We named him Merlin. The second thing that happened is that I started horse riding, and with it came a deep and intense love for horses. At that time ...he closest I had ever come to sexual contact with a horse was handling a horse’s cock – not sexually, I was cleaning his genitals. The only time anything sexual occurred to me around horses was when, on a long trail ride, a seam of my jeans was pressing into my clit. I was surreptitiously grinding myself on the saddle for about 10 minutes but. As he finger fucked me all I could do was surrender to it like the dirty slut I was and he knew he had me hooked. After listening to me moan and sigh for several minutes he pulled his fingers out of me. I felt him get into position behind me and in between my legs when I felt what I thought was his cockhead press against my pulsing asshole. As I felt him surge into me I realized it was not his cock as whatever he was using was stretching me to my limit as he pushed it deep into my ass until he. I awoke again about five minutes later, got dressed and wolfed down my breakfast, I had toast and milk. I quickly gathered my things , rings, wrist band, scarf and my wallet I went into my wallet to see how much I had, I had about £10, my ID card and my condom which I had had in my wallet since I was 11. I quickly gathered my makeup, now I'm not gay or a drag queen but I am a goth and I wear a bit of makeup, just some foundation, eyeliner, lipstick, nail polish, and eye shadow, the basic gothic. He went down on my stomach, licked it, and then licked my navel.He turned me around and was licking my back, starting from the neck to the waist. I was feeling so that I wished it never ends. He was also doing it like he was very good at making me hot.Now he went down and opened my panty and turned me around. He looked at me from top to bottom lying on the bed. He raised one leg and kissed my foot. He kept kissing, moving towards my thigh, and with each kiss, I was getting more and more.