The last drops fell and Brenda swallowed the precious slime. Then she raised up on her elbows and began to tongue the head of the horse's massive cock, lapping up cum and cunt-juice from his softening prickmeat with utter delight.

She licked his cockhead until it glistened.

Then she lay back with a contented sigh, her whole pussy lathered with horse cum, the cunt-juice still running out of her fuckhole. Both Brenda and Zeus were satiated.

And both were looking forward to the next time.

But it was time to return to the farm.

Brenda had to do something about her juice-filled cunt before she put her shorts back on. She had to mop it up. She scooped the slime up with her hand and, not wanting to waste a precious drop, lapped it up with her nimble tongue. Brenda was completely satisfied now and not passionate, yet the naughty horse lover adored horse cum so much that she drank it even when she wasn't horny. She scooped up four handfuls and swallowed it down happily. If the stallion had still suffered a hard-on, Brenda would gladly have sucked him off again. She loved to suck horse prick even when her cunt was cool.

That was one lucky horse.

With her cunt mopped up, Brenda squirmed back into her denim shorts. They were already damp at the crotch, but nothing like they would have been if she hadn't mopped up. She pulled her tee shirt on. The horse was placidly munching grass. She grabbed a handful of mane, hooked a leg over and swung lithely onto his back.

"Giddup," she commanded.

Zeus, who liked to please his rider in every way, moved out from the grove of trees. They returned to the lane and headed back the way they had come, at a sedate pace.

On the way, they passed one of the modernized, converted farmhouses. Brenda had seen the people who lived there. The woman was elegant and fashionable. Brenda felt sorry for her. Girls from the city did not have fun the way a country girl did, she thought.