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My First Mare - Part 2
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She was a dark and stormy mare
Well, I'm back. Some of you may recall me from my "First Mare" post back
in April. Since then I've done a little bit more experimenting, which I
though I'd share with you. Note that any names used are aliases, so if they
turn out to be really silly or lame, just be glad the horses don't have
to live with those names for real. :-)
I have been for the most part involved with Seka, a full size bay mare, and
apparantly one of the dominant females in a pen of several. From my
and others' observations, she seems to enjoy sex, both in and out of heat,
so we've been known to dash off to the barn now and again. She loves
attention of any sort, and can be rather insistant about it, sometimes
intercepting me as I'm heading to one of the other horses, or just
wedging her way in between me and the horse I'm fussing. She's also the
star of "First Mare" mentioned above.
Lucy's even worse, sometimes nipping the horse I'm with just so she can get
all my attention. She generally gets shooed off for her trouble as I go off
to continue with the horse I was with previously. Of course, I have to
go over and fuss her some later. :-) She's a good kid; she just wants all
the attention.
Then there's Jo, a mustang mare. She's smaller than the other mares, and
I always see her skulking around away from the rest with her head low and
her ears back; hence, she's always kind of reminded me of the tough kid
at the back of the playground that everyone hates. So of course I had to
make a special project out of befriending her. I'd tried touching under
her tail a couple times before, but she never showed any interest, so I
gave up on that aspect and would just spend time scratching her where she
seemed to want me to and rubbing her down, and trying to keep Lucy from
chasing her off. Sometimes I would have just come from seeing Seka, who
almost always seems to want her pussy stroked at least for a little while
once I've gotten to her itchies. Like everyone else, Jo's always interested
in that smell on my fingers, which I would let her sniff on for a while
before hunting down her itchies. This had been going on for a couple
weeks I guess until one surprising night. I had done much the same as
usual, scratching her all over after letting her sniff the smell of Seka
on my hand, when she cautiously but unmistakeably offered her rear to me.
It almost seemed like she was curious about what it was I, a human, was
able to do that cause Seka to return to the pen at times with her tail
high and her scent on my hands. I, on the other hand, had completely
dismissed any such possibilities with Jo. Lightly I reached under her
tail and stroked gently downwards. Sure enough, there was a slick line
of lubricant between her labia, and it took no effort for me to slide
a finger in and move it around. I let her get used to the feeling as I
gradually upped the number of fingers in her, sliding them in and out.
She kept her tail to the side and stood still, and one by one the other
mares came over and gathered around to see what was going on. In a few
minutes I was able to get my hand in and start working on getting my
arm in. Even when Lucy came up, Jo remained still and in place, and I
began to thrust, slowly at first, then faster as my arm became slick
with her moisture, being careful not to hit the far wall of her vagina.
Moans began escaping her, and the crowd closed in around us, their
lips curled up in Flehmans' (one, in fact, took on a permenant Flehman's
the whole time). Still I kept thrusting, varying my speed, sometimes
stroking the bottom wall of her vagina, until finally she stepped forward,
which I took to mean she'd had enough. I stepped away from the bobbing
heads and back up to Jo, who was looking back at me like, "Damn!" I
let her smell her own juices before rubbing her back and neck down.
The next night I took her from the pen, after checking her receptivity,
tied her to a tree nearby, and made love to her until she signalled she
was satisfied by moving forward away from me again. Then I took her back
into the pen and all hell broke loose, as I was nearly knocked over just
trying to get her halter off. Hooves kicked up dust so that I could
barely tell one horse from another. Apparantly the rest of the mares
were upset that this little subordinant was getting some kind of special
treatment, so I ran out amongst them until I could find Jo among them.
