Reunion A mostly true story about my first return to fence jumping by Horseaxe

My heart pounded in my chest as I crept quietly through the darkened woods, pursuing the lights of a distant farmhouse through the trees. A tiny flashlight, shielded with a long tube, illuminates the littered ground ahead, allowing me to avoid the many snags and fallen branches silently. Am I a burglar? Am I stalking the lonely farmhouse to rob its owners of their worldly possessions? No. I am, however, considered a criminal, even though that for which I quest is desired by only a few, and causes no harm to anyone. I walk through the woods, shortly arriving at an old split rail fence. A square wire mesh is stretched across the rails, and the posts are scarred where a strand of barbed wire had recently been removed. I climb the fence easily, and enter an outer pasture of the farm. I am familiar with the layout of the place, as I had visited it when it was unoccupied. It has many long, narrow paddocks, 1/2 to 2 acres each, separated by overgrown hedges of evergreens and scrub. It had once been a bull breeding station, and had been vacant for several years until just recently, when the new owners had turned it into a boarding stable. Almost none of the pastures are visible from the house, making it perfect for my business.

The pasture is long and narrow. The forest encroaches on the corner I was standing in, but the trees were further apart and the ground was covered by tall grasses. A gate was located in the center of each of the two sides of the pasture opposing me. It appeared deserted, an empty field of tall grass waving gently in the moonlight. Surrounded by the forest on one side and tall hedges of spruce, sumac, hazel, cedar, and arbor vitea on the other three sides, the pasture was out of any view.

Turning off my light, I strode silently out into the field, my footsteps softened by my knee-length, black leather moccasin boots. With a sudden jolt, I trip over something laying in the tall grass. An animal jumps up with a panicked squeal and bolts away through the tall grass. 

Suddenly, the ground around me seemed to erupt with what seemed like more than a dozen scared animals. I couldn't tell what kind of critters I had tripped over, but I thought they might be goats. They all ran down to the far end of the pasture, some of them so small they were just visible as ripples in the grass. When they reached the end, they turned and started running back. Thoroughly spooked, I turned and started to sprint back to the safety off the fence, only to find my way blocked by what I was sure was a mini stallion.

His eyes were big, His ears were back, his mane and tail were bristling in a pose as intimidating as a horse that only came up to my hip could be! He snorts, and thumps the ground.

I softly speak to him, just loud enough so that my voice has its full resonance" Hey, little fella, want some treats?"

I reach into my pocket and get out several of the cinnamon candies I always take with me on these trips. Unwrapping one, I squat down to his level and hold one out to him. He stretches out his neck, sniffing cautiously, then shakes his mane and takes a few steps toward me, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Come on, " I say, " I'm not gonna hurt you "

Again, he stretches out his neck to sniff, and then walks more confidently up to me, taking the candy and turning slightly away. In the dim moonlight he looks magnificent from the side. He appears to be a dappled grey, with a lighter mane and tail. He is well groomed and healthy looking, his light grey coat shimmers slightly over his taut muscles. Happier now that he has gotten his treat, he circles around to me and snuffles my face. We briefly exchange breath - His smells of sweet grass and corn. Still sniffing and snorting softly, he pokes me with his nose, and then lips my hand, clearly asking for more candy. I have never met a horse that didn't have a serious weakness for cinnamon disk hard candy. Unwrapping another, I present it to him. As he accepts the gift, I realize that I am surrounded by a small herd of mini horses.

"Hello" I gently say. My voice causes a momentary stir among the gathered minis, but soon they are all quiet again. 

Counting them, I find six mares ( two of them very obviously pregnant! ), two foals, and the stallion. I unwrap more candy, passing it out in general. Quickly my pocket is emptied of candy, so I reach into my kit bag and pull out a large handful more. The little horses are soon crowding around me, begging for more. When everyone is happily munching a mouthful of spicy sweets, I turn my attention back to the stallion. I reach out and scratch his neck along the mane, and under his chin. In response, he moves closer to me and hangs his head over my shoulder. I scratch his neck some more, and start working on his back and sides as well. Relaxing and enjoying the attention, he leans into me for a few moments, until one of the mares noses him sideways.

He runs her off, along with several other mares, and then pauses to sniff each one quickly. Having inspected his herd, he raises his head and sniffs deeply, smelling the gentle breeze. Watching him, I notice he is getting an erection. I realize with excitement there must a rutting mare somewhere nearby. His penis drops in stages, finally swaying and twitching beneath his belly, half limp. He tosses his head and makes flemmen, wrinkling his lip and straightening his neck, then trots over to where I am sitting in the grass. He slides his flank along my shoulder, and turns slightly, pushing against my shoulder.

