Chapter 2
"You have to be careful when you're cleaning his stall, Debbie. Studs are always unpredictable and very dangerous." George was giving his foster daughter some timely advice as the black stud in the stall suddenly reared up on its hind legs. George had been handling horses for a long time. He and his wife, Alice, had been horse traders now for almost eight years. The stall Debbie was cleaning was "Negros Oro." That was the name George had given his black Arabian stallion. "Blackie" as George had nicknamed him, was only playing with the girl, but the frightened child ran to the man and threw her arms around him for protection. George held the girl for a moment, enjoying the feel of her breasts pressing into his side.
"Don't worry, Debbie. He's only putting you on. The big phony loves to show off." Taking the girl by the hand the man led her back to the prancing stud. George held out his hand to the horse and the animal dropped to all fours and walked over to him. "Blackie" nuzzled his master's hand, searching for a treat. Not to disappoint the horse, George reached into his pocket and took out a small carrot and gave it to the stud.
"Gee, you really know how to handle horses, George." The girl's big green eyes were filled with admiration.
The man tousled the girl's red hair, "Go on, you say that to all the fellows," George teased. "We're going to breed Blackie and the gray mare later today. like to watch?"
"Can I, George?" the girl asked enthusiastically.
"If you're going to be part of this horse ranch," the man answered, "you got to know everything there is about horses. I guess the most important thing to know is how we go about making new horses."
The young girl nodded her head in agreement. George patted the child lightly on the buttocks as he pushed her out the stall door. "You finish the rest of these box stalls and then after you exercise a few of the horses. I'll get the mare and you can help me with the breeding." George closed the sliding door of the box stall and headed back toward the house. "I'll call you when I'm ready," he shouted over his shoulder.
Debbie watched as her foster dad walked away, then she looked again at the black horse in the stall. She was fascinated by the enormous shaft on the horse. She remembered the first day on the ranch. She had been stunned when she saw a horse pee for the first time. It was a gelding. She smiled when she recalled how dumb she must have appeared when she asked what a gelding was. Alice seemed a little bit at a loss for a moment, but George was right there with the answer.
"A gelding," George started, "is a male horse that has had its testicles removed so that he cannot be used for breeding."
Debbie nodded her head as if she understood, and no one pursued the subject. When she was alone, she watched the gelding. His gigantic prick would extend to almost touching the ground before he started peeing. She wondered if a man's thing got bigger when he peed, the same way a horse's did. She wondered if...George's...did.
The bay filly was almost finished when George called Debbie. The girl was doing an extra good job of grooming the colt to impress George. Debbie made sure the horse was securely tied then she ran to join her dad. When the girl reached the breeding area, the stallion had already been tied to a strong post, and George was leading the gray mare into the breeding chute.
"You go ahead and wash his sheath, while I get the hobbles for the mare," George told Debbie as he headed to the tack room to get the equipment needed. The surprised girl looked at the shiny black stud and the wash bucket alongside the animal. She didn't know what a sheath was, but she figured it must have been his "thing." The girl didn't know how to get the horse's sheath to come out of its skin, but she went ahead and dipped the sponge into the water. When the horse saw her dip the sponge, he knew what he was supposed to do. His enormous prick began descending.
The girl looked back to see if George was on his way yet, but evidently he was having trouble locating the hobbles. The gray mare nickered to the stud. The girl stared fascinated as a bead of moisture started forming on the giant cock. Cautiously, she applied the wet sponge to the pulsating organ. When the horse didn't react to the sponge, the girl began cleaning the swelling shaft. She ran the sponge up and down the enormous prick, letting her fingers brush against the hot tight skin. The girl's cunt twitched at feeling a cock for the first time. Debbie dropped the wet sponge back into the pail. As she bent over to squeeze it, she was aware her own cunt was dripping. She would just the, she thought, if it showed through her jeans! What would George think if he saw how her cunt was running, just from washing a horse's prick. The horse's gigantic organ bounced against his muscular belly. The girl stared, fascinated by the pulsating shaft. Hypnotized, the young child reached out and circled the organ with her hand. She was amazed at how hard the prick felt.
"Almost done, Debbie?"
Debbie jerked her hand away from the hot cock and looked up to see George standing at her side. "I think so," the girl answered, quickly.
"Well, from the way ole Betsy is talking to him, we better get him over there before the mare rapes him."
George tied the mare's legs together with the hobbles so that she wouldn't kick his valuable stallion. He then led the black, prancing stud over to her. Debbie stood to the side and watched as George held the horse alongside the mare. The man held the horse there just long enough to "tease" the mare until she was ready. The frantic female horse squirted urine out of her twitching cunt to show the stallion how hot she was. The stud's enormous prick seemed to grow longer and longer till the girl thought it must be at least two feet long!
Soon, the stud was standing on his back legs. He leaped on the mare's back, his huge prick thrusting madly to get at the sopping wet hole. George expertly stepped alongside the big horse, reached over and grabbed the squirting prick with his hand. He aimed it at the mare's cunt, and the organ slipped easily into its target. George stepped aside so that Debbie could watch the horse's cock slipping in and out of the mare's cunt. He smiled to himself as he could almost feel the girl's body reacting to the thrust of the gigantic shaft. He glanced quickly to watch her reaction to the mating, and he was not disappointed. She was watching with wide-eyed, open-mouthed fascination. Then it was over. The big horse came quickly. George pulled the stud off the mare and handed the lead line to the girl.
"Wash him off again, Debbie. I've got to walk this mare before she pees the whole works out." George unhobbled the horse and rapidly ran her down to the barn. Debbie watched him disappear, then enthusiastically returned to her task.
She got the wet sponge and began to wash the giant cock. She grabbed the organ with her bare hand to feel its fantastic hardness once more, but the organ was now softening and returning to its natural state. The girl stroked the prick a few times just to feel what it was like to have a cock in her' hand. She ran her fingers over the heart-shaped head. "So this is what fucking is all about." Debbie ran her hand back to the obliging stud's balls. The stallion just stood there, too tired from screwing the mare to even notice the inquisitive girl's exploring fingers. The girl pulled her hand away as the stud's cock slipped back into his sheath. Debbie knew she had to get back to the house and her room. She could feel her pants were soaked, and she wanted to play with her pussy in the worst way.