Oh, this stallion!
This stallion is my very first horse. He was bought for me by my husband for my birthday many years ago. He was just our little pet, like a dog, for example. Due to his height (only 91 cm at the withers), he wasn't a burden for a beginner horse owner, that is, me... Now, of course, I have 4 horses, including my handsome boy, and a mountain of experience in horse training behind me. When he came to me, he was only 1 year old. I had no idea about raising a horse, except for childhood memories of hanging out with the guys at the collective farm stables.
But, thanks to intuition, I raised a magnificent, sturdy
little horse of a gray dapple coat. We played all day long, jumped barriers, ran with a ball, etc. Then he became an adult. A couple of times, mares were brought to him. I, having accidentally watched a video of a stallion plunging his huge club into a heifer, suddenly got unexpectedly aroused and for some reason went to demand the same from my handsome boy. My husband was away on a business trip and nothing hindered my complete satisfaction. But... it was a flop: the stallion had no intention of getting aroused under any pretext. So I tried to rape him for about 2 hours and left with nothing. Then I was ashamed of my incomprehensible animal lust for a long time, then tried a couple more times. In short—I got tired of all this and abandoned the idea for many years.Three years passed. I got 2 beautiful big geldings and a filly. Spring approaches. My stallion is going crazy, being in the next stall near a mare in heat. He whined pitifully, snorted, climbed the wall, but no breeding with him was planned for this year. I felt so sorry for him that I decided to lead my favorite and my biggest friend to the mare and jerk him off, which I did. At first, he was shy around me and kept losing his erection from my touch, then he started to like it and poked his member into my palm, but still for some reason wouldn't cum. He'd sniff the mare's nose, get aroused, poke into my palm, wouldn't cum, and it all started over and over. But then he sniffed the mare's nose again, got aroused, and then turned to me and started sniffing my nose and snorting. I found it funny and started playing along with him, breathing rapidly into his nose too.
Suddenly, after a little thought, he reared up and knocked me down right in the stable aisle and started pounding his member into my thigh, while grabbing my shoulder with all his might. Out of astonishment, or perhaps from such audacity and unexpectedness, I pushed him away from me with all my strength. But, unexpectedly, such passion and lust attacked me that, casting aside all notions and prejudices, I wanted this stallion like I had never wanted any man in my life. It was something completely new, it was so alluring that I couldn't restrain myself. And how could one refuse such a strong, muscular stallion burning with wild passion. And he, meanwhile, didn't give up the attempt to mount me again. I got on my knees and pulled down my breeches. He climbed onto my back and started poking his member into my rear. His velvety nose pressed against my cheek and I felt his hot, rapid, exciting breath. I tried to guide his member into my vagina.
Oh wow! What a member he has! The most delicate skin, like silk; his member stood like a wooden club; excellent thickness—not too thick, like men with standard penis thickness. But when he finally got in and thrust it in with a jerk, I realized the length was a bit too much. From the pain, my legs went numb, the stallion moved me forward with insistent thrusts, his lubricant flowed out of my vagina and soaked my panties and pants. I clenched all over from the pain, and he kept thrusting again and again. Getting out from under him was impossible because he had thrown his front legs too far forward and I was pinned in front by his legs, and from behind I was impaled to the hilt. Suddenly I felt increasing pain in my vagina. Then the increasing pain stopped at some point and a couple more thrusts followed, and then, to my relief, I felt his member slowly slipping out of me, and I, ducking my head under him, crawled out from under the stallion and saw the cause of the increasing pain—the head of his member resembled a jackhammer and was about 4 times thicker than the shaft itself.
I stood next to a completely calm and satisfied stallion, after a year of abstinence. My knees were still trembling, I was breathing heavily, but I was filled with wild delight and boundless love for my handsome ward. I couldn't even imagine what a great lover he was. Kissing him tirelessly, I said a ton of tender words, petted him, and he rolled his huge eyes in pleasure.
Now we have sex at the first opportunity. He no longer needs a mare to get aroused, and I've learned to completely relax so it doesn't hurt so much from his insistent thrusts. During my lunch break from work, I don't go to a cafe, but to my lover in... the stall! We spend every free minute, every day together (we don't necessarily fuck, we just walk). My husband isn't surprised, as we always walked and played together every day.
And, by the way: sex with my husband has gotten better (in my sexual fantasies there are no other men besides my husband and my handsome boy), because after the stallion, my vagina tightens to an unreal density. Depression and constantly bad moods haven't visited me so far anymore. I always smile now and, smiling at people, think to myself that they have never had the happiness that I have.
And now, probably for the 300th time pulling the stallion's member out of myself, full of happiness and satisfaction, I want to show off my most amazing, most faithful, beloved boy. He will never "stray" or anything like that. He, like a devoted servant, is completely in my power.
Wild Mustang