"So you have a girlfriend here somewhere, huh?", I ask him. I am getting excited myself - a mare in heat could mean a lucky night for me. "What can I do to for you for telling me about her?" I say to him, even though I already had an answer.

 I cannot resist touching the dangling penis, so I gently grasp it near the base and lightly slide my hand down its length. His cock is smooth and soft, and only a little damp near the head. My touch causes him to startle a bit, but he doesn't leave. I take this as permission to continue, and begin to lightly stroke the underside of his penis. With a low groan, he stretches out his hindquarters and turns his head to look at me. I slip off the strap to my bag and take a more comfortable position next to him and return to stroking his stiffening rod.

His cock is black, with patches and streaks of pink and grey toward the end. In the glow of my light the head looks dark and craggy, with the urethra extending pinkly from the end. I am now encircling his shaft with my fingers while slowly stroking it. The stallion is obviously enjoying the sensation, and has started humping slightly.

Emboldened by his positive reaction, I lay down beside him and take the head of his cock into my mouth. His penis has a strong 'horsey' flavor, as does the spurt of pre-cum that bubbles out of his slit when I gently suck at his cockhead. With a low nicker, he tries to hump more of himself into my mouth. I allow him to go as far as he can, still stroking the long smooth shaft with my hand. I begin to move my head back and forth in time with my hands, laving his glans with my tongue. Pre-come flows freely from his urethra, some of it drooling down my cheek, into my beard. He stomps his forelegs in excitement, and very soon his glans begin to swell.

I dart my tongue around his slit in the groove formed by his flaring cockhead, and I am rewarded with a whiney of delight, followed by the first jets of come. His tail flagging, the stallion blasts my tonsils with a second wad of fluid. With my mouth full of expanded cockmeat, I have to swallow as much of the tasty come as I could. The rest spewed out my nose and around my tightly stretched lips. My beard was soaked, and the shoulder of my shirt was spattered with thicker, stickier cum as his orgasm reached its peak. At last, several gobs of even thicker jism lurched from the end of his shuddering penis. His glans almost immediately began to shrink. At last able to free my mouth, I gasped for breath in the aftermath of his orgasm. 

After petting and scratching him some more (and cleaning myself up a little with wipes from my kit ), I approach the other horses. After some petting and rubbing and general introductions, I stood up and walked off in search of the rutting mare that had aroused the stallion in the first place. I needed to find a release from the horniness that consumed me after blowing the little stallion.


Part Two

I walk across the pasture and jump the fence at the gate, entering another similar field. This one actually is empty. Hearing a horse snort from the next pasture, I continue across the grass. As I near the next gate, a horse pokes its nose over the rail, nodding at me. I boldly walk up to the animal, talking in a low voice.

"Hello" I say, and offer the horse a candy. The horse takes the sweet gently from my hand. The horse's body is tuned sideways against the gate, so I gently pet the wide back and shoulders while the horse nuzzles and pokes at me. I reach under the animal's belly, and discover that she is a mare. I also note that she smells of rut. Running my hand up her neck, under her flaxen mane, I discover a notch in the flesh at the base of her mane, an old scar. With soaring elation, I recognize the old scar, and the mare.

"Candida!" I almost shout, "I hadn't a dream that I would ever see you again". I had last seen this mare almost eight years before, when her owner had moved to PA. We had been lovers for several years before she left.

I jump the gate almost without a thought, and hug my old friend tightly. She clearly recognizes me and proceeds to push and drag me around with happiness. She is a fine mare, the color of mahogany, with a flaxen mane and tail, and a muzzle that fades to black. Her belly and legs fade to black as well, and her feathers are also black. She is built like a Clydesdale, broad back and thick legs ending in large black hooves. But she is only inches away from being a pony in height. For several minutes we dance together in the pale moonlight, delighting in our reunion.

Pulling away, she turns and displays her obvious heat. Crouching, with her tail in the air, her scarlet clitoris can be seen winking in the moonlight. As I generally prefer to take my time with these things, I walk around to scratch her neck and maybe exchange a little rubbing and kissing. "I have missed you, Candy" that is what I have always called her "I have thought about you often since we last saw each other." I begin rubbing her neck and shoulders, using my knuckles in just the way she prefers.

She, however, has other ideas about what should happen next. Nosing my crotch a few times, she again spins around and takes a mating stance, this time squeezing out a small amount of urine for my benefit. I make a show of sniffing and snorting around her ass, enjoying the scent of her pee and especially that of her rut. Despite my almost painful erection, I am not quite ready, so again I walk around to her side.

