Covered by a Stallion

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Author’s Note: Contrary to rumors being promulgated by erectile dysfunction advertisements so common on television, there exists a significant percentage of the over-50 male population can still get a raging erection without chemical assistance. A lesser but not insignificant number are also hung like horses. This story, although pure fiction, is dedicated to all of the “old guys” out there who can still “tear it up.”

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Jake Hughes, the owner of Blue Sky Horse Farm, sat at his kitchen table sipping coffee as he stared out the window at what could only be described as a gloomy Saturday morning. Overnight rains had left the farm drenched and a heavy fog had set in, obscuring his view of the mountains that encircled the pastures where his horses grazed. The house was quiet and dark and it was times like this that he was most lonely.

At age 52, Jake was a widower. He had lost Ramona, his wife of 17 years, in an automobile accident just over a year ago. The only thing had had preserved his sanity was that his step-daughter Steph, a high-spirited 19 year-old was still living in the house.

Both Jake and Steph were devastated by the loss of Ramona, and both grieved mightily, yet as time passed, they gathered themselves and began to move on.

Naturally, moving on was easier for Steph than Jake…A high school senior, her life lay ahead of her and she was attacking it with a vengeance. She had plans for college and although she missed her mom, she filled each day with a stunning variety of social and school activities. It seemed to Jake that she was always arriving or departing and never really home very much.

Jake, on the other hand, was not fairing as well and it was mornings like this that he missed Ramona the most. Had she still been with him, they would most likely still be in bed and most likely Jake would be mounting Ramona’s upturned ass for their second fuck of the morning.

As corny as it sounds, Ramona and Jake met in the local grocery in the small town where they both lived. She was a successful trial attorney, dressed in a dark suit, stockings and heels, and he was in dirty jeans, muddy boots and an old shirt. His scarred hand brushed her neatly manicured one as they both reached for a can of black beans in the canned goods aisle and the connection was instant.

They had a couple of formal “dates” and then easily drifted into a comfortable relationship…About three weeks into the relationship, Jake took Ramona into his bedroom and it was there she discovered that her horse farmer boyfriend was a stallion in his own right. Jake would never forget Ramona’s gasp of surprise and the wide-eyed look on her face when she first reached under the sheets and grasped the nine inches of thick, erect penis laying on his belly.

“Oh my!” she whispered as she pulled back the sheet. “You’re a big boy!”

From that point on, sex was a constant in their life and Jake never tired of Ramona’s gasps of, “Oh please go easy baby! You’re so damned big!” as he pistoned his penis into her wide-stretched pussy.

Steph, two years old at the time, soon became part of his daily life as well and Ramona and Jake’s wedding followed quickly. The three of them settled into a quiet lifestyle and lived happily for the next 17 years until the day the deputy drove into the drive with the news of Ramona’s accident.

Unbeknown to Jake, Ramona had taken out a large insurance package which left him set for life and provided for both Steph’s undergraduate college education and graduate school should that be her choice. He was free to run his horse farm without financial concerns and both he and Steph were provided for, but he was a very lonely man.

He had made a couple of attempts to date, but it was much more difficult at age 52 than at 35 when he and Ramona had dated. The number of available women was much smaller now and he discovered that when you’re a guy in your 50’s, younger women don’t even see you…You’re completely invisible to any woman under the age of 45.

Additionally, he discovered that with age comes “issues” and between his issues and the collective issues of the older women who were available, a match was not in the making. After a few attempts, he gave up, rationalizing that he had experienced the one true love in his life and there was nothing left out there for him.

As Jake sipped his coffee and thought of Saturday mornings with Ramona, he shifted in his chair and rearranged his half-erect penis in his jeans. He had not had sex since the day of Ramona’s death, resorting to the Internet, personal lubricant, and his right hand to relieve his frustrations and loneliness. Hours alone with only thoughts of Ramona squirming under him led to many nights of frustration followed by limited masturbation-induced relief.

After their marriage, Jake and Ramona had built a three bedroom house with the master suite on one end of the house and two smaller bedrooms and a connecting bath on the other. Steph had used one of the smaller bedrooms from the beginning, and when she güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri started having friends over, Ramona just told her to “expand her domain” to both smaller bedrooms and the connecting bath. This, in effect, turned the Hughes’ household into a small dormitory for young females. That had continued even after Ramona’s death and this Saturday was no different than others.

