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Welcome to a reading experience that is surely to be something of a pioneering endeavor for me. For years I have seen my share of truly great erotic stories written and thus inspired to possibly some day explore the possibility of taking such a medium further. The story, you are about to read, is just that; A bold attempt at creating a new level of narrative reading. I call this very bold attempt: Interactive Reading. It is for those who want to be swept away, like in a choose-your-adventure book, but long for the cohesiveness of an actual written novel. Some may ask me why I don't simply publish such a thing in the real world. Simply because, when I right a story, I want it to be complete. There have been many times, when reading great works of literature, that I wanted the author to go into more detail. Thus I decided the best medium to test this out was erotic stories. If one can't effectively make a person believe they are actually doing the things in the story, then perhaps they should try a hand at Interactive Stories.

In Addition, after actually trying some of these things out myself, I decided to stay true to my goal and thus have upgraded the story further and added some other details that likely wouldn't be possible to envision by the average reader. Details as subtle and as different as the feel of torrent amounts of cum, which only a few like horses can release, slowly making its way across your skin. Again I thought about this and many other details. Then I did the equivalent of running a simulation to see how different it feels by simply adding that much more to the situation. What resources I used, and how I went about these simulations, I will leave to your imagination. I know most of you at least capable of that much. Now for the warnings as is always the case with any sort of medium deemed as porn.

The following story contains strong sexual content and may even contain elements that dare to brutally smash right through societies little barriers known as taboos. Taboos are usually things society dare not do, but have proved many times to be much less threatening than these sheltered individuals would lead you to believe. Thus this ideal metaphor for such a situation: What is the point of living if one is simply too scared to even go out of their house? Possibly this and future stories will deal with just about every sexual taboo known to human kind. It also includes an element some strict Christians might declare evil even. So if this is not your sort of story, please move on and kindly don't send any hate mail my way.

Woulfe Maelstorme

<< The Mare >>

You find yourself floating blissfully through silent blackness. The same blackness, that comforts you, before slipping into dreams and the same blackness, that welcomes you, when leaving them. You then begin to feel yourself drift towards something and the blackness begins to acquire light... ever... so... slightly. The sounds of something beyond, begins to add its presence with the light. Your mind immediately recognizes these sounds and you begin to surge with a desire to find the source. The mind responds and you begin to drift faster, towards them. The blackness soon brightens quickly to an earth tone orange and the sounds become louder, clearer... familiar. Then, in a flash of recognition, you know what they are and reach out. The earth tone orange brightens to a glowing bright orange. Smells now begin to reveal their presence and surround you. Realization of what all this is... clarifies. You open your eyes.

Possessing full knowledge of where you are, the urge to focus the eyes is nonexistent. You know what the blurry orange mosaic is, in front of you. With no desire to get up yet, you simply lie there and savor each smell and sound, which comes to your senses. The sounds came to the blackness first and so you sort through them, before the smells.

The birds over you chirping and leaping from branch to branch...

The trickling of the nearby creek, that cuts through the field below you...

The brief visits of a breeze, blowing through the tree leaves and across the grass...

The leaves themselves being carried away... off the branches, scratching along the way, and resting on the fallen ones around you...

This detail then begins to force the image into focus and you smile inside, as you witness the orange autumn maple leaves fall around your face and disappear out of sight. You sigh and lie there, continuing to watch them fall. Dancing all around you, as the gentle autumn breeze cushions their descent to the others. Then you focus beyond this dance scene and notice no sunlight beaming through the remaining leaves yet. The sensation of the sunlight bathing your legs, hands and jaw in warmth; reassures you it is still early mourning. However, the warmth is felt in one place... more than anywhere else on your body. You sigh again as the mourning sunlight caresses your scrotum and sheath, with its warm kiss, and remember how good that always feels. You stretch your arms and legs a little and finally let the smells flood into your nostrils. Satisfied with putting your arms and legs back in place and remain laying there, you savor each one as if it were the last.

The dampness of the dirt, grass and tree bark from last night's frost...

The rich clean water, of the creek flowing by...

The dirt, once more, as the mourning sun begins to warm it up...

And then the smells that could only come from a barn...

The nostrils start to twitch a little and you begin to prop yourself up on your elbows, remaining in a lounging position. As each smell takes its turn, singing its siren song in your mind, thoughts begin to race through it. Then memories of many passionate: mornings, evenings and nights appear and add their own siren songs to the chorus. You reflect fondly on those memories and remember how each smell added to and accented the whole experience, played out each time.

The hay, feed and bedding springing to life, as heat from either the sun or your body hits it...

The faint hint of body odor accented by others, also from the body...

The wooden members, of the barn, shedding or absorbing the night's dew...

