another tree several feet away. I took an apple from the backpack and gave it to Pegasus.

We walked hand in hand down to the rock. I carried the backpack. Unlike the last time we visited the rock, this time I knew what I was going to do. I wanted to try what Bill told me on Sunday.

Sarah pulled out three beach towels, and emptied the other items onto the rock.

"Since we don't have a saddle blanket, I brought along extra towels," she said.

We kicked off our boots and jeans, and I sat down beside her. She was wearing white cotton panties and her t-shirt, while I was wearing my boxers and a t-shirt. We kissed amorously for several minutes while I moved my hands over her stomach. I tried reaching her nipples under her t-shirt, but her bra was in the way. Sarah leaned forward and removed her t-shirt and bra.

"Sarah, you have beautiful breasts."

"I've always thought they're too small. Kathy's are much bigger."

"Yes, but it's not your breast size that makes me love you."

I rolled her back on the towels and nibbled on her nipples. They became like rigid, pink gum drops sitting on her breasts. As I suckled and flicked them back and forth with my tongue, Sarah closed her eyes and her mouth was drawn in the shape of an "O", while she made little moans of delight.

"Steve, you don't know how hot that makes my pussy."

"I'm glad. Can I nibble on them some more?"

"Yes, it makes me want to feel you inside me."

"Sarah, the last time we had sex, I went off too soon. I've been thinking if you give me a hand-job first, then I'll be able to last longer."

She looked up at me. "Do you want me to do you like I did in the barn?"

"Oh yeah, I definitely enjoyed that."

"Well then, you'd better take off your shorts."

I took off my t-shirt and pulled my shorts off and tossed them aside.

"Sarah, why don't you take off your panties too?"

"We're going to do you, not me."

"Please--pretty please?"

"OK, if it makes you happy."

Sarah sat up and removed her panties. Then she knelt next to my hip. My penis was already erect. Sarah grabbed it and started stroking it gently. It immediately stiffened in her warm hand.

Most of her body was in the sun, so there was a play of light and shadow on her shapely body. Her breasts caught the sunlight on the top and her taut nipples cast little shadows on her breasts. As she breathed, the shadows from her erect nipples and breasts moved across her stomach. What a wonderful view.

Sarah laughed. "You like this a lot, don't you?"

"Does the sun come up in the morning?"

"You'd rather have sex than eat, right?"

"It's all I thought about since we did it last time."

She started stroking faster. I reached my hand between her thighs and touched her pussy. She flinched, but let me keep my hand on it. I started moving my fingers up and down along her warm, moist slit. My fingers found the opening in her vagina.

"Steve, if you keep doing that, I'm going to lose my concentration."

"And your point is?"

"Well, I might break yours off."

"I don't think I need to worry. My penis is so stiff, I don't think you could break it. I think I could pound nails with it."

Sarah smiled, bent forward, and put her tongue on my right nipple. She flipped it back and forth as I'd done hers. It was a surprisingly remarkable sensation I'd never felt before. Now I knew why she enjoyed it so much when I nibbled her nipples. A few seconds later she started massaging my scrotum. It was the trigger that started an landslide. I could feel the inevitable sensations building in my loins and I shot several long squirts of semen skyward as she continued stroking. Large spurts of semen landed on my stomach and chest. Sarah had some dripping over her hand and arm.

"Wow, that was intense. Do you know your scrotum shrinks up so tight when you cum that your testicles nearly disappear?"

"No, I didn't, but I can feel it tighten just before I cum. The last time we had sex it tightened so much, I had a cramp in my left testicle."

"And you didn't mention it, did you? If it had been your finger, you'd have screamed bloody murder, but if it's a sex organ and you'd have missed sex because of it, you just ignore it, don't you?"

"A guy has to have his priorities."

My penis had become limp. Sarah let go and said, "I think we'd better wash off in the creek."

We went to the creek and I splashed water over my abdomen and hands, while Sarah washed her hands.

Sarah said, "I wish sex didn't have to be so messy."

"I suppose all the liquid and goo are just nature's way to insure the sperm meets the egg."

"I read there are more than 100 million sperm in each ejaculation."

"So who counted?"

"I don't know, but be sure you always wear a condom, it only takes one to get me pregnant. Now are you ready for sex?"

"Sure. I'm nearly always ready."

Sarah pointed at my penis, "I don't think so."

She was right, my penis was dangling between my legs, only partially erect. I stepped up on the rock and put out my hand to help Sarah out of the creek.

We sat down on the towel and Sarah said, "Lay on your back, and I'll massage it."

Sarah laid beside me on her back; her hand found my penis. She wrapped her fingers around it and I could feel it begin to stiffen.

"I'm amazed how fast it can change from soft to hard. Your penis erects almost as fast as Pegasus'."

Within a few seconds it was rigid again and Sarah stopped massaging and held it still in her hand. As we were quietly lying there, she giggled and said, "I can feel your pulse through your penis. Now I think you're ready."

She rolled on top of me so that her breasts were on my chest. I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my skin, and I had an exquisite feeling holding her closely. Her body seemed so hot to me not only because she had been lying in the sun, but because of the effects she was having on my body. We kissed feverishly several times and I pushed her onto her back.

I was on my hands and knees next to Sarah. I kissed her on the lips, on the neck, and continued kissing down to her breasts, down to her navel. I started kissing below her navel just above her pubic hair.

She giggled, "I'm ticklish there." 

Even though her skin was scorching hot, she shivered, and I noticed goose bumps on her skin. She grabbed my head and said, "Lick my nipples some more."

When I licked around both her nipples, she let out a soft moan of delight. I sucked one nipple and then the other. She was taking deeper breaths and I could see the veins in her neck were standing out. I placed my hand on her pussy. It was hot and moist. I was lying beside her on my side so that I could reach her vulva with my hand and her right nipple was in my mouth.

While I nibbled on her nipple, I lightly ran my fingers up and down her cleft. She moaned and spread her legs so I could reach her inner lips. I continued flicking my fingers along the inside of her labia. She finally took my hand in hers and placed my fingers at the top of her cleft.

She closed her eyes. From the look on her face and the way she was breathing, I could tell she was enjoying it immensely.

Bill mentioned rubbing the bump at the top of her pussy, so that must be where Sarah wanted me to touch. I ran my fingers around the top of her pussy, searching. I didn't find it at first, then I found something that could have been a small sebaceous cyst--just a very small bump. However, when I touched it, Sarah's body tensed as if I'd hit her with an electric prod. Her pussy had become swollen and very wet. I could smell the scent of her sex and it was having a powerfully arousing effect on me.

"Oh--oh, Steve. There--that's it, rub it there.

When I started rubbing her bump, it was like she shifted into a higher gear. I could feel that it started to protrude slightly from her cleft. She arched her back and her stomach and leg muscles started to quiver. I varied the speed, and stopped for a few seconds.

She caught her breath, and said, "Oh please--please, don't stop."