There was a racket in the back of the house and Jake grinned as he heard feminine laughter and scurrying about coming from the vicinity of Steph’s bedrooms. As was usual for a weekend, several of Steph’s friends had spent the night at the house. Soon, the house was filled with the sound of the shower running, blow dryers whining, and girls giggling as they prepared for whatever the day would bring.

Jake busied himself with starting the day as well…Checking his email, making a couple of phone calls to arrange feed deliveries for the horses, and generally waiting for the weather to clear a little. Suddenly, the noise that had been contained in Steph’s bedroom became significantly louder as four young women burst into the kitchen.

“Mornin’ girls!” Jake grinned as Steph, Ann, Joy, and Amanda tumbled into the room, not unlike a small litter of puppies.

“Hey Dad,” Steph replied as she wrapped him in a hug and kissed his cheek. The other girls all greeted him similarly, giving him a hug and kiss as well. He reveled in the sensation as their firm young bodies pressed against his and their arms went around his neck.

The girls had grown up together and he had known them since Steph’s preschool years, so hugs were part of the routine for all of the girls. Typical of the custom in the area, they called him by his first name, reserving “Mr.” and Ms.” for teachers, employers and the like.

“Want some breakfast?” Jake asked, knowing the answer.

“Naah,” Steph replied, “We’re going down to the mall and will stop on the way and get something.”

“How long you goin’ to be gone” he asked.

“Probably most of the day,” Steph replied. “We’re going to see a movie while we’re there.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Okay then, we’re on our way!” Steph said as she bent to kiss his cheek one more time.

“Um, wait.” Jake said. “Weren’t there five of you when you came in last night?”

“Oh, yeah.” Steph replied. “Billi’s still in the bed. She’s not going with us because she has something to do late this afternoon.”

“Oh, okay.”

With calls of “Bye Jake!” and “See you later!” the girls were out the door and walking toward Steph’s SUV. Jake stood at the window and in an instant, his mood changed from sad to bitter. He watched the girls as their long legs carried their denim encased asses across the yard. Those asses, and the breast and pussies that came with them, had been a growing source of frustration for him over the last three months.

He knew what he was carrying between his legs and he knew that if it were on a twenty year old stud, those girls would be all over it, but once again, the phenomenon of the 52 year-old man that was invisible to young females had reared its ugly head. To them, he existed only as a dad, and an old one at that….He was neither a threat nor desirable…He was invisible.

“How ironic is it,” Jake thought bitterly, “that I would end up this horny when there is that much fine pussy just down the hall almost every night of the week?”

It wasn’t that he was particularly interested in fucking these girls…He was simply horny beyond belief and had no relief in sight…And the girls were around him all the time.

He shook his head as if to clear it, turned and walked back into the kitchen. He paused in a brief moment of puzzlement as he heard a toilet flush in the back of the house.

“Oh yeah, Billi.” he thought as he poured another cup of coffee and sat down at the table.

In a moment, he heard the bedroom door open and looked up with a grin as a tousled haired Billi walked into the room wearing an oversized tee shirt and little else.

“Hey Cowgirl!” he smiled at her, using a nickname he had given her years ago as a result of her insistence as a child to dress like a cowgirl, a preference she still maintained.

While Steph and her other buddies tended to follow fashion trends, Billi stuck with the classic cowgirl look of boot-cut jeans, boots, and western style shirts. Her only nod to fashion was a tendency to paint her nails bright colors. Today, as she walked across the room, Jake could not miss the vibrant hot pink flash of her fingernails and toenails.

“Hey Jake. ” She grinned back.

“Coffee?”

“Ummm-Hmm.”

“You know where the cups are.”

As Billi shuffled by him she bent down and kissed his cheek. He closed his eyes as the scent of her body, still warm from bed, surrounded him.

Jake liked all of Steph’s friends, but Billi was his favorite. She absolutely loved horses and unlike the other girls, was happy spending hours with Jake as he went about the business of running the güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri farm. From the time she first started visiting Steph, if she went missing while visiting the farm, everyone knew that if they found Jake, they would find Billi.

