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   This story is a work of fiction.  No person in it exists - beyond the
writer's warped imagination.  This story contains material of a VERY sexual
nature and is not suitable for reading by most people.  If you are younger
than 21 years of age, live in any sort of repressive environment,
household, township, city, county, state, nation, or universe - stop
reading, and delete all files (including this one) from you HDD (hard
drive)!  There are even sexual encounters that will make all but the most
hardened readers blush, gag, and run for the toilet.  Things happen, that
would never (wink-wink) happen in real life...  in suburbia...  in
America...  or any place else, for that matter.

   ****Normal disclaimer**** ****Abnormal disclaimer****

   (C) Notice: this material is (C) The Bulldog 2000 and may not be
reproduced without specific written permission for any use, what so ever,
except: to read and enjoy, to read, crumple and throw away repulsed, or to
save in order to read later.  You may NOT put this story up on your Web
site, claim that it is yours, re-post it in any form (without the above
mentioned written permission), or share it with others (unless they happen
to be your consenting sexual partner).  I'd also advise against e-mailing
it to your wife's office at Arthur Anderson [SIC for legal reasons]. 
Lastly, you may not make any $, or , or off this story, as I sure didn't!
(PS, no pesos, euros, or anything else of the monetary persuasion)

   ****Standard disclaimer**** ****Sub-standard disclaimer****

   If you are old enough, live in just the right places, can stomach
stories of a wild and crazy sexual nature, then read on, and I hope you
enjoy.  The Bulldog - the_bulldog@newsguy.com

   Cowgirl's Blues [M/F, best (horse),oral, mast (machine)] by Bulldog

   Chapter 1

   Susan's long blonde hair blew freely in the breeze as she rode.  The air
was cool at 8,000 ft, but the sun warmed her bare arms.

   She had only been home from school for a week, and she was trying to get
her mind off academics and all of the stress she had been under.  Post
graduate work at Wharton had almost become too much for her.  That and that
lousy bastard of a boyfriend, Tom were combined to wreck her mind and, if
she didn't put them behind her, her health.

   She was about to finish her doctorate in applied financial modeling and
Tom decided that he couldn't wait before he ran off with a teaching
assistant.  The nerve!

   Susan had come back to her father's ranch near Craig and was trying to
sort out her life.  This day, she had saddled Gloria, her younger sister's
horse for a ride to the upper reaches of the ranch.  She was decked out in
a denim skirt and a sleeveless denim top.  She sported her cowboy boots and
a straw hat.  Even though she had become a "city slicker" in Philadelphia,
she enjoyed dressing the part of a cowgirl.  She wanted to transport her
mind as far from the city, school, and Tom as she could.  When she dressed
that morning, she had put on her floral panties and found a cupless bra she
had ordered from Frederick's of Hollywood to impress some long since
forgotten boyfriend.  Her nipples were rubbing delightfully on the denim of
her shirt.  She adjusted her ass on the saddle and spread her skirt all
around her, removing it from between her crotch and the leather.  Susan
loved the way the smooth saddle rubbed on the nylon of her panties and the
soft skin of her upper thighs.  As she rode, she could feel the juices in
her pussy began to flow as her cunt lips slid on the nylon held tight
against the saddle.