I became aware her bump had swollen to become a button. So I ran my finger around and around her button some more. At last, she couldn't take any more stimulation. Her body shuddered and trembled. Her entire body became rigid and I could feel her pussy start throbbing under my hand. Her eyes were closed and she whimpered something that sounded like, "Unghhh, Unghhh, Unghhh," every time her pussy throbbed. After several seconds, her body relaxed somewhat and she opened her eyes. "Oh Steve, that felt good."

Sometime while I was rubbing her pussy, I hadn't noticed that she had grabbed my penis with her hand. As she climaxed, she involuntarily squeezed it tighter and tighter, making it as stiff as a ten-penny nail. I slowed down stroking her pussy, but I didn't stop. After a few more seconds, her body shook and quivered again with a second climax. I continued stroking around her pussy, and finally she pushed my hand away.

"No more. No more--I can't take anymore. Besides, I need to catch my breath."

I laid there beside her with my palm flat on her pussy. Every few seconds, I could feel her pussy spasm from the aftereffects of her climaxes.

"Steve, even if the climaxes you gave me only felt half as good, I'd still say they were the most powerful sensations I've ever had."

We lay there for a couple more minutes in each other's arms, savoring Sarah's climaxes. Both of us were sweating profusely. Little beads of sweat glistened on Sarah's breast and stomach. A soft breeze blew by and we both felt its cooling effects.

I kept my hand on Sarah's pussy, and could feel it hot and wet under my palm. After a minute or so, I wiggled my finger around Sarah's little button again. It only took a few seconds until she had yet another small climax.

"Please put on a condom. I need to feel you inside me."

It didn't take long for me to slip on a condom. Sarah opened her thighs and guided my stiff penis to her opening. I slowly pushed in, until I was in as far as possible--I couldn't believe how hot and slippery her vagina was.

"Steve, you make it feel fantastic."

"And your pussy feels so tight and hot."

We settled into a slow rhythm, with me pulling nearly all the way out and then pushing slowly back in. Sarah's eyes were closed and she was holding the tip of her tongue tightly against her upper lip. We were both euphoric from our sexual joining.

Since Sarah had given me a hand job, I didn't have the urgent need to climax as I had the first time we had sex.

"Faster, Steve."

I picked up my pace and could feel my scrotum smacking against Sarah's butt every time I thrust into her.

"Please go deeper."

Sarah lifted her knees, tipping her pelvis higher to allow me to thrust as deeply as possible. It also tightened her abdominal and pussy muscles, making her pussy clench my penis. I was hoping it was making the sensations inside her pussy more pleasurable for her as well.

While I was vigorously thrusting, Sarah said, "Stop for a second, I have to sneeze."

I pushed into her pussy until our pubic bones met, then I held still. Sarah had a sneezing fit--there had been a lot of tree pollen and cottonwood fluff in the air the past few days. She sneezed at least four times. Every time she sneezed, her abdominal muscles contracted, including the muscles in her pussy which clamped down on my penis.

After her sneezing fit, I said, "Sarah, when you sneeze, your pussy grips my penis like a vise. It feels great."

"I know, but it's involuntary. I'm glad you like it, though."

"The next time we have sex, I'm going to bring a pepper shaker."

She poked me in the ribs. "You are a naughty boy aren't you?"

I resumed thrusting, and Sarah wrapped her legs around my butt. She was meeting each of my thrusts with one of hers. I could feel our pubic bones bumping together. In a short time Sarah's stomach muscles began to tremble. She rubbed her breasts and tugged at her nipples, all the time groaning, "Oh... Steve... Oh god... Oh..."

Finally, Sarah's womanhood could take no more stimulation. She arched her back and her body became rigid as she climaxed. I could feel her pussy muscles contract around my rigid penis. Feeling Sarah's climax, I could no longer postpone mine, so I let myself go as we both came together. What a joyous feeling, being able to bring such pleasure to my Sarah, as she returned it to me.

We were on fire. Our bodies joined in a sexual intensity of unexpected dimension. Words fail to describe the sensations I felt.

Inevitably, my penis became limp and our bodies started to come down from our euphoria. When we relaxed, I asked, "Sarah, have I satisfied you?"





Sarah's Stallion Ch. 03



"Oh, yes. Yes. Steve, you've taken me to new heights of pleasure. I love you." With that, she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me an exuberant kiss. We lay there for several minutes in each other's arms, relishing our love for each other.

As I was lying next to Sarah, the thought occurred that even though we'd twice made love, I still hadn't explored her intimate anatomy.

"Sarah..."

"What?"

"Um... I'd like to learn more about your pussy. Can I inspect it like you did mine in your barn?"

She didn't say anything for several seconds. "Well, I suppose it's only fair, since I've had several opportunities to see yours in detail."

I sat up and moved between her knees. She opened her thighs and placed her right hand on her pussy. With her index and second finger, she spread her cleft so I could see her open, delicate inner labia. It was the first time I'd been able to investigate her pussy at this close range. It was a view I'd only dreamed about until now. My nose caught the musky scent of her sex.

Her labia were still slightly swollen from our lovemaking. A few drops of viscous liquid dripped out of her vagina, down toward her anus.

"Can I touch your pussy?"

"Sure, but be gentle."

"Of course I will."

Her inner lips were darkish-pink and wider and thicker at the top; they were thinner, lower down, where they surrounded her vaginal opening. My first impression was that her open pussy looked similar to half a dried peach, but much, much, more interesting.

I touched between her inner lips; they were soft, warm, and moist. I ran my finger all around the inside of one of her inner lips to the bottom, and then up the other one from the bottom to the top.

"That feels good. They're still a little sensitive."

"Where's your slit?"

She raised her head and gave me an odd look. "Steve, you're looking at it."

"No, your slit--where you pee from."

"It's not a slit, silly. It's a little hole just above the bigger hole."

"I don't see it."

She put her other hand between her thighs and used the fingers of both hands to pull her inner lips apart. She moved an index finger just above her vaginal opening. "I can't see it, but it's right about there at the end of my finger. Do you see it now?"

It was such a tiny little opening that I wouldn't have found it on my own. "That's all there is to it? I thought girls would pee through a slit like boys do."

"It looks like one day someone was absent from Miss Brooks biology class."

"We were in the same class, Sarah, and we never covered this subject."

She chuckled, "Just kidding. I'll bet none of the boys would have cut class if we had."

I turned my attention to her vaginal opening. When Sarah pulled her inner lips apart, I could see just inside her vagina. It was reddish pink inside and seemed to be covered with a thin mucous. I put a finger inside.

"That's sensitive, too."

I gently wiggled my finger.

"It feels good there, but it feels better when you rub my clitoris."

"Show me exactly where it is--I had trouble finding it."

"Give me your finger." She held my index finger with her right hand and slid it toward the top of her pussy where all the little whorls and folds came together to form an inverted vee.