Unlike the other tall leggy girls in Steph’s group of friends, Billi was petite. Only five feet two inches tall, she had a very tight, athletic body. Her muscular calves and thighs blended into curvy hips with nice round asscheeks that protruded enticingly. Her hips were topped by a narrow waist and round firm breasts that stood proud, even when Billi chose not to wear a bra.

Jake had fantasized about all of Steph’s friends at one time or another, but it was Billi that was the focus of most of his sexual attention. As a result, Jake often found himself gazing at her as she moved about the house. Today was no different.

As she stood on tiptoe to reach for a coffee cup, the muscles of her calves and thighs went tight and the hem of her tee slid up until the lower curvature of her panty-covered ass peeped into Jake’s field of vision. He looked as long as he dared then took a sip of coffee.

Billi poured her coffee, took a sip and then set the cup down and stretched her arms above her head as she yawned and stretched. Again, the hem of the tee slid up, this time pulling tight over her nipples and revealing a taunt little belly and the waistband of her panties.

Jake surreptitiously glanced over at Billi’s muscular little belly and the lacy waistband of her pink panties and his penis expanded at the sight of the dark shadow of her pubic hair under her panties. Without thinking he groaned aloud.

“You okay?” Billi asked, cocking her head in concern.

“M-m-m-m? ” Jake responded distractedly, “Oh, yeah. I’m fine.”

“So, you just groan out loud all the time?” Billi said as she sat down across the table from Jake.

“Yeah,” Jake replied with a grin, “Old men groan more than you might think and for a variety of reasons.”

“H-m-m-m-m…”

This was another thing Jake liked about Billi. Unlike the other girls, she didn’t seem to mind, and usually seemed to enjoy, sitting and talking with Jake. More than once, the other girls had to goad Billi into leaving with them because she seemed more content talking with Jake than going with them to the mall or whereever. To Jake, Billi may have been a 19 year-old girl, but she had the soul of a mature woman.

They had been sitting at the table for a while, chatting about this and that when abruptly, the air was filled with a guttural, high pitched whinnying. Jake slapped his forehead and cursed.

“What?” Billi said.

“I forgot…I’ve got a mare in the barn that is in season and I was going to use Bolt to cover her. I thought it could wait until Monday when the hands are back and could help, but last night when I had her in the corral, she was breaking down in front of him and he was almost going over the fence to get to her.”

“Bolt’s young right? Has he ever covered a mare?” Billi asked as she sipped her coffee.

“No, this would be his first. That’s why I wanted the hands here to help.”

“Who’s the mare?” she asked.

“Rain,” he replied, “She’s kind of laid back and I thought she would be a good first for Bolt.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

While this type of conversation may have seemed unusual or even bizarre to the casual observer, it was normal “horse talk” for Jake and Billi. It was inevitable that in their years of hanging around the farm, all of Steph’s friends had, at some point, observed a stallion covering a mare.

As young children, their initial reaction to seeing horses breeding was the simple curiosity typical of youngsters. As they grew older they would giggle about the horses “making babies.” Here lately, their reactions had evolved into casually ignoring the activity except for an occasional glance in awe at the massive erect penis on whatever stallion might be involved in the process.

Except for Billi…Her love for horses, combined with her natural curiosity, led to her involvement in all facets of running the farm. She had seen many mares covered by stallions over the years.

At first, Jake made every effort to try to keep her away from the process, but more often than not, she managed to end up hanging on the fence as he and the hands struggled with a reluctant mare or a timid stallion. He had never let her in the corral because he was concerned for her safety, but she knew the process very well.

She knew that when Jake said that Rain was “breaking down,” he meant that the mare was squatting in front of the stallion and urinating, signaling that she was ready to be mounted and penetrated. She also knew that with Bolt being inexperienced it might be difficult to get him to cover the mare. Finally, she knew that this couldn’t wait until another day. When a mare was ready, she was ready and there was no time to waste.

“Well,” she said as she drained her coffee cup, “Let me güvenilir bahis şirketleri get some jeans on and I’ll come out and help you.

“Nope,” said Jake as he stood up. “I don’t want you in the corral with them. I’ll do it by myself.”

“Jake, you’ll need some help. You just said you were hoping to be able to wait until Monday when the hands were here.”

“Yeah, well, they’re not here and this has to be done, so I’ll do it by myself.”

“Just let me get my jeans on and…”

“Billi,” Jake growled, “You’re not getting in the corral. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Fine!” she pouted as she pushed back from the table, “I’ll just get dressed and go home!”