   It had been so long since she had had these feelings in her body.  The
crush of her doctorate thesis and the months of bad scenes with Tom had
conspired to deny her any thought of sex.  Now the sun, the breeze, and the
sensations between her thighs and around her nipples were about to drive
her crazy.  Susan unbuttoned the front to her skirt and spread it even more
away from her legs.  She looked down at the saddle between her thighs and
sighed, "if only this thing had a dick on it!" She remembered an old
calvary saddle her father had owned.  It had an opening along the center of
the seat.  When she had asked about the opening, her father had said that
it so the calvary officer could pet his horse while he rode.  She was so
embarrassed when she explained the opening to a friend and he had laughed
and said that the opening was so the soldier's balls wouldn't be bruised
while he was on a long ride.  At first she had been devastated by his
comments, but the two of them had explored the possibility of bruised balls
and such with the saddle.  Hidden away in her father's tackroom, the two of
them had taken turns sitting naked on the saddle.  The boy had showed how
his balls hung down in the opening and explained that on a long ride, there
wouldn't be too much pressure on them.  Susan had mounted the saddle and
noticed how her pussy lips hung through the slit.  The boy had reached
below the saddle and stroked her with his fingers.  "If there were any girl
calvary soldiers, I bet they would also like a saddle like this," he said.
In the dark, quiet tackroom, smelling of hay and leather, the boy had
stroked her to monster climax.  Though they didn't go all the way; she was
still a virgin, and planned to stay that way, she reached through the
saddle's opening and jacked the boy off.  "What was his name?' she thought,
"Lewis?" Fond memories came flooding her mind as she remembered the summer
days she and Lewis spent in the tackroom with that saddle.  If only she had
it now, and it had a giant dildo protruding from the opening.  That would
be just what she needed.

   Susan was grinding her pussy into the saddle as she rode.  She
unbuttoned her blouse and stroked her taught nipples.  She leaned forward
in the saddle and then arched her back, forcing her cunt against the front
of the saddle.  "This is feeling too good," she sighed.  She stopped,
dismounted and reached beneath her skirt to remove her soaked panties. 
"I'll just put these in the saddlebags for now." Susan climbed back onto
Gloria and rearranged her skirt.  Now her moist swollen pussy was rubbing
directly on the seat of the saddle.  "That's more like it," she thought.

   As she now rode, she could slide her cunt all over the saddle.  As
leaned forward and then back, forcing her ass cheeks wide as she slid along
on the warm leather.  Her nipples were hard as rocks as she squeezed and
pinched them.  "All I need now is a big dick!" As she rocked along, her
mind wandered to all of the penises she had known.  Most were great and she
recalled each one in the most minute of details.  "Oh, if I only had one of
those guys right now." Suddenly Susan's body began to convulse as she had
an unexpected orgasm.  "God, I didn't expect that," she smiled.  She forced
her thighs together and thrust one hand between her legs as she squeezed
the saddle with all of her strength.

   As the waves of her climax began to subside, Susan saw a large clump of
aspens near the old milking barn and decided to stop under the trees before
she fell off her horse.  She climbed down, pausing to slide her cunt along
the entire length of the saddle's seat.  When Gloria was tied to one of the
aspens, Susan lay back on the grass in the shade of the trees.  Her mind
wandered to her climax.  "That's the first time I've gotten off in at least
two months.  Goddamn schedule of mine!" She made a promise to herself to
not let a day go by that she didn't find the time of at least one climax.
"I'm going to take care of myself this time home," she thought.  "I'm going
to be good to myself, give myself pleasure.  The hell with school and Tom
and all the rest of the world.  That climax was great, and long overdue. 
Fuck my doctorate.  I'll get back to it soon enough." She rested her head
on the ground and looked up at the clouds building behind the milk barn.

   Her reverie was broken by the snort and whinnied of a horse.  Startled,
Susan looked up and saw a white stallion on the other side of the fence. 
He was eyeing Gloria and pawing the ground.  "Ricky, what are you doing up
in this part of the property?" she asked the stallion, as though she
expected him to answer her.  "I thought you were out for stud service, or
something." The horse paced along the fence and whinnied at Gloria.  She
just rolled her big brown eyes and swatted the air with her tail.  "It
looks like Gloria doesn't want any part of you big fella," she said as she
looked up through the fence.  "It's a good thing you're on the other side
of that fence or I think there'd be trouble." Susan noticed that the
horse's penis was beginning to slide from its sheath and was becoming
erect. "Where was that thing when I was ready for it a few miles back," she
mused.  As the stallion paced and sniffed the air, his dick was extending
to giant proportions.  It hung at least fifteen inches from his abdomen and
showed no signs of letting up in its quest to reach the ground.