"It's easiest to find if you put your finger in the little valley and slide it all the way to the top. Can you feel it now?"

I moved my finger a little. I could feel her small button. "Is that it?"

She let out an involuntary moan. "Yes... When you rubbed me there, it got really sensitive and I lost all control. It was the first time I've ever had a climax like that. I thought the top of my head was going to blow off."

"I noticed you enjoyed it a lot. Can I rub it again?"

"OK. Please lie down beside me."

I moved back to the same position I'd been in before, so I could nibble on her nipple and reach her pussy at the same time.

When I ran my finger to the top of her slit to find her clitoris, she said, "It's more sensitive on the right side. Rub it there."

"Here?"

"There, that's it. Mmmm..."

As I sucked on her nipple and lightly ran my finger along the right side of her clitoris, I could feel it beginning to swell again. Sarah's breathing was becoming erratic and she was saying, "Oh, umm, Steve..."

It didn't take very long until all her muscles tightened and she had yet another intense climax. Then I felt Sarah's warm hand on my penis. "Steve, it felt so good, would you like to do it again?"

"Sarah, that's like asking a man dying of thirst if he'd like a drink. Of course, I'd like to do it again."

I put on another condom and we made love a second time. Sarah climaxed more powerfully this time than she did the first time we made love. I couldn't believe how much pleasure we shared. She was the source of my happiness and joy. I was wishing we could have lain there forever in each other's arms, loving one another, but I sensed it was time to go.

After all our sexual activity, we needed to cool down in the creek. We washed ourselves, and sat next to each other on the rock, talking about how we'd enjoyed pleasuring each other that afternoon.

"I learned a lot in biology lab today, thanks to your help."

Sarah laughed, "You're a quick learner. You know, if we were married, we'd be able to have sex every night, and we'd learn a lot more about anatomy."

"Yes, but unfortunately we have to go to college and we don't have enough money to get married and attend school too."

"I never thought of that. I'm sure we could work something out."

I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "We'll have to think this through. There may be a way, but we're not going to solve it today. By the way, do you realize we've been here almost as long as last time?"

Sarah jumped up and said, "Omigosh."

I looked down at where she had been seated, and started laughing.

Sarah asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Look at the rock where you were sitting. Your wet butt left a damp shadow. I can see the outline of your thighs and backside. I can even see the outline of your pussy there on the rock."

"Funny boy, stand up and look at the wet mark under your butt."

Sure enough, I could see where my cheeks left a wet shadow on the rock, too.

"I can see where your scrotum was. So there."

I pinched her buttock and said, "Sarah, you're right as usual."

"Steve, I love you and I'd like to spend more time here playing with you, but it's getting late and we need to put on our clothes and go home."

Sarah climbed up on the rock and headed toward her pile of clothing while I stood there with my mental camera rolling, making a mental movie of her cute bottom as she walked away.

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Sarah's Stallion Ch. 04



I want to thank LadyFalcon for her assistance by making constructive comments and editing this story.

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Now that we'd had sex, I found myself thinking about Sarah during every waking moment. When she wasn't with me, I felt like part of me was missing. God, I was in love with this woman! I'd savored being near Sarah before, but now I wanted to be with her all the time. It seemed I was a moth and she was attracting me to her flame. It was consuming me. She caused my hormones to boil--not only was I in love, I lusted after her. I recalled our first double date with Bill and Kathy and now understood why they acted as they did.

When I was working in the orchard with Dad, or mowing the lawn, or running errands for Mom, or just sitting around doing nothing, I replayed our sex scenes in my mind, over and over and over. If Mom or Dad talked to me, I'd be in a daydream.

One evening Mom and I were watching the TV news after Dad had gone to bed. She was sitting on the sofa and I was in Dad's rocker.

I must not have responded to something she asked before, because this time she asked in a louder voice, "Steve, are you OK?"

"Oh, uh...yeah, Mom."

"It's Sarah, isn't it?"

"What?"

"You were thinking about Sarah?"

"Yeah, I've been thinking about her a lot lately."

"Ever since you graduated--I can't put my finger on it, but you've changed."

"Changed? How?"

"I don't know. Before, you were outgoing and talkative. Lately you've been as quiet as a clam. Now when I speak to you, I might as well be talking to the wall, for all the attention I get. Sarah is the reason?"

"Sorry, Mom. I didn't think it showed that much."

"I spoke with Virginia on the phone today, and she said Sarah has been acting like a lovesick calf."

Then Mom dropped the bombshell, "Virginia told me she'd recently given you and Sarah some condoms."

That statement struck me like a bolt of lightning. I didn't expect Virginia would tell Mom about the condoms. I was too stunned to say anything intelligent.

She paused for a few seconds, and said, "You and Sarah have been using them, haven't you?"

Mothers really do have a sixth sense. The look on my face must have told her everything she wanted to know--she was always able to read me like a book.

I couldn't deny it, so somewhat defensively I said, "Mom, why did you ask that?"

She dropped her eyes to her lap and straightened the hem of her dress. In a low voice, she said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't pry into your personal affairs, Steve, but I'm your mother and I care about what happens to you."

She fidgeted with her hem again. "I'm concerned. I don't want you to--you know--for you and Sarah to have a baby. You both are too young to be tied down, and you need to finish college."

Before I could respond, she continued, "Steve, believe it or not, I was a young woman once, and I know what it's like being in love. Your father and I went steady when we were teens. I would indulge in fantasies about us nearly all the time. Your grandmother would get upset with me. She'd say, 'Anne, that boy has you in such a tizzy.' I wanted so much to leave home and be with him."

She went on, "He'd stolen my heart. We both graduated from high school in 1942. Your father received his draft notice only a few weeks later, because the Army was calling up all the young men during World War II."

She clasped her hands together in her lap and looked up at the ceiling. A small smile crossed her face. "Your dear father proposed to me before he left for the Army. I think I can tell you this, since you're old enough to understand. He was going off to war and we didn't know if we'd ever see each other again. So we did it a time or two before we were married. We were lucky enough not to get pregnant."

Then she added, "On the other hand, Sarah's parents weren't so fortunate. Virginia got pregnant almost the same time as me, except your father and I had already been married about two years. Virginia gave birth to Sarah only a few months after they were married. It was the subject of gossip around here for weeks."

"Mom, I don't think..."

She held up her hand and interrupted, "Steve, don't tell me. I shouldn't have asked in the first place. It's none of my business."

Mom got up from the sofa and came around the back of my chair. She bent over and kissed the top of my head. "I know you love Sarah as much as I loved your father when I was your age. I'm not going to mention our conversation with him. Steve, please be careful. Good night." She turned and went upstairs to bed.

Now I was confused. She was always telling me to be careful. Did she just give me her approval to have sex with Sarah or not? Her conversation was too ambiguous for me to decide.

The only thing I was completely sure about was that Sarah's parents and mine had sex before they were married. From that, I gathered that it would be hypocritical for them to chasten Sarah and me when they had done the same thing.

