Jack Plows

Knowing the work day was at an end gave me a second wind. I did most of the work of getting the plow back to the barn, watching AJ's tail swish contentedly back and forth across her thick, muscular hind legs. Though the air outside was beginning to cool somewhat, the barn was stuffy and unbearably hot, hotter than it had been outside all day. Our sweat poured out with renewed force, and I threw my hat aside to wipe it away from my brow, streaking dirt across my face from my filthy hands. The grit and stickiness of old sweat clung to every part of my body. The smell of dust and silage was overpowering in the heat, and dust motes hung in the still air, illuminated by thin shafts of light from gaps in the barn walls.

We got the plow to its resting place. She tossed her hat onto a waiting hook and wiped her own face with a dirty hoof. She was as dirty, sweaty, and sticky as I was. "Alright, Jack, go ahead and unhook the tugs." She removed the ribbons from her mane and tail, shaking them off so the hair hung, messy, all around and over her face. She fanned her sweaty ass with her tail, and I caught sight of her winking sex, swollen with heat and hard work. Thinking of the opportunity now presented--or at least teased--I suddenly got a full erection rubbing inside my jeans. Uncomfortable, I had to adjust it through my pocket. A bead of sweat trickled down the curve of her thick, meaty plot; watching it put me over the edge. My heart beat faster, and I sucked air. My hands trembled.

"Well, what are you waitin' for?" she asked, impatiently.

I stepped over one of the broad leather straps to stand behind her, and she corrected my apparent error. "No, unhook it from the plow first, then we can get the rest of the tack offa me." But that wasn't my intention. I grabbed the reins and yanked hard, bringing her head back, a look of open-mouthed shock on her face. I rubbed my crotch along the top of her bare, sweaty ass. She tensed at the contact, holding her tail flat over her sensitive areas. I ground myself against her, holding the reins firmly in my right hand while caressing her freckled, cutie marked flank with my left. I looked at her face staring back at me in alarm, golden mane trailing in sweaty strands over her face.

"Wha...whaddaya doin' there, pardner?" She breathed shallow, panicked breaths, while I held my own.

What am I doing? This isn't like me, to force myself on a girl. But I was overwhelmed, intoxicated by her rugged country beauty, the muscles of her flanks, the sweat, the heat, the sick-sweet smell of silage. The pheromones. The glances of her vulva ever-so-subtly winking at me, convincing me that even if she didn't think she wanted it, her body needed it. I yanked the reins back harder, forcing her head back uncomfortably far. She cried out in surprise and panic, then took a sharp intake of breath. Her forelegs fell into a kneeling position, raising her haunches up to a more suitable angle.

With my left hand I unzipped my jeans, pulling them and my underwear down below my ass. I grabbed my dick and slowly traced one of the apples on her right flank, and played connect-the-dots with her freckles. "Now wait just a minute there, Jack," she spoke slowly, with little breath escaping her muzzle. I ignored her protestations. The sweat-slicked orange fur felt good against the tip of my glans, so I rubbed the entire shaft along her flank before bringing it up atop her tail. A part of me rebelled against what I was doing, shouting out at me from the better part of my brain, but it was drowned out by the blood rushing in my head. I slid my cock down through the ragged but soft blonde hair of her tail, then stroked her tail with my left hand. I slowly ran my thumb up the inside of her leg, sliding it along her left outer labia, tracing a line around her asshole, and finally forcing my thumb under the fleshy dock of her tail.

I looked at AJ's green eyes, partially obscured by her mane. She was saying something, her freckled face tense and ears perked up, but I couldn't hear her over my own pounding heart and the oppressive heat of the barn's stagnant air. She didn't look scared, exactly. Tense. Surprised. But maintaining enough calm to suggest she felt she could still talk her way out of this. She struggled, but between the traces hooked to the plow and my own hold on the reins, she was held fast. I yanked again on the reins, and she gritted her teeth, trying to pull her head back away.

Her forelegs splayed out further on the ground. My eyes danced along the freckles of her back and hindquarters. With no small effort, I managed to force her dock up with my left thumb, holding her tail firmly to the side. There was her trembling marehood, contracting, twitching, sticky and sweaty, an orange door to a pink house of pleasure. Hands-free, I rubbed the head of my penis up and down her slit, leaving traces of precum on her outer folds. I prodded at her dry entrance. She moistened slightly, but I, dry-mouthed, spit on my dick, and rubbed it around with my dirty left hand. Her tail fell back in front of her marehood, but I yanked it aside and bore down, trying to penetrate her with my raging erection. Her body resisted too much, so my cock just pressed against her pussy without success. Grabbing my shaft with my left hand, I brushed aside her tail with it and began forcing my way in, slowly. The head entered her. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, ears pinning back. Her entire body tensed at the intrusion.

I pulled the head out of her, and she relaxed somewhat. The blood in my head died down to a throbbing, dull roar. I could hear the pigs outside, making contented noises, and AJ's own shallow, sharp intakes of breath. "Jack," her voice trembled, "let's just get on inside and forget this ever happened." Her leg muscles strained as she tried to pull away. I spat at her swollen vulva, mostly missing and cursing under my breath. I didn't have any more saliva to spare, but drunk on my single-minded arousal I went ahead anyway.