And finally the one smell that never rests... day or night. The musk that only a mare has. As this scent catches your full attention, you absent-mindedly reach down to your sheath and give it one long upward and firm stroke. You then allow yourself to focus on the scenery around you and take it all in. While turning your head to one side and then very slowly move it to the other, keeping the creek always at the bottom of your vision, you gaze at the beautiful colors nature has painted across the trees, of the woods surrounding the farm. You then allow the creek into your vision and trace the path of the field's fence. A barn comes into view and without warning, something about one of the smells changes.

The mare's musk, coming from there, takes on a behavior all its own and calls to you. It refuses to blend in with the other smells. You then feel a stirring in your loins and a slow... subtle... rubbing sensation moving up your belly. This is not just musk. You know this scent and have smelled it many times before, twice a year. Its not musk alone. It's enhanced with the familiar hormones of pure need. Hormones meant to seduce any available and receptive male. Your nostrils flare, as you inhale deeply the scent of a mare in season. It completely overwhelms you and declares a direct assault on your mind. Leaving your head swimming and wanting nothing but to relieve the tension building in the loins now. The subtle rubbing has stopped and is now replaced with a consistent tapping, right where your belly meets your chest.

You turn your head away from the barn and towards what you knew was touching your belly in this fashion. Sitting there, still reclined against your elbows, you observe the bobbing up and down of your own penis and smile. It would tense and come up a little... then relax and come down with a tap. You notice now that your cock is hard enough for that familiar ring, at the halfway point of all equine cocks, to stand out firm. If one were to moisten your cock down to just the ring itself...it would look like you were wearing a totally transparent condom. Each time the shaft tapped, a little precum would trickle out onto your belly. By now, enough had trickled out to leave a good size wet spot on you and completely coat the head of your massive black twenty eight inch shaft. You watch intently: as it now leaves a connecting trail of precum, from your moistened sternum to the leaking cock head, on its way up; then it tenses at the top of the upward swinging ark with a hard throb, while releasing, from the opening of that stumpy tube-like piss slit just inside the cock head, a single large drop of more precum; just as it begins to sag and release itself from the excreting slit, the throbbing stops and the entire shaft swings back down, pushing the drop faster than it could fall on its own. The cock head makes a wet slapping sound as that doomed drop is pushed right into the residual clear liquid already gathering in the slight depression at the bottom of your sternum. Your attention then begins to focus on the gathering liquid itself. You admire the clarity of its transparency, in the mourning light, as it makes its way right down the cleft between your washboard abdominal muscles. It glistens as your black hide under it gives it a mirror-like reflection of the surrounding light. Some of the precum begins to wonder to the sides, as it finds its way to the subtle horizontal divides of your abs. When you turn your attention back to the throbbing and arcing shaft, your moment of artistic admiration is blurred by the still rising need for tension release.

Your head still swimming with lust, you decide to give in to your own desire. In one swift move: you get up in a complete sitting position; scoot yourself towards the tree and rest your back against it; grab the throbbing organ's base with one hand and the middle with the other; and thrust your head down, inhaling as much of your huge organ as possible. Your tongue is immediately greeted with the presence of the precum and its slightly salty but sweet taste. This triggers your mouth to begin salivating as if you were eating your favorite food. The combined saliva and precum runs out from around your lips and begins to gradually make its way down your stallionhood, coating it farther and farther down, as your cock and mouth profusely make more of the wet mixture together. This only encourages you to slide your mouth down farther and swallow more of the shaft into your hungry muzzle. Being careful not to inhale the hand, wrapped around the raised ring in the middle of your hardened cock you move, it down with the other one and massage your stallionhood's massive base with them. Naturally the movement of the hand help coated the rest of your stallionhood, making it glisten like polished onyx.

You then decide to take advantage or your overwhelming arousal and work on your gag reflex some more, by choosing that ring as the stopping point, as you begin to work your whole muzzle down farther with each down stroke of it. As a precaution to not spoil your moment of reflex conditioning, you resign with only moving your muzzle down half of an inch with each down stroke. Keeping a solid pace and not speeding up the strokes anymore is considered in your mind, as you begin to notice you have only three more inches to go and no sign of gagging yet. After achieving the sixth stroke, you begin to settle into a steady rhythm and begin to cautiously work your tongue around the shaft, being careful to not trigger the gag reflex of course. You begin to notice a slight build-up of fluids in your mouth and decide to bring your head up off the penis to catch your breath and prevent drowning in the fluids. A solid stream of precum comes out immediately around your lips, as your mouth begins to clear the cock head, and runs down the entire shaft's length. Once it reaches your hands, it cleverly finds it's way completely: over, around, under and through your hands via in between your fingers. It then proceeds to make its way on to the scrotum, completely coating it. You watch the progression of fluids with a bit of pride and then notice your brief moment of bliss has gradually slid your body down a bit. How much becomes quite apparent, when the fluid begins flowing past your scrotum and pooling in the little cleft, just where it meets at the point between your legs, before moving on across that sensual stretch of skin between them and reaching its destination. The warmth of the fluid is kept preserved by the mourning sun and transfers this warmth effectively as it touches top of your slightly protruding equine anal ring. You gasp at the sensation of it coating your shaft and balls, in loving warmth, and then the sensation of it slowly seeping around the outer part of your anal ring, as it expertly splits into two streams that meet again at the bottom. As the fluid flows around it, it begins forming a puddle over the exposed hairless underside of your tail. The stimulation of your anal ring increases, as the coating gets wider and eventually flows over the edge into the inner and more sensitive part of your anus itself, as it slowly finds its way inside.

