Date: Sat, 7 Apr 2018 14:01:48 -0400
From: Winter Wolfe <wispywolfie@gmail.com>
Subject: Baron and His Men

Note that this is the story about three adult males having consensual
sex. One happens to be a 2200lb horse. It depicts fantasy, and it's largely
a fictitious encounter so don't use it as any sort of guide or inspiration
and blame me for anything - just enjoy it as if it were fiction. I would
note, however, that it seems odd to me that it is generally considered fine
to whip a horse to win a race, it's totally cool to kill and ship off horse
meat to other countries (in the US we just ship them across the border so
we can pretend it's not really us killing them) but it's illegal (in some
areas) to touch an unrestrained horse's penis for the pleasure of all
parties involved. This seems to me a bit silly, seeing that everyone
(particularly the horse) is happy, but whatever, that's how it is, I
guess. Odd.

Anyway, enjoy the story!


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We walked thru the warm summer air from the house to the barn, each step up
the hill pretty much memorized in the dark. We were lit only by the stars,
and out here, the milky way was always a clear smear of stars across the
sky. There was that wonderful night sound of insects, distant night birds,
and occasional rustling of creatures in the bushes (the coyotes and foxes
and raccoons were all pretty much used to dancing around the edges of the
farm, and we were used to them being there.) Paul and I opened the sliding
barn door, and were met with excited nickering of the "starving" horses who
hadn't been fed for a couple of hours. Spoiled! We didn't bother turning on
the big lights, and just worked by the emergency lights. We gave them each
a carrot, then walked up to Baron's stall and were met with his big nose
and kind eyes. He got two carrots, 'cause he's big. He's a Clydesdale, and
a stallion. By day, this time of year, he has the most amazing sheen to his
coat, and if you look closely you can see slightly lighter dapples on his
dark brown hindquarters. He has that magnificent thick neck of a stallion,
a crest that says to mares, "I'm a stud, and I'm a very desirably hunky one
at that, no?" Paul and I share a love of this big lug. Sometimes, on nights
like tonight, we mean that quite literally: Paul has occasionally been able
to get his amazingly large stallion's horse-hood inside his ass, if he's
prepared, but he's never had him flare inside, thank god.

The flare is a fun part of stallions, and is probably good for another
story, but basically, when a horse is planted deep in a mare, the head of
the penis grows to two or more times it's original size, and fills with
blood to cause a very brief but large object within her. If you're not
ready for it, it can split your guts open, which is generally considered a
Bad Thing unless you want that sort of thing on your gravestone. Anyway, as
I said, that's for another story, and with respect to smaller equines. A
guy like Baron has a flare like a dinnerplate. You don't want to mess with
that without some practice.

Anyway, tonight, we have something else in mind. Earlier tonight we
"collected" Baron in an AV. Basically, that means we used a horse version
of a fleshlight to make him feel like he was in a mare, and we grabbed his
ejaculate and kept it in the fridge in a big 500ml container. Now, we're
taking that back to him, and we intend to use it as lube. It is, honestly,
natures Best Lube Ever. While I'm dealing with feeding the other horses,
Paul is in the stall with Baron, saying hello, and running his hands over
Baron's sides, burying his face in his mane, that big crest, and taking in
that distinctive stallion musk. He works his way to Barron's rear, and
slides a hand under the tail. Baron is, like most horses, not uncomfortable
with butt scratches: It's a hard place to reach, thus humans being willing
to touch them there is often rather appreciated. Barron is no exception. He
lifts his tail to the touch, and Paul immediately buries his face in that
stallion butt.

If you've never seen a horse butt, it's fine to google, frankly. Nothing
illegal about looking at horse parts. If you do, you'll see that it's not
like a humans, in two distinct ways: First, it tends to be a raised "donut"
(and it's often called that by People Who Know) that has an incredible
musculature that is hard to describe unless you've seen it in
action. Suffice it to say, it's a big, soft, raised donut-like circle of
flesh that just begs for a tongue to explore it's many features. Second,
horses just taste WONDERFUL. They tend to be very clean, and any hints of
manure are not unpleasant, unless it's in large quantity. Even then, it's
pretty benign, and some would say, pleasant. They taste, frankly,
lovely. Paul was already well into his donut munching, and the draft
stallion was the perfect height to allow a six foot tall person to easily
munch on them with a mere head-tilt, the long, dark tail draped down Paul's
back.