and blocked their charges. Fortunately I wasn't alone; Jo's daughter,
Crystal, was helping guard her. I was just afraid they were going to
kick the shit out of her if I left her, so I stayed until they finally
calmed down, fifteen or twenty minutes later, sometimes taking them by
the head to force them to stop. When all seemed under control, I patted
Jo on the neck and left the pen, staying a few minutes longer to watch
from a distance and make sure they didn't start up again. We both escaped
any injury, thankfully. Since then Jo's been actually friendly to me,
even coming up to me (as long as Lucy's not near), which I'd not seen
before. I'm not sure if it was the intimacy or my blocking the rest
of the mares that night, or possibly the both. That night also seemed to
mark the end of her heat, and she didn't show signs of interest in sex
until her next heat, which started a couple nights ago. And she was
far from subtle about announcing it to me, practically running me over
backing into me with her tail aside. Oddly, though, no matter what I
do, whether trying to get my hand in or merely stroking her labia, she
turns around after a minute or two, then after a minute allows another
minute or two of whatever, and so on. I've not figured out why. She
was apparantly quite a frustration for stallions for doing the same thing
to them, effectively walking them all over the pen while mounted. It
almost seems like she has conflicting desires.
As an aside, after that first night with Jo, I came back inside and
brandished my sticky arm at Wrangler. "You'll never guess who."
"Crystal?"
"Nope. Jo."
"JO???" He boggled for a few moments, then seemd to regain his composure.
"Of course the real challenge," he continued as if passing the event off,
"would be Lucy."
The next night I returned with a juice-coated arm and asked him, "Which
one did you say would be a challenge?"
"Lucy," he replied. "Wait a minute--get back here!" he suddenly added
as I started to walk out with a shit-eating grin on my face.
During my nightly visit, I decided to see how Lucy would respond to such
an advance. I touched under her tail, lightly as usual, which was greeted
by a tail clamping down. I would have drawn back and left it at that had
she not immediately raised her tail a bit, as if she'd changed her mind,
or I had taken her by surprise at first. Once again, a slow start, just
gently stroking her labia. Her tail raised a bit further, a good sign.
I slowly worked myself further into it, and she assumed "the stance" (legs
spread slightly and tail out of the way). I took her all the way with
my arm for a while then slowly withdrew. She hadn't gotten as into it as
either Seka or Jo, seeming more bemused by it, but liking it OK.
A few times when I've gone in to see them at night, some of them are
lying down, though awake. I've tried lying down up against some of them.
Seka, much to my surprise, seemed quite annoyed by it, though Wrangler
said he's lain down with her several times. Jo seemed rather uncomfortable
with the idea. Oddly, the only one who seemed not only not to mind, but
actually enjoy my presence while she was lying down was the only mare
who's shown no interest in sex so far, Crystal. Crystal's a big, friendly
gal, and I love her to pieces anyway. I came up to her, talking quietly
to her, and scratching slowly along her neck. When I settled in next to
her and stretched my arm over her torso, she turned to look at me, sniffed
my leg, then gradually rested her head on me and seemed to almost fall.
asleep. Just an absolute sweetheart the entire time, moving very gently
whenever she wanted to shift positions slightly, and resting her head
on me.
I've not tried it with Lucy yet; Jo and Seka don't seem to mind me being
around while they're laying down, they just don't seem to like the idea
of me resting against them. On the other hand...
After another frustrating night with an indecisive Jo, I finally went over
to where Seka was laying down. She looked at me casually as I walked
up to her backside, then perked up when she felt the wet washcloth I had
with me to clean off horselips wash hers off. She watched me with ears
up and forward as I entered her. Something of a quicky since it was late,
but we both enjoyed it. An interesting position; that was the first time
I'd tried it with the horse lying down, and I must say I quite like it.
But I suppose that's enough for one post. As usual, comments are welcome.
User@Large
"Nice Moment"
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Patchy clouds covered the stars along the horizons, and lightening
flickered in the distance, but above me the sky was mostly clear with no
threat of rain. Aside from the lightening there was little visibility, as
the moon wasn't out yet, so it took a little while for my eyes to adjust as
I wandered out to the mares' pen through blind familiarity.
