I want to thank Ladyfalcon for her assistance by making constructive comments and editing this story.

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Growing up on a farm in rural southern Illinois, unlike city kids, I had few other children to play with, and I had no siblings. Luckily, our farm neighbors, who lived on the farm next to ours, had a daughter, almost the same age as me. She was also an only child, so at a young age, we were thrown together as playmates, because the only other child our age lived three miles away. Her name was Sarah Kolb.

If you're familiar with southern Illinois, there are many hills mixed among the flat spots. Sarah's family grew corn, soybeans, and hay on their farm, because most of it was level. There was a small creek that flowed through a corner of Kolb's farm. That same creek flowed through the middle of ours, and about half of ours was hilly. On the flat part, my parents grew apples in an apple orchard, and on the hilly half we raised Christmas trees.

From about the third grade, Sarah and I would frequently ride our bikes to each others farm after school to have someone to play with. We spent a lot of time playing outside, wading in the creek, chasing butterflies, and riding our bikes. Sarah could run as fast as me and she didn't cry if she skinned her knee. She wasn't afraid of spiders, nor was she afraid to climb trees or to catch frogs. I liked her a lot because she was a rough and tumble girl. At the same time, she could be as sweet, ladylike, and pretty as a princess.

One time when I was playing at Sarah's house, I saw several trophies, medals, and ribbons on her mantle. I asked about them, and Sarah told me they belonged to her mom, Virginia. She said her mom had grown up on her grandfather's horse farm and that her mom had won all the prizes for horsemanship at horse shows.

When I asked why her mom didn't have a horse, Sarah said, "She was in a car wreck when I was two. She had a broken pelvis that didn't heal right--that's why she walks with a limp. She couldn't ride a horse after that, so she had to sell it."

Sarah went on to tell me she wanted a horse, but her parents said she was too young. So instead of a horse, Sarah had a black, mixed-breed, mostly-Labrador dog, named Abby. She told me her parents promised her a horse when she turned fifteen, if she maintained good grades. In return, she had to promise she would be the one who took care of it.

Over the next few years, Sarah dedicated herself to her school work and was always at the top of the class. Because of her love of animals, she always wanted to be a veterinarian.

By the time we reached high school, Sarah started developing feminine curves in all the right places. She blossomed from a cute girl into a beautiful young woman. She was slender, at 5-feet 5-inches, and 110 pounds. I loved how her blue eyes sparkled. She let her brunette hair grow and usually wore it in a ponytail that hung just below her shoulders. She had a small, turned-up, button nose and delicate rosy cheeks. Looking at Virginia and Sarah together, you might have thought they were sisters. Dad always said Sarah was "cuter than a spotted pup."

In mid-August of our freshman year, Sarah received one of her grandfather's prize horses, a registered, four-year-old, chestnut quarter horse, for her fifteenth birthday. She was his only grandchild, so he lavished her with a magnificent gift. Sarah's horse, named after the Greek mythological flying horse, was Pegasus. She was extremely proud of him. Pegasus was an elegant horse--strong, muscular, and fast. He was sixteen hands high and had a white star on his forehead.

As a stallion, his disposition was mostly gentle. Occasionally, he would act up, but he was much calmer than most stallions. His worst habit was to rub against wooden fences, and he broke some, requiring numerous repairs.

Pegasus was saddle-broke and had been ridden before Sarah received him, so she started riding him within a week after his arrival at Kolb's farm. Sarah and Pegasus bonded quickly. Virginia helped Sarah train Pegasus, and within several months, Pegasus could perform all the maneuvers required in horsemanship competition. Besides all the maneuvers required for horse shows, Sarah taught Pegasus several tricks and behaviors. On command, he could bow, shake his head, rear up on his hind legs, and paw the ground with a hoof. Sarah also used several special whistles as commands. She could call Pegasus from the pasture with one whistle. Another whistle would send him into the barn. With yet another whistle, she could get him to urinate on command.

When I heard that Pegasus would urinate when Sarah gave a special whistle, I was skeptical. One day when Sarah rode Pegasus to our farm, I told her I didn't believe it, so she said, "Stand back." Then she gave a warbling high-low-high, 'wee-oh-wee' whistle, and sure enough, he peed nearly a half gallon right there in front of us. She smugly smiled at me.

I asked, "Why would you want him to do that?"

"I don't like to muck out wet straw from his stall. Horse urine smells bad, so I put him in the pasture and get him to pee before I put him in the barn for the night. Otherwise, he pees on the fresh bedding I put in his stall."

"Whatever gave you the idea to train him to do that?"

"Grandpa trains his horses that way. He doesn't want them to pee during a horse show, so he gets them to pee before they go in the arena."

"Oh." After that, I never doubted Sarah.

With Virginia's guidance and training, Sarah became an expert horsewoman. Within about six more months, Sarah was winning showmanship and riding awards at local horse shows. Then she became interested in barrel racing. Her horsemanship and Pegasus' speed were responsible for winning a number of barrel races at rodeos and county fairs. Sarah and Pegasus won many ribbons and several cash prizes.

Sarah labored long taking care of Pegasus. Maintaining him was hard work. Beyond that, it was dirty and smelly. There were the daily feeding, watering, currying, bedding, and cleaning horse manure out of the stall. She had no days off, or days when she could sleep in. But Sarah enjoyed taking care of Pegasus. Caring for him made her a responsible, strong, young woman.

