A Stallion's Bitch Ch 3 & 4
Chapter 3
I groaned, gently easing my aching now blubber-like cock out of her soaked ass. Sartin whinnied happily. I could feel her pussylips involuntarily twitching as I pulled out, "Mmm, that was a wonderful fuck." In the distance could be heard Buddy finally leaving the scene. If his heavy panting was any clue, he was obviously spent by observing us.
I stood, weak as the knees, my rear legs spread wide as my dick slowly began to retreat back to its sheath, the remaining jiz and maybe a little piss leaking out. She turned around to face me, also looking a little spent, and began stroking her neck next to mine. Both of us were breathing hard, but happily. All that could be heard was the sound of Buddy walking away, and both our spunk dripping out of my mare. It felt so good to think that. My mare, finally a true mate which I wasn't forced to screw. Not that I wouldn't mind a whore horse every now and again, it was just that this was much better. As my eyes gently roved her drop dead gorgeous white body, I knew I would never be happier than I was right now with Sartin... I only hope it would last.
It was during these thoughts that Sartin finally spook, "Buddy's finally gone?" I nodded, "Good, now we can get down to the real fun." I felt herself begin to move, getting ready for something, when a though suddenly hit me, I knew nothing about sex! OK, yes, I knew how to screw a mare, but being the fact that Sartin was only my second time, and me growing up alone, with only Mr. Kiln (key annoying groan) for company, it all added up to me being clueless about anything but basics. I panicked; I had to think of something to tell her, that did not result in her laughing in my face. Luckily for the moment, I had the perfect (and true) excuse, "Listen dear, first I'm still...uh...new to this," CRAP! I quickly finished, "I mean, uh, you see... it's not like I'm some super-stud. I may need a little time to get some wood back," Did she buy it? She stared for a second, then smiled, swishing her tail playfully, "No problem, lets get something to eat, I'm a little low on energy too." She liked my nose playfully then headed for the feeding tough. I followed, keeping an eye on her ass, trying to rake my brain for anything that I knew about sex, that may come in handy. No luck.
We spent the next few minutes eating our fill of oats from the trough. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Sartin eat. Man even eating she was sexy. The way her tongue extended out of her mouth to help her grab the food, not like most horses who just used their mouths. For some reason, I was finding it very sexy, the way her tongue almost elegantly swam through the air every few seconds. Why it was sexy, I wouldn't find out until later.
It was about ten minutes later, I had eaten my fill and was waiting patently next to my love. Suddenly she stopped eating and let loose a most non-feminine belch. I just stared at her, not sure weather or not to laugh. To be honest the fact that it had come so out of the blue mad everything about the burp kind of erotic for me, but I wasn't sure if she'd think so. She quickly broke the silence by giggling, quickly joined in by me. Suddenly, her tail gave a sharp twitch, "Scuse me," she said sweetly, "the call of nature you know."
I watch her as she walked a few feet away from me, keeping her back facing me. She began to lift her tail like the time we first met. I couldn't keep my eyes off that ass, as I felt my cock begin to come back to life. I couldn't wait to see what she was going to do.
A thick stream of her yellow piss came flying out her still dripping pussy, landing a foot from my face. We both groaned at once, she in her relies, me in pure pleasure. The air was quickly filling with the sharp sent of her horse piss. I couldn't help myself; I leaned forward, opening my mouth, letting my tongue catch her falling piss. The sharp taste hit me like a hove to the head, and I lapped at it greedily. She turned and watched interest, as my mouth lapped at her closer and closer to her ass. She laughed lightly causing the steam to shake and splash my mussel as she mumbled something about, "a drink for both of us"
Another minute or two, and the stream lost its force and slowed to a dribble, oozing out of her closed pussy lips. I licked my own lips idly as I stared at her swaying rear, noting that her tail had risen slightly, showing off her big, dark-brown, beautiful pucker bulb. I felt my wood begin to throb again as her pucker began to rhythmically open and close, wider and wider. I stared, feeling my cock dripping pre. I wondered how it would feel, to have my cock thrusting deep up her tight warm ass. I couldn't help but wonder if my ass looked that strong and sex (what can I say, I'm a stud, I like my body).
Slowly, I continued to ogle her ass, as the brownish brown crap inside was slowly shoved out of it by those beautiful ass muscles of hers, landing with a glop on the hay. Sartin groaned, closing her eyes, and squeezed her muscles again, forcing even more shit out of her rear. I inhaled deeply, feeling my cock shoot pre to the ecstasy that was her shit (weird I know, but hey, who's the person reading this).
What seamed like hours later, the final piece of her shit slipped out of her. The show was over. She sighed, suddenly cutting loose the biggest, loudest, and best fart I'd seen her relies yet. Her butt muscles seamed to ripple like pieces of paper around her gas. It was amazing to watch (and smell). It was just so fucking erotic that my cock sent pre flying hard enough to land on top of her foot-tall pile of crap. She sighed, as her anus slowly puckered up shut again, finally empty of her release. She slowly turned to face me again, noting my wanting cock, "Finally, now for my drink."
