This 'dream date' resulted from a short session of sharing fantasies with a fellow BF member; the aptly named EquineDesires. (I :heart: his brain.) He challenged me to quickly come up with something 'dirty' involving him, a horse, and me. Leave it to me to introduce several horses, instead. ;)

Anyway, I decided to flesh it out just a tad more than the condensed version I used to titillate him, and add a few extra elements that happen to tickle my perverted fancy. Ready? Here we go, with the first portion.

<3 & :heart:,

- E.

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I've got to hand it to you: you're rock-hard - have been for the last who-knows-how-long - but you haven't yet given in to your frustration. You could've just jumped me at least a million times..

Lord knows I've teased you enough.

But all through this kinky little date of ours, you've been content to just watch; perhaps gently stroking yourself as you do so. Despite me stripping slowly for you; despite the blatantly sensual way I was prancing around this barn, in the nude. Well, except for my high-heeled boots. Even wiggling my bum for you as I walked.. and swaying that pretty little fake pony-tail sprouting from the butt-plug in my tush like a good horsie-girl; going around cuddling, stroking, kissing and playing with these magnificent horses in the various stalls surrounding us.

Seriously, I'm impressed. You make a great camera-man.

It'd started off innocently enough, with us having a picknick of sorts in here: your friend's spaceous barn. I brought along a nice bottle of wine, and there were plenty of laughs during our meandering conversation. But, of course, we both knew it would escalate: the two of us, in here. We knew full well we shared the same deviant fantasies, and with us sitting amidst all these gorgeous, virile animals..

Well, we didn't even need the alcohol to lower our inhibitions.

With rosy cheeks and a girlish giggle, I decide to up the ante. Kneeling on the dirty floor, I catch your eyes, intently gazing at me from behind the camera, as I soothingly carress the mighty flank of the big stallion I decided to service first. Smiling as you softly moan out of sheer anticipation, I brush a lock of my dark hair out of my face and wink at you, my green eyes shining. I beckon you to come closer and enjoy the show from a front-row seat, and get some nice close-ups in, before turning my attention fully to the powerful - but thankfully calm - animal towering beside me. The intelligent and experienced horse is already snorting and stamping his hooves impatiently, his breathtakingly beautiful cock spilling out at even the slightest of affections.

Already I find myself panting, the sight of so proud and massive a malehood pulsing and growing erect in front of me, and the thought of such a huge beast being turned on by my petite self, enough to make me very, very wet. Even drool a little. The fact that you're not only watching, but filming me doesn't help in the least.

Gently, lovingly, I take the semi-flaccid horse-cock in my trembling hands, bringing it towards me and rubbing, stroking and kissing it all over. I clearly enjoy the texture of that pink and black, mottled dick, and nuzzle into it; rubbing my cheek along it's length. The smell, too, I find divine.. A nice, clean horsey smell. I make sure to look right into the lens at this point; my green eyes shining; a huge, lascivious smile plastered on my face.

I don't last long just toying with that big masculinity, though. Before long I greedily begin licking that fat, blunt flare of a cockhead, whilst jacking off my equine charge with both hands, despite really wanting to touch myself as well. I try to work as much of the soft, hot horsemeat into my woefully insufficient mouth, murmuring in delight at the taste, stabbing my tongue-tip against the source of the continuous spurts of yummy horse-pre that were flooding onto the selfsame pink muscle. I let it slip out, sporadically, solely to catch my breath and show you - and "the viewers back home" - how that clear, hot horse-lube kept continuously splashing against my lips and pierced tongue.

A sharp whinny is my only warning; the sound shaking me from my bestial-cock-sucking delerium, just in time to savour the first ejaculation of the stallion's climax in full consciousness. I swallow as much as I can, and you and that dutiful camera both can see my throat working as spurt after spurt of creamy horsecum is gulped down, but still I have to let not a little of it drool down my chin, from where the runny semen quickly dribbles down my neck and chest. When I've drank my fill, I let that twitching, ebon shaft slip from my aching mouth; allowing the last few ropes of come to messily paint my face and hair and tits.. Just, you know, for visual effect.

A bit embarrassed at the state of me, I giggle and look at you; making sure I put on my best I'm-an-innocent-girl-no-really face just for sheer dissonance of it, and throwing in my sexiest smile to boot. Simultaneously, and thoughtlessly, I find myself toying with my cum-soaked breasts: spreading the warm seed around and rubbing it into my glistening skin; simply reveling in the sheer quantity and taboo nature of the sticky stuff. And I'm just getting warmed up, too: there are plenty more studs for the horsie-girl to tend to! You keep on rolling, not missing a single second or a single drop of sperm as I move from stall to stall and suck off several more gorgeous stallions; alternatingly swallowing their come, or letting it wash over me like a shower; my enthusiasm actually increasing with each subsequent animal, rather that dwindling. God, I'm just totally infatuated with these beautiful horse-cocks, and I guess it really shows..

