"I know what you want, boy," she whispered.

The stallion pricked up his ears. Brenda slid her foot down under his belly and began to rub her heel against his prick. It stiffened at the touch. But then she stopped. She was afraid that the stallion might shoot his heavy wad if she rubbed him too long with her heel… and the girl had better uses for the animal's hot load.

Just then a pick-up truck came down the lane, billowing dust in its wake.

Brenda drew the horse to the edge of the track to give the truck room to pass. The truck slowed and the driver looked out at her, a big grin on his face. Brenda knew him. He was Mike Rowley, a local handyman. He wasn't bad looking and Brenda smiled back at him. The truck was passing at a mere crawl and, for a moment, Brenda thought that Mike was going to stop. She hoped not, though. Brenda wouldn't have minded giving Mike a fuck, not at all, but at the moment she had that massive horse prick to take care of.

She hoped Mike hadn't noticed that the stallion had a hard-on. And if he had noticed, she hoped that he would not realize what she was going to do with that hard-on.

But then Mike winked and speeded up.

Mike, too, had something else to do right now. He was on his way to seduce – or rape – a woman.

Brenda waited until the truck had turned out of sight. The stallion was quivering under her. She could feel the tension of his body in her crotch and between her slim thighs, causing her to tingle all over. Her nipples shot out like bullets and her clit sparked. She was smiling, because she was about to do a very naughty thing… and naughty things always made Brenda smile. But there was nothing humorous about the look in her big blue eyes. They glowed with pure passion.

"C'mon, boy," she said.

Brenda neck-reined the horse, heading him toward a nearby grove of trees. The stallion snorted. He seemed to have a pretty good idea what was going to happen now. It had happened before.