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My Stallion, My Mate - Chapter 06 - Epilogue


    My lover is lying on his side sleeping, his limp cock lying on the ground. I reach out with my hands, and start to give his monster a massage. I hear a few eager grunts from my husband as his cock comes to life. I see the head slowly come out of its sheath, ready for some lovin. I scoot closer, and lick the head of his hard horse dick, like a lollipop. My husband finally wakes up, his head rearing up to see his wife getting ready to suck him. I take a break only to let him roll over on his back so I can get at him better. I quickly latch my lips around the head of his cock, and swirl my tongue around it, eliciting a grunt from Turbo. I pull back, and use both my hands to spread the mixture of his precum and my saliva all over his hard tool. As I work his dick with my hands, I slowly kiss the fur on his belly, at least the fur I can get too without letting go of his dick. I reluctantly let go of his cock, and stand up to take off my maternity dress. As I lift up the hem of the dress, I revel in the feeling of the dress gliding over my 5 month pregnant belly. After the dress comes off, I take off my panties, already wet with precum from my own dick. Turbo gets up on his feet to accommodate what’s about to happen. My husband raises his head to mine, and we share a deep, passionate kiss, only one lovers share. As he opens his mouth, and I mine, out tongues touch, and it’s like the Fourth of July. I eagerly suck on his tongue, almost desperate to get as much of it in me as possible.

    Disapprovingly, he breaks out kiss, but heads over to the table. The table is simply a table I lay on that gives him better access to my love tunnel. “Anxious, aren’t we hon?” I say giggling. All I get is a blank stare, as if he’s saying, “Are we going to fuck, or what?” Seeing the eagerness in his eyes, I get on the table, and get on all fours. The table has some sheets, and a few pillows. I use the pillows to help prop me up, and he positions himself behind me, his weapon ready to fuck me silly. I reach back behind me, and grab it’s head, and aim it toward my insides. He inches forward slowly, careful not hurt me. Sometimes, I wonder how I got so lucky to meet him. I can feel his dick slowly entering me. The head slides past my opening, sneaking its way into my insides. I can feel him bottom out as the head of his rock hard cock bumps inside me. Feeling the obstruction, Turbo stops, and uses his hips to pull his dick out, and then shove it back in. I moan from the feeling of being taken so completely. With the pillows under me, I can’t see my own dick, but I can feel it squirting into the pillows below me. I squirt much more easily when I’m knocked up after all. In between his thrusting, I can feel the foal in my belly moving around, just as excited as his mother at the feelings of pleasure. As Turbo’s thrusting picks up, in combination with the constant stream of cum coming from my dick, I can’t help but to cry out. “Cum on you fucker. Fuck your wife for all he’s worth; knock him up again if you have to.” I can feel him pick up his pace, desperately trying to dump his load in my ass. I start drooling, knowing what’s about to come. “Come on you stud. You’re an expert by now, so CUM IN ME!!!!!!!” I cry out in pleasure bliss. Almost instantly, I feel his dick swell in my ass, and feel my insides being coated with my husband’s cum. If I wasn’t already knocked up, I would have been this time. I scream at the top of my lungs, until I pass out for a minute or two. When I come to, Turbo is by my face, licking me, making sure I’m alright. I reach up to his mouth, and give him a passionate kiss. Once he’s satisfied I’m alright, he goes gets some water.

    I get off our mating table, and squat down to let the remainder of my lover’s cum come out of me. After I’m satisfied that I’m decently drained, I reach for a handy butt-plug, and stuff it in my ass, ensuring no dribbles anywhere I don’t want them. I put my dress back on, and again revel in the feeling for the dress gliding over my swollen belly. I walk outside of the barn my lover is in, and walk over to the fence that our three children are kept in. It’s been nearly 5 years since I first gave birth to Hercules. Later, Lightning and Speedy followed. The pregnancies never got easier over the years, but I couldn’t deny my husband, besides, as long as he’s happy, I am. As the three siblings run around, playing tag with each other, I feel the little one squirming inside me. I can barely see my belly over my breasts, seeing how they are almost full with milk already. I’ll probably have to start to pump them soon. I reach down with both hands to caress my belly, trying to get the little one to calm down. “Shhh kid. I know you want to meet the world, but it’ll still be a while. You still have some growing to do.” As I caress my belly, I notice the wedding ring on my finger. I think back to the ceremony we had that officially declared Turbo and I married. It was hard to find a priest to marry a human and a stallion, but a family friend, who saw how much the two of us cared for each other, agreed to marry us. It would never be legal, but we didn’t care about that. We wanted to prove to the universe that we love each other. Although, the fact that we have 3 children, with a 4th on the way is almost proof enough. Thinking back on everything, all I can do is be thankful that my magnificent Stallion came into my life, and made both of us whole for the rest of our lives.


The End.

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