Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2001 13:08:56 -0400
From: Doggytail2000@yahoo.ca
Subject: Comanche and I

	This story is not meant to be read by anyone under the age of
eighteen, nor is it meant to be read by anyone who lives in an area that
forbids the actions outlined in the story and also it is not meant to be
read by those people who are offended by ther action of sex between humans
and animals.  I can assure you that this story is about me personally and
my animals and that no other human is involved in any of the acts
portrayed, also that none of the animals is or was mistreated or harmed in
anyway.  The animals were not forced into sex and had any one of them
refused to participate I would not have forced them..

	I live on 40 acres of land which was left to me by my parents when
they died, the house is the place I was born in and the 40 acres was part
of a 1500 acre farm my parents owned and on which I was raised - along with
a shit load of animals and the people to look after them - Being quite a
long way from school and living on a working farm, permission was granted
for me to be educated via the correspondence method and this worked out
quite well (and in case anyone is a detractor from that method, I can
assure you I passed all of my exams in the high 80's) because I did have
some work to do around.

	My work was to ride the fences, with my pony Comanche, to ensure
that there were nobreaks where the animals could get thru, and so Comanche
and I would ride out early in the morning and stay away for two-three days
at a time (yes I took my school books with me, after all I didn't work all
night).  At night I would tether Comanche, remove his saddle, unroll the
bedroll and for a while do schoolwork, this went on for some years and
then, after I became 16 and on one of my trips, I learned the meaning of
sex with an animal. Lets give you an idea of what happened.

	I had learned that tethering Comanche was useless, and to me
unfair, he never wandered out of sight, so I unsaddled him, unrolled my
bedroll and settled down to do some schoolwork, but I just didn't feel like
it.  It was a beautiful night so I just lay there on the bedroll naked as a
Jaybird, enjoying the quiet.  Suddenly Comanche snickered, I quickly looked
up to see what the matter was, but he was just looking at me. I asked him
what was wrong, but he just snickered again and sidled toward me. That I
thought was funny because he would normally just turn and walk toward me.
Anyway, he sidled and again I asked him what was wrong and again he
sidled.

	It was then that I saw that his cock was out of the sheath and just
hanging.  I started to laugh and laughed and said "oh boy, you either fell
asleep and had a dirty dream, or you're reall horny" he continued to move
toward me and I had a funny feeling that he was going to teach me a thing
or two tonight.  At last he stopped right over me and, as I was resting on
my elbow, he cock was right in line with my face.  My heart started to beat
faster than I think it ever has as I lifted my hand very slowly so as not
to spook him and took ahold of his cock, I was surprised at how leathery
and yet silky it felt.  As soon as I touched it, of course Comanche sprung
the biggest hard-on I'd ever seen and he started to move as if he were
impatient and saying to me,"well now you've got it, what're ya going to do
with it".

	Without doing too much thinking, I rose up a little further, stuck
out my tongue and licked the head. There was a little drop of pre-cum on
the head and it tasted salted but not nasty, so I opened my mouth and took
the head inside and wrapped my tongue around that cock and then sucked a
little.  Comanche got a little excited by that time and he started to hump
quite slowly, I kept ahold of the shaft, then took the cock out of my mouth
and licked the full length of it on all sides.  If Comanche was getting
excited, I was going nuts, at last I went back to the head, put it in my
mouth, wrapped my tongue around and started sucking again, this time
Comanche was really humping and I knew that very soon I was going to have a
mouthful of cum.  I wasn't sure that I was ready for that but before I
could make up my mind what to do, he let go, I had no time to think so I
just swallowed as fast as I could, but the flow was too much and too fast,
so some started to dribble down my chin from the sides of my mouth.

	When he finished he moved away from me and I just dropped down on
the bedroll and then realised that I was laying in something very sticky,
when I looked I saw that not only was Comanche's cum on my bedroll, but
that I had cum what looked like buckets and I hadn't even touched myself.
Oh well, I had a belly full of horse cum and I was satisfied and sleepy, so
I rolled over and over to soak in it, the curled up and went to sleep.

