Right in the kisser
#1 of Art quickies
A coyote and his stallion go for a ride.
The mini-story that goes along with Right in the kisser
It had been far too long. Quentin's hands were sweaty with excitement; he rubbed them against his pants before he pushed the door open. The stables were located just on the edge of the woods; far enough from the city that not many people used it. Just the way he liked.
He nodded absently to a bored stable hand as he hurried down to his rented stall. He could see Bucephalus from the moment he entered: taller than any of the other horses there, head held high, and black as night. The length in his pants twitched at the sight. When he reached the stall, he smiled up at his enormous stallion, clucking softly to make him bring his muzzle down to his level. The stallion nickered back, and Quentin giggled. "Hey, buddy," he said, rubbing his palm along the side of the horse's muzzle. He felt so nice and warm, and the coyote smiled in happiness. "Sorry, I've been away so long. Wanna go have some fun?" Bucephalus snorted and licked his hand, his cock dropping a little. Quentin bit his lip at the sight; that answered that question.
It took only a few minutes for the practised coyote to get him saddled, and they were away. The destrier pounded along the forest paths, whinnying with delight, happy to be free of his stall. The coyote laughed, and cheered, and gloried in the power of the stallion between his legs. But he wanted more; he couldn't wait. With the stables barely out of sight, he reined the horse in and leapt nimbly down, tossing the reins over a branch. He pressed his forehead to the horse's flank, his breathing heavy, and began to undress. "Oh, I've missed you, buddy...missed you so much." He took a deep breath: warm air, and stallion sweat...and stallion arousal. Irresistible beyond words. With most of his clothes off, he gave up; a hat and tie wouldn't interfere anyway. He dropped to his knees and fixed his eyes on the dark cleft between the stallion's hind legs. "Show me your glory, you sexy beast..." He ran his fingers lightly across the stallion's belly, and Bucephalus shivered and dropped. The long black-and-pink cock snaked out of its sheath in moments, hardening and lengthening until it hung like a sword under the horse. They had a system, and the coyote waited with barely-restrained hunger. There: slap. A single, hard belly slap. I am ready for you.
The coyote instantly grabbed the thick dick and smothered the flare with his mouth and tongue. He lapped, and nibbled, and swallowed everything he could. Everything he was given. This dick was his master, and he served it with weeks of urgent, pent-up need. It tasted like heaven, and he whimpered with lust. One hand gripped it behind the flare as the other held the balls, feeling their weight and imagining their load. His dick ached with need, and he shook his head: no time for foreplay today.
He dropped the balls and tapped the horse's belly. "Up, boy, up." The stallion whinnied and pushed up with his legs, hooking them over the branch above them. His proud dick jutted out, straight at the coyote. Quentin huffed and squeezed it, just behind the flare, as he grabbed his own dick in his other hand. "Come on, boy, give me that hot load, you fucking sexy animal...cover me with stallion cum..." His hand flew up and down his own cock as he expertly masturbated the stallion, watching for the signs, the growing flare, the rising balls, that signalled release...
Bucephalus' bellow echoed through the woods as he orgasmed, and Quentin cried out as a blast of hot stallion seed slammed into his face. He laughed in delight, and the next blast took him fully in the mouth. His eyes closed in rapture and he swallowed as much as he could, his own ejaculation coming unnoticed amidst the stallion's own explosion. Cum dripped down his neck and his cock, and he swallowed and licked and rubbed it into his fur. He wanted to stink of stallion sex for days.
After, he fell back lazily, looking up into the big blue eyes of the stallion above him. "Goooood boy," he said, rubbing his leg and sighing with satisfaction. "Right in the kisser..."