Slowly rising after my latest lewd act, my knees protesting after supporting me on the hard, stone floor for so long, I wobble over to you unsteadily on my high heels. You insist on first getting a few trailing shots of me posing sexily, showing in graphic detail how much animal come was layered on my, visibly shiny, skin and visage; rivulets of it running down between my breasts and the tendons in my neck, and sticky droplets of seed just barely clinging to my pierced nipples. Not to mention the noticeably beads of girlcum trickling down my inner thighs.

It was too bad we couldn't edit in an x-ray of my tummy, at this point, too, I'm thinking. I might've made a complete, sticky mess of myself, but I still managed to swallow quite a lot of my hard-earned rewards, too, like a good, cum-loving pseudo-mare. It feels so nice and warm and gooey in there at the moment, with several stallion-sized loads filling me, and sloshing around tangibly as I moved. It makes me want to purr in delight.

I sigh gratefully as you finally put the camera aside and hold me, both for the affection as the much-needed support. Clinging to you happily, I stand on tippy-toes and press my lips to yours, kissing you passionately and, much to your surprise, letting some horse-cum I'd saved just for you spill into your mouth; the taste of it thick on my tongue and a glistening film of it still coating my parted lips. I moan and shiver in your arms as I feel you accept my gift - after the intitial start - and feel turned on by your willingness to share with me.

And you elicit much louder moans from me when your hands grope my rear, and playfully press two fingers on the base of my 'tail,' of course. Deciding it was high time you got some much-needed release, lest your continued performance as chronicler of my equine depravities should suffer, I once more get on my knees before you. "C'mere.." I murmur, as I lean back a little and cup my cum-soaked, C-cup breasts in my hands; pressing them together invitingly. Getting the hint, you groan in horny anticipation; stepping forward and, with unsurprising ease, slipping your trembling cock betwixt those two semen-slick globes of girl-flesh. Turns out horse-cum makes a great lubricant! Who'da thunk it..

Rubbing my thumbs over my aroused nipples and toying with the piercings therein, I use my hands to press my boobs firmly together for me; mooshing the soft, malleable mammaries around your raging erection, and creating a nice, tight little sleeve for you to slide into. I tease you a little whilst you fuck my slippery breasts, asking superfluously whether you liked watching me suck off those horsies, whether I was being a good lil' horsie-girl, and if my horse-cum-drenched boobs felt good around your cock. "I want to be bred.." I then confide in you, in a cute, whimpery, needy tone. "I want to be a good little mare and have one of these horsies fuck me.. I love their big cocks, and I love tasting their cum on my tongue, but what I really need is a nice load of warm stallion-seed flooding my womb to overflowing.." I know you love to hear me say such things. "Pleeeease help me?" I add in a high-pitched whine.

I don't even need to go into my pretty-please-with-a-cherry-on-top routine, from the look on your face.

"Aren't they a little too big for you, honey?" you ask, and I genuinely touched by the concern in your eyes, even as you continue pumping your cock inbetween my bouncing tits. "You might get hurt.."

"I practised.." I reply, your rather surprised look making me giggle a bit. "I bought a realistic horse-toy from that one website you showed me - remember? Same place I got this plug-tail.. I took it into the shower with me eeevery night after work."

This mental image, coupled with my lewdly lubricated, soft breasts wrapped around you, is apparently enough to push you over the edge, and I purr happily as you lavish several more spurts of seed onto my already coated boobs; moving quickly, I manage to catch the last, bubbling gushes on my tongue. Cooing contently as the warm, viscous sperm dribbles slowly onto my tastebuds, and teasing the bottom of your cock-tip with the metal stud in my tongue to coax out the last dregs still churning in your trembling balls, I subsquently make quite a show of gathering all your precious cum in my mouth. First I draw in my tongue, of course, but I also use my fingers to gather what seed you'd let spill onto my abused boobs, only to lick them clean, and then noisily swallow, in the most sensual way I can possibly manage.

I smile widely at the look you give me, and stick out my tongue playfully.

"Now, about that horse.."

:wub: Very nice!

Thankiez, Cymric. :blush:

This post has been edited by Crescent_Moon on Aug 30 2009, 08:46 AM

Interesting start. I hope you plan to write more on this thread. Thank You.

Thanks.. I'm already working on the next part. :ph34r:

"I want to be bred.." I then confide in you, in a cute, whimpery, needy tone. "I want to be a good little mare and have one of these horsies fuck me.. I love their big cocks, and I love tasting their cum on my tongue, but what I really need is a nice load of warm stallion-seed flooding my womb to overflowing.." I know you love to hear me say such things. "Pleeeease help me?"

For a werry longtime, I have searched something like this. Finally I got that anticipation and exitement in me, beacause... It is not the greates emotion for me, to read the pure coupling between woman and equine. It is hearing the needs and emotions of women. Ofcourse when beginning of story is based right, climax will come due coupling. Please keep on writing about what you get thru emmotionaly. You started great! :blush:

Great start can't wait for more.

Thank you, dinobryon.. ^_^ I really appreciate you telling me exactly why you found that arousing. It gives me some reassurance that I'm pushing some buttons, at least, since I'm mostly just writing in a fashion that arouses me, without knowing how my choices of language, content and descriptive detail affect others..

