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Tamara and Jack enjoy another day at the stud farm from her POV.


Submitted:Nov 25, 2012    Reads: 2,191    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


I looked across the arena and knew I had to have a piece of him.

Jack stood in the middle of it while lunging Sun Devil, a magnificent piece of horse flesh who did as he asked. I knew that the stallion was in capable hands because Jack knew to ask not demand obedience from him. The last couple of people who had tried to push Sun Devil around had wound up in the hospital with broken bones and missing teeth.

I handled the stallion carefully myself, but then Sun Devil never had any problem with the females, whether the mares he serviced most of the week or the one woman who he allowed to stroke him, while I soothed him with a ballad to keep him quiet.

That hadn't been Arlene the bored millionaire's wife who'd been Jack's latest stepmother that had been me his groom who had grown up alongside him even after my father died. I had stayed at the ranch taking care of him during his stud career which had already raked Jack's father a lot of money for his enterprise.

He's earned enough to buy a string of some of the hottest blooded mares that ever graced Colorado, certainly the south eastern corner where we all lived, just a couple miles out of Colton. That kept me even busier because they were all to be bred to Sun Devil in just a couple of months in between two waves of outside mares after a piece of his DNA. I hoped that the stallion wouldn't be plumb worn out from all the mating but I figured he was more than up to the task judging by how he tested everyone around him each day.

Jack lunged him every several days to keep him fit, because he was just too risky to take riding, as spirited as he was these days.

I climbed up on the railing to sit and watch him, and after a few moments, he tugged the stallion gently toward him and Sun Devil turned his head and dug a hoof into the dirt a couple of times. Jack walked towards him gently and the stud just watched him. Jack had a nice pair of hands, firm yet gentle against the sensitive skin of a horse like Sun Devil and I imagined they'd feel just as nice against a woman's skin.

Not that I'd know because there were some lines never meant to be crossed.

Jack grew up the son of one of the wealthiest men in the area. A man who likely had carefully picked out the filly he'd paired up with to bear his own children. It looked like Daddy had decided to do the same for his only son to produce the next generation of Montanas. It'd be some debutante daughter of one of Daddy's friends, someone that Derek Jr already knew quite well from hanging out at the same social functions.

Wild Forks was a small town and everyone who lived in it from the cluster of millionaires, the big time farmers and ranchers to the poorest sharecroppers knew their places. Jack and I had gone to school together from junior high to high school but we'd never hung out except when I came to take care of Sun Devil. When my father, a sharecropper died, everyone assumed I'd leave town to go live with some distant relatives but I took over my daddy's stead and worked it when I hadn't been in school or tending to the stallion. Even Jack's own daddy knew that I had a way with his prize horse that no one else had, he just didn't think I would have any place with his son.

That was fine with me; I understood the rules, unwritten as they were in this town. I didn't want to marry Jack; I just wanted a piece of him.

I jumped down off the fence into the arena while he approached, and I walked up slowly to Sun Devil who looked at me with interest. I stroked him softly while Jack held onto him.

"You want me to take him in?"

He nodded, handing me the shank once he detached the lunge rope.

"I'll be there in a moment," he said, "I got to make a call…I need to talk to you about something."

My brows arched up.

"What…you can tell me here."

He looked at me a moment.

"No…it can wait…I'll see you in the barn."

I watched him leave the arena and then turned to scratch Sun Devil's jaw.

"Come on, we'd better get a move on okay, and get you settled," I said, "I think you have a full book of mares tomorrow."

He lifted his head up so I would stroke his neck and after that, we both headed to the barn.

Jack made his call and then watched as I walked into the barn, leading Sun Devil who seemed to be more relaxed around me. That's why his father kept me on to take care of him paying good money so I'd spend more hours. Jack, the son liked that I took good care of his father's best stud.

But that wasn't the only reason he liked me and I knew that.

He appreciated beautiful things and I knew I was pretty enough for him. Even considering my outfit of worn jeans and an old long sleeve shirt that buttoned up the front like a man's. Maybe he thought my father had worn it and I needed something to remember him by or to hide my feminine body from the other men. But I'd just worn it because it had just been through the laundry so much; it had softened enough to feel comfortable next to my skin when I worked. I'd been skinny as a beanpole once but in the last few years I had truly blossomed. I got curves, which my clothes couldn't completely hide and my curly dark hair had settled into waves as it grew past my shoulders. I wore it in a thick pony tail most of the time, but on rare days like today, it hung loose.

I had wide spaced hazel eyes; with a full mouth that wore a hint of gloss, the only sign of makeup I ever wore around him. I smelled of honeysuckle and lilac and maybe he wondered what I tasted like.

