Horse Pussy – well, Pony Pussy anyhow. Pony pussy is sublime.
I grew up in a small village and we had plenty of animals. There was one pony I was particularly fond of. She was far too small to actually ride at least for me, except for kids, but she was affectionate and endearing. I remember just enjoying petting her and she would nibble at me at bit. That was sweet.
Animals are maintenance, at minimum. There is affection beyond that if you can open yourself to it. I would brush her out regularly, pulling out dead hair, I fed her, she was incredibly affectionate and she drew out my affection out of me. Unless you work with animals, you cannot truly recognize affection. Sorry for you.
I cared for her for many months, being the youngest of my family. I don’t know why my family had her. She didn’t do any work, she just kind of hung around in the pasture. She was a good friend I admit, maybe my parents had her for us. I don’t know.
One day in autumn, she was very stiff, her tail pulled back to the hard left. She was “presenting”. She was in heat. How to I describe this? She was looking to get fucked by anything. I was young and curious and very horny. I knew this pony though, I had taken care of her for years, I felt guilty about it, but I slid two fingers into her clit. She was moist, she certainly enjoyed it. She immediately moved back, and shoved in. The sounds of her hooves, and the feeling of her movement, even with my fingers was bliss.
They are nothing but muscle. When they move and you are in contact with them, you can feel it.
I did like to please her. She was more or less my pet. I would never hurt her.
Her reaction to me literally “fucking around”, was, well “engaging”. I had never had sex before, and when I think about it, she couldn’t have either. She was stomping around a bit as I fingered her, her pussy contracting. Her pussy convulsed around my two fingers. She trusted me, and I had earned that trust, and she was 100s of pounds over my weight, I had to trust her, but I knew her for years. It was a kind and gentle relationship we had.
Her reaction to my fingers in her cunt just drove me crazy, so I decided to try to actually fuck her. This is NOT an animal you can just abuse. She could have easily killed me. It’s not just I didn’t want to be killed by her, I cared for her. I loved this animal. I’ve loved many but I adored her.
I was rock hard at the time, slipped down my jeans, and I slipped my dick into her pussy, and she immediately pushed back. I did not cum then, but I will admit it was hard not to. Horses are warmer than human beings, a horse vagina is looser but warmer. They are vigorous. When I first stuck my dick in her, I almost orgasmed immediately, but she hadn’t. I had to make her orgasm.
I was very gentle at first, worrying I would hurt her, but I doubt I could have harmed her. I started to thrust into her. She thrusted back a few times. She was terrifically strong plunging her pussy into my dick. I fucked her many times but the first time I fucked her, I can still remember her pussy squeezing around my dick. I was always certain to make her cum, and a few times, at times I gave her such hard orgasms, she could barely stand. I’m helpful!
They are much larger than we are, but they certainly make up for it in enthusiasm. If you’ve ever seen two horses (or ponies) mate, it’s short. It takes seconds, not minutes. She was absolutely trying to make me cum, and I did cum and the hardest orgasms I ever had. These animals are huge, easily able to kill me, feeling her vagina hitting orgasm around my dick was insane. She loved to get a fuck from me – I hope. I’m pretty certain.
It was a safe place for both of us. Nothing would hurt her, I was extremely unlikely to be caught and I never was, at least to my knowledge. I loved that pony pussy. I just loved that pony in general.
I also liked to dote on her, comb her out, just pet her. What a wonderful experience I had. I sincerely hope she had the same emotional experience. I sometimes worry if she had Stockholm syndrome. I have a tendency to overthink things at my current age.
I never restricted her. I hope she was never afraid of me, or subservient to me. She didn’t seem to be. I didn’t think of it at the time, but I’m far more educated now than I was then. I really worried if she was subservient or afraid of me, it was long ago. I really loved that pony. I think, I hope, she loved me. If she didn’t want anything to do with me, I think I would have been fine with that. The emotional connection was great enough, I didn’t need the sex not to say the sex wasn’t awesome.
I do not suggest you do what I did, but if you do, be gentle and kind. My best memories are NOT about the incredible orgasms I experienced, or about the ones I caused (and I was very deliberate about causing those! I always wanted to make my adorable pony orgasm at LEAST once), it was being gentle and kind. I really loved that pony.
However, I won’t lie, the sex was great. The first time she shoved back at me when I was having sex with her, I blew a tremendous load, it almost hurt. They are incredibly powerful creatures. When she was in heat, I could have two orgasms in a session. I am not kidding – she liked to get fucked. I was in decent shape, but I’m no stallion. When I was being especially vigorous, I could make her legs quake a bit. Her pussy would pulse around my dick, about once every two strokes. I loved to make her orgasm, I wanted to make her enjoy being fucked as much as I enjoyed fucking her, and I enjoyed it immensely. When I finally orgasmed, and I tried to hold back, she would sometimes walk a little around, just moving her feet adjusting her stance. It was intoxicating. Her movement could often make me cum again, much weaker, of course. I could feel her muscles flexing, she was incredibly powerful.
It is a cruelty we live so long. I have lost so many due to age at this point.
My recommendation is do NOT get connected in this way. It’s been 30 years, I still miss her and I now know I will miss her for my entire life. I severely miss her. I don’t think you can have sex and not form some sort of bond, I certainly can’t. I would be willing to die just to pet her in the pasture again. I miss her terribly.
I do not know what amount of us are cruel or sadistic, but I wasn’t. I never exhibited any violence of cruelty to her. I adored her. I was very afraid of being a monster when I was young, I did my best to stay away from that. I know I was going WAY outside of societal boundaries with her, but I don’t see anything really wrong with what I did. I fucked a pony and gave her a quivering orgasm in return. Is this really evil?
I used to regularly fuck a pony, but I didn’t just go in and have sex with her. I sincerely loved her. I think I loved her ability just to see the world as it is. I’m highly educated, now. Don’t envy that. This is a curse. The more you think, the more agony you experience. I have doubts about every single thing I’ve ever done.
I probably should have never done this. I was young, I was mentally weak at the time, certainly more horny and experimental. It was just a joy to comb her out, and give her a hug now and then. That was joy enough. Little one, I miss you. I will always miss you. I suppose, this is kind of a love letter that she will never read.
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