Anyway, I just updated another tale of mine in the story-section, and I'll be working on an update to this thread tonight. I'll post it regardless of how far I manage to get, so if you're sitting with one hand beneath the desk: keep hitting those F5 keys later today, haha. :rolleyes:

:heart: -E.

This post has been edited by Crescent_Moon on Sep 1 2009, 01:16 PM

ohh nice start can't wait for more

It is that I can't move much, or I'd be fidgeting and wiggling all over the place. My hands shake as they grip the leather-clad handles of the curious contraption you've helped me position myself in, and my knees are trembling with nerves. I'm certain that I would chicken out if I wasn't also so incredibly, womb-achingly aroused.

This special breeding-stand, custom-made by your, apparently rather talented and perverted, friend, feels rather confining, but also oddly comfortable. It supports me perfectly, even in the exaggerated and rather lewd pose it forces me to assume, with my feet just barely touching the ground, my butt held firmly and tantalizingly aloft, and my back all curved and hollow so my chest is proudly puffed out. Then there's the extremely sturdy platform just above my back and the slightly more elevated one above my head - which I've numbly deduced serve to accomodate my massive lover-to-be..

Droplets of horsecum - left-overs from the thorough hosings of before - have become diluted by my sweat, and trickle ticklishly down my heaving breasts and fluttery-feeling tummy. Between my legs, however, entirely different liquids, uniquely feminine in nature, are seeping languidly down the smooth skin of my inner thighs..

A fact you note as you crouch between them; busying yourself with fitting the last anklet of that spreader-bar on my left leg, so as to keep my feet planted firmly apart and my legs nice and sluttily spread. You seem to be taking your time, enjoying my aroused anticipation, and playfully swat my plug-tailed rear after you rise, humming approvingly to yourself as you watch me squirm.

I whine softly at you, and you seem to be mollified by this, letting your fingers drag deliciously along my side as you walk to my front.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" you ask me for what must be the millionth time. Fortunately, you accept just a mere, intense and smoldering look of my green eyes as a satisfying answer; perhaps seeing the neediness that had taken hold of me therein. "And you really want.. all this stuff, too?"

With 'stuff,' you of course meant the added little accessories and finishing touches I'd come up with myself, which served mostly to add even further to the lewdness of the scene, which I had insisted would look even sexier on film. The plug-tail had been one of them, and one of which you'd clearly approved, but now you were asked to do things to me that seemed degrading, and it stirred my heart to think that you were reluctant to do so.

"Yes. Please.." I gently implore, smiling at you. "It'll make for some great shots before.. before the moment supreme." With a nod and wan little smile you acquiesce, shaking your head softly but admiringly at this crazy girl you'd hooked up with. And so you tie my wrist with the leather straps already present on the bench, adding to my restraints and already restricted state.

Next, you fetch the leather bit-gag we'd gotten, fitting it around my head with calm, gently fingers, and tightening it once I'd opened wide and taken the odd-tasting bit in my mouth; clenching down on it with my teeth. The reins attached to it you loop around the bars of the platform above me. Already I felt less like the girl I was, and more like the mare I was to become.. I wiggle my butt a little, enjoying the tingling sensation as the long, soft hairs of the luxurious, fake pony-tail, blooming from the base of the thick plug in my rear, dance along the my straining, widely parted legs.

With equal care, you attach the cute, horseshoe-shaped ornaments to my nipple-piercings, and finally attach the make-shift little sign I'd crafted and written to the ring at the front of the slender, leather collar I'd donned.

"SLUT-MARE", it read. I already knew this, having penned the lewd and humiliating description myself, but it sent a shiver down my spine to see it - albeit in reverse - dangling from my neck in the large mirror I'd had you place some ways in front of me.

For some time I stare at the girl in that mirror, as you start up and focus the set of cameras we'd set up on tri-pods around my current perch. She's bound and seemingly helpless in that strange structure, her legs held apart and her shapely rump held high, positioned perfectly to receive a thorough breeding.. And to top it all off she's made up to look like an adorable, human approximation of a horsie; complete with tail and bit and bridle, and matching piercings dangling from her jutting, perky boobs.

I might've explained these added touches away by blaming the perverted audience, but really, looking at myself in this predicament, I could cum right here on the spot.. I don't know why my brain works this why, why it arouses me so to be so helpless, and even debase myself.. And really, I don't really care!

Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh when suddenly notice you'd traipsed off, and I hear a long-awaited sound..

The clip-clopping of those hooves makes my sopping cunny twitch helplessly, and I moan around my bit; experiencing a delightfully spine-tingling mixture of trepidation, fear, and unimaginable arousal.

Hand never left underneath of the table, as I readed this. Werry nice teasing part, liked it lot! Frustratingly I didnt allowed my self a release yet. I hope you keep on writing fast, because im already saving myself for further episodes. :D

Oooh.. now that's motivation! :P

Once more this gave me many big smiles (and a big something else naturally!) and once more I can't wait until the next chapter of this divine story! I love the way with your stories you give the perfect amount of detailed description but told in a way that is believable to the extent that at times I can greedily imagine it is I stroking those beautiful horse cocks! :P

You had me at 'green eyes' :wub: And the rest? WOW!!!!!! Beautiful details and imagination.