In the early summer before Sarah and I began our high school junior year, her father died of a heart attack. It shocked the farm community, because he was only 35 years old. His death left the burden of running the farm to Virginia. The Kolb's farm neighbors for several miles around pitched in and helped Virginia by harvesting the farm crops and helping with farm jobs that she and Sarah couldn't do. I also volunteered to help the Kolb's whenever I could. My ulterior motive was, of course, to spend more time around Sarah.

Sarah and Pegasus continued winning awards in various youth halter and showmanship classes. As a team, they excelled in barrel racing. Just after she turned seventeen, they won the state barrel racing title in the "youth 18-years and younger class." Several local newspapers published photos of Sarah, holding her trophy (which she dedicated to her father), while sitting on Pegasus. The American Quarter Horse Association picked up the story, and published an article in their quarterly about Sarah and Pegasus.

The publicity of their wins generated interest from a number of quarter horse owners who owned breeding mares. As a registered quarter horse, with a prize-winning lineage, plus numerous ribbons and trophies, Pegasus' foals could fetch a handsome price. Sarah and her mom would collect a substantial stud fee when Pegasus bred a registered quarter horse mare.

Other than having Sarah as a best friend in grade school, I really hadn't paid much attention to other girls. However, by the time I was in high school, my hormones dictated I pay more attention to the female of the species. There were several girls at Jackson who caught my eye, but Sarah was my first choice--we knew each other since we were kids, and her parents' farm was only a short distance away. Given the small mileage between farms, she represented the girl-next-door.

Sarah and I dated several times when we were sixteen and seventeen, and our relationship was slowly transformed. There was now something more delightful about being around Sarah than when we were kids growing up. When the weather was nice, we'd sit on the Kolb's porch swing and I'd put my arm around her. We'd talk about this and that, but nothing in particular. When we kissed, my heart began turning somersaults. Sarah's lips were so soft and sensuous that I couldn't get enough of her kisses. Our teenage infatuation was heating up.

Just after we turned eighteen, we started going steady. I told Sarah I loved her, and she responded saying she loved me. She would blush when I told her she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Her personality was pure sunshine.

During the late summer, Sarah entered a couple local horse shows. She invited me to go along and I was more than happy to accompany her and to cheer her on. At a September horse show, Sarah introduced me to her widower grandfather, Arthur. He seemed like a kindly old gent. I guessed his age was somewhere between 65 and 70. He had white hair, looking slightly like Colonel Sanders, except he had no mustache or beard. He'd come to the horse show to see Sarah compete.

Arthur asked if I minded if we sat together in the grandstand. I didn't know anyone else at the show, so I agreed. We chatted about his farm and his horses. He said his farm was several miles north of Mattoon. There were about twenty-five horses on his farm, he said, and a couple stable hands to help him take care of them. He'd bred pedigreed quarter horses on his farm for more than thirty years. Arthur told me he was proud that Sarah had trained Pegasus so well. Then he said Sarah had mentioned we were going steady.

"She likes you a lot, you know. The last time I saw her, you were the only person she talked about."

"I like her a lot, too," I said.

It was now Sarah's turn to compete in a Western Horsemanship event, so we both turned our attention to Sarah and Pegasus. Arthur pointed out how Sarah's saddle posture was perfect, how she placed the toes of her boots in the stirrups, and how she held his reins just right. Pegasus' ears were alert, and he obeyed each of her leg cues and reins to pivot, turn, stop, or back up. Pegasus and Sarah moved around the arena so smoothly, it was as if they were one. Arthur beamed when she and Pegasus finished. I thought she was doing well, but not being an equestrian, I couldn't tell if Sarah was doing better than her competitors. However, Arthur predicted she'd win another first place.

Sure enough, Arthur was right. We both stood and clapped with enthusiasm when Sarah's name was announced as the first place winner. Afterward, Arthur and I went to the stalls outside the arena and found Sarah and Pegasus. We both congratulated her on her first place win. Sarah hugged her grandfather and then me.

"I appreciate both of you coming to the show." Then she asked, "Grandpa, isn't he just about the most adorable boy in the whole world?"

Arthur agreed, leaving me somewhat embarrassed and proud at the same time, while Sarah's slender fingers held my hand. He and I helped Sarah load Pegasus into the horse trailer, and later we said goodbye to him, before heading home. While Sarah drove the pickup home, she told me stories about her grandfather and how, as a little girl, she learned to ride horses on some of his gentle mares.

When we started going steady, Sarah and I said we were "engaged to be engaged." As our mutual affection escalated, there was little doubt we'd eventually be married. During our dates, we kissed and did some light petting, but Sarah was such a lovely creature that I didn't want to wreck our bond by going any further. One time we were talking about marriage in generalities, and Sarah said she wanted to remain a virgin until she married.

Sarah and I continued dating through the winter, and we both kept busy with school work and activities. Even though our parents limited our dating to the weekends, there were the holidays, basketball games, the school play, and two school dances when I could spend some time with Sarah. Being in love with Sarah helped the winter fly by.

At long last, winter's hold diminished. About four months before our graduation from high school in 1963, Sarah, and I went on our first double date with two of our close friends, Bill and Kathy. We were all 18, except Bill, who had just turned 19. Bill and Kathy had been going steady for a couple months longer than Sarah and I.

Bill's car was in the shop for a few days, so I suggested we double date on Saturday evening. We'd attended a movie in town, then downed a hamburger and milk shake at a popular hamburger joint before heading home. About halfway there, Sarah and I heard some giggling coming from the back seat, followed by "Oh... Bill... oh... oh..."

I glanced toward Sarah as she turned to look into the back seat. She put her hand over her mouth, and with wide eyes, returned to her original position, staring straight ahead. A few seconds later, even from the dim illumination of the dashboard, I could see her cheeks turned crimson.

