Archive-name: Bestial/stavisit.txt Archive-author: Hossie Archive-title: Stable Visit I sure hate to think of a hot-blooded Arabian mare all frustrated, etc. Last winter a lesbian friend of mine invited me to visit the stable where she works. "Remember, Hossie, there *are* other people around there. Look, don't touch!" I sighed and promised to be good. I managed to maintain a neutral attitude as she showed me the various stalled horses ... until we got to one where there stood a mouse-gray Arabian filly. This girl looked me right in the eye, raised her tail, and squirted! "Uh, Bonnie, I think she's trying to tell me something." Bonnie looked at my hungry eyes and bulging crotch and sighed. "Okay, this stall's kind of in the corner. But don't do anything you can't stop in a hurry!" She opened the steel door and let me slip inside. "Sabbah" immediately reached over and began nuzzling me, lightly nipping my arms. I reached out and began massaging her withers. She turned her neck and pressed her head against my back, pulling me close to her shoulder. I redoubled my massage as she rubbed her muzzle up and down my spine. Her tail again lifted, and she shot a short squirt of mare juice out. I knew I couldn't take long in the stall, and Sabbah obviously didn't want to wait, either. I slid back to her rump and slipped my right hand under her tail. Her pussy was hot, slick, and dripping. After pushing a finger inside (which caused her tail to shoot straight up into the air) I pulled it back and sniffed. Yes! The faint, musky odor of mare-in-heat filled my nostrils. A quick glance around showed nothing handy to stand on. Besides, I'd never be able to stop something like that no matter how many others showed up. Bonnie was standing by the door, watching the aisle. I reached under Sabbah's flanks for a quick squeeze of her tiny nipples, then stepped behind her. She was tall enough that I only had to bend forward a bit to lick her well-lubed snatch. She wiggled her hips, careful not to move very far. I grabbed her hips with both hands and buried my face. Wow! Sabbah began winking, her clit flipping up from the bottom -- until I captured it between my lips and began sucking on it. She quivered, pressing back against me, then rocking forward on her feet. Breathing became an exercise in timing as she'd press backwards, burying my nose in her velvety slit, then go forwards again, freeing me to get another breath. (No way was I about to release that sweet, thumb-sized clit of hers -- even to breathe.) Finally, she shuddered and pushed me back against the wall, her orgasm expressed in grunts and whickers as her snatch spasmed about my face. As she relaxed, I licked her juices up, once again marveling at the tasty, pearlescent filly fluids. I became aware that Bonnie was frantically signaling me, so I quickly wiped my face with a handkerchief to remove the visual evidence, and stepped back up to Sabbah's shoulders. After the stable owner and his manager passed with no more than a glance, I left the stall. Bonnie looked at me, then at my crotch, then back at me. Silently, she led me to a feed room where she proceeded to unzip my jeans and give me a quick hand-job. "I supposed since Sabbah's in heat, I'll have to do this to the stallions, too," she murmured. I laughed. "I guess you'll hate it as much as this, right?" She grinned. "Hmm... I like my women, but after watching you, I guess I'll also have to visit Sabbah after the barn's closed this evening!" "Me, too!" --