Always since I was little I was attracted to horses, I was the typical girl city, crazy about wheelies, of course she ne

Always since I was little I was attracted to horses, I was the typical girl city, crazy about wheelies, of course she never went further to ride those tired fair horses and to see or caress the horses that could be seen in some circus that came nearby from my house. I never thought that now at the beginning of my thirties, I would see myself so involved with these noble beings and especially with a pony.I met my pony when I was He had been separated from his mother for barely six months, when he was still he was breastfeeding, his previous owner had not been able to sell with his mother and he was one of the cattle that were noted as part of the stay that my husband had bought, to diversify your investments. Those were the days of models flourishing economies and privatizations, everyone I had some money, after long years of depression and my husband with his fledgling IT company had already managed to obtain some income and it seemed good to invest it in a room that was sold at a very convenient price, I those years she was the budding housewife she had become a sweet computer science student who fell in love with her teacher and that shortly after having affairs with him, she became pregnant with twins from the man who would be the man of her life. The fabled horse was by that time a little bigger than a medium-sized dog and there were I had to feed him with a giant bottle, he was a Shetland pony of pure blood, of those who walk in circuses or keep them rich European landowners for the amusement of their children. My children were eight years old at that time so they already knew Imagine it was love at first sight, the family adopted him right away. I think it was my children's main toy during those years and with He also learned a lot of responsibility because they were the responsible for feeding and caring for him, always surrounded by my children and the children of the laborers the little horse we call Opal, He grew up with a very docile and peaceful character, many Sometimes I had to take him out of our house to where he followed my children or I simply went in to ask for food or sugar which was his favorite treat, everyone liked him and everyone pampered him, the foreman of the ranch said that the pony did not believe he was a horse but a human being, because of how he reacted with other animals, He said that, for example, when another animal scared him he looked for to the first human that was nearby and took refuge behind him. But time passed my children They had to go to study in boarding schools in the big city, almost six hours by car from the ranch they only came when they had long vacation, we had already built a very comfortable house in the ranch and I got used to the healthy life of the country and how I I specialized in multimedia, I dedicated myself to the design of multimedia projects, something he could do very well in the solitude of the room and at the same time control the room somewhat, my husband only came on weekends since he was dedicated to your computer business now wholesale. Well I think that loneliness was the basis of my wanderings. Ópalo had become On a very small horse he was barely four feet tall. tall, although it was wide in back, it was still a toy If we compared it with a normal horse, although very beautiful, It was white with black spots on the withers and haunches, His eyes are black with huge eyelashes so expressive, his very long bright white mane and tail as we had never had them before. cut gave it an unusual beauty, in short it was a beautiful animal although It was barely the size of a large dog like a Labrador. Because of his character We had to build a shed near my house since I couldn't being with other horses that could hurt him and also He was accustomed to different treatment and different food than his peers. At that time we had bought a thoroughbred mare, which after having notable successes on the racetracks, an accident on his leg had made him useless for racing but could serve as a good reproductive and we were thinking of impregnating her too of a champion, by artificial insemination. I remember they brought her at night storm around 9, when there was no one to receive her, so I had to receive it myself, the horse stables They were a bit far away so I thought I'd make a place for them nearby. of Opal in the shed behind the house, just that night, he had not counted on the fact that the mare was in heat or estrus and my little horse Opal at last, when he smells the female became very nervous, around twelve at night he became impossible, Ópal was kicking the wooden wall of his corral and the frightened mare was neighing too, I was already among my sheets when all that kilombo started, so dressed Only in my pajamas did I go out to see what could be done in the shed, I couldn't think of how to calm them down, Opal With my presence he stopped kicking the walls but continued trotting in circles in his little pen while he snorted, he never did. had seen like this, while the mare in the neighboring corral She was restless and neighing, I guess she also smelled like Opal. Anyway, I could have taken out one of the two and tied them outside until dawn but the heavy rain that was falling at that time It made me deny that solution, I thought if I put them together maybe Opal will calm down although he could also become even more frantic trying to ride the mare, and get hurt or get hurt, because we could ruin the business by impregnating the mare, there was no danger since the horse would barely reach the mare's chest stretching, and so to speak a mount was almost impossible to a mare that was three times his size, well I thought just for now I will make him sleep on the porch of the house, waiting so that he doesn't eat my geraniums and azaleas, I tied him with a rope and I started to throw him out of the shed, but he, rebellious and with a force that I didn't know he pulled me towards the corral where the mare was, in the middle of the wooden door smelled for the first time up close, I guess it did something to the mare funny to see such a small horse, who immediately calmed down, He walked around the corral and stood on one side of it with his queue towards the door of the corral, while Ópalo snorted trying of inhaling all the smell that came out of the mare in heat, at that moment I saw for the first time that my little horse had an erection, his penis had protruded from the loins and was projecting indecently towards In front of me I had never seen him in those tasks with the little horse and it made me very funny. He had always called me attention when we sometimes made a horse ride mare was a sight that always excited me a lot, seeing a couple of those beasts having sex, for a city dweller like me it was an exhibition who always left my panties wet, even though he always pretended coldness in front of the peons, seeing those huge horse penises as big as my arm and much wider burying themselves in vaginas super wet of the mares was the hottest it could be Imagine, many times I masturbated in solitude remembering those scenes. They even excited me a lot when the semen was extracted from one of them. those animals to freeze it