Chapter 4
I waited impatiently, expecting her to turn her ass towards me so we could fuck again. Instead she kept her eyes glued to my needy, drooling cock, much to my annoyance. I felt about ready to yell at her to turn around when she stepped forward and whispered, "Jump on my front" I eyed her quizzically, had she gone mad? What good would it do me to mount her face? Yes, I know, I was a dumbass back then. But what do you expect? She was only my second pussy after all. All well let's continue, "Come on stud," she said seductively, "mount my face, nice and easy, and I'll do the rest"
I sighed and decided to humor her, jump op onto her head, feeling my own bounce atop her mussel, much to my amusement. Still confused, I suddenly felt an intense sexual shock run from my loins to my head, as she gently licked the head of my throbbing dick. She continued to almost rim around my piss-hole as I stammered, "Wha...What the fu-...oh, fuck"
"Say hello to your first blowjob," she whispered, as her warm maw lolled open, and she pushed forward with her legs, sending half my throbbing member down her swallowing thought.
I think I went slightly mad with fuck after that. My body automatically responded to the tightness of her thought, and the lapping of her tongue. I gripped her waste hard with my limbs, and fucked her face off. She literally seamed to swallow almost my entire throb cock! My mind was a blank as I thrust in the oldest, and best (if slightly modified) primal rhythm. I whinnied in joy as I felt her rough but slick tongue slide down the remaining length of my thrusting cock, and start to lap at my twitching sack, or what she could of them. Even normal size, as they were since we screwed, they were still the size of softballs. I smiled, the thought of that made me picturing her looking lick a foal, suckling and oversized tit. I was in heaven as she continued her ministrations, her face now buried deep in my crotch as I thrust, wanting her suckling to last forever. But Sartin knew what she was doing, and she wanted her snack that rested patiently inside the orbs she was licking, and I was ready to give it to her.
Whinnying loud, I gave a sharp thrust, and buried my entire pulsing cock in her mouth as I went off. I felt her gag against the balls on her face, as the seed from them gushed out of my spent member, and down my loves thought as she gulped it down. After a moment, I felt her pull back slightly for air, yet continued to gulp down my gift. A single drop never hit the floor. And after another few gentle thrusts from me, and a few final laps from her, I pulled back off her, feeling my spent cock return to its home, finally content.
She smiled and licked her lips as I panted in front of her, trying to keep my balance, feeling dizzy. I saw her lean forward as if to lick my nose, when she suddenly emitted yet another huge belch from her mouth, sending spittle and my jiz all over my face. Sartin giggled as I rolled my eyes at her, she began quickly licked it off as I asked, "So...where did you learn that lovely trick?"
She suddenly got a very dreamy distant look in her eye. She stayed like this for almost a minuet. Then I stamped my hove hard and she came to saying quickly, "Oh, nowhere. You wana try something else?"
I shook my mane and let the question go saying, "I'm a little spent now, but what did you have in mind?"
"Well" she nickered happily, "It is customary that one returns that favor when a blow job is given" me ears suddenly pricked up, as I watched her white body slowly turn, showing off that lovely ass for me again. If I hadn't been spend, I probably would have struck a hard on at one look at her rear. Her pussy, because of her attentions on me, was swollen and drooling on the floor, winking gently at me. I needed no further invitation.
Slowly, I leaned forward and extended my tongue, just barley grazing the outer edge of those lovely lips, feeling my nostrils fill with the scents of her need. I could feel her shiver as my touch, my steady pace driving her mad as I wanted it to, as I gently eased my tongue in a slow pressing circle on her outer lips. But Sartin was having none of that I would soon find. She wanted to get screwed not tormented. Man I loved that mare.
She suddenly gave a piercing winy, and took a quick step backwards, burying nearly half my mussel up her hot, sticky pussy! At first, I was too stunned at where my mussel was (about an inch away from a beautiful round pucker). But the scents of mare overwhelming and surrounding my nose, quickly took over. My lips and tongue began to quickly jab, lick, and suckle what they could inside of her, while I "thrust" my mussel to and fro, sending her to ecstasy. She almost seamed to scream in pleasure, as her body convulsed again and again in orgasms.
As for me, I'll say the experience was interesting to say the least. I obviously licked it, if my spent but swaying rod was any indication, and the tastes were...indescribable (try licking a horse's pussy; you'll know what I mean). Every time I pulled my mussel back for a breath, her pussy almost seamed to open and close, in hunger for more. Man, that cum was to this day, the best thing I ever tasted.
It must have been a good half-our later, when she finally began to loose steam. I gave one last internal kiss and lick, and pulled out of her with a slurp, watching with interest as her pussy gave one last wink at me, before closing tight, and being covered with a tail curtain. End of the shop. As she turned to lazily clean of my face, I couldn't help but say, "That...was...incredible. What's next?"
She couldn't help but laugh at my enthusiasm. I probably looked like a young colt that struck his first hard-on and thought he could run with the big boys now. But she was spent, and looked it to saying sleepily, "Let's what till we're both fully refreshed tomorrow Quagmire. I think we've both used up our quotas for today."
I smiled, realizing she was right, eyeing my own equipment, still trying to spring one last hard-on for the night, but staying stubbornly flaccid. It finally gave up and retreated it to its sheath as I follow Sartin to her stall. I shut the door behind her, licked her nose goodnight, gave one last departing shot of her ass, then shut of the lights. I sighed, completely burnt out as I leaned against my own stall wall. I think that that was the only time I wished there was another stallion or two on the farm, just for someone to brag to. Now all I had was Buddy, and he wasn't getting anything out of me but a horseshoe to the balls if I ever saw him again. But I pushed that out of my mind as I drifted off to sleep, hardly waiting for tomorrow.