I reentered her, and she tensed up again. I forced it in further against the tightness of her pussy. "Ow!" She buried her face under her right foreleg, her entire body shaking. As I pushed deeper, I felt a tearing inside her, and she cried out in pain. Her tensed, contracting vagina was the tightest hole I'd ever felt. I pushed past mostly dry folds and found that, deeper inside, she was wet. With my left hand, I held her generous ass cheek open to gain greater access, and pushed all the way in. She cried out a little louder. My face was over her back, and a single bead of sweat dropped from my nose to land on her soft, dusty fur.

Her bridled face was forced into the dirt by our combined weight, her straw-colored mane tousled and lying haphazardly around her head. Her face hidden by her leg, she whimpered and moaned, disturbing the dust of the floor with each of her exhalations. I dropped the reins, which ran over her back and rested on the dirt next to her, then grabbed her sweaty stifles with both hands for leverage.

I slowly brought my shaft outward, and forced it back in again, and repeated the motion, bringing the moisture from deep inside her to lubricate the entire depth of her canal. She was still unbelievably tight, and contracted around my member with almost painful force, but her vaginal muscles had lost some of their fight against my relentlessness. It took several full insertions and retreats to spread the moisture throughout her achingly tight vagina.

Her femininity fully slicked, I began pumping into her smoothly, slowly. She gave way, just barely, with each inward thrust, and held tight at my retreats. It felt like she was sucking me into herself. "Oh, fuck, AJ, you feel so good."

She whimpered. "It hurts. Ah, it hurts."

"Oh, fuck, it's good." I leaned over her, more sweat dropping from my body onto her rigid leather collar. I ran a hand along the ridge of her spine and the beefy curve of her flank, still pumping into her at a moderate speed. Wet, slopping sounds escaped her interior at each thrust. I grabbed her stifles with both hands again, but a hand slipped off from the sweat; I grabbed the leather crupper running over her back from flank to flank, and held tight. I rocked my hips back and forth to explore her full depths from the tip to the base of my cock. I reveled in the feel of her insides grasping my glans and massaging my shaft. Holding tight to the crupper, I started moving faster. Our sweaty bodies slapped together. My balls slapped on her rump. Her juices poured freely while I pounded into her, hard. "Oh, fuck, AJ, oh, fuck."

She whimpered softly, and groaned in an unclear mix of pain and pleasure. I was nearing climax, the heat rising within my loins. "I'm getting close," I husked between heavy breaths. Suddenly her hind legs gave out and she collapsed, nearly dragging me down until I loosed my grip on her tack and let it fall with her body. My dick slipped out of her, and my climax died down, unfulfilled. She was lying down on her left side, dirt sticking to the sweat of her heaving body.

I suddenly became aware of the intense aching of every muscle in my body, the effect of the day's hard labor. I struggled into a kneeling position, lifting her by her left ass cheek and right leg. A trickle of blood ran from her throbbing marehood, but the pang of guilt I felt was overpowered by my physical need. I forced myself back into her. It went in more easily this time, but she gasped and tightened down around my shaft again.

I grabbed the tug and crupper and held fast to them as I renewed my thrusting. Slick-slorp-slop-slorp-slap, I fucked her, strong curves of her flank trembling against my legs. Her breathing was shallow and fast. She uncovered her face and began watching me, wide-eyed, mouth open, her mane clinging with sweat around her freckled face. I continued thrusting, my muscles tight, her soaking sex swallowing my rigid cock with each pumping motion.

Then, I swear she began to move as well. Just barely, but I know she was moving her hips too, increasing her stimulation. I fucked her harder. She gritted her teeth, fighting back a cry of--pain? Pleasure? Both? She made a limp attempt to push me away with a foreleg, but her horseshoe just brushed against my stomach and fell lamely to the floor.

I felt my pleasure rising. "I'm getting close," I gasped into the stifling air.

"Not inside, not inside!" she protested. I adjusted my weight forward, edging deeper into her body.

My orgasm inched closer, welling up inside me. "Oh, fuck, AJ, I'm going to cum," I whispered.

"Pull it out, please," her eyes begged me, tears welling up there. I just looked back into her green eyes intently, my own mouth open. My breath came in ragged gasps. My dick started spasming, spilling my seed into her womb. She tightly shut her eyes. "It stings!" My continued thrusts coated her insides as more cum flowed from me into her, until, finally, my body shook, and I collapsed, exhausted, on top of her, both of us breathing heavily.

After long moments lying on top of her heaving, sturdy frame, I rolled to the side. I rested one arm under her neck. I kissed the opposite side of her neck, and she shuddered. I began stroking her mane with my free hand. Her entire body was still tense, but my stroking eventually relaxed her. She began sobbing softly, a few tears running down her face. Without moving from my position with her back pressed against me, I gingerly unstrapped her tack and removed it from her, leaving her naked.

When her quiet cries wouldn't stop, I hugged around her, rocking her, stroking and kissing the fur of her neck. I shushed her, whispering in her ear that I was sorry, and everything was going to be OK.