I knew I should stay away from him. His father had women lined up, all daughters of his friends to date and mingle with until he picked his future bride. He had dabbled with quite a few of them, probably more than his daddy would have liked, because times had changed and men took women out on test drives before settling down with just one. Not to mention that his latest stepmother, just a few years older than him had been flirting with him like crazy and he had breathed a sigh of relief when she finally had jetted off to France on an extended holiday with other bored trophy wives. His father hadn't wanted a life partner since his mother died when he was a child in a car accident, he wanted a woman who looked good on his arm at parties and didn't spend too much of his money in one spot.

Jack knew that Arlene cheated on his father but he also knew his father didn't care, as long as she was discreet. But he assumed his father might care if I dallied with his son so Jack had kept his distance, though I knew from the way he looked at me sometimes he'd been tempted..

I heard the hard clip of his boots on the floor approaching me from behind but I didn't turn to look at him. I focused on Sun Devil humming his favorite tune, maybe slipping some words in there while I stroked his neck.

"That's a nice picture…"

I stopped humming and looked at him, pushing a strand of hair off of my face.

"He's settling down," I said, "He knows he's got a busy today tomorrow."

Jack leaned against a stall door on the end and sighed.

"Got some mares early tomorrow…at least their stalls are available."

I shrugged.

"I got paid extra to clean them this morning," I said, "I had some extra help on the homestead so the next couple days, it won't be any problem."

He nodded.

"I'll be in the tack room if you need me."

Ah yes, I thought, his office away from the house. It had been an actual tack room once but it had since been renovated into two compartments, an office and a groom's room containing of a cot and a chest of drawers for clothes. Only they hadn't needed to house anyone in it this summer.

I stroked Sun Devil's mane softly, as I thought about the work tomorrow. To bathe the mare's privates and prepare them to be bred to him…with Jack in charge of the teaser horse used to make sure they were in heat before they were brought to the shed ready to be mounted by Sun Devil…who could do it on cue, with assistance of course to make sure the mating between two nearly two ton creatures went smoothly. I would watch of course…fascinated by the sheer power and domination of the stud, yet with his fierceness in check replaced almost by as close to tenderness as a stallion could ever reach.

The mares never balked but submitted to the powerful control of the stud, obeying nature's design for them without question. So much different than relations between men and women, I noticed. I thought about what it'd be like if I were a mare eagerly awaiting her stud to mount her, grab a hold of her neck in his teeth not hard enough to bruise while he thrust his stiffened cock inside of her pussy.

My panties dampened right now just thinking about it and I looked towards the tack room. My breasts tightening beneath my shirt, as I left Sun Devil. No I couldn't, I wouldn't.

I would just talk with him, shoot the breeze as I often did…we wouldn't touch.

I knocked on the partly open door.

"Come on in…"

I did and stood there watching him working at his desk.

"He's relaxing…I'll put his feed in about an hour."

Jack smiled, closing a ledger.

"You take great care of him," he said, "You have a way with stallions."

I shrugged.

"They're just like teenage boys," I said, "only they can throw more weight around."

"True…but he's got 10 mares tomorrow," he said, "that will take a bit of the edge off."

I just looked at him sitting there, dressed in similar attire as me, only his body looked hard underneath his clothes whereas mine was soft. He was lean but well muscled, the kind of build that came from working hard day in and day out. Unlike other millionaire sons, Jack worked as hard as any ranch hand, harder as if he were fully aware of the legacy that would be handed to him someday and wanted to make his mark on it before then.

His arms were roped with muscle, beneath his shirt and I just knew his abs had to be flat with all the riding and the hauling that he did every day and his legs stretched the denim that sheathed them, the fabric sculpted to his ass and his package up front, from what I could tell, very nice.

I felt my mouth go dry and cleared my throat a couple times. He gazed up at me then.

"Anything wrong ?"

I shook my head.

"I just wonder what it's like sometimes to be like him…to have some of most fundamental decisions made by others and have no choice in it."

Jack studied me.

"A stallion's number one instinct is to mount mares Tamara, you know that," he said, "At least Sun Devil doesn't have to fight another stallion or two to the death for that right."

Well he had a point, but I still often thought about it, how perfunctory an act of nature had become for him and others of his kind, not to mention the mares that were trussed up waiting for the stallion.

"Yeah well, what about the mares?"

His lips curled into a smile.

"What about them…they wind up with a foal for their few minutes of standing there."

I wandered to the window, looking out into the clearing.

"What is it you really want to know Tamera," he said, "Do you wish you were one of those mares?"

I turned around and looked at him, my eye arched.

"What about you…I heard you're quite the stud already…got those fillies all lined up for you by your daddy to try out before taking your pick."

He sighed, folding his arms.

"That's a rather clinical way of putting it."