	When I woke up in the morning, I was a mess, to say nothing of my
bedroll, but when I remembered what had happened it didn't bother me. I
looked over at Comanche and he was just standing there chewing away at the
grass, I guess he figured what happened happened and he was better off for
it so no use making a fuss.  I went down to the stream and washed myself
off, then had some breakfast, gave Comanche some hay, saddled him up and
off we went again on our rounds.  Something was different tho, the Pony was
friskier than he had been for quite some time - not that he gave me any
trouble - just friskier. We had been going for about an hour when he
suddenly stopped, I tried to get him going, petting to him and talking to
him, but he wouldn't budge.  I wondered if something was on the ground that
startled him or perhaps he had his hoof caught in something so I
dismounted.

	Nothing so drastic, as I looked at his feet, I glanced sideways and
saw that his cock was out of it's sheath and he had a raging hard-on.  He
nuzzled me, I laughed, "you"re a nympho" I said, "you need your cock sucked
again/ okay, so I got down on my knees moved under his belly, took that
cock in my hand and put it in my mouth and started sucking,. He humped, I
sucked and ran my tongue around that cock, he started to shudder and I was
well prepared for what happened next - a gut full of pony cum - but this
time I didn't lose a drop, but again I shot a load of cum into my pants
without so much as getting my hands anywhere near my cock, they were too
busy holding onto Comanche's.

	Having finished, he moved away from me, I remounted and off we went
again on our rounds.  There were no further incidents during the day, but
as I sat in the saddle I couldn't help reflecting on what had happened -
did I feel guilty? - did I feel disgusted? Did I feel that I was a reel
pervert? - the truth was, I felt none of that bullshit, I sucked my pony
off and would do so again and again as long as he wanted me to.  The truth
was I felt satisfied and at that time I knew I felt more for Comanche than
I did for any person that I knew.

	Having said that, I knew that there was going to be more from this
sex than there was from any other type of relationship. This was my Pony -
I had had sex with him twice, and he seemed as if he wanted more. Well, if
he wanted more, then he was going to get more, just how much more he was
going to get I didn't know and would not know for two days, but my mind was
going into overdrive. The one thing I realized was that I preferred sex
with my Pony than I did with any Human.

	We stopped for the night again (second night) and the events of the
previous night and of the day were repeated, but, I was getting more
experienced at sucking Comanche"s cock and I was getting into it more.
This type of situation sometimes leads to people taking chances which they
shouldn't take, this was certainly the case with me when Comanche, on the
second night snickered and told me that his cock was ready to be serviced.
He stood over me, I took the cock in my hand, it was hard and ready, I
opened my mouth and started the sucking, but I anted more, I removed on of
my hands from his cock, altho I had it at the ready, and I moved my head
forward, sucking and licking as I did, he stood perfectly still (Iswear he
knew what was going to happen). I pushed slowly forward until the herad of
his cock was in my throat, I gagged, withdrew and then moved forward again,
this time there was no gag, I aslipped the head of his cock into my throat
and before I knew it my throat muscles had taken over and were working on
his cock. I still had one hand on the cock so he couldn't go too far, but
he was in far enough to give him the thrill he wanted and he pumped as if
there were no tomorrow. Suddenly, while he was down my throat, he pumped
his cum and pumped and pumped, I could hardly breathe, but I hung on, I
wasn't going to let any of that liquid go to waste, it was mine. I never
lost a drop, my belly was full and I slept on a full stomach (medical
people would say sleeping on a full stomach is bad for you - they have
never had the pleasure of sleeping with a belly full of pony cum).

	Again the the morning, I had breakfast, saddled Comanche and we
headed on our way home.  He made no stops, but on the way home, I was, of
course, thinking of what had happened on these past two days and I started
to laugh. I patted Comanche's neck and asked what he thought our friends
and neighbours would say if they knew that he was my Lover and I was his
personal cocksucker.  I don't really know whether he understood, but he
raised his head and whinnied and the headed for home.

	That's all for now, but I have many more adventures to tell you
about Comanche, but not only Comanche.  After I got the house for myself,
things became so much different. If you like to hear about HOW different,
contact me at Doggytail2000@Yahoo.ca. I"ll reply if you ask, but don't start
berating me for this story, because those letters will go where I put
Comanche's Horse shit, at least they'll fertilize the garden.