Looking down, you lustfully lick your lips and work your coated hands all over the throbbing shaft. Giving the base most of the attention. Unable to take any more, your hands go back down to the base and grip it like a vise. Your head follows immediately behind and once again, you inhale maleness all the way to the ring. Taking care to not deny yourself a single fragment of stimulation, you allow your lips to have a looser grip around it. The slurping and sucking sounds help you retrieve the mindless bliss you had moments ago. Using the rhythm you found earlier and wanting to get as much pleasure as possible out of this, you slow down pace from earlier and begin to work it like a colt suckling his mother's udders. You even allow your tongue to work the stallionhood, as if it were giving milk already. Moving your hands all around the exposed part and bobbing the head slightly up and down the rest, you quickly loose all bearings of the outside world around you and care only for the pure satisfaction and release of your sexual frustration. You then begin to pick up the pace, when you sense yourself coming close to orgasm and feel your whole body rock with the rhythmus of this sexual frenzy. The wet, sloppy, sucking sounds of your blissful masturbation, enthralls you more and persuades you to quicken the pace further. A guttural whinny starts resounding from your chest, as you feel yourself reaching your climax. Your mind races with thoughts of pure lust and your eyes glaze completely over, as the moment arrives. It all happens so quickly and time seems to gradually slow down as it progresses.

First your hand's notices a certain and familiar swelling, along the length of your shaft...

Then the warmth along it increases, as the bulge begins to throb subtlety...

Your nose detects the shift in the fluid's smell...

Your eyes pick up the change in transparency, as thin creamy streamers appear...

The cock itself assumes a very hard and rigid structure as the cum nears the head...

The cock head itself begins to fold itself inside and form itself into a funnel shape...

You begin pulling up on the shaft, as it expands farther and stop at your lips...

Your tongue redirects itself to inside the flared cock head and begins licking it all around...

The liquid outside turns completely cream colored as the cock begins to erupt...

Your massive muzzle begins to fill up, as you begin to swallow as much as possible...

You find you can't keep up and notice it seeping out of your lips...

The intense hormonal smell begs you to hold on further...

Your cock becomes over stimulated and causes you to go into a severe sucking frenzy...

The surrounding world becomes a blur, as your head moves forward with your body...

The intensity of the moment has such a tight grip on you, loss of balance occurred once the momentum of the self-masturbation became too great. The sensation of your head hitting the ground, and the flared cock head being shoved into your throat, brings you back to your senses. Fortunately you don't gag and keep swallowing, as the cock is pulled quickly from your muzzle, with a loud smack, and your body begins to flatten out after doing a full summersault. Your arms, legs and hooves make a loud thump. Your body comes to rest on your back as the intensity of the orgasm fights to keep control of you.

What cum didn't get swallowed trails out the corners of and coats your lips...

Your shaft continues to bob aggressively as more of it spews out...

A powerful whinny finally escapes your mouth and your chest begins to heave heavily...

Your vision clears, only to see what is coming next...

Your body somehow manages a second orgasm and more shoots out...

It manages to hit every part of your body but your legs...

You lay their paralyzed, as bucket after bucket of thick creamy white horse lust spews forth...

Your stallionhood finally subsides from its second orgasm and softens, as it falls back against your belly with a loud smack. Its head resumes its normal shape again, as precum continues to flow out of it. The bliss takes full hold as you lay there and experience the baptism of your own fluid settling into every dip and crevice on your body, then run off the sides and accumulate all around its upper part. You move only to brush away any irritating drops that find their way to your eyes, while the rest continues to run and form into a sticky glaze under the mourning sun. Exhaustion begins to take a firm hold and you simply lay there, watching the leaves of fall float down and cling to you. The overall sensation does its affect and you finally drift into sleep.

You wake up and open your eyes once again. This time, like looking at tiny stars during night, you see the sunlight beaming through the tree leaves and notice the sensation of no sun touching your whole body. Something else seems different. The natural sounds of mourning are nowhere to be heard. Only duller versions exist now. The only consistent sound is that of the flowing creek and the autumn breeze. But even the breeze is less than earlier.