I shrugged, and then turned my back on him again.

"I work on a stud farm, how else can I be?"

He grew silent for a moment and I heard some movement behind me. Maybe he'd gotten up from his chair. I didn't look to see.

"Say you were one of those mares I…standing there with your tail twitching, not in a shed but out in a field somewhere, and some stud came walking up to you taking a sniff of pussy to see if you were ready for him."

"Depends on what he looks like and if he shuts the door on the way out."

Jack didn't believe that I was as casual about it as I sounded as he walked towards me. Next thing I knew I felt his hands on my shoulders and his breath on the back of my neck, which made it tingle.

"What if he came up to you like this…"

I felt him pressing against my back, the crotch of his jeans pressing against my ass with two layers of denim and at least on my side, some lace panties in between us. I swallowed noisily when I realized how hard he felt against me, a sensation which dampened my panties some more.

"Like what Jack?"

He must have heard the playfulness in my voice intermixed with tension as he pressed even closer. He parted the hair off of my neck with one hand while stroking it with his callused fingers, before his lips brushed against the nape. I shivered in response, not expecting his action at all, what was he up to now? His lips caressed my neck, softly at first and then more playfully with a little bit of teeth. I found myself leaning back against him as his hands slid down my body to settle on my waist.

"Look out the window I…and don't stop no matter what."

I tried to look at him.

"Eyes out the window…no cheating…"

"Why?"

"Because you're the mare and you ever see one look behind her?"

No, not in a breeding shed but I wasn't a broodmare and he wasn't a stallion, but I did as he told me…because his mouth had returned to worshipping my neck, nipping it which sent my blood racing all the way down to my pussy.

"I'm not looking back…"

He whispered into my ear between kisses.

"Good…because in this game, I'm the stud…and I've got something for you."

I figured as much but really he was talking crazy because we were just two people who worked together, we didn't hang out together and that was because we knew we didn't run in the same crowds.

Then his hands brushed my breasts and I realized he had moved them away from my hips. My nipples hardened just from that casual contact and I felt my breasts grow heavy, begging for attention. But he seemed intent on reaching towards the buttons of my shirt. I thought he might unbutton them, but he just ripped them apart and as they came undone, a couple buttons flew off and bounced on the floor.

"Jack…that's my father's shirt…"

"It's in my way…I want to feel those tits you been hiding…"

My face flushed at his guttural talk, as he unwrapped me from my shirt and it settled down on the floor beside me. He palmed the lacy cups of my bra and I couldn't help myself. I arched my body to get him to apply more pressure…to do pleasurable things to them. A vision flashed through my mind of him tasting them, sucking one of my cherry colored nipples inside his mouth and making me scream from it.

I knew he could do that to me.

But he didn't linger on my breasts very long and didn't undo my bra. Instead, he put his hands on my hips pulling me closer to him, against the hardness in between his own thighs…it rubbed against the cleft of my ass and I sighed against him.

He moved away from me for a moment and I felt his absence but when he returned, I felt the heat of his skin against my back and I realized he had removed his own shirt.

I felt a lump in my throat suddenly but I kept looking ahead.

"Are we…are…"

"Oh yes…"

Then I felt his hands reaching in front of me to unsnap my jeans and then unzip them, pushing them down my legs, which were lean and supple, lightly muscled. I couldn't kick them off with my boots still on so I just left them there. He didn't seem to care, and I heard his own zipper lowering as he shucked his own jeans…and then I felt his hardness again, more insistent now, his chest now slicked with sweat when he pushed against my back again.

"Keep looking out that window…"

So I did standing there in my blue lacy bra and matching panties, only did he know how moist I was now between my legs now, anticipating what would come next.

"I don't know if we should be doing this…I mean I…."

"Hush now, I'm the stud here and you're the filly waiting for me to fill you up and I'm going to do that."

I listened to him and I stood there, my body shivering in anticipation.

"Put your hands on the ledge."

I had to lean slightly forward to manage that and that elevated my ass up, leaving me feeling awkward and a little shy. But my pussy tingled in and my breath came more quickly. Sweat trickled down the small of my back and I felt his fingers latch to the waistband of my panties and I knew they were coming off, leaving me totally exposed.

"You're a really nice filly I," he said, "Just about perfect…is thinking about what I'm going to do to you making you all wet?"

No point in lying to him, he'd know soon enough…especially as he now had pulled my panties away from cloaking my pussy. Bent as I was, he could only see the portion of the lips hanging down, rosy pink and glistening.

"No one can know about this but us…"

I nodded, biting my lip. I knew the unwritten rules of the town we lived in just as he did. Then I felt his fingers caressing my pussy and I didn't care…I just sighed as he stroked me in my most intimate place.

"Like that?"