Eventually I was able to make out a couple large blobs in the darkness, so
I headed towards one, which turned out to be the ever-elusive Jo standing
over the ever-loveable Crystal. I did a horse-snort as I approached so
there would be no surprise (I'd nicker, but I'm really lousy at it) and
traded snuffles with them both. After petting and whispering to Jo a bit,
a settled down next to Crystal (Jo kindly made some room for me) and put
one arm over her back and leaned up against her while I kept my other hand
busy stroking her nose. We were ready to lie there for a good while and
snuggle, as we've done before, until Lucy came up and broke up our little
party, meaning to chase everyone off so she could have all the attention to
herself. It's not like she's neglected, but I don't want to reward her for
chasing everyone else off, so I ignore her and wander off with Crystal to
another part of the pen, with Jo tagging along behind.
I guess Lucy got the hint, at least for that time (I gave her some fussing
later), so after a bit of attention to both, a moved a few steps away and
sat down to see what they'd do, hoping Crystal would lay back down again.
Both came over and hovered over me for quite some time--keeping watch.
Heh. After a while, I reached up and lightly stroked Crystal's throat with
my open palm, just as a "Hi!" To my surprise, she seemed to *really* enjoy
it, like I was giving her scratchies on her itchiest spot, so I kept it up
for a while longer before laying my arms on my knees, and my chin resting
on my crossed arms. Crystal snuffled me a bit, then my hair, then
surprised me by licking my back! This was different, but I wasn't about to
argue--until she finally reached my ears; that tickled too much, and I
leaned away, laughing. I returned to my position, my head laying sideways
on my arms watching her. She kept her head down close to me, and after a
little while she slowly moved her muzzle towards my face, finally resting
her lips on my cheek and just staying that way...
I love these guys!
Sorry, no sex this time, just another Nice Moment.
-User@Large
The romantic pervert. :)
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Why do I like horses?
Well, if you're not interested, go ahead and hit "n" now. What follows
will be a lot of random and probably quite chaotic thoughts and ponderings
on my part to put into words what I've only really given little thought to
defining.
I might as well start with the physical, since most people's opinions are
first on what they see, myself included. For as far back as I can remember
I always kept a look-out for farms and trailers when I traveled with my
family so as I could catch at least a glimpse of a horse. They've always
struck me as handsome creatures, and even at the most tender age to which
my memory stretches I'd always thought they had just the cutest butts, and
that in some ambiguous way they looked sexy--this despite the fact that I
was clearly too young to understand much about sex, other than the most
basic concepts of what went where, and that when things rubbed against that
dangly bit down there it felt really good. But horses were sexy; perhaps
it was the way they looked like they were bent over, as if "ready" to
receive, I don't know.
It wasn't for many years that I ever got to see horses more than
fleetingly, much less got to be close enough to touch one; my first chance
was at a school fair, on an adult-led ride around a circle on horseback. I
was probably a little old for such, but tossed aside any concern for what
my classmates, milling about around me, might've thought and got in line.
When I got to the front and was waiting for my turn, one of the horses
apparently kicked at me while my attention was on another, and I turned to
the ensuing commotion as a man holding the lead rope to the kicker laid his
own boot in with vigor into the now understandably upset horse and yelled
at it for having kicked. Now, I had no idea how much damage a hoof could
do at the time, nor even exactly what the horse had done, or much else
about horses in general, so I felt really bad for the horse and wanted to
tell the man not to hurt him on my account. Now, of course, I understand a
little better what a hoof can do, and the potential liability the fellow
faced had the horse not missed...but anyway, my turn came up finally, and I
climbed aboard. My mood was probably dampened already from that little
scene, but I found I really wasn't that thrilled with riding. I was just
sitting in this seat, being led around in circles. I didn't even really
feel like I was around a horse, in that position, just like I was on a
ride, like a carousel or bicycle. I didn't know what I wanted with horses,
but I knew that really wasn't it. So much for my first close-up with a
horse.
It was quite some time before I gave any more serious thought to the
critters again, any more than casually watching for trailers and farms. In
the meantime, age and hormones had done their thing to me, and I'd become
yet another drooling male teen, and like any other, realized there were
better reasons than cooties to be terrified of girls. :) But that aside,
there was no denying that feeling of arousal I felt when playing
rough-and-tumble with friends' dogs, which I rather embarrassingly had to
hide from anyone who might see. I never did anything with them, though,
other than trying to masturbate a family friend's male Chihuahua until I
got paranoid someone might walk in, and copping a feel of a German shepherd
bitch who wasn't much interested. But other than knowing it wasn't
something I could discuss with anyone, I felt completely natural about it.