and sell it or use it with a mare apparent, see how they managed to insert the enormous erection of those animals in that sleeve where the semen was collected was simply disturbing, I remember one day when we were doing those things and when The laborers had retired to lunch, without anyone seeing me I was able to get close to a stallion, a huge cold-blooded Percheron, but very tame they were extracting the semen and naughty I palpated the huge penis, I couldn't hold it completely in my hand because its thickness, its warmth, and hard consistency while the soft touch That skin made me shudder, although I didn't like the tip of that powerful instrument, I think that the too large foreskin made it That part of the powerful penis looks more like an elephant's trunk. than a penis and I don't know about other women, but I I love the shape of the head of men's penises, the glans is which causes me to lick and suck a man's penis. But my Opal's penis was far from that majestic penis that one day I touched, but This one was even more disturbing because of how human he seemed, erect, it must have been, without exaggeration, about thirty centimeters and 3 or 4 wide, it was almost human, also in its shape it had a well-defined glans and its deep pink color made it a penis worth seeing and boy did I see it, it was too late and there was probably no one around and my hormones made me betrayed, soon I felt the heat of excitement, I really wanted to touch that huge penis, well I thought. and who could see me, falling to my knees in the straw of the shed I reached out my hand and for the first time I touched that penis beautiful, it was warm and soft, but of a stiff consistency like a stick, what My horse had a nice penis, I thought, I think Opal He also noticed that touch because he stayed very still. and I would even say that he calmed down, that and my fever made me think maybe if I masturbate him he will calm down at once and very lasciviously I started to move my hand from the tip to the base of that penis. stroking it first, feeling all its shape, consistency and how It beat, and then harder, feeling those little veins and those ridges who had that magnificent penis, while I was thinking if I had this a man was surely a God, when I realized I was already panting like a bitch in heat and my hips moved by themselves in circles, it's been a while since I got so horny, I wanted to touch myself, but at the same time I didn't want to stop caressing that penis with both hands like he was doing it, I wanted to see it spill, I thought how horny I was that just seeing him expelling semen would calm me down and then I gave myself entirely to the task of draining that stud and boy did I enjoy the 10 minutes or so that I began to polish my little horse's penis, until with reservations and snorts Ópal came and how he should have bounced at least half a liter of thick white semen, my hands were covered of that liquid, I instinctively brought it to my face and smelled, It didn't smell any different than that of a human, that special smell that reminds me there was a lot of starch smell, I wiped my hands with the straw that was on the floor of the shed and with another handful of straw I cleaned the puddle of semen, which had fallen to the ground. Well I didn't do anything else that time although I stayed As hot as an oven, I just pulled the horse now docile as always on the porch of the house between the rain and the lightning Ópalo stayed there, while I entered my house soaked on the outside but an oven on the inside, my bathrobe and pajamas were soaked, I took them off in my bedroom, until I was only with my panties, my eyes were wet panties, I took them off too, I was about to twist them and wring them out in a bucket and it wasn't rain all that moisture was my discharge, I smelled it there naked, while I saw my reflection in the closet mirror, The truth is that when I looked at myself, modesty aside, I looked very good. It's not that I was a top model, but at thirty-two, I kept myself perfectly. She had a nice bust, with a size 85, she had long, slender legs, with the English always well shaved to the wax so that the pussy looked perfectly trimmed, like I like to have it. My heat returned when the smell of my panties spread all over the room, he needs to caress me again, my right hand went straight to rubbing my wet pussy and sticky, while with my left I rotated my hard nipples between the thumb and the index finger how I like to caress myself, oh how I needed to enjoy, soon I had to open my pussy with one hand while that with the fingers of the other she caressed my clitoris very gently and labia, how I like to reach orgasm like this, but this time Even though I was hyper excited I couldn't reach orgasm, I decided Then use my secret orgasm-pulling maneuver, lying on my side right with two wet fingers of my left hand, I slid them caressing from the end of my back between my fleshy buttocks until he bumped into my ass, caressed it in circles and then from behind penetrate my wet vagina with three fingers while ahead the index finger of my right hand is cruel to my clitoris, and finally the orgasm came, a strong and dull one that left me almost fainting. but wanting to continue, while I imagined being fucked by me pony I had two others, as strong as the first, but when I imagined the huge penis of my little horse my vagina wanted to feel something better than my fingers inside, I wanted to put something bigger, I raised my eyes desperate, looking for something that would remind me of the shape of that penis and on my bureau I could see a bottle of deodorant, I think normally It would have seemed savage to me to penetrate myself with that knob but in that frenzy I thought it was the most appropriate, the cold glass jar with its plastic lid it gave me a chill when it hit my pussy open and hot, even so I continued to deepen it in my body, it felt enormous how it divided my flesh and it caused me some pain, but my body needed it and I introduced it almost to the base, now I wanted to move it inside me and in my In desperation it occurred to me that if I stuck my buttocks to the wall in the head of my bed I could imagine as if my little horse was fucking and I did it by sticking my buttocks to the wall and moving from back to front made the deodorant bottle entered and exited my vagina as a male's penis would enter powerful in his female, only a few seconds passed when an overwhelming orgasm It moved me all over, I think I even fainted from the pleasure, when I came to, I was there covered in sweat and with the bottle of deodorant completely buried in my vagina, it was not easy I could barely get it out of there by pulling it from the base of the built-in I had it, I went to the bathroom to clean up and freshen up a little. When I returned to my room I was surprised by the heavy and strong smell with which he had perfumed the entire room, now only I wanted to rest and fell asleep right away.(to be continued)I would love to receive feedback of this text, to see if you liked it and continue it because I have a lot to tell about my horse and I, I would also like to establish correspondence with girls who love their pets like me, so girls write to my mailbox, ponygirl442@hotmail.com , I will only answer girls like me, so men, refrain.