Driving Sarah home after dropping off Bill and Kathy, I asked, "What did you see in the back seat that made you blush?"

"You won't believe this, but Kathy had her knees up and her panties were around her ankles. Bill had his hand under her skirt."

"You're joking," I said.

"No, I'm not joking."

Sarah's disclosure astonished me. I didn't expect Bill and Kathy to be making out in the back of my car with Sarah and me in the front seat. Sarah and I had never engaged in that sort of behavior, so I understood why Sarah blushed. When we began dating, Sarah made a comment about not wanting to date a boy who "fooled around," so I tried not to cross the line for fear of losing her--she was the girl of my dreams.

When we reached Sarah's house, we sat and talked in the car for awhile. We talked about a number of things, but Bill and Kathy weren't discussed. The chilly air finally got too cold for us, so I walked her to the door. She gave me her usual polite kiss and a hug before going inside. On the way home, I wondered why Bill and Kathy were behaving the way they did. I knew they were going steady, but still I was surprised.

As I looked back on our relationship, I think it was shortly after our double date with Bill and Kathy when I sensed something began to change with Sarah, because it wasn't too long afterward when she started getting a little bolder. At first, she made a couple oblique statements about how surprised she'd been when she saw Bill's hand under Kathy's skirt. I didn't make any comments, trying to stay neutral about the whole affair.

I knew Kathy and Sarah had been best girl friends for a long time. They both owned riding horses, which is why they probably became best friends in the first place. Like most high school girls who are best friends, I was sure they never kept secrets from each other.

Until that time, Sarah and I had kissed and done some light petting, but it hadn't moved beyond that point. One evening a couple weeks later, it was just Sarah and me on a date. We came home from a movie and were sitting outside her house talking about our upcoming graduation, when she surprised me with, "Did you know Bill and Kathy have been having sex?"

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"Kathy told me. She said they did it the first time just a few days before our double date."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I guess it explains why Bill had his hand under her skirt when we double dated."

"We've been going steady for four months. Do you want me to put my hand under your skirt?"

"Well, that's not exactly what I meant. I don't want to get pregnant."

"Putting my hand under your skirt won't make you pregnant."

"I know that. I'm just afraid that we might not be able to stop."

"What if we both agreed about how far we'd go?"

Sarah shifted in her seat and I sensed she was about to say something, but she just sat there and appeared to be deep in thought. Several seconds of silence went by and I heard her sigh. She turned her head toward the passenger window and said in a low voice, "Steve, I'm all mixed up inside. Kathy says Bill gives her the most intense orgasms she's ever had..."

"And...?"

"Kathy and I were talking, and she said she and Bill really enjoy it. She said we'd been going steady for several months... Well, she said she thought we'd enjoy it, too."

"Are you telling me you want to have sex?"

"No. I'm telling you what Kathy said, but if you promised not to push me to have sex, I'd be willing to go farther than we've gone before."

Sarah had revealed something about herself I hadn't anticipated. It occurred to me that she was telling me what Kathy had said to distance herself from her comment.

"Maybe we ought to talk about this some more," I said.

She abruptly straightened in her seat and said, "I think I'd better go in—it's getting late."

I walked her to the door again. Her goodbye kiss and hug were about the same as always, leaving me wondering if she really believed what she'd said in the car.

Over the next day or so I replayed our conversation, trying to separate Sarah's thoughts from Kathy's. Was Sarah acting on her own, or was Kathy pushing her?

The following weekend, Sarah and I had another date. We both seemed to be skirting around the issue of making out that Sarah had brought up the previous date. Finally, I decided to clear the air once and for all.

"Sarah, you've known me since we were kids, and we've gone steady for four months, so I think you can trust me, right?"

"Yes."

"So if I promise not to force you into sex, how far are you willing to go?"

Sarah thought about my question for a few seconds, then in a quiet voice said, "I'm not sure."

"Would you let me touch your breasts?"

"Yes."

"Would you let me put my lips on your breasts?"

"I think so."

"Well then, would you let me put my hand under your skirt?"

She considered my question a little longer than the previous questions. "Only if I could slide my hand down your jeans," she said.

"There, that wasn't so difficult was it? Sarah, I give you my promise that I'll never go farther than we've agreed."

"Thank you, Steve. I know I can trust you and that you'll live up to your promise."

Now that we'd come to an understanding, our sexuality was out in the open. It really didn't change my feelings toward Sarah, and I don't think it changed hers about me.

Before our date ended, I slipped my hand under Sarah's sweater and placed it on her warm breast as I kissed her. I could feel her nipple swell and her sigh told me she enjoyed it. Even though I'd have liked to continue by suckling on her nipple, I thought I ought to go slow so as not to scare her off.

When I took Sarah home and walked her to the door, she gave me a lusty kiss before going inside. "Good night Steve, and dream of me," she said.

Our next few dates were interesting in that Sarah let me be bolder than I'd ever been. I was able to unsnap her bra and feel her breasts under her sweater. One date, I was able to put my mouth on her left nipple and flip it with my tongue, which brought a deep moan from Sarah. Each time after our dates, I had to go home and relieve my erection by hand.