The next time I saw Sarah, I told her about my conversation with Mom. She said Virginia had had a conversation with her, too. Sarah related that Virginia gave her a mother-daughter talk, then gave her ten dollars and told her it was "condom money." As I reflect on it, it was probably cheap insurance.

The summer was passing quickly for Sarah and me. We were both getting ready to leave for college. Sarah's admission paperwork had been submitted through the scholarship committee, but when she didn't receive her scholarship, all the admissions actions had been stopped. Sarah had to make a special trip to the university to get her admission paperwork back on track.

The University of Illinois sent us a mountain of paperwork to complete. They wanted copies of health records, insurance forms, final high school records, paperwork for dormitory arrangements and fees, tuition payments, and a myriad of other things I can't recall. Beyond that, there were the clothing purchases and other "necessities" we'd need at college.

I continued helping Dad in the apple orchard. It was still too early to pick apples or begin cutting Christmas trees, but we identified a number of select trees Dad planned to sell to a vendor who sold Christmas trees in town.

Even though Sarah and I were busy, we still took opportunities to steal away and have sex. We tried having sex every week or so, but it was difficult to find a private location. Sometimes it just didn't work out--we found the back of the car was too cramped and our rock was uncomfortable. Nevertheless, on the Fourth of July, we had our own very personal fireworks. Another time we did it in the woods after a church picnic. Every time we had sex, it seemed we wanted more.

Taking care of Pegasus was a problem for Sarah, because she couldn't tend him after she left for college. She knew if Virginia looked after him, her hip would give her trouble, and Sarah didn't want that. Sarah considered asking her grandfather if he could board Pegasus, because he only lived about a 45-minute drive from the university. That way, she might be able to visit Pegasus more often than if she left him on the farm at home, and Virginia's hip wouldn't be affected.

When she discussed boarding Pegasus, Arthur readily agreed to keep Pegasus. There were several empty stalls on Arthur's farm and an extra horse added to twenty-plus horses wasn't that much extra effort. Arthur had a small tractor with a scoop that his stable hands used to clean the stalls. Pegasus would hardly be noticed in the daily workload.

Arthur said that since he had a breeding farm, he collected stud fees when his stallions bred other owners' mares. Pegasus had an excellent blood line, so he suggested Pegasus could be added to the stallion breeding list, and Pegasus' stud fees would help pay for his boarding. Any stud fees in excess of his boarding, Sarah could keep as spending money. A better arrangement couldn't have been made, from Sarah's standpoint.

At the beginning of the semester, our parents delivered us to the University of Illinois. It took us a couple weeks to get settled in, to learn our way around the campus, and find new friends. At least Sarah and I had each other to lean on those first few weeks.

All freshmen who didn't commute to class had to live in the dormitories. Sarah and I both lived too far away to commute, so our living arrangements were limited to living in the dorms. In 1963 the dormitories were separated by gender, men's and women's dorms.

I lived in Garner Hall on Gregory Street. It was a nice dormitory, having been built sometime during the past ten years. For some reason, though, dorm living wasn't for me. Maybe it was because I'd been an only child. I didn't like sharing the restrooms, standing in long cafeteria lines to get my meals, nor to be surrounded by so many people in such a small space. Sharing a room with a male roommate was--well--somehow different.

My roommate, John, and I didn't see eye to eye on many things--clothes, music, literature, sports, or politics. He was from Libertyville, Illinois, a suburban town north of Chicago. He had wanted to attend Northwestern University, but tuition was cheaper at the U of I, as nearly everyone called the University of Illinois, so his parents sent him there. John thought Champaign was too pedestrian for his tastes. He claimed there was nothing to do in the "hick towns" of Champaign and Urbana. To me, they were just fine--much larger than the tiny little villages and towns near where I'd grown up.

Sarah lived in Allen Hall, a women's dormitory at the opposite end of Gregory Street from Garner Hall. It had also been built within the last ten years. Unlike me, Sarah liked her roommate, Ellen. She said Ellen was from Elmhurst, a suburb west of Chicago.

Sarah and I found the Main Library was a good place for us to meet and study, since it was almost midway between our dormitories. Sarah and I tried to meet at the library at least once a day. The happiest hours of my day were those I spent with Sarah. I always looked forward to spending time with Sarah, even if it was sharing our time studying. We'd find a secluded table and sit together reviewing what had happened since the last time we were together. Then we'd work on our individual assignments.

We didn't have any classes in common, but we both had to take freshman math, and English. Even though we had different assignments, we reviewed each other's papers and gave each other advice on how to improve them. I had always been slightly better at math and science than Sarah, but she was better at almost everything else, so we helped each other prepare for classes and exams.

Freshmen weren't permitted to have cars on campus. One day I was talking about the automobile restriction with an upperclassman in ROTC military drill (all healthy males had to take ROTC in those days). He said he had parked in his aunt's garage when he was a freshman. His aunt lived in Urbana and didn't drive or have a car. She had an unattached garage and lived about a mile from the campus. Since he now shared an off-campus apartment with some friends, he didn't park his car there anymore. It seemed like a perfect opportunity for me.

He gave me her phone number and I contacted her. Her name was Lydia. She was an elderly lady, perhaps 75 years old. I told her I'd rake leaves and shovel snow for her, if she would let me park in her garage. She agreed. I purchased a used bicycle so I'd have transportation around the campus, and to get to my car. About a month after the semester started, I got a ride home and drove my blue 1955 Ford Fairlane back to Urbana.

Since Sarah didn't have a car, I was happy to provide her transportation, because we could be alone together. Sarah wanted to visit Pegasus at least once a week, and I drove her to and from Arthur's farm. When we went back home, she rode with me. Not only was it nice to have a traveling companion to and from college, but most enjoyable to spend the entire trip with the person I loved and cared about.

The first few times we visited Arthur's farm, Sarah rode Pegasus in the paddock next to the stables and I'd sit and watch. One day, Arthur suggested I could ride one of his docile mares, named Cupcake. Over a few weeks, Sarah taught me more about horseback riding, and we frequently rode together.

Arthur seemed to be happy when we came to visit. He lived alone, and I'm sure he was lonely on his farm. Eventually, he joined us on two of our weekend horseback rides. There were a number Amish farmers who lived within ten miles of Arthur's farm, and sometimes we'd pass them riding in their horse-drawn buggies. They were friendly and would always wave and shout a greeting to us.

Several occasions on fall weekends, we arrived at Arthur's farm around 9 AM and spent the entire day horseback riding along many of the rural back roads. The corn had ripened and the frost turned many of the trees to red and gold. The warm days and cool nights were ideal for horseback riding.

