Date: Thu, 14 Dec 2006 01:00:17 +0900
From: Joseph Emmerton <josemton@gmail.com>
Subject: Beautiful Horses 3

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You know the drill, this is nasty, naughty, bad and oh-so-
fun so if your not meant to be enjoying yourself in such
an amazing way: leave now, it will only get harder once
you start reading! ;) Anyways, thanks again to everyone
who took the time to write to me and I hope you will
understand that I can't reply to all of you. Well,
without further ado: Beautiful Horses 3, enjoy!
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It hurt. An imaginary pain, conjured by my imagination to
punish me for my stupidity. It felt like I had been
stabbed. Kelly knew. I could hear her in the kitchen
talking with Pete, my breathing stopped unconsciously;
fuelling my brain's paranoid curiosity. '.might be all
gone by now, why did we leave it this late?'
'Shh, Kel; it will be fine, ill call him in a few hours,
he's never let us down before and if it's all gone I'm
sure he can find us another source.' My lungs caved in,
clawing for breath; they weren't talking about me. That
didn't stop it hurting; I wanted to melt into the floor,
to wake up in my bed, in my room, in the city. The pain
receded, leaving an unstable feeling of doubt. I sucked
off a horse! What am I? Why can't I ever just be normal?
I wasn't sad, I was angry; at my self. I deserved Kelly's
hate, in ten seconds I would be through that curtain and
getting what I deserved.

'Hey Liam.'
'G'day Liam.' I hadn't expected this, the pause which
followed Pete's last words was long, my brain struggling
to find a sentence not dripping with guilt and self
loathing.
'Uh. Hi.' The subsequent pause in Pete and Kelly's speech
caused a dam to break in my head, letting in a flow of
mentally uttered words.
"Heknowsheknowsheknowsheknowsheknows!" At last Pete spoke
again:
'Well, ill be off, Kel will explain the situation; dire
as it is.' The wording of his sentence caused the flow of
doubt to increase, I felt so tense I would never be able
to move again. Pete walked out and a knowing but at the
same time cheeky grin spread across Kel's face. He didn't
know.
'So, ahem, Liam. How are you today?' The fact she wasn't
already judging me loosened me up a little.
'I, ah, I'm good Kel yeah.' She stood up and began
walking towards the door.
'Oh joy, come along then.'
'What about breakfast?' She gave me a light slap on the
ass.
'It's waiting for you at the chorale.' I somewhat
reluctantly followed.

Simon was at the chorale. Why did I not see this coming?
I was going to spend the rest of my summer as the sex
slave of a 32 year old woman and a two year old stallion.
I was suddenly, violently, homesick; everything suddenly
felt alien and hostile, I felt the desperate need for
someone or someplace familiar. It was like an incredibly
bad drug trip, what was once fun and enjoyable became my
worst nightmare. While the world was spinning around me I
kept walking until I stumbled up against the rail of the
chorale and fell in a heap. The world came back into
focus, seemed real; the dirt was cold and wet. Simon's
head appeared next to me, his gaze conveying more than
any person could with an hour of conversation, so
comforting and at the same time so wrong. I gently pushed
him away and refused his glance, the message was clear;
'it's over.' Simon, our love, what we had done for each
other; that was the drug, I had been on a high the past
two days, I had a hard time coming down and now I was
sober. Simon made a quiet, distressed sound and tried
once more to gain eye contact. This time his gaze looked
hurt, afraid. I felt like an addict who's almost back on
track, eyeing the substance of his undoing. Only Simon
was not a substance, and a substance doesn't have
feelings. What I would give to be a druggie. I broke
down.

'Hey, what's wrong?' My crying was comparatively
controlled; just tears and a bitten lip. Deny it, it
never happened, it never will, you're sick, you can get
through this, stop crying, you don't have emotions, it
will never stop hurting, you want him, he's upset, you
love him, you need him. I would have killed to make the
voices stop.
'I can't do it!' Another dam broke, but this one was
larger, deeper and stronger. I broke out into full on
bawling my eyes out. It will never stop hurting.
'Do what? Love Simon?'
'YES! I can't it's not right!' A side of Kel I never knew
existed surfaced, like oil rising to the top of a puddle,
her lips tightened and her eyes narrowed; she was pissed.
'Now you listen here mister, I'm sympathetic to your
fragile state and all but that is MY horse! He has
feelings too you know, you might have thought it was fun
fucking around, getting cheap thrills. But he doesn't.
Look what you do to him! He's heartbroken! Horses may be
less discriminating than humans when they decide who to
give their love to, but once it's given; it's given! You
can't earn a horse's love and then just turn away; say
that it's wrong. Whether he's a horse or not that's
called USING, only assholes use people, and as far as I'm
concerned only assholes use horses!' I silently imploded
what she was saying made me feel worse and worse but at
the same time I felt ashamed for so many different
reasons that I froze, I stopped crying, the tension
didn't go away but the crying stopped. I stayed like this
for five minutes before I said anything. 'I'm so sorry
Kelly, I do love Simon, I mean I did love Simon, but
something changed in me and I can't stop thinking about
what most people would say, I.'
'Most people? Most people can get fucked! Most people
believe Jesus is coming back in their lifetime; most
people wouldn't take the time to help you if you were
mugged and beaten on the street, most people will say
almost any given action or relationship "isn't right" and
most importantly most people don't matter! Life is too
short and too painful already to start worrying about
what most people will think, all you get in this life is
what you make of it, and if you can make happiness and
love by being with Simon; then that's the right thing to
do!'

