I wrote this story about 10 years ago...I dont think Michelle or I ever got around to post it here...Parts of this story are based on real events...Hope you like it.

This Friday evening commute is driving me crazy, I will never get home at this rate, I thought to myself. Stop and go for 10 miles, ughh. When I wonder if anything can get worse, my cell phone rings…I close my eyes and pray its not work or Michelle, my new girl friend calling. I quickly grab my phone and say hey, its Michelle, she wants me to visit her parents for the weekend. My eyes roll to the top of my head in agony. Can things get any worse?

Finally after more then two hours stuck in traffic I pulled into my driveway. Aaahh, relief at last. Little did I know things are going to get very satisfying later in the night.
I fell onto my couch still feeling stressed, I decided the only way to relieve the stress from the last work week is to “take my medication”. So I head to my bedroom to spark one up. “That did the trick…nothing can piss me off now”, I said.

I have decided to blow off my girl for the weekend, because driving 2 hours to north New England isn’t on my top 10 list! I can take the entire weekend to make up an excuse to tell her when she gets back. So I decided to go take a hike before the sunsets this evening. I chose to try a new path tonight; it’s an old service road that runs along a historic Massachusetts river. As I shut my car door I notice the temp outside has dropped almost 10 degrees since I left the house, “damn cold” I say out loud.

About 10 minutes down the trail I realized no one is near me, its now safe to be bad. Its time to smoke the joint I had stashed in the pack of cigarettes. I lit it, closed my eyes and savored the smoke. Holding it in until it hurts, beneficial pain is what I have named it. Smiling like a stupid man, I took the last hit, my best hit of the night, tons of smoke hung in front of me, combined with the fog coming from the river, made the scenery look memorable.

I looked around and noticed the sun has set, and there is a full moon working its way up the sky. When I was getting used to near silence there’s a noise from down the path that startled me. My heart races as I tried to extinguish the pot without destroying it, at the same time not letting the person coming see what I am doing. Finally I regain myself and start walking toward the fog, away from the noise. Suddenly I think I hear horse hooves galloping behind me, which even scares me more. My mind is racing with bad thoughts, like: the noise is the park ranger on horseback coming to arrest me. I took a deep breath and peered through the foggy, smokey curtain that’s settled around the trail, the figure is emerging from the darkness into the moonlight. I’ve determined that it is a horse that is coming at me, unsure about what to do next, I stand totally still, hoping the park ranger will think I’m a tree.

About 10 seconds go by with the horse walking closer. The horse and I are 10 feet from each other, I hoped my stomach doesn’t growl, that would scare it away I thought. The horse is pure white, I then wasn’t sure if this was a ghost. I examine the smokey shadows around the horse, no one is riding this horse, and there doesn’t appear to be anyone with it. With the full moon high in the sky I was able to see down the both sides of the straight trail, nobody in sight. Hmmm, interesting.

I was breathing deep, so deep the horse had heard me. Standing in front of me was a beautiful white horse, I’ve never been this close to horse before, I realized. The horse must have escaped its stable. My first thought is to capture it, and find out if there is a reward, money always made my decisions. I stood there as it walked over to me, snorted a couple times then it swung its head over to my face. Stunned I back up fearing it would break my nose with a turn of its head. It came closer to me, smelled my face, and then licked my nose. I stood still to let it gain my trust. We looked each other in the eyes for a long moment...there was something familier about the eyes I thought.

My fear subsided as I touched the side of its head. Then the horse nudged my pants with its nose to see what gender I was, I assumed. As I ran my hands down the belly, I noticed this horse trusted me. We looked each other in the eyes, my heart was still racing like an engine. I not only found this animal gorgeous, but my mind was telling me it was sexy. My sex life with Michelle was great, so its not like I was desperate for love, it was un-explanatory. I was snapped out of trance by the horse whiskers tickling my face. We were face to face, I closed my eyes and told myself anything goes tonight.

I leaned forward and we pressed our lips together, the horse opened its mouth to lick me, we licked each other’s tongues for a long moment, I backed away surprised the horse was a great kisser, and had good breath. By now my pants were bulging with what the night holds. We kissed again, but my curiosity was running wild, was this a mare or stallion? I began rubbing its chest under its neck. Slowly I rub its body, working my way to the back end. I slide my cold hands down below to feels its gender. My hands find something warm, two very large nipples. She snorts as if she is enjoying the massage from my hands. I told my self earlier that anything goes tonight, so I knelt down to kiss her tits. As I sucked on one of them, and tickled the other, she shivers for a second then as my lips are rapped around her breast, she starts giving milk to me. I spit out a couple time, then chugged my soda. I sat there in shock. She must have recently given birth. “It didn’t taste that bad”, I said. My desires were working over time because before I new it I was sucking milk from her again. I was in love with this horse like a 100-year-old virgin.

After a few minutes of nursing from this goddess mare, I stood up and was combing her tail with my fingers. Her tail is ground length and flows in the slow breeze. It feels clean, and smells great. This mare was clean everywhere, its owner probably gave her a bath after she gave birth. I touched her tail to lift it so I can caress her vagina, but as soon as I touched her tail she lifted it for me, she exposed her sculpted round ass to me. She leaned back wards to let me it was all right. I kissed her puffy asshole so softly, it smelled like perfume, I moved my face to the underside of her tail, as I kissed the skin under her tail, she arched her tail very high, she bent her back and lowered her head, she wanted to be mounted I imagined. I lowered my face to the top of her vagina, licked her lips all the way down to her clit, spending a couple minutes tickling her there, she tasted great. As I run my mouth up and down her large opening, she tenses her female muscles. I doubted I could give her an orgasm orally, so I need to satisfy her harder and deeper.