A couple times Sarah and I took a picnic lunch with us. On one of our previous rides, we'd found an out-of-the-way grove of tall oak trees off the road near an abandoned farmstead. The grass was nearly three feet tall under the trees. It was the perfect place for a picnic. It was also the perfect place to make love to Sarah. There was hardly any traffic on the road, and we were well-hidden in the long grass. Only the horses and the crickets knew we were there.

Sarah and I attended all of the U of I home football games. It was a good year for football; Dick Butkus was being hailed as a probable all-American football player, and it appeared the U of I football team might make it all the way to the Rose Bowl. Sarah and I cheered the "Fighting Illini" until we were sometimes hoarse. Things became hectic on campus Thursday and Friday nights before football games with nearly everyone attending impromptu pep rallies. Then on Saturday nights there were the celebrations and wild after-game parties. Sarah and I skipped the parties, preferring instead to spend time alone with each other.

Arthur gave his stable hands most of the weekend off. One would feed the horses in the morning, and the other would care for them in the evening. During the day, there was no one in the stables, so Sarah and I found we could get some time together for sex in the loft on fall weekends until it turned too cold in October.

By November, Sarah and I had become accustomed to college life and had fallen into a familiar daily routine--classes during the day and studying together in the evenings. The weather was getting colder and we were looking forward to our first break of the semester, Thanksgiving.

I recall very well that on Thursday evening, the 21st, Sarah and I studied at the library, as usual. We checked our schedules and discovered we both had some free time the next afternoon, so we arranged to meet outside the English Building at 1:15 PM after my English class.

The next day, after my class ended, I was in a hurry to meet Sarah. I picked up my book bag and exited the classroom with my classmates. There was unusual activity in the hallway. Some people were in small groups talking in hushed voices. Two coeds hurried past me going the opposite direction, and they were crying. As I walked past a larger group, I heard someone say, "It must be a Russian plot."

I pushed through the milling crowd at the front door of the building and looked for Sarah. I didn't see her right away, but as I looked around, I saw clumps of people huddled together on the Main Quadrangle. Finally Sarah spotted me and came running. She had a pained expression.

"Did you hear the news?"

"What news?"

"Someone shot President Kennedy!"

"No--you must be kidding." I couldn't believe what she had just said.

"Yes. While I was waiting for you, some students came past here and said it was on the radio."

We saw a student on the grass outside the building holding a transistor radio to his ear. A number of other students were quickly gathering around him, so I grabbed her hand and said, "Come on, Sarah. Let's go over there next to the fellow with the radio."

By the time we covered the hundred or so feet, a dozen more students had gathered. Someone in the crowd shouted, "Shut up so we can hear." The fellow with the radio turned up the volume as loud as he could and held it over his head. We could barely hear a newsman giving a commentary about an assassination attempt. No one spoke; most male students had pallid faces; I saw several more coeds weeping.

About half an hour later, we heard news that President Kennedy had died. There was a common gasp of disbelief. After that news, everyone became silent. We were starting to get cool--late November in Illinois can be very chilly. I whispered to Sarah, "Why don't we find someplace warmer where we can listen to the news?"

Sarah tapped me on the shoulder and pointed. "Let's go to the Union, I think they have a TV there," she whispered.

I nodded affirmative, and we worked ourselves out of the crowd. We headed toward the Illini Union. Inside, we found a TV surrounded by unbelieving students, fixated on Walter Cronkite, who was providing the latest news of the assassination. We stayed in the Union until after Lyndon Johnson was sworn in as president, an hour or so later.

The only news over the weekend was related to President Kennedy's assassination. The sad news cast a pall over the nation, and the campus was no exception. The football game on Saturday, November 23rd at Michigan State was moved to Thanksgiving.

On November 27th, the day before Thanksgiving, Sarah rode back home with me for Thanksgiving break. Thanksgiving weekend was rather somber, since President Kennedy's funeral had been on the 25th and Thanksgiving was on the 28th. The prime suspect, Lee Harvey Oswald, was murdered and news reports speculated he was linked to some kind of conspiracy. No matter the state of national or international affairs, I had my own plans to take care of.

Thanksgiving evening, I visited Sarah and asked what she'd like as a Christmas gift. She thought about it a bit, then said she'd always wanted a thin gold chain necklace with her birthstone, peridot. My reason for asking was that I'd planned a little bit of subterfuge to throw her off my real plan. When she asked what I wanted, I told her I could use a pair of warm leather gloves.

I spent the Friday after Thanksgiving in town, doing some Christmas shopping. I bought a gift for Mom and Dad. Then I spent a couple hours selecting a small diamond engagement ring that I'd planned to give Sarah at Christmas, instead of the birthstone necklace she'd asked for.

After I arrived home, I swore Dad and Mom to secrecy that I'd purchased an engagement ring for Sarah. They wanted details and I revealed I intended to propose to her on Christmas Eve. Mom thought it was such romantic idea that she wanted to let Virginia in on the secret, too. I made them promise they had to swear Virginia to secrecy. To set things up, Mom invited both Virginia and Sarah to our house for a Christmas Eve dinner.

In early December, the U of I football team was selected as the Big Ten representative to the Rose Bowl. Our opponent would be the Washington Huskies. Illinois was 7-1-1 in football up to that point, with our Big Ten record being 5-1-1. School spirit was obvious, with "Go Orange and Blue" and "Go Illini" signs and banners hung all over campus.

Even though everyone was looking forward to the Rose Bowl, there was almost a month of anticipation for me as I counted down the days and hours until Christmas Eve. Time seemed to stand still as the days at the university dragged by and I found myself daydreaming about Sarah through many of my classes.

Sarah rode back home with me from the U of I for Christmas break. From our discussions, I was sure she had no knowledge of my plan. We had a couple weeks off during Christmas break--a welcome relief from classes and studying. Finally, Christmas Eve came.




Sarah's Stallion Ch. 04



It snowed lightly the afternoon of Christmas Eve, the first time it had snowed in southern Illinois on Christmas Eve in many years. Mom had spared no effort in decorating the house for Christmas. She put electric candles in the windows, a wreath on the front door, poinsettias on both sides of the fireplace, barberry Christmas candles on the mantle, and the finest Christmas tree from our farm in the living room. The room was filled with the scent of the freshly-cut Christmas tree. Lastly, she hung mistletoe under several doorways, just in case Sarah and I needed an excuse to kiss. Dad started a bright fire in the fireplace to set the mood. I put a stack of smooth romantic and Christmas music on the record player and set the volume low so you'd only notice it when the room was quiet.

Promptly at 5 PM Virginia and Sarah arrived at our front door. I was about as nervous as I'd ever been in my life. I was fairly sure Sarah would say "yes," to my proposal, but what if she didn't? I didn't have a contingency plan for that.

When they entered, they both had a few flakes of snow on their coats and in their hair. The cold weather made Sarah's cheeks rosier than normal. She wore a long gray coat, with white mittens, a matching white scarf, and a white Tam-o'-shanter on her head. She looked lovely.

