CHAPTER 4
“Mares are sturdier than women, Emma. People, we enjoy…” James didn’t bother to finish what he said and changed the pace of his fingering, slowly making scissoring motions inside Emma’s pussy..
“Mares don’t get to experience this pleasure,” he breathed, then Emma shyly looked into his piercing eyes.
He delved his fingers deeper and she almost lost her breath, eyes half-closed and mouth parted open, panting at the strangely addicting sensations that his ministrations were eliciting from her sex. James started unbuttoning the front of the coat then pushed aside the fabric, revealing her full, young tits.
“Animals, they mate to breed, Emma,” he rasped. “After this, you will yearn for the touch, you will seek the gratification of the needs of your body you will thirst to be fulfilled.”
The Baron then let go of Emma’s back and laidon the bolt of hay. She stared at the ceiling, delirious with feverish lust. She felt him withdraw his hands and then she gasped with surprise at the unusual friction she felt in her pussy. Emma looked between her legs and saw that James’ head was between her thighs, and his mouth was on her sex.
“OHHHH,” she moaned as her legs splayed wider, pushing her pelvis towards the lips that were sucking her sex, then pulling at the sensitive nub at the top of her clit. Her juices flowed then James moved up, trailing bites on the sensitive skin of her flat belly then up to the mound of her breast.
While suckling at her tit, he rubbed her clitoris in a rhythmic pace. Emma’s heart beat faster that her eyes flew wide open in a panic and her body started to flinch. She felt a lump in her throat and her body tensed. She then attempted to escape the hold James had on her. But he held her down firmly, strumming her sex.
“Let it go, Emma. It’s alright,” he whispered soothingly and he saw her body relax while she whimpered softly.
Her pelvis rose to meet his hand and she looked imploringly at James.
“Yes, Emma. Feel that growing need in you,” he twanged at her pussy. Then he pressed her clit and she mewed as a bolt of pleasure shot through her.
Emma held her breath as she felt her belly quiver involuntarily. He held her innocent gaze as the waves of sensation overtook her.
As the mare whinnied, Emma moaned as she experienced a wracking convulsion between her legs. It was heady and strong, a relief that was compounded by an intense feeling of satisfaction. James took her to her climax, prolonging it by expertly manipulating her buttons.
Soon, her body went limp and the sensations subsided, leaving her with a warm trickle of wetness from her snatch.
James saw that she was ready and lifted Emma. He propped her onto a post, her breasts hanging and legs spread apart. He quickly unbuckled his breeches and set his hard and erect cock free.
He lifted the coattails revealing the globes of her fleshy rump. The Baron pulled her legs slightly apart and pushed her back down. Emma clung to the post when she felt something warm touch the soft flesh between her thighs.
Then James pushed, stretching Emma’s virgin pussy lips and easing his cock into her.
Emma whimpered as he entered her, willingly pushing back, just as she had seen the mare earlier. The feeling of the cock in her was exquisite, eliciting primal moans and making her feel like she was standing on a dangerous precipice that she wanted to drop from.
As James pushed into Emma for the first time, he was amazed by her tightness. When he felt the small barrier, he then knew that she was a virgin.
It incensed him for a moment because she had acted so flirtatiously but, at this point, he could not be stopped from consummating his act. He was almost in the throes of orgasm.
The stallion and mare were now doing their second round of copulating as both James and Emma sought their peaks. The horses’ neighing sounds masked the moans and groans of James and Emma while they fucked.
When the rush of heat from James’s ejaculation filled the depths of Emma’s pussy, she released her first orgasm from copulation, a spiraling sensation of warmth and satisfaction so unlike what she had experienced in the balcony and earlier on the bale of hay, a throbbing of her femininity that twitched on the pulsing rod inside her.
James leaned forward and felt through his coat and massages Emma’s breast, managing to squeeze a few waves of post-orgasmic delight from the wench before her vagina spat out his spent cock. All of a sudden, Emma realized what had transpired. She quickly stood up, pushed a surprised James and ran off.