Chapter 10

"Well, I was born in the Midwest," said Gwen, tossing back her long blonde hair. 'On a farm, in fact. We weren't poor, but we weren't overly prosperous either. We lived way out in the country, and my friends were all miles away, so I found it hard to see them outside of school. I started out in a real little one-room school-house, by the way, believe it or not. That was until Grade Four-then I got transferred to a bigger school further away. I used to have to get the bus at 6:30 in the morning, I remember. In the morning, I remember. In the winter, it would still be dark, and absolutely freezing!"

"Anyway, since I lived so far out in the wilds, I guess I got to be pretty solitary. We had cows and horses and chickens, and I suppose animals were my best friends for a long time. In fact-" she broke off with a mischievous giggle.

"What?" queried Henri curiously.

"Oh, nothing ... it's not very ... nice ... "

"That's okay, tell me anyway," Lageule was suddenly very anxious to hear the tale.

"I couldn't. I'm too shy-kinda embarrassing ... I mean, you may think I'm abnormal or something-and, after all, you're a cop."

"Look," said Lageule, "please forget I'm a cop. I've forgotten it myself," he added convincingly.

"Well, look, I have a suggestion. Do you want a smoke?"

"Sure ... " said Henri, a little puzzled, as he reached for the cigarettes in his jacket pocket.

"No," said Gwen dimpling. "That's not the kind of smoking I meant."

"Oh, yeah. Sure." He was in it now, and he might as well enjoy it fully.

Gwen crossed to the bookcase. "You won't inform, I trust," she said with a little laugh as she got down the hollowed-out book. Henri Lageule shook his head, but also smiled. Parsons had almost found it last night-if only he'd looked harder ... that dumb Parsons!

In a moment she had extracted a joint from the hiding-place. She sat beside him, her naked skin sending shivers all through him at the contact. She lit the homemade cigarette and took a deep drag.

"Hold the smoke in as long as you can," she instructed, holding her breath, as she passed it to him.

It smelled pungent, but it didn't taste too strong-he took a deep drag and held it in as he'd been told. Then he passed the cigarette back. He really felt at ease now, there was something very warm and friendly about sharing it this way.

Then each had several more drags and then the joint was finished. Henri Lageule became aware of the music suddenly; his ears could hear the two speakers of the stereo very distinctly, and it was exciting. He got up to turn the record over.

It was rather strange walking-he felt almost dizzy, and it seemed a long way to the other side of the room. And yet it wasn't an uncomfortable feeling: it was rather amusing in fact. He heard himself giggle as he looked down at the complicated stereo, wondering if he could managed to get the record properly turned.

There was an answering giggle from Gwen.

Lageule giggled to hear her giggle for no reason.

He came back and sat down, beside her so that their naked flesh touched. The feel of her skin was incredibly stimulating and beautiful; but he also had a relaxed feeling that he had all night, he could stay here all night if he chose, and so there was no urgent hurry. He could enjoy the sexual contact to the full, savor every lingering minute.

"Go on," he said.

"Go on with what?"

They looked at one another and giggled a little.

"Your story-the farm," Lageule explained.

"Oh. Yes. The farm ... "

"Well, I was about twelve, I guess, and I was a real tomboy. I was also horse-crazy-lots of girls are at that age. I used to wear boy's blue-jeans all the time, and I'd swagger around pretending I was a cowboy. Since we owned horses I could ride all the time-I used to come home from school every day and go for a long ride in the woods. I'd pretend to ambush people, and other times to rescue people-you know, all those games kids play.

"We had a stallion named Bucko, and he was my favorite. I had my own little pony, Pie-Face, but I sort of felt I'd outgrown him by then ... and I used to ride Bucko whenever I was allowed. Bucko was pretty fierce-there were lots of people that wouldn't go near him, including my mother-but for some reason I had a knack with him, and could do anything I wanted. I could even sit in his stall and play under his feet. "Well, you can probably guess what happened-now I was sitting in his stall one day, I was doing my homework, and I liked to have his company ... and then I happened to look up. His belly was on top of me ... "

Gwen paused to light a cigarette, and her blue eyes winked at Henri Lageule mischievously. The policeman felt his cock stiffen at the mere thought of what she would say next. The hot fluids were mounting in his tingling balls, and he shifted in his seat., "Go on," he urged.

Gwen grinned. "Well," she said, dimpling, "you can guess what I saw."

"It was huge and red, sticking out about a foot from between his hind legs. At first I was merely bewildered ... I hadn't seen anything like that before, or if I had, I hadn't paid any attention. But, somehow, this time it was different ... I was fascinated. I stared at that big red thing, and it took me a minute to realize that it was his penis-that Bucko had a penis just like Daddy and my brothers.

