get too far away from where you picked me up.'
'Okay,' he said disgruntledly, obviously disappointed I preferred his horse to him.
Abruptly, he swung the big car off the highway, kicking up a huge cloud of dust as we wheeled across the dry wound. Three or four hundred yards off the road he slammed to a stop at the edge of a field.
I could see from the perplexed expression on his handsome face that he was having some second thoughts about the whole thing. 'Listen, Carl,' I said, 'if you've changed your mind about me riding Firebomb… well, I understand. I know he's your bread and butter.'
'No, ma'am,' he said. 'A promise is a promise. But just remember when you get on Firebomb I warned you that he's a mighty spirited animal.'
The should have frightened me, as I knew nothing about riding horses, but instead the warning excited me immensely. Somehow the thought of being astride a golden palomino and forcing him to do my bidding really turned me on.
'Have you ever ridden a horse?' Carl asked as we walked around to the back of the trailer.
'Sure, lots of times,' I lied.
'Bareback?'
'Whenever I get the chance.'
'Good,' Carl said as he swung open the rear gate of the trailer. 'Then I won't have to saddle him.'
Inside the trailer Firebomb swished his head around, his mane flying, my very presence agitating him as Carl backed him out.
'Maybe he doesn't like me,' I said when I saw how upset he seemed.
'Don't worry, ma'am,' Carl said, leading the horse completely out of the stall, 'he likes you plenty.'
'Then why is he acting this way?'
'He always acts like this when he's rarin' to go. This is just exactly the way he is before we come out of the chute at a rodeo. Believe me, he likes you.'
When Firebomb was standing completely clear of the trailer I could see what Carl was talking about. The hard-on I'd noticed earlier was still in evidence, only even bigger. Up until now I'd assumed that a horse's cock always stuck out like that. Now, for the first time, I wondered if I was for some reason the cause of Firebomb's erection.
'Okay, c'mon little lady,' Carl said. 'I'll lift you up on his back.'
Before I could say anything, Carl's strong hands were around my waist and he was hoisting me in the air. I closed my eyes as he lifted me into the air, trying to figure out how I was going to fake my way through this thing I'd brought on myself. When I opened them again I was perched high atop a golden palomino.
Before I could get used to being there, Firebomb snorted and suddenly reared into the air. Desperately, I clutched his mane, holding on for dear life.
'Just hang on, hang on,' Carl whooped. 'I told you he was high-spirited.'
The horse's snorts filled the otherwise silent rural air as he bucked wildly up and down, tossing me around in the air like I was a feather. Miraculously I managed to keep my grip and stay on him. If I'd fallen to the wound there's no doubt in my mind I'd have been trampled.
Although I was certain my life was in danger, Carl laughed uncontrollably. When I saw him reeling against the trailer, his face red with glee, my fear suddenly became anger. Determined to show him I could take care of myself, I jabbed my heels into Firebomb's sides as though I were wearing spurs and pulled back on his mane like I was handling reins.
Firebomb, surprised by my sudden assertiveness, stopped short in his tracks. Then he looked around at me with his big brown eyes and neighed, as if to tell me that I had passed the test and everything would be all right from here on in.
Then, like a shot, we took off, galloping toward the horizon. As we sprinted toward the blazing sun, the last thing I heard Carl say was, 'Hey, don't get lost. That there horse is my bread and butter. If I lose him I'll be back pumpin' gas.'
Even though I had no experience horseback riding, it seemed like the most natural union of human and animal conceivable. Especially bareback. I couldn't imagine how anyone could want to compromise the sensation of body against body with a saddle. The faster Firebomb went the more easily I seemed to sit on his back, rolling with his galloping movements while the wind blew in my face.
Comfortable at last on his back, for the first time I became fully aware of Firebomb's body under mine. The sensation of his sleek coat against my loins was thrilling since, fortunately, I wasn't wearing any panties. Beneath my flying skirt my bare loins and naked cunt rubbed against him, working back and forth against his golden hair in maddening friction.
Gradually I became less aware of how fast we were going than how wet my pussy was. The rubbing action of his cunt against Firebomb's back was making me wild. I had over a thousand pounds of horse-flesh between my legs, and it was driving me crazy.
'Whoa, boy, whoa!' I cried, pulling Firebomb's mane to slow him down. My strength was no match for his, but he slammed to a stop anyway. As I slid off him I knew he had stopped because he wanted to.
When I walked around to the side of him I saw why. His cock was enormous. He'd incredibly retained his hard-on throughout our wild ride.
Rubbing my hand over him I tried to calm him down. Sweat slicked his coat, turning him into a ton of slippery golden muscle.
Inevitably my hand slid down his leg and started rubbing his belly. My fingers moved uncontrollably toward his cock. I was fascinated by it.
Finally, I couldn't restrain myself from reaching out and touching it. I halfway expected to be repulsed by feeling an animal's cock, but instead it felt warm and electric to my first touch. The tentative brushing of my fingertips immediately turned to a caress as I slid the palm of my hand against his throbbing tool.
Now I realized that this was what I'd wanted ever since I'd seen his prick standing out the first time in the trailer. It should have been hard for me to admit that I was enchanted by a horse's cock, but instead I gasped in pleasure at its radiant warmth. When I wrapped my fingers around it, Firebomb's dick throbbed excitingly in my hand and I knew there was no turning back.
I dropped to my knees, kneeling under Firebomb's belly, gazing in wonder at the long, stiff cock I was now clutching with both hands. A long, leathery foreskin enveloped the steel rod, loose enough that I could easily tug it back and forth. When I pulled it back my eyes bugged out at the size of the knot at the end of his prick.
Firebomb liked what I was doing to him. For the first time since we had met, he was still. He breathed heavily and I could feel his pulse racing as he stood there like a statue letting me do whatever I pleased with his cock.
As tentatively as I had first felt it with my fingers, I stuck out my tongue and barely touched his cock with the tip of it. His prick tasted salty, drenched with the sweat from the exertion of galloping so hard and fast.
Gradually increasing the exploration of my tongue until I was actually licking him, I moved my mouth toward his massive prick-head, nuzzling my lips against it.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and did the unthinkable, working my ups over the head of his cock. The fleshy barb pulsed in my mouth, engorging it as I hungrily started gobbling his meat.
Within seconds he was six inches in my mouth, and, incredibly, four of those were cock-head. His prick was so thick that I wouldn't be able to swallow as much of it as I would a man's, but its quantity and quality more than made up for that little disappointment.
When Firebomb whinnied I knew what he wanted. Slowly and sensuously I began moving my lips back and forth along his prick, letting him fuck me in the mouth. Again and again I caught his foreskin over the head of his cock and then pulled it back, chafing his prick practically raw with my nibbling lips and scraping teeth.
My hands moved from his shaft to his huge balls. When I squeezed the enormous spheres I could feel them churning in my hands. A smile spread across my face and wrapped around his cock as I imagined what an elegant onslaught of sperm must be brewing in his nuts.
Under my skin, my pussy was going wild while I played with his cock. Every throb of the huge veins coursing trough his organ made my pussy spasm as he fucked me in the mouth. I couldn't help but wonder what his prick would feel like between my legs.
'Fuck me, Firebomb,' I said, sliding my lips from his wet cock. 'Did they teach you how to fuck in the