   Susan's mouth dropped open as she marveled at the size of his dick and
the slick black skin that was being pulled taught by his erection.  "Where
do you hide all that when you don't need it?" She unconsciously licked her
lips as she noticed a drop of moistness at the tip of the enlarged organ.
"You're just getting yourself in trouble.  You won't be able to do anything
with your hard-on," she whispered to the horse.  He snorted and looked into
her eyes.  Did he recognize her sexual arousal?  Susan couldn't be sure,
but she felt that the stallion was undressing her with his stare.  She
absentmindedly brushed along the front of her blouse and realized that her
nipples were still exposed.  "Its good there wasn't anyone else up here to
see me just now," she said.  "I'd forgotten that I was exposing myself to
the world.

   She rubbed her hands across her breasts and stared at the horse's dong
just three feet from her, on the other side of the fence.  "I'll bet that
dick of yours would sure feel good rubbing on these nipples.  Would you
like that?" she said, as she climbed through the fence.  "Easy, big fella,"
as she stroked the horny horse's haunches.  "Easy." She knelt beside the
stallion and lightly stroked his penis.  "All the guys back at school would
like to be hung like you, fella.  Hell, I bet most of them would kill to do
what you are about to do," as she gently grasped his dick and swung the tip
against her exposed nipples.  "Oh, that's so good," she moaned.

   For five minutes she swung the horse's cock back and forth across her
breasts, lightly brushing the dripping tip along her nipples.  "That feels
great, but we shouldn't be out in the open where everyone can see us. 
Let's go into the milk barn.  I think you deserve a good hand-job,
otherwise that hard-on will just go to waste." She led the stallion into
the barn and over to one of the stalls where the cows were milked.  "This
looks like a good spot, especially since I'll be milking that dick of
yours." She knelt back down and grasped her breasts, forcing them around
the horse's penis.  She squeezed his swollen dick to her chest and rocked
back and forth, sliding it between her breasts.  "I hope that that feels as
good for you as it does for me!" Susan was bouncing up and down as she
squatted beside the horse's hind feet.  Ricky's breathing was increasing
now as a slight stream of cum began oozing from the tip of his massive
dick. "Boy, you sure are full, aren't you?  We'll just relieve you of some
of your load!"

   Susan wiped the heel of her hand across the tip of Ricky's dripping
dick. "I wonder what a horse's cum tastes like," she thought.  Slowly she
lifted her hand to her tongue.  Hesitantly, she flicked at the moistness on
her hand.  "Not bad, not bad at all." She licked the juice from her hand
and then reached down, taking the full girth of the horse's penis in her
hand.  She slid her hand up and down the length, lightly pulling the skin
along the shaft.  She could barely get her fingers around the full
circumference of the giant penis.  "God, you're a big one, aren't you? 
I'll bet you really fill up the fillies around here don't you?  I wonder
what you could do for a woman.  Susan gripped Ricky's penis with her breast
again and began stroking the full length between her boobs.  As she
stroked, the head of the stallion's penis brushed against Susan's lips. 
She flicked out her tongue and dabbed at the cum drops.  With out thinking,
she reached down and grasped the giant dick with her hands and guided it to
her mouth.  As she formed an "O" with her lips, she rubbed the tip around
her mouth.  "I wonder if I can fit you into my mouth," she thought.  As she
pondered the thought, Ricky bucked forward forcing his dick into the
cowgirls waiting orifice.  With a gulp, she found the entire tip of the
horse's dong in her mouth.  She traced the circumference with her tongue.
She held it to her face and rocked her head back and forth, taking the
pony's penis as deep into her mouth as possible.  She thought back to the
many guys she had given head to.  The horse was obviously much larger, and
there was a special excitement to her turning on an animal.  The men in her
life may have been "animals", but this was truly different.

   Susan held Ricky's dick in one hand and reached down between her legs,
stroking her swollen clit.  She inserted two fingers into her cunt and
massaged her clit, all the while sucking furiously on the horse's dick. 
Ricky lowered his haunches to bring his dick more in line with the girl's
face.

   Susan was slurping with abandon while she fingered herself feverishly,
totally oblivious to a figure watching her from the shadows of the barn. 
Clem, the sixtyish foreman of the ranch, was interrupted in his project of
repairing a milking machine in the barn by the entrance of the ranch
owner's daughter and the excited stallion.  For the last ten minutes he had
watched in silence, enthralled at the scene unfolding before his eyes.