You notice a few leaves fall towards your face and then down to the chest. But when they land there, it feels different than before. In fact your skin even feels different. Sticky is the first description you think of, when you decide to get up. Your nose picks up a familiar smell, as you prop yourself up on elbows and let the head lower to your chest. The nose isn't the only thing to make its discovery though. Your eyes see what the odd sensation is and the nose smells what is the culprit. In front of you is a werehorse's body covered with orange maple leaves and every single one there is glued to you, by the now-dried cum on your skin.

You sigh and then get up on your feet and stretch. The sensation of the glued leaves becomes more omnipotent now and they refuse to come off you. You shake your head and neck, in true horse fashion and manage only to remove the leaves in the mane. Deciding you desire a quick washing anyway, you start walking towards the creek. While walking, you notice a glancing sensation at your knees, and look down briefly to see what it is. The stepping of your hooves is higher than usual and they are almost touching your knees. You find yourself more eager, than you previously thought, to wash off and resume this pace. The tall field grass, which wasn't under the tree, tickles your thighs and coated scrotum. Now being only halfway to the creek, you receive more of the evening breeze and it manages to remove some of the leaves itself. The sensation of them being pulled away, is like removing burs from your mane. The wind even manages to remove a couple off your scrotum and tickle it with its chilled teasing. This starts to bring on another urge and you stop and lower to all fours. Relaxing your sheathed penis, it extends and then releases a large load of horse piss. The sensation of empting your bladder, with such force, feels almost as good as cumming. You nicker softly at that passing thought and wait for the yellow stream to stop. Grabbing your extended penis and raising back up on twos, you give it a firm shake and hold on, until it retreats back into its sheathed form.

Resuming the previous goal, you set off for the creek and finally make it there, without further interruptions. Your hooves make a slight echo, as they find the rocky edging that runs the whole length. Once at the creek's threshold itself, you survey the whole length of it and find the rock shelf you always sit on. Reflecting on what a find it was, when purchasing this farm, you recall the fact it is submerged under the water and at the right depth for bathing. Changing directions, you head towards the bend in the creek, and find it. The fact you don't bother to ever wear any clothes, in this form, makes getting in and wet more enjoyable. At the edge you test the ledge's footing and current of the creek. Confident that both are just right, and don't mind the slight chill to the water, you step in and lower yourself to a squatting position. Keeping the upper ledge in site, at ground level, you angle backwards onto your hands and finally lower your whole self in. Then recline backwards onto your elbows, leaving only your head out of the water.

You sigh deeply and the lips vibrate a little, in true horse fashion. Content that nature's own gift of horse seed dissolves in water, you turn your head sideways and watch the leaves... one by one... turn loose and flow down the creek. After lying there for a while, you notice the slight pulling sensation on your skin. You look down, through the water, and notice some of the coating refuses to let go. All of the leaves are gone but it remains. Feeling not the least bit annoyed, you take one hand and begin brushing it off and watch it finally surface, to flow away with the current. Careful not to forget cleaning the one body part, that needs it the most, you relax your penis again. Raising yourself up to a sitting position, you watch the extending organ sway with the water current and then notice motion up at the barn's back entrance.

It's the mare in season. But it's not just any mare. She is also your lover. When you first set eyes on her, last year, you wanted her and yet... had felt some apprehension too. This stemmed from the fact that the body structure and build, of your wereform, is that of a Shire. The only part of your body that isn't black is the blaze between your eyes that extends to your nose. Lets not forget that Shires are the largest of horse breeds, possessing fifty percent more mass and muscle than the average horse. Lets also not forget the endowment to match that size.

Once you did have her, it felt like that you had cleared all the obstacles and no more would get in the way. This proved to be only half-true. The night you two first had sex, the body reacted more strongly than you expected. Maybe it was because she was in season or you were really horny. Or maybe you should have changed from your human form first. But then you had no idea you were a werehorse then either. As far as you were concerned you were just a typical zoosexual man who wanted life away from the city and with an animal you could love as much as any mate. The both of you had found your rhythm, going at full speed, and were in sync. All this must have somehow triggered your transformation. All you know is, she took one quick look back and immediately pulled away and ran for the open doorway, just when you started feeling exceptionally warm and cumming. You could somewhat feel it happening, through your haze of sexual lust and fell forward, feeling yourself cum harder than you ever had in human form. By the time the haze cleared, you had completely changed and now straddling a lake of white creamy horse lust, while still on all fours. With hardly any strength left, your collapsed into the cum and drifted off into unconsciousness. Upon waking up, you notice the sensation of a tongue licking you. Rolling over you find it is her and no longer showing fear in the eyes... but total admiration and some shame. She notices and stops, to look you straight in the face. You smile and reach up to her muzzle, to stroke it. Stealing a glance of your hand, you see that what happened was very real and still is.

