| Some years ago I attempted to make a living by operating my own horse stud. I could think of nothing more exciting than watching & joining in with horse sex every day. I still have one of the stallions as a pet and a mare to keep him happy, plus of course a foal each year. So he (and I) get 5 days of concentrated horse sex each year.This year the magic week fell in April. Is it just me or does anyone else find the smell of a mare, especially in season, the most sensationally exciting & arousing odour there is? I wondered if I could preserve this by soaking up her juices in something absorbent. At the bottom of my sock drawer I found an ancient string vest which had less holes in than when I bought it , so it was worn out! For the first three days of her season it looked as though they would never get it together as last years bold & cheeky colt was keeping himself between them at all times, even reversing in behind his mother and pushing the frustrated stallion (Biggles) away before he could mount. By the fourth day, however, he had tired of this game, and the randy pair could get at one another. I was there too with my trusty vest. And so the performance began, with Ashmil the mare enticing him by straddling in front of him and pulsing out short squirts of feremone laden pee under his nose, her tail raised to one side, her plump swollen vulva winking to expose the hot red gash. He was "talking dirty", a series of short low whinnies in quick succession delivered in a tone of excitement, urgency & lust. His pink cock had dropped quickly from its black foreskin and was now impressively hard and pulled up horizontally, bouncing off his chestnut belly as he pranced in anticipation. It was perfectly clean, showing he had been inside her recently, with the surface shining from its engorgement.As usual at this stage I was trembling, feeling her hot pee on my hand and her huge vagina opening then squeezing on my fingers as she squatted in front of us, making my head spin with her magic scent. I quickly swabbed up her juices with my vest as Biggles reared up, towering over us with his cock almost in my face, lungeing forward till his belly hit her arse. He needed no help, but I wanted to feel him, hold him as he began stamping and thrashing in a frenzy. She stood like a rock, head lowered, eyes almost closed, concentrating on the physical sensations as he drove his 2 feet of heat at her. Withn seconds he found the enormous slippery scarlet opening. Grabbing at her with his front legs, his arse drove forward and up in a convulsion of thrilling power, forcing his cock up her tunnel, then thrusting in a frenzy to orgasm until his foreskin had disappeared and his sheath was crushed into her steaming vulva. As he came I could feel the pulsing in his cock, pumping his seed laden fluid into her. As he thrust I had slid my hand in with him and now felt them both in glorious union as I watched his balls throbbing and pulling up & up into his groin. Finally he relaxed, his incredibly flared cock sliding out wit a sucking sound, noe three times the thickness it went in, and releasing a torrent of mixed fluids. I grabbed my vest & caught what I could, then wiped his cock, licked the end, then wiped her vulva outside and in. She had not moved. She squatted & squirted hoping for more. If this was the fantasty forum I would then have shagged her myself, as I desperately, desperately wanted to do, (he might have been satisfied but I was a wreck!). However, there was nothing around to stand on, so I had to settle for my first fisting. I had often had my fingers inside, but never before gone all the way in. Its good, isn't it? Right up to the elbow, finding her cervix, and her very happy about it. Well, I had to finish myself off or go mout of my mind, and guess what lubricant I used? Fantastic.I hope you liked my true tale. My vest has been all I hoped, and so far retains all that glorious odour. It turns me onoften. I am considering a vascectomy for Biggles (well I didn't find it a trauma). Then he could enjoy sex every three weeks instead of once a year (me too!) So the colt may be his last. He is my favourite of all the youngstock I've bred, very affectionate, loves to play and loves being handled - all over. I'm tempted to keep him, but would let him go on free indefinite loan to someone loving on condition he was not gelded. If interested PM me. South west Wales, U.K. |