I took their coats and scarves and hung them in the closet near the front door. When Sarah had her back turned, Virginia gave me a wink. I gave Sarah a big hug and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled back, slightly embarrassed that I'd kissed her in front of everyone.

Sarah was dressed in a royal blue, wool sweater with a white snowflake pattern over a navy blue wool skirt. Her long hair hung below her shoulders and it had a loose curl in it. Under her hair, a pair of tiny pearl earrings set off her earlobes. I thought Sarah was spectacularly radiant that evening.

Mom had the table set and all the food prepared. It was one of the most festive meals she'd ever made. She had a pine bough spray centerpiece on the table with a red bow, red Christmas candles, and metallic silver balls in the center of it.

Mom served a Christmas ham, mashed potatoes, a green bean casserole, sweet potatoes, dinner rolls, and a gelatin salad. After we'd eaten our meal, Mom said we could all go into the living room for dessert. She'd baked some of her special apple dumplings, served with vanilla ice cream. The apple dumplings were delicious, but I was so nervous that I wasn't interested in Mom's dessert that night.

After dessert, we all made small talk about college, the holidays, and wondered if the snow would continue so we'd have a white Christmas. Then Mom gave Dad and Virginia a sign, and made an excuse that she needed some help to clean up in the kitchen. Sarah offered to help, but Mom told her to stay with me, which she was only too happy to do.

Dad turned the light switch off, leaving only the Christmas tree lights at one end of the room, and the candles and fire in the fireplace at the other end for illumination. Mom, Virginia, and Dad left the living room, leaving us alone.

I sat on the sofa with my arm around Sarah for several more minutes. The soft glow of the Christmas lights only served to enhance Sarah's silky smooth, youthful complexion. I kissed her lightly on the cheek, and whispered, "I love you, Sarah." She laid her head on my shoulder and whispered back, "I love you too, Steve."

It was time to proceed with my plan, so I excused myself and went to the Christmas tree. I reached between some boughs to retrieve Sarah's gift. I'd placed her ring in a long, thin, necklace box, because she'd asked for a necklace, and I really wanted to surprise her.

"Sarah, I have a Christmas gift for you."

She accepted it, then examined the size and shape of the box expecting the necklace she'd asked for.

Sarah looked up at me in anticipation and asked, "Is it a peridot?"

It was apparent she had no idea there was a ring inside. "You'll have to open it and see."

When she'd removed the gold foil wrapping paper and started opening the box, I dropped to one knee beside her, but she didn't really notice, paying more attention to opening her gift.

She opened the box and saw the ring. Her eyes lit up, and I asked, "Sarah, will you marry me?"

She gasped. It only took a few seconds until she squealed and breathlessly exclaimed, "Yes, Steve! Oh yes, yes, yes." She threw her arms around my neck and began crying tears of joy. I gave her my handkerchief and helped brush away her tears.

Our parents had been hovering in the kitchen awaiting her answer. When they heard Sarah's exclamation, they burst into the living room. I saw Mom and Virginia both wiping away some tears, too. Mom, Dad, and Virginia hugged Sarah and me all around. They all congratulated us and wished us the best of luck for a long and happy marriage.

After we'd calmed down some, Mom wanted photos. She had us pose under the mistletoe, with me kissing Sarah on the cheek. Then she took several of me slipping the engagement ring on Sarah's finger.

Dad suggested that he, Mom, and Virginia could play cards and leave us alone in the living room. They played cards in the kitchen for a few hours, and around 11 PM, Virginia said it was time for her to go home. I told her I'd bring Sarah home after midnight--that we both wanted to stay up to see Santa. Before she left, Virginia invited me to her house for Christmas dinner.

Soon after Virginia left, Mom and Dad announced they were going upstairs to bed. We wished them a merry Christmas and said good night.

Sarah and I sat on the living room sofa, basking in the newness and excitement of our engagement. I held Sarah close, running my fingers through her soft hair, letting the emotions of the evening wash over us.

As I looked at this lovely woman, it finally sank in that she had agreed to be my bride, and that we were about to embark on an unknown journey through life together. Normally, I'm not emotional, but thinking about Sarah becoming my wife, I found my eyes becoming a little misty.

When I wiped my eyes, Sarah looked up at me. "Steve, please don't cry, or I'll start crying too."

I gave her a big hug. "Sarah, you are so beautiful. I love you."

She hugged me back, "Steve, you'll never know how much I love you."

After we became quiet, we could hear Frank Sinatra crooning, "I Only Have Eyes for You" in the background. I squeezed Sarah's hand and quietly said, "Isn't this the scene you wanted for our first time? We have the candles, romantic music, and a fireplace."

She smiled back at me and poked me weakly in the rib. "Steve, it isn't the right time."

"Why? Are you having your period again?"

"No," she whispered, "but your parents are right upstairs. They'd hear us."

"It's always something, isn't it?"

Sarah took my hand and slipped it under her sweater on her breast, then looked at me with her beautiful blue eyes, "This will have to do until we can get some privacy."

Sometime after 1 AM, the fire was burning itself out, while Sarah and I snuggled, kissed, and held each other close. How I loved the smell of her perfume and her silky hair. It's difficult to describe the joy I felt holding the beautiful young woman I was going to marry.

I didn't want to take Sarah home that evening--actually it was about 2:30 AM on Christmas morning when I finally dropped her off at her house. I returned home and went to bed, but I couldn't sleep. The exhilaration of the previous evening kept me awake until I drifted off sometime after 5 AM. Mom let me sleep in, and around 9 AM, I smelled coffee, and came down for breakfast. There was less than an inch of snow on the ground, but it was a white Christmas.

At noon I went to the Kolb's house and Virginia provided a delicious Christmas dinner. Sarah gave me the leather gloves I'd asked for. I spent nearly half of Christmas day at the Kolb's. In fact, I spent most of the week between Christmas and New Year's at the Kolb's.

Christmas evening I remained at Sarah's house, cuddling with her on the sofa. Virginia stepped into the living room and said since it was about 10 PM, she was going to bed. She mentioned she was going into town the following morning to take advantage of after-Christmas sales. It seemed she made a point to tell us she would be gone for three hours. Whether she intended it that way or not, Sarah and I took the opportunity to plan to use a condom or two.

Most of the stores in town opened at 9 AM, so that meant Sarah and I had until about noon to have some intimate time together.

After Virginia went to bed, Sarah said, "I'll give you a call when Mom leaves. I have something to show you."

"You showed it to me at the rock, remember?"

She gently elbowed me in the ribs again, "Not that silly. I have something else to show you."

"So what is it? You can tell me."

"No, it's a secret. You kept my engagement ring a secret from me, so now I have one that I've kept from you. I'll show it to you tomorrow when you come over."

I was wondering what she was concealing, but I knew she'd never tell me. I'd just have to wait.

The next morning I received a call from Sarah around 9:30 AM. She said Virginia had left for town about ten minutes beforehand, and that she was waiting for me.