After lying there, in that moment, you get up and brush yourself off. You also decided to see just how different you looked now and walked over to a full length mirror you installed. A look down showed that walking would be different experience. Fortunately, turning to your right was all that was needed at this distance. You looked in the mirror and couldn't help but be both shocked and completely turned on by such a fine specimen of equine fitness. Aside form getting used to those legs, and seeing a horse's head instead of a man's... everything didn't really look that out of place. The tufts at the wrists and feet/hooves will take getting use to as well. Discovery of another potential obstacle is found. As you turn back to the mare, sheer size becomes another obvious one. You immediately notice that on twos you stand much taller than her. She just simply stands there and looks you over, while you ponder something. Something seems odd here. Finally, you decide to lower to all fours and walk up to her. She nickers softly and then walks around you, inspecting this interesting specimen of a horse. You marvel at the fact that you are still bigger than her in this form. Even leveling your back doesn't change this. You still were as tall as a normal four hoofed Shire horse. This would take getting use to. After taking note of this, you keep trying to steal a glance of her organ and gauge if you are indeed too big. Drawing on experience with horses, the general rule says yes. A Shire is simply too big, heavy and well endowed. Weight or size clearly seems to be the least of problems here.

After circling you several times, she comes around and faces you. She then shakes her head, while nickering softly, and turns around. You then notice her tuck the tail to one side and wink. You walk forward, with the scent growing stronger, and plant your snout right into her vulva. The smell, as intoxicating as always, sends you into a licking frenzy. She responds to this and begins backing against your face. So you put a hand up and hold her still, while getting back up on twos. Looking down, you take full note of how your endowment compares to hers. Your stallionhood is fully extended and slapping up against her, between the legs. She actually doesn't mind this and just stands there. You then step back and put the head up against her vulva and notice the difference. It looked as if she wasn't big enough. Before you had any time to think about a solution, she was already pushing against it and saw the very tip pushing in. You tried to make her stop and push back against her thighs, but she resists and pushes back harder. You see the flesh of her vulva stretch farther than you had ever seen before on a mare when fucking them. Yet you do not here any signs of her feeling pain...now signs of physical damage being done. So you resign to simply guiding her with your hands and watch as she slowly pushes back. Once you feel your head clear her muscles inside, it gets slightly easier for her. You watch and marvel, as this beautiful mare slowly takes your shire cock in her. The sensation, of fitting in a mare snuggly becomes too much and you decide to finish the penetration for her.

Careful not to hurt or stretch her too far, you push in as far as it will go. You can feel the pulse of her body and the vibrations from her soft nickering. Its unreal how tight you fit inside of her and yet she feels no pain. You also notice the mare bobbing her head up and down wildly. Clearly her climax is building extremely fast... and so is yours. With no further thrusts or winks needed, you unload your massive gift of hot stallion lust into her insides. Since there isn't much room inside, it easily seeps and squirts back out around the joined organs. Your whole body stiffens and vibrates wildly, as you let out a powerful whinny of lust. She lets out hers and increases the vibration inside, stimulating you to cum even harder. You are soon jolted from this memory by a sensation not in it. It feels like a warm textured tongue. It makes its way up between your shoulder blades and around your neck, to the sternum and then pulls away.

Just as your mind focuses on where you are at, the tip of a muzzle disappears upwards and out of view. You then look up and see her right there. She is simply standing there, parallel to the creek, and gazing at you in curiosity. She brings her tongue down again and runs it, from between your nostrils, to between your eyes. Then she repeats this rhythm... again and again. You nicker softly, as she keeps up the attention, and reach up with one hand, to scratch her neck. It is then she stops and lowers her head all the way down, next to your neck. You rotate your head, allowing the side of your face to rest against hers, as she brings her head up slightly. Both of you close your eyes and sigh deeply, inhaling the others scent and musk. Not forgetting what you came to the creek for, you take the other hand and start working the pasty spent cum of your maleness. Content you have done the job, using your sense of touch to check and not opening your eyes, you raise the other hand out of the water and rest your whole arm on the rocky bank. The smell of her heat finds your nostrils and soon has the intended affect, as you take notice of the streams current via your extending and firming cock. It firms up so much it comes out of the water, on the next throb, and then splashes down again as it comes to rest against your submerged belly.

