'That's all my come and your come,' she said, stroking him back and forth.
'That's just what it is,' he said.
'You know,' she said, 'there's only been one other man before you.'
'Phil?' he asked.
'No, a guy I went to high school with,' she replied. 'But he got killed in a car crash. I'm glad he did because I didn't even like him.'
'What about Phil? Hasn't he fucked you?'
'He can't,' she replied. 'He can't get it up. He's hung up on the fact that his mother used to fuck animals. I guess it had a bad effect on him.'
'Well, for a girl who only fucked one other guy, you sure were pretty big inside,' Tom said. 'He must have had a pretty big cock.'
'It wasn't him who stretched me out like that,' she said.
'Then who did?' he asked, already knowing the answer.
'A horse and a dog,' she replied. 'They both had a lot to do with it.'
Tom just looked at her, and then he got to his feet.
'How old are you anyway?' he asked.
'How old do you think I am?' she asked, squirming about on the grass.
'Probably not as old as you act,' he replied, reaching down for the cigarettes in his pocket.
'I'm seventeen,' she replied, getting to her feet. 'Let me have one of those.'
He gave her a cigarette and lit it.
'Thanks,' she said.
Tom lit his own cigarette and then he said, 'I knew a girl who used to fuck horses. Yeah, she fucked a whole bunch of them. One day she bet this man she could fuck as many as he brought up to her. I think she got to the fourth one and then she just died. He made a fortune on all the bets he had made against her.'
'I wouldn't do anything like that,' she said suddenly afraid that she might just do that.
'You say that now,' Tom said, blowing out smoke rings, 'but do you think you'll still say that in a couple of years?'
'Of course,' she insisted.
'I should have known you were like that,' he said. 'Any girl who hangs around a race track has to be. Tell me, was I as good as that horse and dog?'
'You were even better,' she said, pressing into him.
He pushed her away.
'I wish I could believe that,' he said. 'I really do.'
And then he bent over and got his clothes and began to dress.
'It sure has been nice walking with you,' he said. 'I had planned on us doing this all season.'
'And now you don't want to? Is that it?'
'Well,' he said, 'you might have other things you'll want to do from now on.'
'Not if I can have you,' she said, trying to mean it.
'You say that now, but one of these days you'll think how much better it could be with an animal and then you'll go after one, and that'll be the end of me. No, my cock isn't that big, and it can't stay hard that long.'
'It's good enough for me,' she insisted.
'For now it is, but not always.'
She grabbed onto his arm. 'It'll always be good enough for me. Please believe that.'
'I want to,' he said, 'but you see, I just can't. I've seen too many girls like you. They all end up the same. You'll end up like that also, and I just don't want to be around to see it.'
'Maybe you can change me,' she cried. 'Maybe you can see that that doesn't happen to me.'
'I tried with that other girl, and I failed,' he said. 'I failed her and now she's dead. I'd fail you the same way. And like I said, I don't want to be around to see the same thing happen to you. I just couldn't take it a second time.'
'It wouldn't happen to me,' she said, grabbing onto him and kissing him all over his face and neck. 'It wouldn't. You wouldn't fail me.
He pushed her away, and she stumbled and fell to the ground.
'Don't make this any harder than it already is,' he almost yelled at her. 'Can't you see what you're doing to me? Why did you have to tell me anyway? Why couldn't you have lied? Why?'
She thought he was going to cry, but he didn't. He was too manly for that. He would never cry in front of her anyway, although he might go off and cry by himself sometime. That would be his way, and he would never be like Phil, who would and did cry in front of everybody. She watched him as he walked away. She lay on the ground for the longest time and finally she got to her feet. She picked up her clothes and slowly made her way back to the stable. She hadn't even bothered to get dressed again. She was still naked. Maybe someone would see her this way and rape her. At this point she really didn't care what happened to her.
Phil and Jack were both asleep when she made her way into the room. She wondered what time it was, but she didn't bother to look and see. She walked right into the stable where the horses were and she made her way to the male stud. He was lying down and asleep. She began to stroke him and that woke him.
'I guess you're all I have left,' she said, feeling herself about to cry. 'Yes, I guess I am doomed just like Tom said I was. I don't care though. I don't care at all.'
The horse was standing on his feet now.
'I guess he smells me,' she said, seeing his erection. 'Yes, he smells me all right.'
She fell to her knees and brought her face right up close to his cock.
She rubbed it against her cheek and then she rubbed it all over her face.
'You'll never know how good that feels to me,' she said out loud. 'No, you'll just never know. In fact, I don't even think that I know even.'
She was holding onto it and she was rubbing it across her forehead.
'Oh, you're so very big and so very hard,' she said. 'No man could ever be this big and this hard. Not even Tom. He was pretty big and he was real hard, but even he wasn't this hard and this big. You are the hardest and the biggest that I've ever seen. And just think? There are probably animals, and even some horses, who are bigger and harder than you even.'
She continued to rub his cock back and forth against her forehead, and then she rubbed it against her cheeks again, and then right under her nose and across her closed lips, and then on her chin, and then under her chin.
'This is the only kind of cock for me from now on,' she said in a whisper.
And with that she began to suck on the head of his cock. It seemed even harder than it had the time before. It tasted so bitter too. More bitter than it had before. But that was okay with her. The more bitter he tasted, the better she liked it. In fact, it turned her on even more than she was all ready.
She could feel the cock bulging out the side of her cheeks and she tried to get even more of it into her mouth. She wished she could get his whole cock in her mouth, but even she knew that that was impossible. Would she end up like that other girl? Maybe, but right now it didn't matter to her. That just might be the best way to die anyway.
After all, she had to die someday, anyway. Why not die fucking a horse?
What other ways were there that would feel so good? Who knows, she might die right at the point of orgasm. That way she might not even know she was even dying. She would feel the come shooting into her, and that would be all she felt.
Tom was just jealous, that's all. All men would be like that, and she was glad that she found that out now. None of them could stand the fact that they weren't super studs that they passed themselves off to be.
They were nothing compared to this great big beautiful animal.
She sucked harder and harder on the horse's cock, sliding her mouth back and forth on him. She could feel him throbbing already and his hooves beat a nervous tattoo on the ground as she brought him along the way she wanted him to come. Oh come now, she said to herself, I'm ready for you, beautiful stud.
And she was ready at that. She was ready for anything at that point.
She kept sucking just as hard as she possibly could and she could feel the horse's cock expanding in her