At long last, on a date I'd suckled both her breasts and from her moans, I knew she was getting sexually aroused. Sarah finally slipped her hand down my jeans, and I don't think I'd ever had a harder erection as she fondled my penis. It felt so incredible that I ejaculated all over her hand. It was so embarrassing, but Sarah laughed it off, "At least one of us got some relief," she said.
The previous fall Sarah and I had both applied for admission to the University of Illinois and were now awaiting replies from the admissions office. Sarah was trying to obtain a scholarship for pre-veterinary medicine, because Virginia didn't have the funds to send her to college. I had applied for admission in an undergraduate agricultural degree program

One day in early April, I received an acceptance letter from the University of Illinois, saying I'd been accepted. I was walking on cloud nine. The first thing I did after telling Mom and Dad, was to drive to Sarah's farm to give her the good news. Sarah was also happy that I'd been accepted. She still hadn't heard from her scholarship application, but was crossing her fingers that she'd get an acceptance letter like mine.

After school, a week or so later, I stopped to see Sarah and she was in a dismal mood. When I asked what was wrong, she said she'd received a rejection letter on her scholarship application. There had been a half dozen scholarship slots and she'd missed out. I really felt sorry for her--she'd worked so hard and was at the top of the class. If anyone deserved a scholarship, it was Sarah. I did my best to comfort her. Even though she tried putting on a good face, I knew she was discouraged.

Another week went by, and Sarah just wasn't herself. Her spirit seemed crushed, and it showed. We dated once after she received her rejection letter, and the effervescent Sarah that I knew and adored had disappeared. It took another week or so until her mood softened, yet there was still a forlorn look to her--she looked like someone who'd just attended a funeral of a good friend. She finally resigned herself that she wasn't going to college in the fall. Although I tried cheering her up, there was just a glimmer of the Sarah I'd known before she received her rejection letter.

By late April, the weather had finally warmed, and Sarah's spirits seemed to be lifting somewhat. One afternoon, Sarah and Kathy were riding together, exercising their horses. Sarah was riding Pegasus, and Kathy was riding her horse, Ardmore. They stopped by our farm so Sarah could deliver a recipe or something from Virginia to my Mom. Sarah handed me Pegasus' reins and went inside our house to deliver it, leaving Kathy and me alone with the horses.

Kathy's personality was completely different from Sarah's. I always thought Kathy was too forward. Mostly, she spoke whatever was on her mind. Many times her language was somewhat coarse, and she frequently told bawdy jokes. She also liked to tease.

Kathy asked in a jesting way if Sarah and I had "done it." The question caught me by surprise, and I didn't answer, not knowing what prompted her question.

Then she said, "I'll take that as a 'no.' I'll bet you'd like to do it with her, wouldn't you?"

Even though the thought had crossed my mind many times, I wasn't about to tell Kathy, when I knew they never kept secrets between one another. I could feel my ears burn, and dropped my eyes onto the dirt, too embarrassed to say anything. I pushed some dirt around with the toe of my boot.

Kathy continued, "Sarah needs to lose her cherry. I know she'd enjoy doing it with you. I'll talk with her about it."

I didn't know what to say to Kathy, but just then Sarah came bouncing out of the house and joined us. Sarah saw my flummoxed look, and said, "Steve, is something wrong?"

Kathy answered for me. "No Sarah. We were just talking about you and Steve, and he choked on something."

Sarah said, "Poor baby," and gave me a peck on the cheek. Then she climbed into Pegasus' saddle, and they both rode off.

I don't know specifically what Kathy talked about with Sarah, but by the time early May rolled around, I noticed a definite change in Sarah.

Our petting escalated to a new level, when on one date, after I'd suckled on both her breasts, Sarah moved my hand under her skirt at the top of her panties. I worked my hand down until my fingers reached her pubic hair. She spread her legs and I was able to touch the first pussy I'd ever felt. Sarah's breathing changed and I sensed she was enjoying where my fingers were roaming.

"Oh... Oh, Steve," she whimpered.

A minute or so later, Sarah said, "Steve, we'd better quit before I get so carried away that I can't say 'no'."

I didn't want to quit, either, but I realized that if we didn't stop we'd end up having sex. That evening at her front door after our date we shared the lustiest kiss we'd ever had. I know Sarah could feel my erection pressing into her, and she pressed her groin into mine.

One evening a few evenings later, Sarah and I were sitting on the porch swing again, talking. Sarah laid her head on my shoulder and was tracing her finger around my thigh.

A few seconds later, she sighed and said, "Steve, we've been going steady for several months. Do you think we might do it sometime?"

"I thought you wanted to remain a virgin until you're married."

She lifted her head and looked directly into my eyes. "I'm so torn. On one hand, I want to wait. On the other hand, we love each other..." She didn't finish, but the tormented look on her face left me no doubt she was having an internal struggle.

I gave her a hug. "Sarah, the choice is yours to make. I don't want to influence you one way or the other. I'm a male, so you know what my decision would be. I know if I forced myself on you, though, I'd come to regret it later."

Inside, my teenage hormones were battling my upbringing. Our parents, school, and church had all taught the morals we lived by. We knew right from wrong, and knew we shouldn't surrender ourselves to sexual passion. Like many other young couples, we fought the same moral dilemma--should we succumb to the desires of the flesh, or remain on the high road? Sarah and I had reached the fork in the road--which fork we chose could affect our lives forever.

Sarah sighed again, "It's so difficult--I have these feelings toward you and I can't live them out."

"I know. Maybe we should just wait awhile and see what our hearts say." We agreed that we'd think it over some more and discuss it again in a few days.

Several evenings later, it was the mid-May, and we were looking forward to our high school graduation at the beginning of June. The evening was warm--Sarah and I were again sitting on her porch swing, talking, kissing, and petting.

Sarah asked, "Have you thought any more about us having sex?"

"Yes--I've thought about it a lot. It seems like the natural progression of our love for one another, but if you want to wait until we're married, I'd honor your wish."