Laying my hand on her back, I ask her "Are you sure you want it that badly? You know I like to rub and kiss and even groom you a bit before we fuck". In response, she bends her neck to look at me, wuffles my face, and then, with a sudden movement, she ducks her head and pulls my shorts down around my knees. Since I never wear underwear on these trips, my fully erect manhood springs forth.

She bumps my cock with her nose, and gives my dangling balls a lick before she once again turns her round and sexy ass to me. Her tail is raised so high it almost lays on her back. Heaving, she pushes her vulva open, showing the moist crimson folds hidden within. Resigned to my fate, I step out of my shorts and put down my kit. 

I admire her fine sex for a moment, then gently touch the back of my hand to her sodden pussy, rubbing it gently so the lips just barely part. She sighs loudly, and backs up against my hand, spreading her hindlegs further apart in anticipation. Quickly, I use one of my wipes to carefully clean her vulva. Even this contact sends shivers up and down her muscular body. 

Slowly, I rub a finger up and down the inside of her vaginal opening, causing her to wicker and moan softly. Again she backs up in response to my probing. I allow a finger to slip into her, and she pushes back firmly, clearly wanting more. Trembling with excitement, I insert three fingers into her opening and begin to slowly fuck them in and out of her soaking pussy. She nickers and begins to match my rhythm, bending her neck to look at me with lust clearly showing in her eyes.

When her juices were flowing strongly and she began to tighten her pussy on my fingers, I knew the time had come to mount her. Standing up, I moved behind her and took my tumescent cock in hand.

I crouch slightly to line up my penis with the top of her vulva, and then, with a smooth and well practiced motion, I slip my large member deep into her waiting femininity. She raises her head and trumpets in pleasure as I watch my entire penis disappear into the soft, black folds or her vulva. She steps back against me and humps her ass against my pelvis.

Slowly, my knees shaking slightly, I begin to stroke the length of my throbbing penis in and out of her hot pussy, shoving my shaft downward to grind against her clitoris and the other sensitive areas of her slippery love opening. She stretches out her neck and head and makes small sounds of pleasure as I pick up the pace a little. I hope she reaches a quick orgasm, as I know I will not be able to last very long, the sensations running up my body from my buried dick are so strong. 

After just a short time, my stroking penis is caught in a tight grasp as her labial muscles tighten, signaling she is soon to come. Unable to accomplish a long stroke against the pressure of her clasping vulva, I start humping her with short, quick thrusts, my cock buried to the hilt in her gloriously hot and slippery hole. My balls, pressed against the rounded bottom of her vulva, begin to retract against the shaft of my pumping cock, signaling my imminent climax. On the edge of ecstasy myself, I am relieved to see her body begin to twitch and shake in the beginning throws of her own orgasm.

Throwing back her head and uttering a choked whiney of extreme pleasure, Candy reaches the peak of her climax as I increase the speed of my thrusts to a jack-rabbit pace. Her vaginal juices flow freely around my pummeling organ, soaking my pubic hair and thighs, even dripping down my legs as her orgasmic contractions drive me to my own peak.

Grunting with pleasure and exertion, I can feel my body shake as my prostate contracts, sending waves of pleasure up my spine and gobs of sticky jism deep into her convulsing cunt. Her climax recedes with mine, and after a few more jerky strokes I withdraw my shrinking penis from her relaxing vagina. A thread of our mixed love follows my penis head, connecting us momentarily before it stretches to the ground. 

"Whew" I exclaim as I sit down on the grass behind her, "That oughta hold you for a while." Her tail is still high and her sleek body still heaves and twitches with the last remnants her orgasm. I shine my light on her exposed ass to see it covered from the base of her tail to her hocks with the evidence of our shared passion. I too am soaked from my navel to my knees, so I get a couple of wipes from my kit and clean us both up a bit.


Part Three 

While I was cleaning myself ( I always wash my partner first ), Candy trips over to where my clothes are piled next to my kit and begins nosing around my pants. "Oh," I say, " now you want some candy, don'tcha girl." I quickly go over to her and my clothes and begin unwrapping several pieces of the cinnamon candy for her. As she happily munches the treat, I reach into my kit and get out some raw shell peanuts. She accepts these as well as the candy, and I know they are better for her than a lot of sugar.

Rummaging in my kit, I pull out a stable comb and brush, a curry comb and a small spray bottle I had filled with Mane and Tail, a hair conditioner formulated for equine use ( I use it on my own hair when it is long, as do a lot of horsy people ). I spritz her mane and tail with the conditioner, and then gently lift a foreleg to check her hooves. A horse's health starts with its hooves, so I always start grooming there. I work my way around to all her feet, adding affectionate pats and rubs along the way. I am pleased to note that her hooves are nicely trimmed, clean, free of stones and cracks, and that her shoes, though a bit worn, are still tightly fastened to her feet.

