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Archive-name: Bestial/stavisit.txt
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Archive-author: Hossie
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Archive-title: Stable Visit
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I sure hate to think of a hot-blooded Arabian mare all frustrated,
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etc. Last winter a lesbian friend of mine invited me to visit the
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stable where she works. "Remember, Hossie, there *are* other people
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around there. Look, don't touch!"
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I sighed and promised to be good. I managed to maintain a neutral
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attitude as she showed me the various stalled horses ... until we got to
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one where there stood a mouse-gray Arabian filly. This girl looked me
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right in the eye, raised her tail, and squirted! "Uh, Bonnie, I think
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she's trying to tell me something." Bonnie looked at my hungry eyes
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and bulging crotch and sighed.
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"Okay, this stall's kind of in the corner. But don't do anything you
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can't stop in a hurry!"
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She opened the steel door and let me slip inside. "Sabbah" immediately
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reached over and began nuzzling me, lightly nipping my arms. I reached
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out and began massaging her withers. She turned her neck and pressed her
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head against my back, pulling me close to her shoulder. I redoubled my
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massage as she rubbed her muzzle up and down my spine. Her tail again
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lifted, and she shot a short squirt of mare juice out. I knew I couldn't
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take long in the stall, and Sabbah obviously didn't want to wait, either.
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I slid back to her rump and slipped my right hand under her tail.
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Her pussy was hot, slick, and dripping. After pushing a finger inside
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(which caused her tail to shoot straight up into the air) I pulled it
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back and sniffed. Yes! The faint, musky odor of mare-in-heat filled
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my nostrils. A quick glance around showed nothing handy to stand on.
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Besides, I'd never be able to stop something like that no matter how many
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others showed up. Bonnie was standing by the door, watching the aisle.
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I reached under Sabbah's flanks for a quick squeeze of her tiny nipples,
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then stepped behind her. She was tall enough that I only had to bend
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forward a bit to lick her well-lubed snatch. She wiggled her hips,
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careful not to move very far. I grabbed her hips with both hands and
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buried my face. Wow! Sabbah began winking, her clit flipping up from
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the bottom -- until I captured it between my lips and began sucking on it.
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She quivered, pressing back against me, then rocking forward on her feet.
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Breathing became an exercise in timing as she'd press backwards, burying
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my nose in her velvety slit, then go forwards again, freeing me to get
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another breath. (No way was I about to release that sweet, thumb-sized
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clit of hers -- even to breathe.) Finally, she shuddered and pushed me
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back against the wall, her orgasm expressed in grunts and whickers as her
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snatch spasmed about my face. As she relaxed, I licked her juices up,
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once again marveling at the tasty, pearlescent filly fluids.
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I became aware that Bonnie was frantically signaling me, so I quickly
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wiped my face with a handkerchief to remove the visual evidence, and
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stepped back up to Sabbah's shoulders.
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After the stable owner and his manager passed with no more than a glance,
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I left the stall. Bonnie looked at me, then at my crotch, then back
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at me. Silently, she led me to a feed room where she proceeded to unzip
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my jeans and give me a quick hand-job. "I supposed since Sabbah's in
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heat, I'll have to do this to the stallions, too," she murmured.
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I laughed. "I guess you'll hate it as much as this, right?" She grinned.
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"Hmm... I like my women, but after watching you, I guess I'll also have
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to visit Sabbah after the barn's closed this evening!"
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"Me, too!"
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