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beastiality
Two teenagers thrown together in total innocence
Lost when he was a nine year old
boy discovering a stack of Playboy magazines from the
frat boys daddy rented the old house to
He would walk by her
down the long driveway
she would be riding her horse in circles
Practicing for some horse show
a pickle in her vagina
her saddle banging
against her pussy for
an hour at a time
He would not look at her
until she had rode past
She would peek over her shoulder
and catch him in the act
of looking at her with his hard-on stare
Revealing his aching love
yet simultaneously denying it by
looking the other way in false modesty
and keep on walking away
On over to the neighbor boy across the road
to stick his little penis into his anus
When it came his turn to play the female
he chickened out
the other boy cried, NOT FAIR
They would go back to the boy's little horse barn
and using a little stool mount a mare
He walked back down the long driveway
would look at her back with a hard stare
in the throes of her lonely orgasm
she would look back in a pained pleasure
letting the love of his life
slip away
slip around the track of the wooden picket fence
the riding chamber
He shook off his recent bestiality
shrugging it off as practice
He grabbed a stalk of grass and
shoved it into his mouth
Tossed his rump up onto the fence and sat watching.
Startled at the normally shy boy who she made fun of in front of her friends at school, she pulled in the reigns hard
her horse braking to a stop and throwing its front legs to paw at the sky
She was caught off guard, having not practiced for the rodeo
fell to the earth missing the hoofs by inches
He sprung to life dashing accross the dusty mud earth towards her
reaching out his arms to hold her shoulders
while she took her last breath, staring into his dilated eyes
his tears falling onto her face bathing the dirt away
Her spine torn in two like the snap of a paltry dried stick
Carefully he raised her limp in his arms out of the gate
Slowly carrying her back to his bedroom
in a funeral march where he lay next to her lifeless body
for 3 hours
He respectfully and delicately reached into her panties to remove her riding pickle
but it was not there
It must have been swallowed within during the fall
he hypothesized, remembering when all was revealed to him
That hot summer bus ride home, the girls in the back
laughing, chattering, the occasional word drifting to his seat,
...call....yeah.....class....
...pickle...
It was too obvious what they were talking about
He looked for her last orgasm
frozen on her face
He looked intently for it
then
at that point he prepared then injected her with a chemical created in the biochem research lab of his father, which transitioned the chemical reactions caused by lack of oxygen, to re-accept the life giving flow of oxygen once it re-commenced upon his application of cardio-pulmonary resuscitation
And althoug his initial assessment of her broken spine proved to be just a sprain, and her lifeless body was in actuality only a faint and her breathing only slowed to an imperceptible shalowness, unperceived by the grief stricken boy,
She became greatly relieved at being given the opportunity to gracefully awaken back to consciousness
He gloried in her resuscitation and he became exceedingly joyful at having saved her young life
upon which she smiled and embraced him
And his parents called out to him to come to dinner and he held a finger to his lips to indicate silence, and that in a short period of time he would return to her side with smuggled foodstuffs to feed her recovering body
but soon she knew she would be missed at her own home so quietly climbed out of his window but not before tucking her panties under his pillow as a parting gesture of her own
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