Mom and Son Part Two

My master spent a lot more time than he desired or really had in teaching me the proper use of one. And I got a lot of practice in a stables including up to twenty horses at any one time. Deflections of proper usage, were often pointed out to me with scruffs to my neck or boots applied to my hindquarters. Never cruelly, but with the end product of making me a proper stable boy, from the ground up, as you might put it. The smells and sights of my work there never bothered me much at all, since it smelled no worse, but of another nature, to the smells of the unwashed in my previous family home. So, after the initial shock of now being on my own at such an early age, and being alone; I started to settle in to my tiny room, the camaraderie of the stable men and with the food that came to me in my room sometimes right from the owner’s table. It was delivered by one of the kitchen girls, older than me, but already taking notice of an up and coming new male on the estate. It was one of these kitchen girls that introduced me to the practice of mature bathing for cleanliness. They seemed to take personal delight in providing the tub and warm water to facilitate this, and this practice served me well in my intimate life as I grew older. They often took a hand in helping me to get the best results from this practice. And the serving pov girls often in my later teens remarked that I was cleaner and better smelling than most of their mistresses. When my Stable Master found out that I had some experience with forge work, he then diverted at least half of the time to aid their resident blacksmith. Getting me into the family trade at least part-time after all. I mostly worked with making and sizing up horse shoes to relieve the smithy of that time consuming and boring job. I considered anything that moved me from the business end of a pitchfork as a deliverance, indeed. After the success of this and my starting to grow into my mid-teenage years, I was mostly removed from tits the pitchfork usage and moved on to horse care. Starting with the washing of them down and the brushing of their hides. They seemed to know that I was still much afraid of them, and were not beyond putting me in my place at times. But, as they got used to my gentle manner in their care, they seemed masturbation to let up a bit on the cuffing of my ankles and the nipping of my arms to let me take the care of them that they so enjoyed. They never did fall in love with me, except for a couple of the mares who seemed to look at me at times and wish that I had four legs and was quite a bit bigger. But, they did adopt a much more gentle approach to my efforts to care for them. Starting at about the age of fourteen, the kitchen girls who had previously only aided me in my baths and in my keeping a couple of sets of clean clothing for my appearances at the big main house, started taking in a more of a personal interest in me. And the ages of them didn’t matter that much. The pleasure radiating through her body from his methodical stroking filled her with pleasure she'd never imagined. I kissed her softly and asked, “What turned you on most?” after a moment of silence As she mature entered the den her eyes flew open at the size of the two men seated on the couch. “I have so tits many women to choose from, it is scarcely a challenge for me and I grow bored sometimes”. It was good. Instead of looking like masturbation a cock, it looked more like a cone. Her tits look like muscles, firm and taut. big I felt refreshed and thought that it was a really nice way to wake up. wrapped around my hard cock. The walls of her pussy and anus tightened around James' intruding fingers, and she held his head tightly with her hands as she allowed the ecstasy to wash over her. I’m told that she’s bloody good in bed and that she gives an amazing blowjob. She must have taken a little time to pov rearrange her face because the makeup was less garish, not as sloppy. I CAN TAKE MORE PUNISHMENT THAN ALL OF YOU WIMPS PUT TOGETHER." I had to admit it was. Whoever it was, was creeping near me. I heard a sigh and realized that it was Dante. When I opened them, she had already leaned in and our lips softly connected. I sucked and sucked and milked every last drop of semen out of his magnificent penis. Reflected in the mirror, Doris still looked puzzled, but gave a small nod. I couldn't think. Allie was very close to a formidable climax, and Erin was well aware of it. And she could see Animal. “It was very different when we were young” she replied.