It is a warm spring day, but a bid muddy because it had rained recently. We have driven out to farm country for a stroll in the fresh air. There is a long thin forest path that follows the top of the escarpment with farmland on one side and a cliff on the other.
We get out of car and take a deep breath. The country air smells fabulous. It smells of spring thaw: hay bails, budding trees, last year's leaves, manure.
We're wearing shorts, T-shirts, and hiking boots. I suggest you take the lead, mostly because I am mesmerized by your sleek legs as you navigate the mud and rocks along the trail.
It's too early in the spring for bugs and still a bit cool in spots, especially in the parts of the woods where there are lots of big mossy rocks. There's even still a bit of ice here and there in nooks.
After walking through the woods for a bit, the trees open up and we enter a warm meadow. The smell of the spring wild flowers fills us with life. I take your hand and we run through the meadow like children. Your hair is out, and flows behind you like wings.
Back at the other end of the meadow the muddy path continues on into the cold stony woods. We shudder at the thought of going back into the cold. "Maybe we should try to stay in the sun?" I suggest.
That would mean going off the path.
You say, "sure, let's see what's that way," pointing towards the farmland. We leave the path and head towards the open farmland to our west. We come across a barbed wire fence that blocks access to a farmer's field. It looks like a grazing field. We carefully hop over the barbed wire and step onto the bright sunny pasture. I hold your hand as you climb over. As you land on your feet you look up at the horizon. There is a hill to the north.
We walk along the fence up the hill. We have to walk carefully to avoid the fresh horse poop in the field. The smell of manure is a bit overwhelming for us city folks. Sure enough, at the top of the hill, we stumble upon a small herd of horses, swatting flies with their tails and looking at us curiously with their big brown eyes. One of them greets us: "neeeeigh".
Being so close to a big herd of horses is a bit scary. Each one of them must weigh a tonne. If the whole herd decided to charge in our direction, we'd be toast.
We glance nervously over at the fence. The barbed wire is harder to climb over up here, but we decide to give it a go. You hop over carefully and make it unscathed. I'm a bit less careful and end up cutting the inside of my thigh on a barb.
"Ouch," I say as I land on my feet.
"Ouch," you say in sympathy and come over to me to take a look. You squat down in front of me and trace your fingers lightly around where I cut myself. The feeling of your fingers tracing along my inner thigh is really arousing. "It's bleeding a bit, but it doesn't look too bad," you say, continuing to stroke lightly around the cut with your finger tips. Your eyes wander up to my groin to notice that your caresses are having an effect and drawing forth a bulge in my shorts.
The horses walk over to us, curious. You stand up, a bit startled by the approach of these huge beasts. I bend over facing away from you to gather up some grass to feed the horses. While bent over, I take the opportunity to re-adjust my bulge in my shorts so it's not bent over, and has somewhere to grow if things get any hotter. But as I stand up with a fist-full of grass, we both jump as we hear a loud "CRASH!" At first we're scared that an angry farmer has shown up to kick us off his land. But then we notice just past the herd down the other side of the hill is a wooden fence, and on the other side of the wooden fence is a large, handsome stallion. The crashing noise is the sound of him trying to get through the wooden fence.
My instinctive reaction is fear–that he was trying to get through the fence to charge us. But then we notice near him, just on the other side of the fence from him, a mare is pacing back and forth near the wooden fence. She snorts and whinnies and stomps her feet and generally looks frustrated.
We walk down the hill, on the safe side of the barbed wire, to check out what's going on.
Down at the bottom of the hill, we put two and two together. All of the horses on one side of the fence are mares, and the one stallion of the herd has been fenced off. We can see why the farmer has separated the stallion from the mares. Hanging down under his belly is an astonishingly large erect penis. I had no idea horses got this massive. His penis was the size of my arm. And at the base, his testicles look like two 5-pin bowling balls hanging low in a sack. This stallion was horny, and was agitating for the mare just on the other side of the fence.
I know it's a bit indelicate to discuss such things, but it is plainly visible that the mare is also in a state where she is very ready, and wants to have the stallion right now. Her genitalia are all puffed out, and her crack is slightly opened and glistening wet. She rubs her hindquarters against the fencepost trying to get some relief. This only makes the stallion even more crazy for her.
The scene is arousing in a funny kind of way. Country folks see this sort of thing all the time, but to us city folks, it makes us feel kind of curious and frisky.
I survey our immediate surroundings. Near us is a chest high bush with a big rock at the base. I get an idea. I take your hand and walk you over to the bush. "What are you doing?" you ask.
Just as you ask this, we here another "BAM!" "BAM!" as the stallion smashes his head against the wooden fence. The mare on the other side "moos" in encouragement. She's not sure whether to face him or turn around and present her rear to him, so she just kind of turns around snorting and stomping her feet.
Behind the bush, we feel safe and hidden. I say, "that's quite something eh?" as I reach my arm around your waist.
"Hmm," you say as you put your arm around my waist. Neither of us wants to say out loud that we want to stay and watch these horny animals, but neither of us starts to walk away either. We feel like we shouldn't be watching this, but it's erotic in a strange sort of way. My hand grabs onto your hipbone and gives it a little squeeze, like how I would squeeze your hip bones when making love to you from behind. You drop your hand from my waist and run your palm over my ass in response. That makes my cheek flush and my penis stir in my shorts.
"BAM!" the stallion smashes up against the wooden fence again. The female mare turns to face the stallion and utters an encouraging "mmmooooooh." She turns around to present her rear to him again. It looks even puffier and wetter than before. Her wet vulva peeling open a bit, like a flower opening to the sun, revealing her bright pink wet invitation to the stallion. This mare really wants her man.
