From: pony@stable.internet.org
Subject: Pony Lover
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
So people want to know more about me? I've loved horses for years. I had a fairly moralistic upbringing so I wasn't expecting to find myself attracted to horses. I spent a lot of time kidding myself that I was just watching them out of curiosity. Until one night a gorgeous little dapple grey mare propositioned me and I accepted. I'd had other horses of both sexes try to flirt with me before but this one night I decided to see what we could do. She came over to me, tail raised a little, and wanted to be scratched behind the ears. I scratched, and slid my hand over her soft, grey fur. My hand reached her rump and paused for a while, stroking her rump, wondering what she would do next. Finally I slid my hand down beside her tail and let my fingers stray under the tail to touch her velvety lips. She lifted her tail and turned to look at me, ears pricked. Thus encouraged I very gently and hesitantly fondled the soft lips, before trying to slowly ease my fingers into her. As my fingers parted her she raised her tail and held it to one side. My fingers felt her warmth close around them. I began to rub, still standing to one side in case she decided to change her mind. Her moisture began to run between my fingers. She turned her head forward again and stood, tail raised, eyes half closed, enjoying the feel of my fingers in her. The full moon cleared completely and I looked across her dappled back, silver in the moonlight and decided that I had to try to have her. There was a peicex of log nearby. I took my hand away from her and went over to get it. She stood and watched for a moment, then put her tail down and started grazing as I dragged the log over behind her. I began to fondle her again and she stopped grazing and again lifted her tail. I undid my pants and stood behind her. She was beautiful in the moonlight. I stepped up onto the log and leaned over her rump, one hand still stroking her entrance. She stood calmly, enjoying the feel of me. I pressed as close to her as I could, stood on the tips of my toes, and slid the end of myself within her. She was far too large for me and I could only reach to get a couple of inches in. But those couple of inches! She was warmer than I, and deliciously wet. I put a couple of fingers next to my cock and slowly began rocking back and forth. Leaning across her I looked over her grey back and saw the silver highlights in her mane. Her ears were up and turned back to listen to me. I whispered gently to her. Within moments, it seemed, I was coming into her, her hot wetness taking it all from me. I sighed and sagged onto her rump, and fell off the log. I tried to fondle her again, but it seemed that she had had enough, she let her tail fall back over herself and started to graze. Myself, I stood and watched her for a long time, unable to believe what I'd just done.
Because of my upbringing, it was a long time before I admitted to myself what I'd done. I tried to pretend it was a dream. But when she came into heat again the second full moon I was there again at night. She came into heat every second full moon and for the 10 months that I knew her I was there too. I quickly came to realize that I prefered rubbing geldings until they were relieved but I had a fond spot for her. And I never found out her name.
Pony Lover.
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