Occasionally it breaks the surface again, as it makes it casual throbs. After sitting there, in the embrace a little longer, you let go and get up out of the water, shaking as much from you as possible. Your hardened shaft stands straight out, as it rises with your body and streams of water flowing off of both. She then shakes, to get rid of what water came her way. You smile and reach out, to coax her in. It only takes a touch, from your hand on the cheek, and she follows, as you step aside on the submerged shelf. You then recall the peculiar rocky steps, which also formed here, and lead her down deeper into the running water. In your human form, it would be too chilly. But in this form, it is just the right temperature. You both nicker softly, while exchanging affectionate touches and moving with the creek's current, down towards the fence. You and her stop at the fence, turned to each other, you both gaze and become lost in the other's eyes. The water here is a little deeper, but she doesn't mind it being just below her backbone. The creek is also much wider here... about three times wider. You then reach out again and coax her face closer to yours, to kiss just like you taught her. The feel of her tongue against yours arouses you and causes the still-extended stallionhood to become rock hard. She shows her arousal by briefly shuffling closer to you and pushing her tongue in farther. You respond by pulling her closer yourself and move the other hand; from her head, down through the mane and neck, between her shoulders and down her back. Then retrace this path, back up to her neck and massage it. The nickering becomes more guttural, as you now hold her tighter and against you. The sensation of her body warming, from arousal, feels intoxicating and causes your shaft to throb against her chest. You close your eyes and hold her tighter... still kissing... and feeling every sensation of this bonding.

The feel of her neck against the firm muscles of your belly...

The vibration of yours and her occasional, guttural whinnies...

The taste of her mouth in yours...

The vibrating chest, resting just above the base of your rock-hard maleness...

And the tapping sensation of your shaft, against her chest, causes her tail to rise out of the water and the nostrils to flare wildly.

You open your eyes, to see this signal and take it as a sign she is ready. While keeping your lips to hers, you slowly shift to the side and move your massaging hand under her, to the chest. She thin breaks off the kiss and simply stands there, as you move your free and extended tongue; down the cheek, the neck, the backbone and stopping right at her rump; occasionally nipping along the way. All this attention makes you very aroused and makes the head, of your slick black organ, stick out of the water. Next you begin lightly nibbling on the rump, while absent-mindedly taking one hand and reach for the throbbing shaft below, to softly massage it. Both of you have done this many times here and she immediately spots the submerged rock ledge, with its own sets of rocky steps, used very often for what is next. It rests right under the fence and extends on both sides. It also happens to be on the opposite side, of the creek, where the barn is. Continuing the attention, you take whatever precum dribbles out of the twitching head and coat the forefinger with it. Then lifting your head away, you give her a light tap on the rump and watch her slowly ascend the steps, as glistening drops of water fall from every inch of her sleek, muscular body.

You walk to where there are no steps and wait for her to shake off the water, and then come for what she is up there for. The excitement boils in you as she makes one last shake and walks right up to your face. Now your eyes are level with where her neck merges into the chest. She sends her head down, for one brief kiss and you accept. As soon as she takes her head back up, you move your head forward and extend the tongue to her neck, tasting of her wet saltiness. Careful not to draw yourself too close and scrape your shaft against the rock, you use both arms to brace yourself and begin licking up her neck lustfully. Out of the corner of your eye, you see her head descend once more and she begins licking your face. You close your eyes and savor this moment of foreplay. Once both of you are satisfied with this attention and draw away, she turns around and tucks the tail to one side. Never has the source of her heat been closer and it hits you like a gust of wind. Wanting to only taste of her sex and give her the most pleasure plausible, you move your head forward and begin licking her swollen wet vulva, firmly and softly.

Then you reach down, with one hand and lubricate its forefinger, with the generous amount of precum, on the twitching head of your shaft. Turning yourself sideways and against the rock, you resume your licking and bring the lubed finger up to her anal opening. She starts flicking her tail frantically, as you put the finger to the flesh and tease it's outside with light circular motions. After you feel she can't take any more of this teasing, you plunge the finger in deep and start probing her insides, flexing and bending your finger in all directions. Her weight shifts, from hoof to hoof and the anal ring clamps down. You know, from past vivid memories, that her head is bobbing wildly and she herself is being worked into a sexual frenzy. Her vulva begins leaking a generous amount of sex juices and you greedily lap up every drop, from the winking wet opening.

After keeping this up for some time, you slowly let up on the attention and allow her to calm down. Next you pull your finger free and begin rubbing her thighs and slowly let up on the licking. Once you have pulled yourself away completely, she turns around and gives your face one single lick, from the nostrils right up to your eyes. Then as soon as that tongue leaves your face, she spins around and climbs up on the creek's bank and shakes any remaining water off. She takes one look back and makes a trotting run for the barn. As she makes this short trip, you lift yourself up on the submerged rock ledge and then stand straight up, to stretch a little. The sensation of all the water, finding it's way to your crotch and ass crack, feels rather erotic.

Every drop slowly trickling down and finding its way to your scrotum's balls...

The feel of the droplets collecting and seeping into your twitching anal opening...

Droplets of water running down the length of your throbbing maleness...

Droplets of precum being flung loose, every time it tensely bobs up...

The water and precum droplets collecting at your scrotum, around the balls...

And the feel of them continuing down the legs...

