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Studly’s Dominatrix
My sister at a time had 7 horses and use to breed Arabians; one of them was an Arabian stallion. His name was Prince (something?) (something?)….(something?) I gave him his barn name of Studly; he was the only stud in the barn. My sister was Studly’s Dominatrix; you see she had him trained to mount a mare on command! I use to get a big laugh every time Studly got his chance to get lucky. She would walk Studly around the mare to get acquitted (foreplay for horses) and then bring him behind the mare. I can still see him prancing behind the mare, when you see that the old saying “hung like a horse” comes to mind. My sister had to wait to make sure the mare was ready while Studly waited impatiently. He looked at the mare, looked over to my sister, looked back at mare, looking back and forth and waiting. I swear I could hear Studly thoughts: how about now, now, what about now, please now, please, please, please, she wants me, now’s a good time, what are you waiting for?, well you get the picture. Come to think of it she never had to give Studly the command twice! J
My sexual encounter with Jill
My sister had a mare named Jill that was in season. If you never seen a mare in season, let me describe it to you. You see their lips (you know the one’s I’m talking about) open and close and she was running like a river, to say she was a pig is a understatement, the word slut sums it up. She was in a tie stall; a tie stall is just big enough for one horse with an opening facing the barns walkway. Basically if you look down the walkway you see nothing but tails. One day I’m talking to a couple of the guys at the barn and I was standing behind Jill and she is in season! Now Jill isn’t too particular what species you are when she in season if you know what I mean. Are you seeing the picture I’m painting here? I had my right side facing her and I wasn’t paying attention, the next thing all I saw was ass and tail, I felt so violated. She left out a squeal, the same squeal a mare makes when Studly’s at work. Of coarse everyone at the barn came running, there I was my right side of my body and leg soaking wet. The two guys I was talking to are on the ground laughing at me. For two weeks all I heard was, how’s your sex life…get any tail lately …ect..ect…ect.
Studly’s Daycare
Horses aren’t known to be inventors but Studly’s catapult should have been patented. Or should I say CAT-O-PULT. One day I’m in the barn and I hear meowooo and the sound of claws scraping across wood, with as many of as 20 cats in the barn where’s going to be a fight or two. The funny part is when I heard this noise I saw a cat flying in the air down the walkway, something you don’t see every day! The next day the same thing happened in the same spot. I thought it’s time to do some investigating so the next day I kept an eye out. I was near Studly’s stall it’s about 20 feet by 20 feet encaged with planks and wooden beams running around and above the outside walls. I caught Studly’s stare as he was looking at one of these overhead beams, you see there was cat walking on beams (or should I call it a catwalk?). I watched Studly slowly and carefully reach out with is mouth and grab the cat by the tail, pull it off, claws scraping across the wood. Studly started to swing his head back and forth and with great care threw the cat through an opening the size of a window! Now before you think ill of Studly let me tell you this story. One day we found a litter of kittens in Studly stall, they didn’t bother him and he always put is head down as if he was looking were he was walking when he was near the kittens. A couple of days when by and I heard a commotion coming from Studly’s stall. There are certain noises that a stallion makes when he mad (and Studly was mad) and I heard the sound of hoofs hitting the ground hard. As I ran to his stall I thought he’s killing those kittens, I opened the door and went in. He had his nose almost in the middle of the pile of kittens; I thought he was eating them. I was just about to grab a hold of him when I notice the rat. You see we had a problem with rats getting into the grain and some times they would go after the newly born kittens. He wasn’t hurting the kittens, he was killing the rat his hoof still on it, the rat just a foot away and he was just checking on the kittens. Studly spend his time walking around his stall, talking to his mares calling them and each one of the mares in turn would whiney back.
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