"But, of course, it wasn't 'jut like'-it was quite different, in fact! It was so huge! I stared at it, and it was throbbing and twitching all over, and for some reason the sight really fascinated me. All of a sudden I felt a funny itchiness in my cunt, and my pussy was all wet ... and then, of course, I knew what was happening. I had played with myself enough to recognize the symptoms.

"And suddenly, along with my own hunger, along with that itchy longing in my box, I had an irresistible urge to touch his prick. I knew I shouldn't and I was a little afraid of what he might do, but the urge to put out my hand was just too strong. So I did: I reached up and tentatively touched that big red swollen thing.

"It felt soft and wet-and yet, of course, very hard underneath the skin. I was impressed with how strong, how firm, it must be. I sort of pushed against it with my fingers. It bounced back. Bucko meanwhile was standing very still, but his ears were forward: he was contented.

"Then I sort of stood up and began stroking his rod up and down; and he began to emit a low sort of whinny. I was utterly fascinated by the way the horse's prick was so huge and firm between my fingers-and it seemed to get bigger and bigger whenever I touched it! Meanwhile, the sight of that colossal ram was making my own cunt very hot and juicy; I could feel my fluids beginning to trickle down my leg. My pussy felt like a big, gaping, empty hole-and I desperately wanted something inside it!

"I knew my father was off in the lower pasture and both my brothers had football practice after school; since there was no danger of my mother ever coming to Bucko's stall, since she was scared of him, I had complete privacy.

"And so I stripped naked.

"I stood there in the stall, trembling with excitement, as the stallion nuzzled and lapped me all over. That just made me hotter. I reached down and stuck my fingers into my cunt, twisting them around while I ground myself down on them, as I'd done so often before ... bust somehow, this time, my fingers weren't satisfactory-I wanted that huge horse's cock inside of me. I wanted it desperately enough to endure any amount of pain or discomfort."

She broke off, butting out her cigarette in the ashtray. Her long hair fell against Henri Lageule's naked thigh as she leaned forward. He was almost panting with eagerness now, his balls were on fire, his penis huge and straining, sticking up in the air from between his legs as he sat in his chair.

"Go on," he said urgently, for he had to hear the rest.

"Well, I climbed up on his back-I'd often done that, so it didn't surprise him. It felt good to spread my legs across his withers: I could slide back and forth on his back, and the friction eased my cunt-hunger somewhat ... but it still wasn't enough! So, finally, I slid off him and got a harness from the tack-room-not a saddle, but a wagon-harness, sort of just a girth. I put it around him: it was like a strap that went all around his belly. I left it a bit loose.

"His eyes rolled a little, and his ear started to go back, so I quickly reached out and stroked his mammoth dick again. That quieted him down immediately, and I was able to quickly slip my body through the strap. I held on, and slid myself down, until I was hanging onto his belly, with the strap holding me to him.

"And then I really got excited. I saw that great pulsing penis up close, and it looked so huge I could hardly wait to get it inside me-my own hunger, that craving in my juicy, boiling cunt, seemed to grow in proportion to the size of the organ confronting it.

"I spread my knees, and took hold of the horse's dong with one hand; then, very slowly and carefully, I slipped it into my waiting hole.

"It took a few pushes to get it all the way in-that cock of his must have been a foot long! But, oh, once it was in!"

Gwen was squirming on the edge of the chair now, as the memory fired her nerve-impulses. She could feel the hot fluids rushing to her pussy, she was conscious of the quivering, erect knob of her twat.

"Go on, finish!" said Henri, his voice hoarse with urgency and desire. He, too, was shifting in his seat, rubbing his cock surreptitiously against the side of his chair. He was going to burst, to explode-but he had to hear the end of the story!

"Anyway, I finally got the whole throbbing length of it inside me-somehow or other my youthful cunt must have stretched to accommodate it ... Bucko gave another contented whinny, and began to plunge and thrust, flinging me about wildly on that tremendous spear. It was incredible! I could feel the waves of ecstasy building up in my box, and I couldn't get enough of that wonderful, gigantic rod! He began to push harder and harder, every shove going deeper into me, while my knees gripped him, and my cuntmuscles sucked in all he had to give.

"And then in a moment he was twitching and shuddering all over; I felt his cock stiffen for the last time, suspended a moment in my hot pussy-and then he burst, he spilt, he exploded. It was unbelievable, the waterfall of sperm he shot into me-there must have been gallons of it. But I love it, all that hot come seemed to detonate my own climax, and in another instant I was clutching him, and screaming and sobbing in my own frenetic orgasm.

"It was the most splendid, sensational fuck of my whole life-time!"