Real Cowgirls Ride Bareback
A horse and his human girlfriend have some fun roleplaying.
This is just something quick and dirty I threw together to try to break through some writer's block.
Carter sprawled on his back, drifting at the boundary between sleeping and waking. Most days, the big Clydesdale horse would have forced himself to get out of bed and get moving, either to go to work or do some chores around the apartment. Not today, though; today was Saturday. It was the one day of the week he let himself sleep in and not worry about anything.
Without even bothering to check the clock, he attempted to fall completely asleep again, but something tugged at the back of his mind. Something was missing, and it brought him closer to a fully awakened state. He moved his right arm experimentally. There should have been a warm, soft presence there, the light pressure of his girlfriend cuddling against him, but he felt nothing.
The horse strained his ears, listening for some clue of Tanya's whereabouts. He heard footsteps elsewhere in the apartment, so he relaxed and waited for her to return, figuring that she only needed to use the bathroom. Only seconds later, the bedroom door quietly opened and closed, and those soft footsteps moved through the room. Carter perked his ears again, wondering why she didn't come back to bed. He heard the closet open, followed by the rustling of clothes. Despite his curiosity, he chose not to open his eyes. He still intended to go back to sleep, regardless of what his girlfriend was doing.
The mattress shifted under her weight as she returned to the bed, and Carter expected her to snuggle against his side. However, she surprised him by climbing on top of him instead and straddling his hips.
I wonder if she's wearing the cowboy hat, he thought. Cautiously, he half opened one eye and smiled at what he saw. She was wearing the cowboy hat. That could only mean that he had no chance of going back to sleep, though at least his morning would become much more interesting.
"Wake up, horsey," Tanya said. He fully opened both eyes and relished the sight before him. The human woman loomed over him, without a shred of clothing to hide her curvaceous, dark-skinned body. She rested her hands on his chest, with her arms strategically positioned to accentuate her breasts. Upon her head was a simple felt cowboy hat, and from beneath its brim, long locks of black, curly hair fell down her back and shoulders. Her deep brown eyes held a sultry challenge, as if daring him to resist her charms.
The horse knew immediately which game his lover wanted to play, and he slipped into character easily. "Looks like some fool cowgirl thinks she can tame a wild stallion," he drawled.
"I can break any bucking bronco," she replied, squeezing his sides with her thighs. "When I'm done with you, you'll be eating out of my hand." She began to grind her hips against his crotch, producing an immediate reaction from his cock.
Carter groaned as his arousal increased. He wasn't sure what it was about this position, or the fantasy they had constructed around it, but it made him incredibly horny every time. He bucked into Tanya's motions almost involuntarily, eager to enter her hot passage.
Tanya grinned as she reached down and took the horse's turgid member in her hand. After a few experimental tugs and squeezes, she declared, "Feels like you're ready to be mounted." With that, she guided his cock between her nether lips and lowered herself until he completely filled her. She simply sat there for a few moments, and Carter reached out to stroke her thighs, letting the long, feathery fur on his forearms tickle her skin.
They smiled at each other as Carter continued his caresses, thoroughly enjoying the gentle seconds before they allowed rough passion to overtake them, but then the horse noticed they had forgotten something important. "Hey cowgirl, shouldn't you put a 'saddle' on?" he warned.
"Silly, real cowgirls ride bareback."
"Isn't that a little dangerous?"
"It might not be as risky as you think."
"What's that supposed to mean? And shouldn't you check with your stallion first to see if he's ready for that kind of risk?"
"Trust me, your cowgirl knows what she's doing."
"But - ooh..." He quickly lost himself in the new sensations as Tanya slowly moved up and down on his cock. This was the first time she had ever let him inside her without a condom, and he reveled in the increased sensitivity and warmth now that they didn't have a sheath of rubber between them. He knew they should stop, but he rationalized that they would be careful, and that he would pull out long before he finished.
Soon all worries were forgotten as they picked up the pace. Carter smirked as he watched Tanya's breasts bounce while she rode him harder and harder. She murmured playful taunts at him, asking if he had the strength to throw her off, and saying that she would ride him until he was tamed. The horse neighed and snorted in response, playing his part with gusto as he bucked his hips hard and forced his length deep inside his girlfriend.
An unmistakable urge built in his loins. His shaft tingled, signaling the inevitable end of their exertions, and Carter remembered that they weren't using protection. "Tanya, I'm so close," he grunted, making one last half-hearted attempt at being responsible. "You gotta get off."
"If you want me off, you'll have to throw me off, my big bucking bronco." She emphasized each of the last three words with a particularly powerful downward thrust, and Carter knew that she had already won. He had no desire to stop now that he was so close to finishing, so he pushed aside all misgivings about the missing condom and gave in to the pleasure. With a mighty whinny, he grabbed Tanya's hips and held her down as his cum exploded into her deepest reaches. At the same time, she writhed wildly as her moans built into an exclamation of pure lust that marked her orgasm.
Tanya draped herself over Carter, letting her head rest on his chest. The horse put one arm around her and stroked her back as they both breathed deeply and recovered from their mutual climax. For a few minutes, at least, they needed no words. Touch, pulse, and breath communicated everything that mattered between them.
Finally, though, the Clydesdale allowed their bubble of bliss to be punctured by practical matters. "Aren't you worried?" he asked.
"About what?"
"We didn't use a condom."
"Oh, that," Tanya giggled. "Didn't I tell you? I started taking the pill two months ago."
Carter passed a moment in incredulous silence before breaking out into a nickering laugh. "What the hell, Tanya? You didn't think to tell me about something like that?"
"I'm sorry. I thought it would be fun to surprise you. You're not mad, are you?"
"No, I'm not mad, even if you scared the hell out of me for a second there." He hugged her close and nuzzled her, and received a kiss on the neck in return. A few minutes of cuddling passed before his eyes lit up and he shared a new thought. "You know, now that we don't have to worry about condoms anymore, I can finally stop holding back."
"Wait, what do you mean, 'stop holding back?'"
"Girl, you didn't think it was that easy to tame a wild stallion, did you? Hope you're ready to ride again." He started grinding and thrusting again, so that his length rubbed along her slit. Tanya moaned in surprise, but not in protest, and she eagerly took him inside her again to repeat their earlier performance. They both knew instinctually that this would not be the last time they had sex today.
And that's how the horse and his cowgirl rode each other into one of their best Saturdays ever.