"I've changed my mind about waiting until marriage, but I think we ought to wait until the time is right--for both of us. I love and trust you with all my heart--it's just that something inside me says we should wait awhile longer."

A few minutes later, she said a horse owner would be bringing his quarter horse mare to their barn in a couple days for breeding. She and her mom would board the mare, named Honey, until the mare went into her estrus (heat) cycle and could be bred. They'd collect several hundred dollars for a stud fee and boarding.

"Pegasus hasn't bred a mare before," Sarah said. "Mom thinks he might misbehave when he's around a mare in heat. I guess it's a male thing. Could you help hold Pegasus' lead rope, just in case he misbehaves, when he covers Honey?" In horse breeders' terms, breeding a stallion with a mare is called "covering the mare."

"Sure I can help," I said. "I've never seen horses breeding. All we have on our farm are apples and Christmas trees." It seemed interesting, but then nearly anything related to sex is interesting to an 18-year-old male.

"I've seen horses breeding a couple times on Grandpa's farm. Mom used to help when they bred horses, so she knows what to expect," Sarah said.

The next Friday, Sarah and I were on the way to school when she said Honey was showing signs of estrus. Honey was putting her rump toward Pegasus' stall and he was responding by whinnying and paying a lot more attention to her. Virginia thought Saturday morning would be the right time to let Pegasus cover Honey.

Over dinner, I told Mom and Dad the Kolb's needed some help on Saturday, and I didn't know how long it would take. Mom said she felt proud of me helping Virginia around her farm without asking for any pay.

On Saturday morning the phone rang early; it was Sarah. She said Honey was indicating she was receptive to Pegasus, and could I please come to their farm and help her control Pegasus while he covered Honey?

I gulped down my breakfast and told Mom and Dad I was going to the Kolb's farm. I still didn't provide any specifics about what kind of help the Kolb's needed.

Five minutes later, I turned off the dirt road into the long lane that snaked past a row of large maple trees to the Kolb's barnyard. I didn't see anyone, but when I stepped out of the car, I heard Sarah call, "Steve, we're in the barn."

When I entered the barn, it took awhile for my eyes to adjust to the dim light. It only took a few seconds, though, to know there were horses in the barn--the aroma accosted my nostrils, plus I could hear Pegasus whinnying. The faded red barn was old, but big, and sturdy--maybe a hundred years old. There were four horse stalls on one side of the barn, a reminder of when farmers needed that many horses to farm. The first two stalls were empty. Honey was in the third stall, and Pegasus was in the last one.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see Sarah in Pegasus' stall, and Virginia in Honey's stall. They were both dressed in jeans, riding boots, and long-sleeved, plaid shirts. Sarah asked if I'd open the large sliding doors at the back of the barn to let in some light and fresh air. When I opened the doors, the fresh air was much more agreeable than the earthy, pungent smell of the horse stables. The bright sunlight shone through the doors onto the barn floor. Pegasus' whinnying was more agitated than I'd ever heard him. Virginia said he'd awakened her at dawn and was sure Pegasus had tried to get to Honey all morning.

Since Virginia had experience with breeding horses, she described how she wanted to control them. She was going to tie Honey to a post outside the barn, and place breeding hobbles on her. Virginia would have Honey in a position facing the barn. Then Sarah and I were to lead Pegasus, from the side, out of the barn, facing Honey. She cautioned us not to get between the horses, because she didn't know what Pegasus might do. She also said, by all means, not to stand behind either of the horses where we might be kicked.

Virginia handed me a length of soft, sturdy rope and asked me to carry it to the barnyard. She led Honey to the barnyard and tied Honey to the post. Virginia said the rope hobbles on Honey's hind legs would prevent her from kicking us or Pegasus when he covered Honey. She hobbled Honey at her hocks, then tied a ribbon to Honey's tail and pulled it aside, to prevent Pegasus' erect member from getting entangled when the horses were breeding.

I headed back into the barn to help Sarah lead Pegasus outside. As we led Pegasus from the barn, Virginia pointed to where we should lead him so Honey could see him. That way, Honey would know he was there and wouldn't get spooked. We led Pegasus toward Honey and she turned her head toward him. Then she dropped her rump. Virginia said that was what mares do when they are in heat and a stallion is near.

Virginia motioned that we should lead Pegasus in a large arc. She wanted us to lead him around to Honey's rump. As Pegasus neared Honey, he definitely showed an interest in her. He started prancing, and bucked a couple times. Sarah and I both needed to hold tightly on his lead rope to restrain him.

As he approached Honey, he dropped his nose to the ground. He sniffed the soil where Honey had urinated and put his nose up to her tail. Pegasus rolled his upper lip and let out a loud whinny. He moved directly behind Honey, and within a few seconds, his large penis started to erect. First, around twelve inches came out of its sheath--then eighteen--twenty-four inches, at least.

He reared up on his hind legs and three times tried mounting Honey, but his stiff penis kept getting caught under Honey's belly, between her hind legs. Sarah released the rope and started toward Pegasus to move him back, but before she reached him, his flailing penis finally found its way into Honey's vagina. The muscles in his hind legs rippled as he pushed his huge penis into Honey. He made a couple more huge lunges and thrust his erect phallus entirely into Honey's rump. His front hooves were now on either side of Honey's ribcage. He snorted and stamped his rear hooves, thrashing his tail.