"Mmmmmm….yeah."

"You'll like what's next even more," he promised.

And when he moved his thigh in between my legs to get me to spread them wider, to open up my stance to him, I simply did what he wanted, trying not to lose my breath. He palmed the globes of my ass, kneading them and then moved one of his hands back to wooing my pussy. Delicate strokes just brushing my clitoris which begged for more attention as it swelled upward, and when he pressed against the side of it slightly with a knuckle, I sucked in my breath. I grew restless and moved in front of him.

"Hey, stand still there…like my good little filly."

I obeyed or I tried to but when he casually thrust a finger inside of my pussy, my muscles tightened around it, encasing it.

"You sure are nice and snug," he said, "That pussy of yours is going to love my cock."

"I…"

I didn't finish my words…because he had thrust another finger inside me to join the first one, stretching me until I felt a little burn with the pleasurable warmth that came when he stroked me inner walls…oh god…did that feel nice…no it felt naughty.

He bent over by my ear and whispered softly.

"You ready for your stud?"

I didn't respond but I felt his fingers withdraw from my pussy, which felt slick from my dew…

Then a moment passed, and I felt something hard pushing against my pussy lips…I almost tensed but he started rubbing my clitoris more surely this time and the shards of pleasure caused me to relax as they rippled through my body.

"I need you to be real still for me…"

I tensed me body then.

"No relax darling…This isn't going to hurt."

I gritted my teeth in frustrated ache.

"I'm trying…but I can't see you…"

"You don't need to…you need to trust that I know what to do…how to make you feel good…can you do that?"

I nodded and then sucked in my breath as he suddenly thrust his erection inside of mer, and I felt his chest press into my back. My pussy burned as his penis stretched it fully, and he had pinned me against the window ledge. My eyes glanced outside and I saw several grooms leading some of Jack's daddy's prized mares for some exercise.

"Don't worry about them," Jack said, "Just focus on how you feel with me inside of you."

He bucked his hips and pressed further into my pussy, which hugged his shaft so tightly. The stinging sensation from the pressure of him against my tender walls faded and twitches of more pleasurable sensations arose as he thrust in and out of me. I couldn't see him, but I could feel his chest against myback, hear his grunts with each thrust and in between my legs, feel his erection sliding in and out.

"Oh god…I…"

"Just feel, pretend I'm a stallion taking you, that's it's about instinct…the need to mate," Jack said, "Not about anything else."

I felt the pressure inside of me build, as my pussy milked his penis and I felt as if I were on a rollercoaster speeding up a steep incline, the sky rushing towards me and the ground falling further away. I felt him pushing against me, thrusting deeper and opening my legs up more, and then I felt the pressure of his teeth on my neck, nipping at the nape.

Tingles rushed down to my pussy where they swelled with the tide threatening to overtake me. my legs turning to rubber as he arched his back and kept thrusting, until…until I felt my orgasm rock me and my body melt into tears of flickering burn. He groaned loudly and I joined him, as he rocked against me while I felt the waves of pleasure fill me and then the warmth of his semen as he came inside of me.

He collapsed against me, our sweat intermingling, our bodies stuck while he kept me pinned to the ledge. My eyes faced the window still but I saw nothing, I only felt the ebbing of my climax and the warm breath of him against my skin. Jack pulled me closer to him, his penis still inside of me and his palms on my breasts still encased in lace.

It took me a few moments to come back down to earth, for my heart to stop racing and my breathing to not leave me lightheaded. Finally I fidgeted in his embrace and turned to look at him for the first time, as he finally withdrew from me.

I just looked, not knowing what to say…still not quite believing what had happened. He had done exactly as he had said, been a stud to my filly and I didn't know what happened next.

"That was amazing…," I said, finally, because why lie?

He chuckled.

"Yes it was…well I guess we'd better get back to getting things ready for the breeding tomorrow."

I looked at him as he pulled up his pants and zipped up and then reached for his shirt.

"You going to stand there like this or get dressed," he said, "I have that damn cotillion my father wants me to escort Charlotte to in a couple of hours."

I just stared at him, holding my hands over my breasts as I reached for my panties, feeling his semen trickle down my thighs.

"What did we just do?"

He touched my face softly.

"We had sex…and now we have to get back to real life again…"

Oh, I thought, was that how it was going to be, but then again, what else could be expected? That he would decide he had fallen in love with me and then we'd run off and elope?

No, I had always been a realist and I knew his future didn't include the likes of me. But it didn't mean we couldn't have fun in the meantime.

I pulled up my jeans next and looked up at him, as he handed me his shirt.

"Okay, we'd better get going then."

After I slipped my shirt back on and buttoned up what I could, we walked away together, his arm around my waist and his hand on my ass.





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