I had spent most of the morning wrestling with my own
emotions, trying to let myself love Simon. What I ended
up with in the pit of my stomach wasn't exactly a
spotless, guilt-free agreement to be happy, but Simon
didn't force me to get involved and if his happiness
meant I had to go through self-inflicted guilt and shame,
then that's what I would do. I spent the rest of the day
comforting Simon and learnt a lot more about horses in
the process. Simon was hesitant the whole day, as if he
didn't want to commit himself in case it didn't last long
and I turned him away again. It was deepening and
fascinating to see just how similar horses and humans
really are. While I was making it up to Simon, Kelly was
telling me all about him. 'He's a Morgan, only offspring
Jessie ever mothered, won't let the boys near her these
days, tough girl like her. Speaking of which, you should
fast track your relationship with Simon by getting in her
good books, because she is very protective of him and she
isn't half as docile as he is. He's two years old, as I
think I shouted in your general direction last night, not
at breeding age yet, I was planning on waiting 'till he
was at least three before I let him have a go at getting
him some babies. His gear is obviously working though;
judging from the size of the puddle of cum I found still
trying to seep into the ground this morning. Don't think
ill breed him at all now, jealous young man like you will
be wanting all that action to yourself I assume.' I was
only half listening, I had been with Simon long enough
today to climb back up to that high and so I was now
becoming more and more interested in another cum bath.
'.realize what you're signing on for getting involved
with a horse, specially a male one, poor Simon here's
only half grown, only half if you measure in total
physical maturity.' That caught my attention.
'So, Simon could get. Bigger?' I asked, not even trying
to hide my lust for an even bigger cock. 'Sure could city
boy, hope you can handle all that meat.' I was back at
the top now, to get higher than this I'd have to get down
on my knees. Any concern I would have normally felt over
discussing such a sensitive topic so openly dissolved
into pure cock lust. 'How long 'till he's, you know,
fully grown?'
'Well about two years from now he will be mature but he
will keep growing another two years after that.' I was
still only half-focused on the conversation, my mouth was
watering and it was all I could do to stop myself
drooling, let alone conceal my seven inches of now rock-
hard dick. 'Liam, forgive me saying, but your mouth is
looking like it could do with a foot or so of cock down
it.' I was too horny to deny it.
'Oh god yes.'
'Well, I think it should be given just that, poor Simon
looks like he'll shoot any minute.' I turned and looked
at Simon's cock, which was indeed semi-hard and leaking
precum. That was it, I had made eye contact, all other
thoughts were lost until it was just me and Simon's cock.

I had scooted underneath him easily and now I was
performing my ritual of rubbing his swelling head around
my mouth and over my cheeks until my primal urges took
over and I felt compelled to devour this huge cock and
swallow its seed. I took the head into my mouth and began
moving over a few inches of shaft, savouring the unique
texture of a horse's cock. This went on and on, Simon's
head brushing against the entrance to my throat as I
played with his dick using my tongue, I wanted this cock
to be a part of me. I wasn't just sucking Simon's cock; I
was worshiping it, every moment was pure bliss, I was
thanking his cock, praising it for dulling the deepest
hunger I have harboured for the longest time; the hunger
for a horse's cock. Even now, as the fleshy tool grew
until my lips were sore, I hungered after it I wanted to
become it, to swallow it whole and even that wouldn't be
enough to satisfy my carnal lust for Simon's beautiful
deity of a cock. I was dwelling on the hunger so much I
barely noticed the cock slide easily into my throat and
down until it could go no further, I was in to the
sheath, I was breathing normally and loving every second
of it, I let out the deepest moan of pleasure as my own
cock thrashed in my pants, unleashing what felt like
gallons of cum into my clothing. It wasn't over yet, I
started sliding backwards and forwards over Simon's cock,
giving him a proper deepthroat, he grunted which sent
vibrations along his shaft and into my body, for now at
least, we were one. My hunger for cock satisfied, a new
hunger arose, a hunger for horse cum, I wanted every inch
of my body drenched in Simon's gargantuan load of cum. I
slid the cock from my mouth entirely and began to kiss
his head, inserting my tongue into his large piss slit.
That did it, I was rewarded with a powerful blast of cum
which flew over my tongue and into my mouth, I laughed;
like a child having fun with a hose I thoroughly enjoyed
my cum shower, laughing compulsively and moaning in the
deepest erotic pleasure a person can feel. I was,
literally, drenched; only one shot of cum had been
swallowed, the rest was plastering my shirt to my body,
wetting my hair, slicking my face, my arms, dampening my
jeans and mixing with my own cum. I was in heaven, no,
better; I was into bestiality and in love with a
beautiful horse who I would not trade for anything in the
world. I laughed again; I am a beast lover! Just the
freedom of saying it, acknowledging it, caused an intense
euphoria to flood my senses until they were overloaded
and the only method of release was laughter. All guilt,
all pain; any doubts I had about my love for Simon were
rinsed away in a torrent of his cum. I had stopped
hurting, I was free.

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I hope that was to your liking! I'm slightly offended by
MS Word trying to change the who in:  "love with a
beautiful horse who I would not trade." To a that, but,
malicious spell check or not, this was fun to write! Send
ANY thoughts you have on the story to josemton@gmail.com

Until Next Time!

-Jose
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