.."Standing to the right, Janice began stroking the stallion's sides, feeling his warm flesh, feeling the strange silky touch of his slick hairs again...st her hand. It was so odd, her standing there in the stall, stark naked with this horse panting nervously, excitedly next to her. Running her fingers up and down his sides, she felt the muscles quivering, felt his flesh warming to her touch.Slowly, gently, her hand went back to the horse's hindquarters. Janice stopped once more, closing her eyes. Before your foul little blackmail is done, your treat may very well become the trick. You may have to sacrifice your soul to gain that which you most desire."With that hoarse declaration, the old crone muttered a few unintelligible words. She made a few strange gestures in the direction of the man at the doorway.The man looked down at himself, only to find that he was still the same."Nothing happened," growled the disappointed man."Of course not. It is not that easy. I gave you the ability to. I guess that's where I get my own shy streak from. Her friends became more prominent around our house and things always seemed to be pretty quiet and uneventful. My mom's best friend was Margaret, a forty-something brunette who taught English at a local high school. She was the most regular of my mom's visitors and was visiting on that Wednesday night that reshaped my world. It was almost midnight and I had gone up to bed a few hours earlier, but was unable to sleep. My sister, Sara, was 18. Tom and I lay there for a good twenty minutes talking about our new found openness, all the while Mark was making me squirm with his tongue and fingers in my pussy, Tom in between sucking and squeezing my breasts chatted more openly then I’d ever known, and in response so did I.When Tom did slide his cock into me it was harder than I’d experienced in years, after a few strokes I stopped him and he looked concerned, “Why are you so hard, have you taken something?” I askedTom reply came after a.