Paul was deeply licking Baron, and his hand was between Baron's legs, over
his balls, holding his penis head as it bloomed from the sheath into his
hand while the slurping and sucking sounds continued. So wonderful to
witness, if you don't get instantly hard, you probably need to check your
pulse.

I - now also in the stall - handed Paul the ejaculate we collected. It was
incredibly viscous, and just feeling it slip over your fingers is
incredibly erotic. We draped our housecoats over the stall door, and Paul
took a scoop of the cum and began rubbing it over Baron's asshole.

Tonight we were going to take turns fucking the big horse. In all my years,
I've never felt anything more wonderful.

Paul slipped his hand under Baron's luxurious tail and inserted a lubed
finger, and immediately added two more. When Baron poops, his butt is like
8" across. So he sure doesn't mind those comparatively tiny, slippery
little "monkey fingers." I pull over the stepladder, the only way we can
reliably reach his height. Paul goes first, because he knows I want to
taste the combination of his and Baron's cum when he's done.

On top of the ladder, he inserts a finger for a second which reminds Baron
to lift his tail out of the way, and then he lines up his dick head to the
center and sinks in to the warmth all the way to his balls, which are
already pulled up and ready to unload. Horses have a slightly warmer body
temperature than humans, so it's definitely warm in there. Paul sighs
heavily, and raises one leg to help him get depth (those big stallion
cheeks are in the way sometimes, lol) and begins that wonderful wet sloppy
squelching noise of sex. He moves his hands forward to grab the massive hip
bones and he - ironically - plows the big plow horse. :)

I love watching others breed my horses, it reminds me how lucky I am to
find people who also love the erotic moments when human and non-human
sexuality collide. I have one hand on the edge of Baron's ass, feeling the
give and take as Paul plunges in and out, and my other is on Baron's partly
erect, two-tone penis. The tip has a drop of precum on it, which I bring to
my mouth to taste the saltiness of... He doesn't really get off from this,
in a sexual way, but it stimulates Baron enough that he gets semi-hard
isually. He happily stands still for this, too, because I think it feels
good enough for him. His penis is still moist and so very soft from the
collection earlier, and it's so wonderful to hold that big dick head in
your palm. It frankly fills it.

In no time, Paul is tensing up, and unloading into Baron with a series of
grunts, finally pushing in as far as he can for his final volley. He pats
Baron's butt and says a quiet "thank you, good boy." (I see Baron's ears
turned back to listen - what a good boy indeed) and dismounts the ladder.

I quickly get my head under that tail and start to feast on the warm cum
from man and beast, mixed with a hint of manure. I lick that donut clean,
and pull any bits of grit out with my tongue. It's wonderful, it's hot, I
am darting my tongue in as deep as I can trying to find any glob of cum I
can get. I do this until my tongue gets tired, then suddenly I admit I have
no self control and I find myself climbing the ladder, looking down at that
wonderful wide Clydesdale back with that sexy valley between his two
powerful legs. I run one hand over the bumps of his spine, digging my thumb
in between some of the bumps like I know he loves, while at the same time
lining up my leaking dick with the opening to his wonderful, warm, stallion
depths. As his hot ass lips wraps around me, I sigh at the glorious
softness. Some people talk about how great a "tight virgin" feels, but
until they've been sucked dry by a sloppy wet slut of a draft stallion,
they have no idea what they're talking about. I push in as far as I can and
pull out all the way, then slide back in, feeling him envelop me all over
again. Already, I've done too much, and there's no turning back - my orgasm
is coming, I push in two more times and I start to pump volley after volley
as deep into that draft horse's bowels as I can, which isn't that deep. I
hold myself pushed deep into him for a moment as I calm down, then slowly
slide out and pat his butt and say thanks.

I take a final suck of his big donut, while Paul kneels down and gently
cleans me off with his mouth, the cum of all three of us and some flakes of
manure, all part of our wonderful meals.

As we leave the barn, Baron fed and all the horses tucked in, walking
barefoot in the dew-covered grass, I can't help but feel so lucky to have
this wonderful opportunity to share in such .. love. Between all of us.


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