Having lived on a farm all my life, I'd seen cattle and pigs breeding out in a pasture, but this was up close--perhaps a dozen feet away. It was the first time I'd ever seen horses breeding. Watching Pegasus' huge erect penis thrusting into Honey caused my penis to stiffen, and I had no control of it. Although watching the horses was eye-riveting, it was at the same time awkward, because I was facing Virginia and we were standing only a few feet apart. I started to blush, and could feel my face flush. Then my eyes met Virginia's. Being a mother, with a beautiful teenage daughter, she was quite aware what kind of thoughts were going through my head. Nor could she miss the bulge in the front of my jeans.

Before I had a chance to turn away from Virginia, Sarah came back to where I was holding the rope. She saw my fire-red face, and I was sure she saw the lump behind my fly. Then Sarah started to blush. There was a definite tension in the air, all around. Everyone was silent while the horses were breeding.

Unlike me, Virgina seemed fairly casual about the horses breeding--just business as usual--maybe she'd seen it so many times that it didn't affect her anymore. She finally broke the silence, "Looks like no horsing around today. He didn't give her any foreplay or even blow in her ear."

After about twenty seconds, Pegasus pulled out, and dismounted from Honey. There must have been a pint of both horses' cum running out of Honey's vagina. It took awhile until his dangling penis retracted into its sheath.

Virginia said, "It looks like he went off inside her. That's a good sign. We can let them nuzzle for a bit."

She told Sarah to lead Pegasus to Honey's shoulder. Pegasus laid his head across Honey's mane, as if to say, "Honey, was it as good for you as it was for me?" Then he gave her a nip with his teeth. About a minute later, Virginia asked Sarah to put Pegasus back to his stall, so she led him away.

Virginia knelt down to remove the hobbles from the Honey's left rear leg and I walked around Honey to remove the rope from her right one. Her eyes were about the same height as my still-throbbing penis and I saw her staring under Honey's belly directly at the front of my jeans.

I muddled something like, "Uh, let me--I'll untie this one."

After we untied the ropes restraining Honey's rear legs, Virginia stood up and untied Honey's lead from the fence post. She led Honey back to her stall, and I followed, on the other side of Honey, hoping she didn't notice my erection.

Sarah put Pegasus in his stall, then opened the door to Honey's stall. After Virginia put Honey in her stall, she said, "Thanks Steve. Other than Pegasus' bucking a couple times, I thought he behaved fairly well for his first time. I'm glad it's over, though. We'll probably breed Pegasus and Honey again on Monday.

Would after school be OK with you, Steve?"

"Sure. I'll be available."

I was thinking that somehow I was going to have to control myself better on Monday. I couldn't embarrass myself again in front of Sarah and Virginia.

"Good. I'm going to the house to bake some chocolate chip cookies." With that, she left the barn.

A minute or so later, Sarah came out of Pegasus' stall with his halter in her hand. She sat down on one end of a bale of straw. She looked around the barn. "Where'd Mom go?"

"Oh, she said she's going to bake some chocolate chip cookies."

"Steve, she knows how much you like them."

"You have a very sweet mom."

I sat on another bale of straw, a couple feet away, facing Sarah. "I love you, Sarah." Then I bent forward and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too, Steve." It was music to my ears when she said she loved me.

"This was the first time I've ever seen horses being bred."

She gave me a knowing grin. "I noticed your reaction. It looked like you'd stuffed a flashlight down the front of your jeans."

"Well, watching Pegasus thrusting that huge penis into Honey made me horny."

"Yeah, I know. I was wondering how it must feel for Honey to have that enormous thing in her."

"I think Pegasus enjoyed it."

"And Honey didn't resist."

Merely recalling Pegasus mounting Honey had the same effect on my penis as watching the horses. It was no longer under my control, and I was having another massive erection, which wasn't lost on Sarah.

"It looks like that thing of yours is trying to get out of your jeans."

"It's going to take an hour until your mom's cookies are baked, and I have a condom. I think the time is right, don't you?

"Steve, if you really want to know, I've dreamed of us having sex for a couple months, but not now."

"Why not?"

"I've always wanted our first time to be romantic. You know--candles, soft music, a fireplace..." Her voice trailed off. "But not in a horse barn. Steve, I don't feel very feminine. I'm sweaty--I even smell like a horse--and last night I started my period."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Indeed I was.

Damn the luck. Just when the remotest possibility for sex arose, Sarah was having her period.

She reached forward and patted me on my thigh, then she stood up and put a hand on each of my cheeks and gave me a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Poor baby, I know what you must be going through, because Kathy told me Bill gets blue balls when he has an erection and they don't have sex."

A naughty smile crossed Sarah's face. "We'll have to take care of that bulge in your jeans, won't we?" She grabbed my hand. "Come with me, we need to put down a horse blanket."

She led me to the back of the barn where several horse blankets were stored, next to a pile of straw bales. She told me to take a horse blanket and open it on a small, flat pile of straw near the open barn doors at the back of the barn.

The back barn doors were still open and sunlight streamed through them onto the barn floor. The straw and hay dust in the air diffused the sunlight and filled the barn with a nice glow. The back of the barn faced a grove of blooming locust trees. A gentle breeze from the trees came through the open doors and the aroma from the locust blooms reminded me of honeysuckle. The waft of the locust tree aroma was definitely better than the musky, horse stable smell.

"Remove your jeans and lay down on the blanket. I'll help get rid of your blue balls. That should make you feel better."

I was somewhat reluctant, but Sarah's offer to relieve my blue balls overrode my hesitancy. So I kicked off my boots and jeans and sat down on the blanket. Sarah knelt down beside me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. I wrapped my arms around her and found her lips slightly parted. I slipped my tongue in her mouth, which caught her by surprise. She gasped, and then we went back to kissing each other deeply. We kissed passionately for several seconds.

