textfiles/sex/EROTICA/M/marefant.txt

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Archive-title: Mare Fantasy, A


    She was out in the far field when I arrived.  A honk of the
pickup's horn got her attention, and she came running to the fence to
greet me.  It was a crisp winter's afternoon, and her breath misted
in the cool air.  It was obvious that she had been pla ying in the
new-fallen snow, as her coat was simply covered in the icy white stuff.
I opened the gate and walked up to her.  We exchanged greetings and
headed towards the warmth of the barn.

    Thankfully the barn was heated.  It had been quite chilly outside,
though the weather often did get worse than the -20 degrees that it
was today.  The barn was normally kept at 10 degrees, which made it
comfortable, but still cool enough to require usi ng a sweater.  Today,
however, I had turned the thermostat up to a more pleasing 20 degrees.
The sweet smell of fresh hay impregnated the air, combined with the
smells of leather tack, dust, and most importantly, warm horse.

    The filly sighed contentedly, glad to be out of the chilly
nipping of winter.  She liked playing outside in the snow, but she had
been outside for a few hours while I took care of business in town, and
she was getting tired of it.  Now inside the barn, she relaxed more,
and looked around to get her bearings.    Noting her empty manger, she
nickered softly and nudged me towards it.  "Hungry, are you?"  I asked,
knowing the answer.  She replied with a higher note, like a child who
knows that something good is coming, and is getting excited.  To further
prove it, she did a bit of a dance, showing her increasing excitement.
"I'll be just a moment then" I told her, as I went to the feed room.
Opening the door released a warm, wonderful smell of hot mash.    It was
her favorite treat, and she became even more playful as the warm scent
drifted toward her.  "Careful," I warned as I spooned some into her bowl,
"It's still hot."  Ignoring me (typical), she took a large mouthful,
and promptly spit it out.  "I told you," I laughed, "Why do you never
believe me?"  She shot me a look and snorted, then gingerly began to eat,
taking a little more care this time.

    While she ate, I took out my set of brushes, and proceeded to
groom her sleek body.  Starting with the curry comb, I brushed off
the melting snow and ice flakes, and combed out the snags in her mane.
A steel-toothed mane comb then gently moved through her deep, flowing
mane, making it smooth and soft like silk.  The next brush, the Stiff
Dandy, was then used to help smooth down her coat, and brush out her tail.
Her coat was like the finest velvet.  It was smooth, soft, and warm
to the touch.  She sighed with great content as I ran the brush and
my hand down her back, and began rocking gently side-to-side with the
rythym of my brushing.    As I brushed her firm rump, her tail would flick
up and to the side.  This was one of her favorite parts of grooo ming,
and mine as well.

    As I combed her tail with the Stiff Dandy, her arousal became
more and more evident.    She finally stopped flicking her tail, and simply
held it up and to the right, giving me a full view of her perfectly
formed pussy.  Already, faint traces of clear filly-cum were visible.
A slight touch to the warm lips caused her to shiver, and flex her vaginal
muscles.  As nature intended, her pussy "winked" as a result, showing the
deep pink insides, and the swollen clitoris, both now well lubricated
as her passi on rose.  My own passion was quickly on the rise as well,
but I wasn't done with the grooming yet.  Putting the Stiff Dandy away, I
took out the final brush, the Soft Dandy, and began brushing her with it.

    Her rocking increased, both in tempo and in force.  She pushed
against me, not enough to knock me over, but enough to assure her that
I was still there.  Her face was the last part to be groomed with the
Soft Dandy.  She lowered her head, allowing me to brush her forlock and
around her eyes and ears without stretching.  Having done so, I put the
brush down and stroked her head gently.  Running my fingers to the tips
of her soft ears, I began a slow, massaging rub on the tips.  For some
reason, rubbing the tips of a horses ears is very pleasurable, if done
properly.  I had lots of experience with this, and she was soon purring
with a deep "horsey" purr.  As I did so, she began to nuzzle my crotch,
knowing quite well what she would expect.  My own growing excitement
and musky scent further excited her, and she began nuzzling me in earnest.

    I have a reason for not wearing a belt on these occasions,
and this was it.  Horses are very talented with their mouths.  In some
cases, they are even more dextrous than humans are with their hands.
But a belt is beyond them, after all, even humans ne ed two hands to do
up a belt.  At any rate, with out the incumberance of a belt, it did not
take her long to pull the top button open, and then by simply pulling on
the fabric, to open the zipper of my fly.  Another tug dropped my jeans
to my ankles, and I stepped out of them.  My cock was now straining to
be released, and she was quite aware of it.  But now it was her turn
to tease.