Satisfied with her feet, I begin brushing her down, starting at her neck and working my way down her body, the brush in one hand and the curry comb in the other. She basks in the attention, rubbing and nosing me affectionately as I groom her silky coat. "Isn't that nice?" I ask as I brush her firm sides "I know you love to be brushed". When I have finished brushing her to a lovely shimmer, I give her some more peanuts and begin to work the coarse stable comb through her mane. In a short time, thanks to the conditioner, her mane is glowing in the moonlight . "Pretty girl!" I tell her as she preens for me "lets take care of that tangled tail next". 

As I work the knots out of her tail, I notice that she is again becoming aroused, her clitoris is winking, and her tail jerks as I run my fingers and the comb through the long shimmering strands. Finishing, I stand back to observe the results of my labors. Candy looks magnificent, her coat ripples, glowing in the dim light, and her mane and tail flow smoothly down, flashing bits of light with her every movement. She knows she is all prettied up, and prances around me saucily through the tall forage. I follow her with my eyes, delighting in her happiness. 

After showing off for a bit, Candy returns to me, and nuzzles my balls and limp penis. I say to her "I'm not ready yet girl, but I know some things I can do instead." As if she understood what I was saying, she turns her ass to me and displays her still - seeping vulva. Crouching down next to her ass, I begin to caress her sex with my hand and fingers. Her clitoris peeps out at my every touch, and her body twitches in time to my gentle probing.

With a deep sigh as my fingers find the edge of her orifice, Candy begins a rocking motion, trying to get more of my hand into her sodden snatch. Knowing from past experience what it is she wants me to do, I point my fingers and tuck my thumb into my palm, and carefully push my hand into her quivering pussy. The feel of her slippery organ sliding over my wrist is incredible, and she obviously enjoys her end of this activity as well. She steps backward, and I brace myself so that my hand is driven deep inside her. With my arm buried in her almost to the elbow, her vulva is stretched tightly around the large, firm muscles of my forearm. She widens the distance between her hindlegs in anticipation of what she knows I will do next. 

Knowing she is ready, I close my hand into a fist and begin to slowly pump my arm in and out of her slick vagina. As her juices ( and the remnants of mine ) begin to spill out from around my arm, she snorts and softly whinnies, turning her head to watch. Each time my hand nears the edge of her opening, I press my fist down and give my wrist a little twist, grinding my knuckles over the rougher, sensitive area that in women is called the G-spot ( it is the nerve trunk behind the clitoris, in mares I consider it the M-spot ). Her heaving body shudders with each stroke as I pick up the pace until I am almost punching my fist into her greedy cunt.

I can sense the rising tide of her passion in the convulsions of her vaginal muscles, making me speculate about what it must feel like to her - I can tell she is nearing nirvana from the way her flanks heave and her head twitches, and the way she pushes against my thrusting arm. I am a bit envious of her, wishing my own body could withstand the kind of powerful fucking that she was taking with such evident ease and delight!

Her pussy is showering me with sweet-smelling fluids, drenching my right side from head to toe with her nectar. Her head is pointed straight out from her shoulders and her mouth hangs open, and I can see small flecks of lather on her straining sides and sturdy neck. Suddenly, at the depth of my stroke, Candy's powerful labia grab my arm in grip as tight as a lumberjack's handshake. "That's the girl!" I exclaim as I put my weight behind my movements, maintaining the fucking motion despite the strength of her pussy, "your gonna cum real hard, aren't you?".

As her climax heightens, I can see the muscles of her flanks and rump stand at attention as her body becomes rigid. A squeal of ecstasy flies from her open mouth, and it takes all my strength to keep moving my hand in her clasping, sodden hole. As a wave of fluid sprays from our union, a jet of urine spurts out, adding to my drenched state. Shuddering and spasming from her orgasm, her hindquarters begin to sink slowly to the left and down. Relaxing my hand, I let it slide from her femininity as she falls to her side in a swoon. Her legs twitch and her tail flags as the incredible orgasm subsides. She lies there in the wet grass for a moment before she opens her eyes and raises her head, giving me a look of love and lust.

I go to her, and cradle her head in my lap, kissing her firmly on the nose. Candy wrinkles her lip at the caress and licks my nose in return. I kiss her again, on the lips this time, and I am rewarded as she thrusts her tongue into my mouth. She tastes of hay and clover, and our tongues dance with each other's for a lasting moment. 