The sensation of the sun embracing your whole body, in a blanket of warmth, makes you smile and glad there is no more breeze blowing any more. You want this subtle sensation to last, for as long as possible, and don't bother shaking the water off. All you want is to loose yourself to her scent and satisfy your aching stallionhood. With slow steps, you walk to the bank and step up onto the ground, feeling the vibration coaxing the water droplets down their pathways. Now she is at the back barn entrance and looks back one more time, to see if you are following. Then with a whinny and a quick thrust of her head into the air, she walks into the barn and waits. The air is so thick, along the path marked by her wet hooves and only makes the mere walking experience, that much more erotic. You continue your slow pace and savor the droplet's subtle pleasuring. Halfway to the barn, the sun has completely dried you off and only the shiny fur to reflect the sun; it begins to pleasure your throbbing maleness and makes it feel as warm as being inside a mare.

Unable to take any more of this, you quicken your pace and find her just inside the entrance... waiting. You stop there and she looks right at your glistening black shaft, now completely coated with precum and then nickers softly, while slowly walking right up to you. She moves her head down and begins sensually licking the musky precum from the shaft. One of your hands reaches for her neck and massages it, while the other one grabs the doorway's frame and guides you against it. The exquisite sensation does not stop, as she adjusts her position and begins licking in earnest. All you can do is just lift your head up and rest it against the doorframe... paralyzed by pure pleasure. A soft guttural whinny resounds from your chest and she takes this as a sign, to increase the pleasure. Confident this attention will keep the precum flowing, she lets up briefly and allows it to run all the way to the balls. This sends you into a sexual frenzy, and rapid deep nickers soon replace the whinny. Needing more support you retract the other hand and grip the frame hard, with both of them. The tongue returns and begins making long sensual strokes. This time, you feel her flank shift up against your side and the tongue run downwards, along the bottom of your rock hard member. Your fingers try to dig right into the wood, as her tongue reaches the scrotum and curls around; first one ball... then the other. She repeats these strokes and bellows pockets of hot air against your crotch.

Clearly those gusts of air are from her inhaling your musk deeply and a sign she intends to get you as aroused as possible. But why carry on like this? She has never done this before. Not to mention this is really making her aroused and making the air so thick, one could cut it with a knife. All you smell in the barn now is her heat. Nothing else succeeds at penetrating through it. Your head begins swimming and a stronger and more vocal whinny comes out of you. The whinny of a stallion, furiously pumping a mare's hot juicy hole. You begin bucking your hips slightly and careful not to pull the extremely tensed leg muscles, continue the tiny thrusts. She shifts her position, around to the front again, then lowers her front down on knees and begins licking your scrotum upwards. The strokes are long. They start just behind your scrotum and run right up in between your balls firmly and stops right at the base, of your steel hard black shaft. This is something new too and causes the stallionhood to lengthen two more inches, right at the edge of your vision, as she makes a few more of these strokes. The whole sensual act becomes too much and you feel that familiar bulge, that begins forming under the lengthened thirty inch organ. She knows your close.

You see her get back up and shift her position back to your side. Then she surprises you, by opening her mouth wide and inhaling half of your throbbing organ instantly. This sends you over the edge and you dig your fingers into the wood hard. With yours eyes now clenched shut, jet after powerful jet of horse cum shoots into the mare's mouth. Your whole body vibrates with the power of your whinnies and cumming. You feel her head bob up and down the shaft, furiously milking you like a colt milks his mother. Not even a drop of cum is seen outside of her mouth. Then you suddenly feel her yank herself off your cock and away from you. This makes you open your eyes and look down at the massive black shaft, still spewing load after load of cum from its mushroomed head. You have never cummed this hard before and actually find this very arousing. So arousing, your organ doesn't even soften this time... but stays hard.

What is happening? She then steps forward and inspects the long string of thick creamy stallion seed, extending eight feet from you. It is very visible and she gives her nicker of approval, after lowering her head and sniffing it. The air is now thoroughly saturated with the smell of sex and heat. She raises her head and approaches you, looking straight at the twitching member. Her head is now right on top of you and she extends her tongue. The strokes are just as long and sensual, as before you shot your load. But once she has cleaned you... she doesn't stop.

She continues licking and this makes your organ start to throb again...

You witness the mare lower herself again...

The same strokes exact strokes are felt again...

You begin reacting to this, the same way again...

Every single sensation threatens to drive you insane and leaves you with no other choice... but to fuck this lusty creature with all your might. You gather all your strength and reach down to her head, to touch the jaw. She recognizes this sign and brings herself back up on all four hooves. Using the other hand, you begin stroking and coating the throbbing shaft with precum. Precum? Again? You must be quite horny today. Taking this as a sign, you bring the one hand up along the side of her face and to the neck. Then you start scratching it, as she begins to slowly turn around and let the hand run along her back.

