Sarah stood in the barn doorway at twenty-five, her shorts already damp between her legs. She had come back to the farm after dark for one reason. The big black stallion in the corner stall watched her with calm eyes as she walked straight to him. No hesitation. She dropped to her knees in the straw, reached under his belly, and wrapped her fingers around the heavy sheath.
"Come on, boy," she muttered, voice low and filthy. "Give it to me."
The horse shifted, then the thick, dark cock began to slide out. Sarah stroked it slowly at first, feeling it lengthen and swell in her hand. When the first hot spurt of piss hit the straw she leaned in fast, mouth open. The strong, acrid stream splashed across her tongue and she swallowed without thinking. It was bitter and sharp, burning down her throat, and she moaned around it like it was the best thing she had ever tasted.
She kept her lips sealed around the tip as the flow continued, gulping loudly. Piss ran down her chin and soaked the front of her tank top, plastering the thin cotton to her hard nipples. Her free hand shoved into her shorts and rubbed her swollen clit in quick circles while she drank. The stallion kept pissing, the stream steady and hot, and Sarah drank until her belly felt full and tight.
When the flow finally slowed she pulled back only long enough to lick the dripping head clean, then stood up and stripped. Naked, she climbed onto the low hay bale beside the stall. She spread her legs wide, cunt glistening, and reached back to guide the stallion's still-dripping cock between her thighs. She didn't try to fuck him; she just rubbed the huge, hot head against her pussy lips, smearing his piss and her own juices together.
"Fuck, yes," she hissed. "Piss on my cunt too."
Another short burst of urine sprayed directly over her open slit. Sarah rubbed it in with her fingers, pushing the hot liquid inside herself, then brought her wet hand to her mouth and licked it clean.
She came hard like that, legs shaking, piss and slick running down her thighs while she moaned like an animal.
Afterward she stayed on the bale, breathing hard, one hand still lazily stroking the stallion's softening cock. She knew she would be back tomorrow night, and the night after that. The taste was already in her mouth again, thick and addictive, and her pussy clenched at the thought of another long, filthy drink straight from the source.