Breaking our embrace, Candy turns her head in my lap and nuzzles my recovering manhood. " Are you ready for more?" I ask " I am, now." She looks at me with her large brown eyes, and wriggles onto her back, her legs sticking up in the air, relaxed and ready. She rarely does this, and the fact that she did now I must attribute to the joy she was feeling for our reunion.


Part Four

Knowing she could not comfortably remain long in this position, I quickly put on my shirt and approach her lovely ass. Carefully moving her tail to one side, I lie down in the dampened grass full out behind her. Moving my face next to her vulva, I gently touch my mouth to her succulent clitoris. The light touch of my tongue on this sensitive knob jerks Candy's body like an electric shock. Tenderly I lick my way around her clit, and then around the lips of her pussy. Her fish taste incites my penis to throb. 

Licking strongly at the strip of smooth flesh between her opening and clitoris, and lapping up over that tender globe, I shortly have her quivering with lust again. As her labia twitch and pull at my darting tongue, her hindlegs churn slowly above my head.

After a few more licks, I sense she is ready. Standing up on my knees, I shuffle towards her, straddling her restless tail. When I am close enough, I carefully reach out and take her hindlegs in a firm hug against my chest, reassuring her of my intent " Easy there, now, you know I gotta do this to keep from being accidentally kicked by your twitching." ( This is why I put my shirt on, to prevent her hooves and shoes from scratching my chest )

As soon as we have both destabilized, I touch the head of my swollen cock to the entrance of her vulva. At the gentle contact Candy jerks her hindlegs slightly forward, plunging my penis into her to the hilt. Almost as soon as I begin thrusting into her sliming cunt, I could feel her labia contract tightly on my shaft. Leaning into her, I begin thrusting my cock into her, grinding my pubis into her clitoris. With each cycle, her tail jerks up, whipping my back.

Quickly gaining a rhythm, we move as one, Candy helping me penetrate her marehood by pushing and pulling me with her captured hindlegs. Already hot, Candy's pussy is soon overflowing with deliciously slippery juice. My stomach and loins are again soaked. 

I can feel the head of my penis rub her M-spot, and in a short time, Candy begins to squirm and twist with the onset of yet another climax. Her labia clamp on my pummeling organ, but this time, I can maintain my depth of stroke because of the vast amounts of her lubricant swamping her genitals. As we both near our peaks, I rapidly fuck my member into her, eliciting small sound of pleasure from my supine lover. 

Her twisting and twitching pitch me from side to side, but I hold fast to her legs, without missing a thrust. Our moment comes with the suddenness and power of a summer thunderstorm, less, perhaps, for her than for me. A rising tide of sensation overtakes me, lasting far longer than my usual orgasm. I grunt and pant as my reason is swept away. All I can think about is the feeling of my penis buried in my lover's passion.

 Almost violently, I thrust myself again and again into her welcoming orifice. Lost in her own orgasm, Candy's legs tremble in nirvana, her convulsing cunt increasing and lengthening my ecstacy. Finally, the pleasure having become so intense it was almost pain, I felt the release of ejaculation. My semen spurted into her, as my member helplessly jerks deep within her. Hot wetness spreads down my body as her urine streams onto my belly, the last evidence of her pleasure.

Exhausted and sated from our activities, Candy slowly tips onto her side. Without her the support of her upraised legs, I too sink to the grass. After a few moments, I crawl around to her belly and lay my head on her heaving side. She raises her head, and we kiss quickly before she lays her head back down.

We dozed contentedly for about an hour, happy just to be close, until she stirs and rises, looking for a drink. As she ambles tiredly to the water trough, I pull my shorts over the sticky mess that covers almost my entire body. I stumble over to my pack and fish out the last few items, several bottles of water, towels, and a mare-sized douche.

With a small bribe of cinnamon sweets Candy allows me to administer the douche (a mixture of mostly water, a veterinary antiseptic and spermicide to speed the destruction of the evidence of our lust) and enjoys the sprays of water over her cum-soaked ass. As I finish rubbing her down with the towel, the first birds of morning are just beginning to call. 

One last quick kiss and a hug, saying "I promise to return" and I must leave before the stable wakes to find me there. Back through the woods I walk, not needing the light, as the sky is beginning to lighten in the East.

Reaching my truck, I notice I am a royal mess, covered in spunk and mare piss, grass and straw sticking to my sticky hide and clothes, and even a few clots of feces clinging to me here and there. I spread the damp towel over the seat, climb in and drive away, desperate for a shower and my bed. I will remember this morning, and vow to myself I will return here many more times.

The End