When I started putting on my coat, Mom said, "I'll bet you're going to see Sarah again."

"Yeah, Mom. Don't wait lunch--I'll have lunch at the Kolb's."

I showed up at Sarah's house a few minutes later. She and Abby greeted me at the door. Sarah and I shared a lusty kiss while Abby sat on the floor next to us, wagging her tail. Sarah hung my coat in the closet, and I kicked off my wet boots by the front door.

I joked, "Are you still going to marry me?"

"I'd marry you today, if we had all the arrangements made."

Sarah gave me another big hug. "Now that we're engaged, we'll have to make plans."

"Right, but there's plenty of time for that later. Last night you said you had something to show me today. What is it?"

"Oh, that." She grabbed my hand, "You'll have to follow me."

Sarah led me upstairs to her bedroom. In all the years I'd known Sarah, I'd never been in her bedroom. It was painted off-white with Sarah's bed on one side and her desk on the other. Her dresser was against the wall at the foot of her bed, and her closet was at the end of the room. Through the lace curtains, I could see the barn.

On the wall was a framed photo of Sarah sitting on Pegasus after she'd won the state barrel racing championship. Her barrel racing trophy sat at the rear of her desk. Next to the trophy, was a folding picture frame. One side held an eight-by-ten inch family photo of Sarah with her mom and dad, taken the year before her father died. On the other side was a montage of wallet-sized photos of me, from every year since about the third grade. I had always traded school photos with her, but until then, I had no idea she had kept them all on her desk.

When I bent over to look at my old school photos, Sarah said, "Don't say anything bad about him. He's the most wonderful person in the whole world."

I turned and embraced Sarah, giving her an erotic kiss.

"And I think you are the most wonderful person in the whole world, too. By the way, what is it you wanted to show me?"

"You'll have to remove your clothes."

"Why?"

"So I can show you my secret."

"Aren't you going to remove yours?"

"Yes, you can help me."

She grabbed both my hands and lifted them to the buttons on her blouse. "You can start here."

Women's blouses always confounded me--their buttons were opposite to the buttons on men's shirts, and I never got the hang of unbuttoning them quickly. While I was fumbling with the buttons on her blouse, she grabbed my hips and pulled me toward her until her crotch met mine. Then she proceeded to grind her hips against me.

"That's all the help I need when I'm trying to undo your buttons."

She laughed, "I'm just getting you ready for me."

I finally unfastened all the buttons on her blouse and removed it. As I reached around her back to undo her bra, she started unbuttoning my shirt. When she pulled it off me, we were both nude from the waist up.

I took the opportunity to pull her close to me and gave her another arousing kiss. Our tongues intertwined as I felt her warm breasts against my chest.

"Your chest hair tickles my nipples."

"Wait until you feel my tongue on them."

Leaning down, I took a nipple in my mouth and flipped it with my tongue several times. A few seconds later, I did the same for the other one.

She sat back on the bed. "You made my knees buckle--you know that always makes my pussy hot."

Sarah grabbed my belt buckle, unfastened it, and unbuttoned my jeans. I unzipped my fly and let my jeans drop to the floor, stepping out of them. When Sarah stood up, I undid the button on her skirt and it fell to the floor. Then I knelt down and put my thumbs inside the tops of her panties and swept them to the floor. I saw something new.

"Is that your secret, that you'd shaved your pussy?"

"No, but I did it last night to surprise you. Do you like it?"

"Yes, I do. If that's not your secret, what is?"

"You'll have to take off your boxers."

As I removed my shorts, Sarah went to her dresser and reached into the back of a lower drawer. She pulled out a gadget with a dangling electrical cord and plugged it into an electrical socket near her bed.

"That's what you wanted to show me?"

"Yes, why?"

"What is it?"

"It's a vibrator."

I hadn't seen a vibrator before, but it looked interesting. I sat on the edge of the bed and Sarah handed it to me. It had a switch on top marked "off," "low," and "high." A silver metal post protruded from the bottom about an inch.

Sarah pulled about half a dozen rubber attachments out of her dresser. She said they were designed to fit over the metal post on the bottom of the vibrator.

When I flipped the switch to the "low" setting, the vibrator came to life with a low hum. In the "high" position, the vibrator made a louder hum, and putting my thumb on the metal post, I could definitely feel it vibrating.

I turned it off and handed it back to Sarah. She placed a rubber attachment that looked like an inverted cone on the metal post.

"You always go off so fast the first time. The vibrator will set you off quickly, and then you can enjoy it longer when we have sex. Lie down and I'll show you how it works."

I stretched out on her bed and she sat down next to my hip. My penis was erect. We hadn't had sex since Thanksgiving. Sarah turned the vibrator on "low" and applied the vibrator cup to the head of my penis.

"Sarah, that feels nice."

"Is that all--it just feels nice?"

"Yes, it feels nice, but it doesn't do much for me."

Then Sarah flipped the switch to the "high" setting. The vibrator was generating the most extraordinary sensations on the end of my penis.

"Whoa Sarah, that's incredible--I won't last a minute."

She grabbed a couple facial tissues and wrapped them around the shaft of my penis. "When you go off, they'll catch it. I don't want you spewing all over my bedroom."

As she rotated the vibrator around the glans of my penis, she gently massaged my shaft with her hand holding the tissues. I could feel my pre-cum lubricating the inside of the vibrator cup. My stomach muscles became rigid, I could feel my scrotum tightening, and my toes were involuntarily curling under. My breathing was becoming irregular. My penis was feeling better and better by the second. Sarah sensed I was getting close, and switched the vibrator off.

"Sarah, why did you do that? I was about to climax."

"I was teasing you, like you've teased me. You'll rub my clitoris and get me almost to a climax, and then you stop or rub somewhere else. I wanted you to feel the same sexual frustration."

She was right. I had done that to her, mostly unintentionally, but I did like to hear her beg for her climax. Now I needed my release--I needed it badly.

"I'm sorry Sarah. I didn't know. Please turn it back on--please."

Sarah smiled and turned the vibrator on again and placed it on my penis. A most pleasurable feeling was centered on my rigid penis and radiated through my scrotum, perineum, and beyond. As she stroked my shaft, I was unable to resist the vibrator any longer. My scrotum was feeling ever tighter.

"Sarah, I'm going to cum. Ah, oh... oh... oh..."

My semen shot into the conical vibrator attachment and ran into the tissues Sarah held in her hand. After a few seconds, I was done. My penis couldn't take the extended stimulation from the vibrator--it was almost painful.

"Turn it to low."

Sarah flipped the switch to the "low" setting, which felt a lot better.

"Did you like that?"

"That's the best hand-job you've ever given me--even better than the one you gave me in the barn."

"I thought you'd like it."

"Sarah, that is one amazing appliance. Where on earth did you get it?"