“Billi…” Jake said, exasperated…But she stomped from the room without another word.

Jake walked out to the barn, noticing as he passed the corral that the previous evening’s rain had turned it to slop.

“Great!” he muttered to himself, “This is going to be nothing but a pain in the ass.”

He opened the barn and walked to the stall where Rain danced impatiently. She was normally a fairly calm horse, but her need for a stallion had her nervous and jumpy. Jake led her to the corral, turned her out and then turned to get Bolt from a second corral across the barnyard.

Bolt, too, was nervous and jumpy, his ears pricked up, nostrils flaring and eyes walling as he was led to the corral where Rain waited. Rain immediately squatted and urinated when Bolt pranced into the corral and Jake watched with interest as Bolts penis immediately unsheathed itself and extended into full erection.

“All right!” Jake muttered, “This is going to be a piece of cake!”

But it wasn’t. The mare was overly jumpy and Bolt just didn’t know what to do. Three times he mounted her, but each time he didn’t seem to know how to penetrate her. The more he tried, the more frantic both the young stallion and mare became.

Jake finally gave up on letting things happen “naturally” and stepped back into the corral. He thought if perhaps he secured Rain’s reins to the fence to hold her still, Bolt would mount her and he could then help Bolt with the penetration by inserting the penis himself.

He grabbed Rain’s bridle and tied it off on the fence. Then he gathered up Bolt and led him to the waiting mare. Bolt immediately raised up and mounted Rain, but just as Jake reached to grab Bolt’s penis, Rain shifted violently to the side and knocked Jake against the wall of the barn and Bolt dismounted and trotted off around the corral.

“Shit!” Jake cursed as he rubbed his arm where it had been abraded by the rough barn wall.

Again he gathered the Bolt up and again, just as Bolt mounted, Rain danced sideways, knocking Jake off his feet.

“Fuck it!” Jake cursed as he stood and raked mud off his jeans and shirt.

Just as he turned to walk toward Bolt a third time, he saw a slim figure moving across the corral. It was Billi.

“Dammit Billi,” Jake called, “I told you…”

“Shut up Jake!” Billi shot back, “You aren’t doing so hot right now, so just shut up. Calm Rain down and let me see if I can get Bolt up on her.”

“Billi…” Jake growled.

“Shut up Jake! I’m doin’ this, so just shut up!”

“Dammit!” Jake spat as he walked to Rain and started trying to calm her.

Billi finally cornered Bolt and grabbed his reins. Talking softly and running her hands over his flank, she soothed him for a moment then led him to the mare.

“Now be careful…” Jake warned.

“Shut up Jake. I’m not the one who’s been knocked down twice now am I?”

Just then Bolt raised up and mounted Rain. His engorged penis bobbed as he tried to thrust into the mare. He was close enough to her but simply couldn’t hit the target. Rain was again getting antsy and began to dance. Billi looked in panic at Jake, understanding fully the danger of being trampled.

“You’re going to have to help him” Jake said, trying to stay calm but the desperation in his voice obvious. “Just take hold of him and put him in her.”

Billi nodded, turned and reaching forward, grasped the stallion’s penis in her small hand. The engorged organ was thicker than her wrist and the contrast of her slim red-nailed fingers on the black flesh of the horse’s penis was stark.

“Oh!” Billi whispered, almost to herself.

“What?” Jake asked, thinking something was wrong.

“His p-penis,” she stuttered unthinkingly. “It so warm!”

Jake’s head jerked around in surprise at her comment, but he said nothing.

Billi leaned down, biting her lower lip in concentration and after a couple of tries managed to insert the stallion into the mare. Then, it was as if a switch had been thrown in Bolt’s brain and he settled down to the business of covering the mare. Rain, for her part, stood stoically and let Bolt have his way.

“Okay,” Jake said as he exhaled heavily.

They both backed away from the horses and leaned against the barn. Jake turned to Billi to thank her, but stopped when he saw her face. She had not taken her eyes from the stallion’s penis and she stood with her lips partially open, eyes slightly glazed.

“Hey,” he said as he touched her arm. “You okay?”

“H-m-m-m-m?” she pulled her gaze from the horses and realizing she had been caught watching, blushed with embarrassment she mumbled, “Yeah, I’m okay.”

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