I feel a bit embarrassed that this turns me on. Seeing a female animal so brazenly flaunting her need to get laid. I move to stand behind you, positioning my rigid penis between your ass cheeks. I lean forward and kiss your neck as my hands firmly grab your hip bones and pull you against me. "Hmmm…." you coo as you lean back, reach your arm up around my neck, and kiss me on the lips. You wiggle your butt against me in encouragement and this causes me to pull you even harder against me and precum into my underwear.
"BAM!" "BAM!" the stallion is getting frantic now, hurling his gigantic weight against the fence. His huge erect penis is starting to leak wetness at the top. It looks like animals precum in the same way humans do.
I reach my right hand down to the front of your shorts and start scratching with my nails against the cloth of your shorts where I think your clitoris is. You reach around behind me and put the palm of your hand over my penis. I reach right down between your legs and cup my fingers around your mound, and then slide my palm back up to your pelvic bone and scratch your clitoris through your shorts again. You gently move your hand up and down the outside of my shorts.
The mare turns around again and rubs her itchy swolen hindquarters up against the fence again. At this the stallion flares his nostrils and snorts hard. We see a long sticky strand of precum drip from his huge, fully erect penis down to the ground. At the sight of this, your knees go a bit weak. I lift you back up by grabbing onto your hip bones and then quickly slide my hand inside your shorts. I can't reach very far because they're tight, so I undo your button. You're not so sure about this and you grab your hand over mine to try to stop me as you look around. I look around too. Behind us is a forest thick with underbrush. In front of us is a chest-high bush. To either side of us is a barbed-wire fence running the length of the edge of the property. There are a whole lot of mares looking at us lazily. But it looks like that's it. The coast is clear. I kiss your neck just below your ear and your hand over mine relaxes. I proceed to unbutton and unzip your shorts and then reach my hand into your pants. You are really hot and wet down there. I start by lightly stroking your wet stiff clitoris.
You reach your arm behind you, and down the front of my pants. I undo my button and zipper for you. You grab onto my penis which is also really hot and wet. Your hands discover wet spots everywhere down there in my underwear–I've clearly gotten pretty aroused and pre-ejaculated all over different parts of my briefs. You grab onto my penis lightly and start spreading my precum across the tip of my penis and my frenulum, in small little strokes of your thumb.
It feels so good that I stop stroking you for a bit, as I'm paralysed by the pleasure of you touching me.
"BAM!" "BAM!" <CRACK>. To our astonishment, one of the posts on the fence cracks. The stallion can now rub its nose against the back of the mare. The mare stands there frozen still as the stallion roughly nudges its snout up against her crack. This seems to make her swell up even more and open up even more. Her opening is soaking wet and fully flowered. It even starts twitching in little muscle spasms when the stallion's snout rubs up against it.
The stallions penis seems to grow even larger, and we see another, thicker strand of precum pour down from his tip all the way to the ground.
You don't realize it but you've started stroking me harder. I have also started sliding my finger in and out of you, every now and then stopping to tickle your clitoris.
The stallion takes a step back and makes a really determined run at the fence. "BAM CRASH!" the fence collapses under him and he immediately hops onto the back of the mare.
The sight of the stallion finally making it to her makes us super aroused. I feel you get really wet, and your hand has spread slippery wet precum all over my shaft as you stroke me up and down.
It's amazing to see such huge animals getting it on like this. It looks so awkward and they're just so, BIG. The stallion with its front legs on either side of her steps forward with his hind legs, positioning his penis towards her wet welcoming opening. It's amazing they can even pull this off without hands. I mean how can he possibly line up a 2 foot long penis into a specific spot when he's as big as he is.
The stallion thrusts foward against the mare, spreading precum all over her brown smooth mare but. The precum glistens in the sun on her fur. The stallion keeps thrusting, and just keeps missing. It's so frustrating to watch, I just want to walk up there and put it in for him!
He keeps either sliding his penis under her belly, or poking it to the side, or sometimes even up and over her back. It's so painful to watch him want her so bad, and yet he can't get it on.
Somehow his frustration has passed to me, and I want you to stop touching me with your hand. I pull your hand away and then in a swift motion, before you can stop me, I yank your shorts and panties down to your knees. "Aaaaeeeeiii" you squeal in shock. I lift up your right foot, and plant it on top of the rock, so you have one foot on the ground and the other on the rock. This opens you pretty wide. I quickly yank down my shorts and grab onto your hip bones.
A part of you wants to put your foot back down. It feels vulnerable to be so spread wide open towards me like this. And out in the open in broad daylight. Your leg sort of twitches as you contemplate pulling it back down off the rock.
At that precise moment, the stallion finds his mark and thrusts into the mare. The mare makes a strong loud deep sound in response. The stallion grunts and snorts loudly as he thrusts his huge penis deep into her with a crushing force.
My penis is now poking up against your warm wet opening, and this drives you completely mad for me. You push your ass up against me, pushing me into you. Oh God it feels SOOOO good! You are SO hot and wet inside. I grab onto your hips hard and ram against you, even as we watch the stallion ram into the mare. You start crying out like a wild animal, but your cries are drowned out by the noise of the stallion beast snorting, grunting and thrusting into his mate. I can't stop my self from grunting loudly as well. Pushing hard into you like a wild man, grabbing your hips so hard I'm afraid my fingertips are going to bruise you, I pull you onto me in repeated hard thrusts. Bam, bam, bam.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/3lfrim/horse_voyeurs_mf_first_post