When I pulled her on top of me, I could feel her warm breasts through my T-shirt. I tried to continue kissing her, but she pulled away.

"Steve, we're here to take care of your problem, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. Now I remember."

My penis was standing at rigid attention. Sarah looked down at the tent in my boxers. "We'd better fix that thing before you tear a hole in your shorts."

Sarah tried pulling my shorts down, but the waistband was trapped between me and the horse blanket. I lifted my hips and she tugged my shorts to my ankles, and I kicked them off. Her eyes widened as she examined my erect penis. Even though we'd done some petting on recent dates, it was done in the dark, and I'd barely made it to third base.

"This is the first time I've seen all your male apparatus. It's bigger than I expected," Sarah said.

Sarah seemed inquisitive. She touched my penis and giggled. "It's so hard, with a cute little slit in the end. I didn't realize your penis curved like that. I always thought a boy's penis was straight."

"The harder it gets, the more it curves," I said.

I felt her fingers on it as she gently touched it all around.

"Did you have surgery on your penis?"

"No, why?"

"There's a dark line on the bottom of it that looks like a scar. I thought maybe you'd had surgery or something."

"I can't explain it. It's been that way ever since I can remember."

She softly stroked my scrotum. As she cupped her hand under it, she moved her fingers and thumb. "Your scrotum is all wrinkly like Pegasus'."

"But I'm not hung like him, right?"

She laughed. "No, but yours is cuter. Did you know your left testicle hangs lower than your right one?"

"That's another thing I can't explain. You can feel them if you want."

She cautiously squeezed each one, as if it was a fragile bird egg, and smiled. "Your testicles are bigger than I thought they would be. Kathy called them balls, but they aren't balls at all, they're oblong."

Sarah was silent for a few seconds. She wrinkled her brow, and her face had a slightly puzzled look. "Your scrotum doesn't look blue."

Then she asked, "When you have blue balls, do they hurt?"

"It's more of a discomfort than pain right in my scrotum," I said.

"Kathy says Bill has pain until she relieves it."

I wondered if Bill really experienced pain, or if he was stringing Kathy along. Maybe I should have told Sarah blue balls caused me pain, too.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of it for you."

She made a circle with her thumb and forefinger and wrapped it around my penis. Then she started gently moving her warm hand up and down the shaft.

"Kathy told me this is what she does for Bill."

"Oh Sarah, that feels good."

By this time my penis was so stiff that it was almost painful. After a few seconds I told her she could grip it a little tighter and stroke it faster.

She altered her grip and started stroking my penis like she was milking a cow. Her grip was quite strong and each stroke sent shivers up and down my spine. I felt my heart slamming against my rib cage and my toes involuntarily curled under. My breath was coming in big gasps. She occasionally stopped the milking action and changed hands.

I started getting a feeling in my lower abdomen, like the feeling when you crest a hill in a roller coaster. From somewhere in my pelvis there was an indescribable feeling that was taking over my entire body. In what seemed like a few seconds, I said, "I'm going to cum."

Sarah changed her grip again while still stroking the shaft. She gently grasped my scrotum with her other hand and massaged my testicles. I could feel the muscles in my legs start to spasm and I couldn't stop it.

I managed, "Oh, Sarah... Oh... Ahh..."

When I ejaculated, it felt much better when Sarah did it than when I did it myself. The first spurt narrowly missed her, flying several feet in the air. She quickly aimed my penis away from her and kept stroking as I sent half a dozen large spurts that went every which direction. Quite a bit landed on my hip and scrotum. Some of my semen had dribbled across her hand and into my pubic hair. Sarah slowed her stroking until she was barely moving my penis.

"Sarah, that felt so... good. I thought I was in heaven--I just wish it could have lasted longer."

"Wow, you were so full of sperm," she giggled. "I made your geyser erupt, didn't I?"

"Sarah, there's a bandanna in the pocket of my jeans. You can blot your hands on that."

She retrieved my bandanna and wiped her hands. Then she wiped the sticky mess off my hip and scrotum.

She smiled. "I've never seen that before--it was quite a sight. I hope that takes care of your blue balls."

"Yes, and I enjoyed every second of it."

"You'd better put your jeans on, before Mom comes looking for us."

"Your mom's baking cookies. She wouldn't let them burn."

"Anyway, you'd better put your jeans on before you get caught."

"Thanks for the relief." I sat up and gave her a long sensuous kiss.

I put on my shorts, jeans, and boots. Sarah brushed the straw off the back of my shirt and jeans. On the way back to the house, I dropped my bandanna through the open window of my car. Sarah and I washed our hands at the water spigot outside the farm house.

When we reached the kitchen door, we could smell the odor of freshly baked cookies. One batch of cookies was already cooling, and Virginia was putting the second batch into the oven when we walked in. Sarah and I sat down at one side of the kitchen table, and held hands under the table. Virginia handed us each a delicious, warm, chocolate chip cookie.

I took a bite. "This is one of the best chocolate chip cookies you've ever made."

"Mom, he's just flattering you," Sarah said.

Virginia smiled. "He says that all the time, but I've seen through his blarney for years, Sarah. All the same, I've always enjoyed the nice things he says about my cookies."

Virginia changed her tone of voice. "Steve and Sarah, now that I have you both together, I want to give you some motherly advice."

She walked to the end of the table. "Mothers have a sixth sense concerning some things..."

Sarah and I gave each other a furtive glance.

"Steve, I've known your family since before you were born. I've watched you and Sarah grow up to become playmates and best friends. However, at this point, I know you're far beyond being best friends. Since you're both eighteen, and adults, I can't watch over you all the time. You're old enough now to make your own decisions."