   Susan was able to let go of Ricky's dong with her hand and its stiffness
held it in her mouth.  She groped at her breast and began pinching her
nipples while she fingered her dripping cunt.  Then without warning, Ricky
whinnied and began pumping semen into Susan's mouth.  She feverishly rubbed
her tits and plunged her fingers in and out of her snatch.  With horse cum
dripping from both sides of her mouth, she leaned back and said, "just like
a man.  Can't you wait till I'm ready?" Ricky continued to pump cum into
her face.  It ran down her cheeks and soaked her breasts, coating her
flushed skin with white goo.

   "Now little missy I wouldn't go blaming the horse none.  You were just
doing too good a job on him," Clem said in a hoarse whisper.  Susan jumped
and snatched her blouse closed.  She spun around to face Clem.  Her jeans
skirt was still open, exposing her cunt, but she hadn't noticed due to her
shock at the interruption.  "Clem...what are you doing here?  How long have
you been watching?" Clem stared transfixed by Susan's naked crotch, "oh,
long enough to see quite a show.  I wouldn't have thought of you as the
type of girl who would be turned on by a horse, but then you have been away
at that Eastern school of yours for a couple of years.  You've turned in to
quite a woman since I saw you last," Clem stammered.  "I think I can help
you with your little problem though.  Come over here, nobody has to know
about our little episode here.  Just come over by me."

   Susan staggered over by the cowboy, trembling with fear and excitement;
her skirt still wide open.  "What are you going to do, Clem?" "Lean over
this rail here, missy.  I've got an idea for this problem case of hornies
of yours." Susan leaned over the worn railing of the milking stall.  Clem
reached around and placed the suction cups on the milking machine that he
had been working on against Susan's nipples.  He flicked a switch and
turned the pulse knob to low.  With a hum, the machine began sucking on
Susan's breasts.  The sensation was exhilarating.  She had never felt
anything like this.  No mouth had ever manipulated her nipples so.  "Do you
like that, missy?  I've let that machine relieve me many times.  Feels
good, huh?" "Oh, God, Clem...this is great."

   As the milking machine hummed away on Susan's tits, Clem stood up and
walked behind Susan.  He reached under her skirt and lifted it onto her
back, exposing her bare ass.  Slowly, Clem reached between Susan's legs and
began stroking the girl's stilldripping cunt.  He knelt behind her and
began sucking on her pussy lips, darting his tongue deep inside her.

   "Oh, eat me!  Eat my cunt," she shrieked.  Clem did as he was told.  He
massaged her ass cheeks and dug his tongue deep into her pussy.

   The milking machine was sucking away at Susan's nipples as she ground
her ass and crotch onto Clem's outstretched tongue.  "Lick my clit...tongue
my pussy," she begged.

   Just as Susan was approaching a climax, Clem stood and unzipped his
pants, freeing his stiff dick.  "Don't stop now, Clem.  Keep licking me!"
In an instant, Clem slid his dick deep into Susan's dripping snatch.  "Oh
God...that's not your tongue...Oh fuck me.  Fuck me hard!" Clem did as he
was told.  With deep strokes he fucked the horny cowgirl.  Susan was in
ecstasy now.  Her nipples were being worked over, like never before and a
large dick was plunging deep into her pussy.  Even the pressure of the
smooth wooden railing against her abdomen contributed to her excitement.

   With a shudder, Susan reached a violent climax.  Her pussy went into a
spasm and clamped onto Clem's dick.  The pressure was too much.  He shot
his load deep into the girl's waiting vagina.  Clem's knees buckled and the
older man slid to the straw covered floor.  He was near exhaustion and he
pitched forward, his face smacking onto Susan's cunt.  He reached up and
grasped her ass as her pulsing pussy squirted a mixture of his own cum and
her pussy juices onto his face.  Clem was too spent to do anything, except
collapse onto the floor in a clump.  

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