Upon reaching home Jared's mother informed hime dinner was in and hour and he should shower. Jared obeyed mom and went upstairs to his bedroom. As he undressed the medallion rolled onto the floor. Picking it up Jared grabed a book on greek myths and headed for the bathroom and a little sensual reading.
Sitting on the can in the buff Jared opened the book. "Pan plays his pipes" the book opened first. "Ah a story he loved to read and pictures of Pan playing and mating a nymph." As the story played out the boy got a hard. The more details he read the stiffer he got. As he held the book in his right hand and picked up the medallion in the left, he said aloud, "If I were Pan, I'd have sex with girls, women, goats, ponies, or any pussy willing for sex!"
Then he heard his father coming home and reality returned. He closed the book with the medallion as a page mark. Jumping into the already hot shower he started to wash.
Jared dryed himself off and getting dressed went down to dinner. As the ate Jared's father kept looking at him. "Son I hadn't noticed but your arms seem to be getting strong looking, must be farm living."
Jared felt his arm and smiled at his father. The dinner finished Jared went to the barn to stable the draft herd. As Jared placed each horse in a stall he took a hold on June Flower. The horse was a filly, she jumped and bucked as he walked her into the barn. This horse was a yearling and as he pushed her into the stall his arm slipped into her very moist vulva.
His arm plunged into her all the way to his shoulder. The filly clamped her vaginal mussells, holding him inside. The evening breeze flowed over and past the horse's rear. This offered the youth a face full of her sexual odor.
He stood suddenly stiff of form and rock like in penis. A fever feeling flushed through him. Sensually stuck and feeling hot he waited for the filly to release his arm. The time went slow and the female horse, a Percheron, enjoyed the fullness.
Lightheaded Jared thought he was going to faint, so resting his head against the rump he closed his eyes.
Suddenly he was aware that it was dark and his arm still deep in the filly, Jared got mad. "Raaaddoooomff fforse feee????? what was he saying, the words he could not form.
The filly turned her head toward Jared, he starred at his free arm.
His arm was covered in what might be sheep's wool. The wool was on his chest, puffing up his shirt. Looking down he reached for and unbuckled his belt. Pants falling to the barn floor offered a view of hardy woolen Ram's hind legs and sexual equipment.