Some day the poets are going to look back at me and say some stupid shit like “woe is her, she was seduced by the devil.” Or something and bore the tears out of some kids at school.
Because Jule’s is the devil. She’s the sexiest, sluttiest, shameless-est, nakedest, kinkiest devil that ever crawled out of hell and set its sights on a weird looking nerd and went ‘I think I want to fuck and corrupt that’ and then did.
I’m corrupt now. Like full on corrupt. Like going to hell and burning there and probably finding some way to get off on fire levels of corrupt.
Fucking your own sister late at night while your parents are watching TV levels of corrupt.
Masturbating behind bushes at the school while your girlfriend films it on her phone levels of corrupt.
Thinking it was a good fucking idea to jump into a pickup truck driven by your twelve year old girlfriend to go find her aunts stud horse in the pasture surrounded by trees kind of insanely corrupt.
See they have this horse. He’s a quarterhorse. He jumps hurdles and stuff at shows where her aunt rides him and wears a top hat and fancy coat. Dressage, I think they call it. He’s gorgeous. I’m not even one of those girls that goes in for all things horse but I know he’s about the handsomest horse in the county. Maybe the state.
He’s brown and he has this white diamond on his forehead and his mane and tail are always perfectly brushed and he’s got white socks on his feet and he’s sleek and shiny and he has really bright eyes.
A couple weeks ago Jules had me feed him an apple.
I think she might have gotten the idea then.
So she drives us up the dirt road at the top of the hill, through the metal gate that she shuts behind us and through a little grove of trees. Then we hop out and climb the wooden fence into the grassy pasture where Noble Light of Dawn is grazing.
Thank god we can just call him Noble. The other thing is way too pretentious.
We walk over to him. Jules has these high leather riding boots on and super tight white pants with a black stripe. Her butt is practically ETCHED in those pants. It’s like looking at a sculpture.
On top she’s wearing a red velvet vest and nothing under it.
Basically she’s a walking sex machine.
I’ve got on a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt that’s a bit too small for me that I liked when I was ten because it has these pink and blue shiny stripes all horizontal on the front. I wear it now because it shows off my stomach and my bellybutton.
He’s waiting for us. It’s like he knows why I’m here.
Jules pushes me in the small of my back and smiles at me sweetly.
“Go on, give it a try.”
I hesitate. “Jules… I don’t know… I mean, Magnus was one thing but this…”
There’s a pit in the bottom of my stomach. What if he hurts me?
Jules surprises me. She steps in front of me and pulls me into a hug and strokes my hair.
“I’ll make sure you’re safe.”
Okay. That’s good enough for me. It probably shouldn’t be, but it is.
I strip off my shorts. I leave my shirt on. Jules asked me to. Then I slink over to the horse, swaying my hips slightly. My guess is that Jules already has her phone out, so I make my butt wiggle while I walk. I’m gonna give her a show.
My hand rests lightly on his flanks. He’s hot, it’s a warm day and the hair on his side is slick with sweat. I’m about to make it even sweatier. I slowly pat his side and stroke him, moving up and down. I can feel a little liquid start to move between my legs, running down the inside of my thigh.
Jules moves closer, getting a better angle. I drop to my knees and look beneath him.
The tip of his cock is just poking out of the sheath and his balls are hanging beneath him like two massive grapefruits. He’s fucking HUGE. I reach out slowly, my breath is coming short. My fingers brush against it and he snorts so I tear my hand back.
“Don’t worry.” Jules says. “That means he likes it. Try to get it to come out.”
“H… how?” I ask.
“Stroke it.”
I do. My hand massages it the way I would Jules shoulder, and suddenly this thing the length of my arm is sliding out, stiffening and twitching in the air.
It’s too big. I’m not going to be able to get more than an inch of it into my mouth, if that. I’m not going to be able to fucking breath!
“Fuck, that’s fucking hot Jack. God, you’re amazing.”
Encouraged, I try to wrap my hand around him. It’s not NEARLY enough. I reach out my second hand and use it to slowly stroke him. I can hear Jules touching herself as she comes around, then she’s kneeling on his other side, hand inside her pants and cell phone pointed straight at me with this massive horse cock in between us.
“Lick it.” She says, and I move my face closer. The smell is unbelievable. I’m so horny right now that I could grind against the fucking dirt. My tongue darts out and slides up and down it. It’s rough, and the end is getting wider. If I’m going to try to put it in my mouth, it has to be now.
I open my mouth as wide as it can and lean in, wrapping my lips around it. Then I try to lower my head. I can get a couple inches in. Then the tip flares out and I splutter because there’s liquid coming out and I’m scared I’m going to drown. I pull back.
“That’s just the stuff he’s got to lube you up. Keep going.”
Keep going? That wasn’t his orgasm? Oh my god.
I move under him further. I have this crazy idea. I press my chest and stomach against his cock and slowly, really slowly start to move my body back and forth until I’m jerking him off with both arms and my entire fucking torso.
My shirt’s going to be ruined after this.
He likes it, I can tell because he’s getting even harder, and he’s snorting a lot now. He tries to move but Jules has got hold of his harness and is keeping him in place. I keep going. It’s hot and my shirt is soaking and as I speed up I can feel him beginning to twitch.
“Jules… I think he’s…”
She’s down next to me in an instant, vest off and lips wet. Was she kissing him? Can you kiss a horse? Then with a loud grunt and a huge twist Noble drives forward a few steps, sending his cock all the way up so it hits me in the cheek. I see stars as I feel a massive blast of hot, sticky liquid splatter against my face, spilling down in rivers onto my neck and shirt. He comes again and again, and I feel Jules next to me, then she’s got hold of my face and is shoving her tongue in my mouth as Noble continues to spray both of us with his equine cum. It’s pooling on the ground beneath us. Both our outfits are ruined, they’re so soaked in cum that I don’t think they’ll ever actually dry. I feel like I’ve been swimming in the stuff, and I can taste it as we make out underneath his heaving stomach and twitching erection.
He goes soft quickly, then steps away, leaving me crouched on the ground with Jules draped all over me. Every movement we make squishes and squeaks, and I laugh when I see Jule’s normally beautiful long hair completely tangled and dripping with the stuff.
“I think I’m going to fucking marry you.” Jules says, idly drawing circles in the cum on my cheek.
I gurgle out a laugh. “I think I’d say yes.”