"My roommate, Ellen, brought it back from Chicago the last time she went home. Ellen's boyfriend goes to the University of Wisconsin. She only sees him every month or so. In between, she uses the vibrator to get off."

She dropped the soaked tissues in the trash can next to her desk.

Sarah continued, "I came back to the room one evening after we'd been studying at the library and she was using it on herself. I couldn't believe she didn't stop when I came into the room, but she was close to her climax and continued until she came."

Sarah used a couple more clean tissues to wipe off my penis and semen from the inside of the vibrator attachment.

"Ellen asked me if I'd like to try it, but I didn't think so, right then. She showed me where she stored it, and said I could use it anytime I wanted."

"So did you try it?"

"Yes. A couple weeks later, we'd planned on having sex at Grandpa's farm, but we couldn't. I was feeling pretty horny by the time we got back. That evening, I was all alone, and decided to give it a try. It was wonderful."

"I didn't realize you ever got that horny."

"Steve, you don't know how horny I get when we don't have sex for several days."

Her disclosure surprised me. From our previous sexual encounters I knew she enjoyed our sex, but I had no idea her sex drive was as powerful as mine. It pleased me, though, to hear that morsel of information about her.

She related, "Later, I talked to Ellen about it, and she said she'd used it on her boyfriend, and he liked it so well, he bought one for himself. Ellen was going home the next weekend and said if I'd give her the money, she'd buy one for me. So I did."

Sarah changed the attachment on the vibrator. It was a knob about the size and shape of the end of a man's thumb.

"Can I put it on your pussy?"

"Sure. First let me show you where it feels best."

We traded places on the bed and I sat down next to Sarah. She spread her thighs and turned the vibrator on the "low" setting. Then she placed the vibrator knob on her outer labia, about an inch from her clitoris.

"I set it on low and start out here, because my clitoris can't take direct stimulation right away. After I'm warmed up, I can work it closer."

She lightly moved the vibrator around and around the outside of her labia several times, then she handed the vibrator to me. I followed the same path that Sarah used.

"Sarah, thank you for shaving your pussy for me. It was a nice surprise. So was the vibrator."

"You're welcome. I think my pussy is more sensitive now. The vibrator sometimes pulled my pubic hair."

After two or three minutes, she indicated I could move the vibrator closer to her clitoris. Bending over her thigh was uncomfortable on my spine, so I moved her leg so my torso was between her thighs. It was a more comfortable sitting position for me and it gave me better access to her pussy.




Sarah's Stallion Ch. 04



I noticed her inner labia had turned a little darker pink and they began to dilate and swell as her clitoral hood was becoming engorged. Her breathing pattern changed and I noticed her abdominal muscles tensed. She had closed her eyes and was rubbing her nipples, while she bit her lower lip.

"Now my pussy is getting really hot."

"Good, let's see if we can make it smoke."

I could see some of her lubrication starting to ooze from her vagina, so I knew she was getting quite aroused. I inserted a finger into her vagina. She tensed for a couple of seconds until she realized what I'd done. When I wiggled my finger, I could feel the muscles in her pussy tighten on my finger. Her body became rigid and the muscles in her thighs started to spasm. I could smell the scent of her arousal.

Sarah's face started to contort, as if she were in pain. Several times before, I'd seen her make a face like that just prior to her climax, so I moved the vibrator along the right side of her clitoral shaft while I wiggled my finger. That was the trigger which set her off.

"Steve... I'm going to... unngh, unngh, unngh, unngh." Every time her vaginal muscles contracted, she moaned.

She was thrashing so, it was difficult to keep the vibrator on her clitoris while she climaxed. I could feel her pussy muscles twitch and convulse around my finger. After eight or ten hard contractions, I sensed her climax was nearly over, so I moved the vibrator away from her clitoris. She opened her eyes and licked her lips.

"Oh Steve, that was wonderful."

"I'm glad to see you enjoy sex as much as I do."

"Put on a condom--I want you."

I didn't have to be asked twice. It didn't take long to unroll the condom over my erect penis. I climbed back in bed between her thighs and she guided my penis into her vagina. What a wonderful feeling. I started thrusting slowly in and out. Sarah's eyes were starting to glaze over, and I could tell she was almost in a trance.

"Sarah, it feels so good making love to you."

She opened her eyes and looked up at me. "I can't wait until we're married, then we can do this every night."

"Do we have to wait until night?" I asked.

"No, we'll probably be doing it morning, noon, and night."

Then she poked me playfully in the ribs as I thrust my penis in and out of her. All of a sudden, Sarah tensed and lifted her head. Her eyes widened and the expression on her face indicated something was going on behind me. I looked around and saw the bedroom door moving. A dozen things flashed through my mind in an instant. Oh no, we'd been caught in the act. How embarrassing--what was I going to say to my future mother?

Another second went by, and the door continued to slowly open. Then Abby came around the corner of Sarah's desk, wagging her tail. She must have heard Sarah when she climaxed, and came to investigate. Abby came to the bed and sniffed both of us. It was embarrassing having a dog sniff my butt, but better than being caught by Virginia, I suppose.

Sarah pointed to the door and said, "Abby--Go!" Abby turned and left the bedroom. Sarah and I both gave a big sigh of relief. The clock on Sarah's dresser indicated it was just 10:30, so we still had plenty of time before Virginia returned.

I got off Sarah and closed and locked Sarah's bedroom door before returning to her bed. We both nervously laughed about the scare we'd just had.

"Sarah, you looked petrified when the door opened."

"Well, I've never been caught naked in bed making love to a naked man before. You looked pretty surprised yourself."

I had to admit, it would have been shocking to have Virginia walk in on us while we were making love. It took a little while until my erection was stiff enough to begin making love to Sarah again.

Our lovemaking this time wasn't as exuberant as it had started out. Sarah climaxed, but not as powerfully as she usually did. Her mind seemed to have drifted to something else.

After we finished, Sarah said, "This room reeks of sex, and the sheets need to be washed."

"Will your mom come up here?"

"I don't know, but she might."

Sarah tossed the sheets in the washer, made a pot of coffee, and prepared tuna salad sandwiches on toast for lunch. Food smells filled the house; problem solved.

By the time Virginia returned from shopping, Sarah and I had the sheets back on her bed and we were sitting together on the living room sofa trying to look innocent. I'm not sure our ploy worked. More likely, we looked like a couple cats who ate the canary, but Virginia didn't say anything.

We managed to spend a lot of time together over Christmas break. We watched the movie, Holiday Inn during the weekend. Then the University of Illinois played Washington in the Rose Bowl on New Year's Day. Attending the game would have been exciting, but given the choice of seeing the Rose Bowl or being with Sarah, being with Sarah won out.

Sarah came to our house on New Year's Day and we watched the Rose Parade and then cheered the Fighting Illini to victory over the Huskies. Illinois defeated Washington 17-7.

Sarah and I had sex one more time before we returned to college. Now that we were engaged, we needed to pick a wedding date and make wedding plans.

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