Virginia left the kitchen and walked down the hall to the bedroom. We heard some drawers open and close. A few moments later she came back into the kitchen with half a dozen condoms. She handed three to Sarah and three to me.

Sarah had a perplexed look on her face. "Mom--Mom, why are you giving us these?"

"I've seen the way you two have been acting recently, and I can tell you're deeply in love. I'm not giving you permission to use them. In fact, I'd hope you'd wait until you're married. At the same time, I realize that when two people love one another, sometimes things happen."

Sarah squirmed in her seat and I started to blush.

Virginia resumed her discussion, "Breeding the horses today reminded me of a day many years ago, and I want to relate it to you so you don't make the same mistake as me." She was silent for several seconds, as if searching for the right words. She was looking at Sarah, but instinctively I knew what she was going to say included me.

"When I was your age--it was just a couple months before we graduated from high school. Well, your late father and I were helping breed horses like today, and afterwards... Let's just say we were so much in love and sexually excited that we did it in the back seat of his car that night. It was our first time, and we didn't use any protection. That's when I became pregnant with you. I don't want the two of you to have an accident."

Sarah let out a muffled gasp. "Oh Mom--you never told me that before."

She stood up next to the table and hugged Virginia. A tear started running down her cheek. "I love you, Mom."

They hugged each other for awhile and both of them shed more tears. I didn't have anything to add, so I let them share their emotional moment.

Virginia broke the ice again when she said, "Oh my--look how late it is. I'll bet the two of you are hungry as wolves. I'll fix lunch while you wash your hands. You love birds can sit on the porch swing and I'll bring your lunch to you."

Virginia wiped away some tears with the hem of her apron and started making lunch. She made grilled cheese sandwiches and lemonade for us. After lunch, she brought us a couple more chocolate chip cookies.

Sarah and I sat in silence on the porch swing awhile, holding hands, enjoying each other's company. She laid her head on my shoulder.

"Sarah, you're awfully quiet. What's on your mind?"

"I was thinking about Mom and Dad in the back of the car. I had no idea I was conceived as the result of their accident."

"You're the most beautiful accident I've ever seen."

Sarah smiled, "It's just the shock, I think, learning my parents weren't married when I was conceived."

"Does it matter if they were married? Both your parents loved and cared for you, and those are the most important things."

"It's starting to make sense now. One time I was looking at Mom and Dad's photo album, and thought Mom's wedding dress looked larger than her high school graduation dress. Mom said she and Dad were married just a few months after they both graduated from high school. Her pregnancy must have just started to show. I didn't know I was under her wedding dress in that picture."

Sarah became quiet for another minute or so. Then she said, "Steve, what are you thinking about?"

"Today... The horses... What your mom said about condoms--and what you did for me. I really, really enjoyed how you relieved my blue balls. When can I repay your favor?"

Sarah sighed and gently squeezed my hand. "I wish we could have done it today, but graduation is only a couple weeks away. Mom says we're old enough to make our own decisions, so my decision is to give you my virginity as your graduation gift."

She threw her arms around my neck and gave me a sultry kiss. "I love you, Steve."

"Are you really sure that's what you want to do?"

"Steve, remember we said we'd wait until the time is right? I think after graduation will be right, don't you?"

Who was I to argue? "Sarah, since that's your decision, I'll be happy to accept your most personal gift. And I love you--more than you'll ever know. I want you to have my virginity, too, as your graduation gift."

We kissed again, to seal the promise. Over the past few weeks we'd wrestled with our moral dilemma, and as I suspected all along, the pull of our sexual urges was stronger than our moral teaching.

The following Monday I helped hold Pegasus' lead rope again. This time I knew I shouldn't watch the horses' breeding as closely as I had on Saturday, and that I should hold the rope with my other hand, keeping my back to Virginia. I did better, the second time. At least my erection wasn't as apparent as it was the first time Pegasus covered Honey.

By the third time we tied Honey to the fence post in the barnyard, Pegasus knew what was going to happen. He started to whinny and nicker. It was all Sarah and I could do to restrain him as we lead him from his stall toward Honey. His penis started to erect as soon as he exited the barn. Pegasus covered Honey this last time before her owner picked her up from Kolb's farm. Although I'd witnessed Pegasus covering Honey three different times, I'd had an erection every time the horses were bred.

June eventually arrived, and with it, our high school graduation. Sarah was the valedictorian. Her valedictory speech was typical of most graduation speeches--about how we were at the beginning of our adult lives and how we could do anything we put our minds to. Toward the middle of her speech, she faltered when she mentioned how much she wished her late father could have attended her graduation. Tears began welling in her eyes. She turned her back to the crowd, and we could see her bent over, crying into her handkerchief. Mr. Wilson, our principal, went to the podium to comfort her.

Most of the ladies in the audience pulled out their hankies and cried along with Sarah. Some of the men also brushed away a tear or two. It took several minutes before she regained her composure and continued her speech.

When Sarah finished, Mr. Wilson made a short speech saying how proud he was that Jackson High School received a higher percentage of excellent test scores than most of the big city schools. After the speeches, the band played. Then as each graduate's name was called, we walked across the stage, and Mr. Wilson handed us our diplomas. Sarah received her diploma first and returned to her seat in front of the stage; the rest of us received ours. People clapped and cheered as each graduate received their diploma.

As I was walking off the stage, I heard a familiar warbling 'wee-oh-wee' whistle. I looked down at Sarah, and from behind her tear-stained handkerchief, she gave me a big smile and a sly wink.

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