By the time your hand reaches the rump, she has turned completely around and tucks her tail to one side. Moving forward, and still stroking the stallionhood, you begin rubbing her thighs and visually admiring the vision in front of you.

The subtle twitching of her skin, across the thighs...

The convulsing black anal ring, under the tail...

The slight vertical motion of the vulva...

The droplets of sex juice trickling out, of this winking organ...

It becomes all too much and you throw yourself on your knees, letting go of your cock, and thrust your muzzle right into that wet hole. The scent of her heat drives you wild once more and sends you into a licking frenzy.

First you lick her vulva so thoroughly, it makes her clamp down hard on your tongue, with those strong vagina ring muscles. Then you move your greedy tongue up to her anal ring and begin teasing it, with the tip of you tongue and finally thrusting it in. These two sensations made her flick the tail wildly and nicker gutturally with pleasure. After repeating this several times, you move down to her udders and flip over on your buttocks. While sitting there, you tease them... one... by... one with your whole tongue. These titillations send her into a sexual frenzy and out of the corner of your eye, see her muzzle dip down frequently. She is bobbing her head and clearly enjoying this attention a lot. Noticing that all this caused a little milk to trickle out of them, you greedily take each one in and suckle like a hungry colt. You don't get much milk... but this makes her guttural nicker send vibrations through her whole body. You can nearly taste her lust and decide to go further with that. Flipping back over, onto hands and knees, you slowly crawl up to her chest and lustfully lick her belly, with big strokes, along the way. The combined attention becomes so much... she stiffens into a statue and simply stands... shuddering with raw pleasure. When you reach her chest, you reposition yourself on your knees and wrap your arms around her neck. Then you begin licking all around and up it, to the jaw. This makes her shudder harder.

You then decide to make the final move and give this mare what she finally deserves. Getting up on your feet and bending over her back, you begin nibbling and... ever so slowly... walk along her side. While doing this, you rub your hands all over her flank and under, to the belly and udders. Stopping at the rump, you keep the hands at the udders and tease them once more. Her head begins to thrash from side to side and you decide she can't take any more. You stop the nibbling and teasing and begin to lick her rump, while reaching down and lubricating your aching organ, with the generous precum coming out of it's head. Satisfied that the shaft is slick enough, you push it against her vulva and gasp at the warmth it has. She stops thrashing her head and becomes stiff as a statue. You push it into the hole and stop just past the head, to adjust your position and get a firm grip on her thighs. It's almost too much.

The warmth of her juicy hole...

The clamping sensation from her winking...

The sight of your massive Shire cock head in her...

And the feel of those vibrations, from her nickering...

Then without hesitation, you plunge into her as deep as you can get and collapse onto her back, wrapping your arms around her. The sensation is unreal. You can feel the vibration inside, through every inch of your throbbing shaft. You pull out slightly and plunge back in. Its absolutely wonderful how tightly you fit in her and yet... it not even hurt this mare. It's absolute paradise. You don't want this feeling to ever end and stay like this forever... inside her. But her winkings slowly bring you back to reality and you shift your position slightly. Careful not to thrust too hard, you begin pulling out slightly and pushing in again. Content that this feels good enough, you repeat this again and again. She responds now by loosening her posture a little and pushing against your thrusts. Soon... both of you find a rhythm and pick up the pace. The feeling and the sounds made are incredible.

The swollen throbbing thirty-inch shaft going in all the way...

The balls slapping against the wet crotch area...

The familiar smacking sounds of sex juices mixing, with each thrust...

The combined vibration, from the two of you whinnying...

And the sure feel of her whole body under and supporting you, as you pound her; hot, horny, juicy, sex hole for all its worth.

Now the thrusts are getting harder and faster. You two found your rhythm. The intensity is so immense and the air becomes so thick, it blankets both of you in an atmosphere of pure lust. She begins pushing against you hard and you thrusting into her harder. The thrusts become faster. The smacking sounds louder and sloppier.

Faster...

Sloppier...

Faster...!

Sloppier...!

FASTER...!

SLOPPIER...!

It finally becomes too much and both of your bodies tense into one statue.

Your heads shoot into the air and let out long powerful whinnies...

She shoves back and clamps down really hard...

You thrust back, in turn, just as hard as before...

Jet after massive of jet erupts from your mushroomed head again. Cumming this soon and hard again, quickly drains you of all energy. The whole world around you starts spinning. Everything becomes a blur. The only certain tangible thing is the endless sensation of cumming again and harder. You feel yourself slip off her and fall to the ground. Your lengthened black shaft smacks down against your chest once, splashing hot cum all over it and your face. Still spewing its seemingly endless supply of cum, it pops back up and twitches wildly, while shooting the rest straight up in to the air. The last thing you remember, before going unconscious, is the feel of a soft warm tongue against your cum-covered face and both of you being coated in a pure... musky... hot... thick... creamy... blanket of jiz.

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