Chapter 3: Frank's First Mare

When Twenty-year-old Frank Mullins from Natasha Ville, had started visiting the science laboratories horse paddocks shortly after a break-up with his high school sweetheart nineteen year-old Anna Biscond, the only daughter of local storekeeper, widower Martin Biscond, who hated the Mullins family and especially Frank.

Frank's thoughts were that maybe the mini horses would be better company; at least he hoped they wouldn't abuse him, they might kick or bite him but that would be his own fault. He had always admired the loyalty that the horses seemed to have for one and other.

He started taking more than a casual interest in watching animals mating. It was like an aphrodisiac to him. His upbringing forbade him to contemplate masturbation.

Therefore, he centred his Interests on horses, especially mares. He found a delight in watching the animals lock themselves in mating passions and rituals. He started spending most of his free time watching the mares belonging to farmers' around the areas that he roamed.

His passionate desire to watch animals in the act of copulation filled him with envy and jealousy. This form of voyeurism went to the extent of him wishing he were a stallion being able to mount a mare.

He started spending most of his spare time trying to befriend the research laboratory mares by offering them sugar cubes, carrots and apples by throwing the treats over the fence. It took three months before tithe mares became so used to seeing him that whenever he neared the fence they trotted up to him for some of the treats he always carried and thrown over the fence for them.

It was on one of those afternoons that a mare turned her rump toward him. He was quick to notice that she kept raising and swishing her tail. Her clitoris was winking as her cunt was oozing what looked like a thick white slime to him. He had read enough articles about mares to know that this mare was on heat and was waiting to breed.

It was late in the afternoon when he climbed through the fence. Standing inside the fence line, he suddenly remembered that he had seen a stallion and mare together and decided to act like a stallion. As always he was horny and had never had a pussy and right then the mini mare's winking clitoris looked good to him.

Stripping his shirt off, his jeans and underwear quickly followed. As he stood there in his boots and socks, his naked body shone with perspiration in the haze of the late afternoon sunshine. With his cock was poking out and upward from his groin, Frank knew it was 11 inches long because he had measured it often enough.

As he slowly approached the mare, she nickered to him as he neared her head. He petted her along the nose and neck, and snorted softly into her nostrils. As he worked back along her side, he pinched her gently but firmly with his thumb and forefinger — 'nipping' her as he had seen stallion do to a mare.

As he patted her just above her tail, she swung her rump toward him, tail high, her clitoris winking madly as her juices streamed from her hot pussy. He knew I had to have this beautiful mare.

His cock was throbbing and painful, aching for that sweet, hot pussy and release for his aching testicles. His Lust was overwhelming. The mare stood quietly waiting to breed. As Frank stood behind her patting her on the rump, she looked back at him in what seemed to be anticipation.