    She breathed deeply on it, nestled in my jockey shorts (very
appropriate, don't you think?) causing me to sigh with desire.    She then
nuzzled some more, brushing her velvety nose and hot breath against
me through the thin fabric.  The combination of her breath and my own
pre-cum  was making my crotch moist, and increasing the musky scent.
That she now began licking me through the fabric did little to improve the
situation.  But now she seemed to have contended herself with the teasing,
as she gently gripped the elastic waistband, and pulled the shorts down.
My penis sprang to full erection, and she paused, as if measuring me up.
She seemed satisfied, and began to nuzzle me again.  The smooth feeling
of her velvet muzzle against my balls drove me deeper into ecstasy.
She knew this, and began to gently lick at them, warming them with
her breath.  Finally, she eased her tongue and mouth over the tip of
my cock, and slowly began to suck on it.  She was incredibly gentle,
never once did I feel her teeth, only the powerful and wonderful sucking.

    She stopped, and lay down, stretched out in the warm straw.
Her nipples were clearly visible, and hard.  Though  she had no foal,
her udder was enlarged, yet currently without milk.  She enjoyed having
her nipples rubbed, and in the course of time, this had stimulated her
growth.  She now motioned towards them, and I knew what she had in mind.
Lying in the 69 position, she took my cock into her mouth again, and I
began to swirl my tongue around her nipples.  Her sighs of delight told me
she was really enjoying this.  Her nipples were not unlike those of human
females in size and texture, but they were considerably firmer and warmer
to the touch, two attributes that I especially like.  A wet smacking sound
reminded me that her warm, moist pussy had not yet had any attention.

    Crawling behind her, I slipped a finger into her, while reaching
between her legs to continue massaging her nipples.  Her pussy lips
flexed again, and she sighed with pleasure.  Removing my finger, I
licked the warm juices from it.  Despite what some may think, a mare
is no different from a human female, except that instead of smelling
"fishy" they smell like fresh cut hay.....a considerable improvement,
in my opinion.    Reaching forward, I replaced my finger with my lips,
and began kissing her gently.

  This resulted in more erotic quivering and flexing.  Slipping my
tongue into her, I began to swirl it around her swollen clitoris.
A wave of heat and moist pussy juices came forth as she reached her
first climax.  Her entire body shuddered, and she nickered her delight.
She had the most perfect pussy I had ever gone down on, and I felt I
could do this forever.  My cock, on the other hand, was beginning to
get rather uncomfortable all by itself.  The filly now moved into such a
position where she was not lying flat out, nor sitting or standing up.
This was her "awake-but-lying-down" position, and both of our favorite
position for what was coming next.

    In this position it was possible to look at each other while
making love.  I lay behind her, right hand on her back, left stroking
her left buttock, and prepared to enter her.  She had positioned herself
so that we could both enjoy maximum penetration with the least strain.
As the tip of my cock touched the lips of her pussy, she flexed again,
opened herself wide, and drew me in.  The amount of body heat within a
horse is incredible, and my lucky cock was totally encased in the most
luxurious pussy imaginable.  Mares have far more muscular control than
human females, and she gripped and massaged my cock with her vagina as
I gently thrust in and out.  I felt her near-crushing grip several times
as she reached one orgasm after another.  In this way, I was jealous of
her, as I could only have one without having to stop.  But the knowledge
that we were bringing each other such pleasure quickly pushed the thought
from my mind.

    I held out as long as I could, feeling her climax at least five
time as we lay making love in the soft straw.  Finally, I could hold
back no longer, and as she reached another crushing orgasm, I did all
but explode within her.  We had made love many times, but it had never
been as great as this time.  I felt like I was coming for hours, her
grip never letting up, as I moaned and sighed in perfect harmony with her
soft but ecstatic nickering.  We were both exhausted by this point, as I
crawled back up to her front.  She laid her head down in my lap as I sat
down, and began licking my fading erection, not wanting to miss a drop.
I stroked her velvety cheeks gently, as we gazed into each other's eyes.
There was no need for any words, the eyes told it all.    "I love you"
is what they said.

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