I looked around for something to make me taller, that’s when I spotted the old tree stump. I walked over and stood on the 2 foot mound of dead wood, the horny equine walked up to me and nudged my pants again, with in seconds I was standing in the middle of the woods at night, nude with my lover next to me. My clothes fell to the ground, and continued to tumble down the embankment. My shirt kept rolling right into the river, nothing was going to bother me now. In a show of gratitude I presented my man member to her to examine. She sniffed it curiously, then licked me a couple times, she nodded her head a few times to show she was happy. She again licked me, and then fit my wood in her mouth to taste. I was shocked with enthusiasm at the fact that not only is she the best kisser I have ever had, but gives better blow jobs then Michelle.

Just over a minute went by with her sucking on my stallion size cock. I had to pull out before I exploded in her mouth. She had the taste of my pre cum in her mouth, which seemed to excite her further, her tail was standing straight up, she was a beautiful sight. We gazed into each other’s eyes again, she rested her head on my shoulder few a couple minutes. I ran my fingers up and down her face. She sucked on my fingers that still had the taste of marijuana on them.

I just could not understand how an animal can love so much, I felt I was with a human lover, some one I used to love, her name was Ann. When I gaze into the horse’s eyes, it feels like I looking in Ann’s eyes. Damn I miss her, Ann was my fiance, she was killed during a plane crash on her way to a business meeting in California. The plane had an engine failure and crashed into a barn. The crash killed all 10 on board, and all ten horses in the barn ten years ago.

The moonlight hit the mare’s curves perfectly. It was time, she wanted it, and I wanted it!
She rotated her rear in my direction and pretended to eat leaves of a near by shrub, at the same time blinking her pink skinned pussy in front of me. I start by rubbing my unit up and down her steamy lips. I finally poked through her, into her wetness. It felt hot compared to the cold temps outside. I entered her fully on my first thrust, her vagina was deep. To regain better stability I grabbed her waist and rocked hard into her, the mare's muscles were tightening the harder I rocked into her. As I rubbed the top of her female organ with my rock hard, her inside started to seep with wetness, she was fully stimulated, yeah, and I was too.

The intercourse was great, she was a great lover. After several minutes of hard pounding and rubbing I finally launched my sperm deep into her, even though I released in her I was still humping her. Giving her my all, hoping biology would fail, hoping that I got her pregnant. She relaxes a bit as I slow to a stop. As she lowers her tail she lets out a loud whinny that echoed a great distance, then trots around for a couple seconds.

When she is done dancing in front me, she catches an odor she likes, she smells her vaginal juices and my cum on my dick. She eagerly cleans it off me, and plays with me for a little while with great suction...our eyes meet again. Damn I felt a love I havent experienced in nearly 10 years.

As she continues lashing her tongue around my genitals, I notice a shimmer from a strap of leather that is around her neck. Automatically I think it’s a nametag. As she licks my nuts and belly to get ever last drop, I think I see a name, but tell my self that I’m seeing things. I will let her finish with me before I look again.

After almost licking my entire body the horse walks to the river for a drink to wash down the sex liquid. I put my pants on and walk over to her to double check the name on the tag. Again I read the name, and can’t believe it. The tag reads Mare Ann. I shiver and the hair on the back of my neck stands up. I stared at the name for a third time. This is the name I used to call Ann before she died. I have always had a thing for mares, and Ann found out. So I used to call her Mare Ann as a pet name in bed. She used to call me St Bernard, because she thought they were sexy, and had the biggest penis of any dog. Could it be her?

The horse finished drinking river water and we were face to face again. We gazed into eaches eyes for a real long time, that’s when I knew this night was unlike any other. I cleared my throat, and said Mare Ann out loud. The horse whinnied and bucked with joy, I was confusedly convinced re-incarnation is real, and I have proof. We must have hugged for an hour; during that time I shed my first tear in 10 years. Everything fits together now, Aargh, I wanted to show Ann how much I missed her, I was afraid tonight maybe they only night I can, remembering the anniversary of the crash was this month. As I think deeper, I hugged Mare Ann harder, I realize it is in fact 10 years ago tonight. The pain causes me to cry like a baby, I find myself smiling, which confuses me more. I have never cried because I was happy. My two biggest dreams have come: I made love with a mare, and was able to tell Ann I loved her one more time.

As I step away from hugging her I hear a rumble in the distance. The noise is coming fast, I scramble to hide behind a huge pine tree. The noise was like thunder. As I sit in awe 10 white horses gallop past me down the path, kicking up dust that mixes with the river fog. As the dust settles I realize my lover is gone. She must have run of with the others.

The next night I decided to test my luck on more time, I headed back to the trail where my best night ever took place. Unfortunately after waiting for more then an hour I gave up waiting for my love to show up. I wasnt dispaointed though... A night like last night should only happen once in a lifetime...and the great feelings will last a lifetime.

This post has been edited by WETS on Sep 23 2009, 09:24 PM

A real touching story, if I could I would give it a 10.

An very nice story. :blush:

thanks, great story, cheers

Thank you! I loved the story, very touching yet very erotic