Yes, I knew it wasn't something most people were interested in--that it
wasn't "normal"--but that never bothered me.
Other than a couple rather unsuccessful ventures in high school, these
thoughts were put away to the back of my mind until I'd been in college a
couple years. By this time, I'd dated, lost my virginity (yes, with a
human female...a rather pretty, slim, dark-haired one at that), had a few
girlfriends, had a number more one-nighters, and generally had time to
experiment with the "normal" relationship stuff. But slowly the thoughts
started to resurface, probably sparked by the accidental discovery of the
equine unit in the agriculture department during one of my campus
wanderings, and finally decided to head up there one night. I expect to
have reposted my complete adventures by the time I put this up, so no need
to go through all the gory details all over again, but an important point
arose from these adventures--I found I was attracted to MALE horses, as
well as mares. This surprised me once I thought about it, and was the
first time my feelings had caused me any consternation. You see, not only
did I consider myself completely straight, I was also raised to be a
homophobe--and yet here I was wanting to give head to stallions! It can
perhaps be imagined the kind of confusion I felt from this, as well the
amount of self-doubt and self-questioning I necessarily underwent. It was
only after I'd finally become more vocal on ASB and talked to some other
folks that I was able to sort it out and become comfortable with it (much
thanks to Pony Lover, Redvane, Equus, and others!) and found out attraction
to male or female wasn't completely black and white, but can vary with
species for any number of reasons.
But I've digressed quite a bit from the original premise. By this point in
time, I'd had a chance--or rather, been rather forced--to think out my
interests in the critters. They're sleek, handsome, powerful creatures,
and I liked that. There's a mythology that surrounds them; old legends are
filled with hints of a noble, wild, desirable beast; whether known as
unicorn, pegasus, or the more mundane horse, tales of chivalry and valor in
times past; whether ancient Greece, Medieval Europe, or the Old West, the
horse was an icon greater than any statue I knew. They're also powerfully
sexual symbols; anyone who wonders why has never seen a stallion in his
full glory. :) And this is nothing new, and certainly not restricted to
those who are sexually attracted to them.
This was as far as it went for quite some time; they were sexy and
attractive, and that's about all I knew I felt about them for quite some
time. Since I plan to have my old posts reposted, keen readers will notice
a shift in perspective over time as I spent more time with them. No doubt,
I still find them physically just as attractive, but as the novelty of
sexual relations wore off and I came to KNOW them, I found other reasons to
like them. They're friendly. They're goofy. They're individuals with
distinct personalities. They're mischievous. And they're much unlike all
the mythological preconceptions I'd had of them, from the friendly
strangers who crowd around me curiously to the shy one on the far side of
the pasture; from the big, patient fellow who complains at nothing to the
grumpy girl who wants everything HER way; from the mischievous nippers and
occasional bad-tempered biters and kickers to the stallion who cowers in
fear in the back of the stall; from the happy, playful ones who'll stampede
around the pen with you to the silly one who can't seem to get used to her
long schnozz and keeps bonking it on everything. And for no reason that
I've been able to figure out, I find a great sense of placidity in the
company of a horse.
And now that I've been around them a bit more, what do I like? I enjoy
befriending and getting to know new ones. I enjoy being in the company of
old friends. I like to watch them move and interact. I love scritching
them where they need it most at the time, and watching them react with
pleasure and happiness. I revel in running my rts falling asleep like
that, perhaps even with her head in my lap. And when they and I are
interested, yes, I still enjoy being sexual with them.
All in all, I really can't say exactly what all I love about them, and I
don't think I could ever figure out the causes for it. And knowing what
more I do know about them, little as it may actually be, I don't really see
much of the legend in them anymore. But I see something I like even more,
and can only imagine this mythic horse figure arose not just from the
embellishments that propagate in epics passed down through generations, but
as well from the love and respect of those who were close to them, every
bit of which they deserve.
User@Large
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