CHAPTER 3
James then took off the huge coat that he wore, knocked and handed the garment in.
He went back to his position and peeped into the shed to see what Emma would do. To his surprise, she threw her undergarments into the water vat and proceeded to wash them as well.
He ogled at her naked body shaking and bouncing as she went through the motions, his manhood aching as he watched. When she was done, she wrung the clothes as hard as she could then hung them to drip on the wall. She then slipped into the Baron’s coat and hastily stepped out.
“Thank you for being so kind,” she replied with a sweet smile.
James gulped inwardly at the knowledge that she was completely naked underneath his coatdespite that went way past her knees. He could see the delicate ankles and wondered what her toes looked like.
“I’ve walked all this way to see the Baron’s magnificent horses. I wonder if it’s alright to take a peek,” she remarked.
Before James could answer, there was some neighing and scuffling from inside. Emma walked towards the building slowly, entered then gave an audible sigh of delight. James immediately followed Emma into the stable.
She was staring at one of the mares who was tied to a post.
There were rope hobbles tied on the mare’s rear legs to prevent her from kicking and the tail pulled aside in a ribbon tied around its waist. Her coat was shiny and she was making nervous sounds as a stallion pranced around her in a circular motion.
“Oh, they’re going to mate!” Emma turned back to James who had stood behind her and whispered excitedly. “She must be in the heat. Look how she shifts her legs nervously.”
Her voice was filled with amazement that James transfixed at Emma.
“He knows she is fertile,” she gushed as the stallion attempted to approach the mare but she would deflect him.
“And how does a girl like you know so much about horses?” James asked probingly.
Emma never took her eyes off the animals as she replied.
“I used to help out a lot on the farm and they bred lots of animals from dogs to horses,” she stated in a matter-of-fact way that somehow aroused James more.
Then she turned her small pixie face to James, “But it’s the horses that I absolutely adore.”
“So, I take it, have you seen this before?” James pressed; his breath ragged at the thought of this young witnessing this primal act.
“Of course! I’d help Mammy sometimes… oh look!” she pointed out the stallion’s penis started to emerge from its sheath.
“Oh,” Emma clutched at James’s arm in utter excitement. “He likes her and is readying to plant his seed! Look at how magnificent his prod has become!”
For James it might have been that Emma placed her hand on his cock and not his arm. Her small clutch of anticipation at the stallion’s arousal proved to be his own.
The mare had just dropped her rump to the stable floor while the stallion pranced nearby. She raised her behind and the stallion started sniffing the hay then placed his nose on the mare’s sex. He then let out a loud whinny sound, bucked, then moved directly behind the female horse’s rump.
“This is so exciting!” Emma exclaimed as the horse’s penis flopped boldly as it attempted to mount and penetrate the mare.
“Oh, my God. DO you think he needs help?” she asked him innocently. James swallowed a hard gulp. “Why on earth would he?”
“At the farm, Mammy would hold down the stallion with tether and she let me push the stallion’s prod into the mare’s honeypot so they could connect,” she informed James whose breeches had become unbearable tight at the crotch as his hardness grew. “We only do that if the mare is skittish.”
James thought it was amusing how Emma termed the stallion’s penis as “prod” and the mare’s vagina as “honeypot.”
Emma watched with bated breath as the stallion attempted a few times to mount the female with no success. Emma almost ran out to “help” the mating horses if James didn’t restrain her by the shoulders. He kept his hands firmly there but resisted the urge to slide them down to feel the soft mounds of her tits.
The stallion reared then mounted the mare. This time the female horse stood still and rested her chest on a firm bar. Finally, the stallion’s long phallus was embedded in her rump. James watched as Emma clapped joyfully at the copulation, painfully aware that watching this act made him want to fuck Emma too.
The two retreated into the darker part of the stable as the stallion humped the mare, not to disturb the breeding horses. They sat on a bundle of hay and watched.
“Do you know that stallions can mate up to four times in a day!” Emma exclaimed as she unwittingly took James’ arm again in enthusiasm.
James nodded.
“Look at how receptive she is to him. It’s not always that a mare in heat would submit that quickly,” she remarked. “She looks like she is liking it. Or is he hurting her? He seems so huge…” Emma then caught herself, realizing that her choice of topic might be a bit inappropriate.
But then James was not about to let it go.
“No, he is not hurting her. In fact, she is willing even if it hurt.”
Emma looked wistfully at the man beside her and noticed his perfectly chiseled face, beautiful piercing eyes, aquiline nose and thin lips. She could smell his manliness, an authority that emanated from every word that spilled out of his mouth. She was spellbound.
“I always wondered what it felt like for a mare to be bred,” she said hypnotically.
James didn’t waste any time wondering if this was an invitation or an innocent statement.
He reached under the coat that Emma was wearing and glided his hands on the soft skin of her thighs. Emma was immobilized. His hand was warm and charged. Their eyes locked as his fingers found their mark between her thighs.
Her wide-eyed doe eyes looked at him helplessly as her pussy lips were parted open and his middle finger started to swipe at her slit.
Then it hit her. This was the feeling she had last night while looking at the statue of the naked woman. She felt the now-familiar gush of warm fluid from her pussy and the fire that was starting to grow inside her core.
Emma had never experienced being with a man before nor was she ever conscious that such a feeling of fire could exist. He propped the small of his back with his other hand and Emma gladly gave in and parted her legs instinctively wider.
As the finger rolled up and down, Emma felt a growing wetness emanate from her sex.
“Ahh,” she cried meekly as the finger flicked up, grazing through a very sensitive spot on the upper part of her private part. She was unschooled that James was now coaxing the sensitive nub of her clit out of her folds.
Her lips parted and Emma began to pant as James’s hand fondled her. He was quite impressed by her wetness and decided to push one finger in.
“Ooooh, it hurts,” Emma cried as it slipped in but the finger pressed on. Then James realized her pain then stopped.
“N-noo-, please, don’t stop. It only hurt a bit,” she said.
James then eased his finger further in, then slowly put it out. Emma was looking at him unabashedly, panting with her lips parted.
“Does this hurt?” James rasped as he sawed his fingers in and out faster.
“No, it feels good,” Emma replied. “But the stallion didn’t use fingers…” she breathed.