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My Stallion, My Mate - Revisited - The Wedding


    I can’t help admire how I look in the mirror of the changing room. I never did think when I was a kid, I’d look like this on my wedding day. I always imagined I’d be wearing a nice suit, looking dashing for my bride to be. Yet, here I am, dressed in a gorgeous, all white wedding dress, getting ready to say “I Do” to my wonderful mate. As I stand there, looking at my flowing gown, my mother walks in. “You about ready hon?” she asks me. With a huge smile on my face, “I’ve never been more ready in my life.” Before we turn to walk outside, “Hey mom, is Dad out there?” With a pained look on her face, “I’m sorry, but it’s been a lot for him to take in. I’m personally okay with……all this, but your father……well, let’s say that he had imagined standing with you, watching your bride walk down the aisle, instead of walking you down the aisle.” Seeing the pained looks on my face, she quickly responds, “Come on, no sad faces. You two love each other, and that’s all that matters. Come on, I’m sure Turbo will love the way you look.” Eliciting a big smile from me, my mother helps me outside.
   
    It was decided that an outside wedding would be best, especially considering the very few places that let a stallion in, let alone a handsome one. Hmm, that’s probably because they don’t want a stud like him to drive the women crazy. Fortunately, he’s all mine now. As I walk out of the changing room into the sunshine, I only have eyes for my husband-to-be. He’s turned so that I can see his handsome face, and he can gaze upon his wife-to-be stroll down the aisle. With my mother at my side, the music starts playing, and I start my agonizingly, slow stroll. As I start, I hear hoofs behind me, and sure enough, little, or not so little, Hercules is behind his mother.

    As I walk up to the altar, Turbo turns so that both of us are facing the preacher. He’s a family friend of ours that agreed to it. He always said, “Love doesn’t discriminate against race or gender.” As it turns out, he’s added “species” to that saying of his now. After he saw the two of us together, not screwing each other’s brains out, but simply the two of us together, he felt he had no choice but to marry us.

    “Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today…” the preacher began. I was stroking my mate’s beautiful mane. It would have been kind of hard for us to hold hands, possible, but his hoof is much larger than my hand. “Do you take this woman as your wife?”  Turbo reels loudly. The preacher responds, “I take that as a yes. And, do you agree to take Turbo as your husband?” With a smile the size of Texas on my face, “I do.” My mother stepped forward to put a ring on my finger.  “Then by the power invested in me by God, I now pronounce thee husband and wife. You may kiss.” We turn to each other, and give each other the biggest, sloppiest kiss we could manage. Almost instantly, the guests broke out in applause.

    The reception was rather uneventful. It appeared as about 14 people showed, more than we figured, but I think I could live without all the weirdoes showing up just to see a ‘boy’ get married to a stallion. Oh, did I mention how handsome he is. We decided to forego the ‘ring’ with my mate…..I mean husband, considering how annoying it’d get for him. He’d have to have a bracelet on his leg, or something, and it wouldn’t be able to slide on and off because of the hoof, then it would have to latch on as a result, and…..well you get the idea. Besides, we’re more than committed to each other.


The Wedding Night


    I had to laugh at ourselves, it’s not every day you spend your wedding night in a barn after all. I had considered something a little bit nicer, but considering I was going to make my husband cum till he hurt, I wanted some space to work with. Earlier in the day, I changed out of my gorgeous wedding dress, and into a sundress, much more comfortable, and easier to get off. Our neighbors down the road agreed to take Hercules for a few days, so his mom and dad could have some alone time.

    As I stroll into the barn where my new husband awaits, I can feel every fabric of the dress on my skin. I walk in, and closed the door, and latch it, ensuring no interruptions. As I turn from latching the door, my husband is on me like an animal in heat. He starts licking my face all over, showering me with kisses. I grasp his broad jaw, and starts sucking on his tongue, like I’ll do to his cock soon. I can feel is tongue marking my entire mouth as his. Suddenly, he breaks our kiss, and moves straight for my own little dick, and eagerly starts to lap it up with his tongue. After only a few licks, I cream my panties from my lover’s blowjob. “Ohhhhh GOODDD!!!!!!!” I scream, as I collapse onto the barn floor in a breathing heap. As I catch my breath from my incredible orgasm, I feel my caring husband licking my face. I return his kisses with my own.

    Out of the corner of my eye, I notice his member practically throbbing. “Hehe, you can’t wait for my ass can you hon?” Finally finding my strength, I stand up, and break our passionate kiss. I slowly run my hands through his mane, over his muscular, broad shoulders, and come to his member. As I reach under him to start to jack him, I kiss his handsome fur coat. It only takes a few pumps from my hand, before I feel his dick swell, and spray the barn floor with his spunk. After the stream slows to a dribble, I lick my hands clean of his baby-juice. I start to stroll away, letting my hand linger on my lover’s muscular thighs as I walk over to our table. It was a gift from my parents, so that we can go at it with different positions. I lift up the hem of sundress, and lift it over my head, and I’m left in just my panties. No bra for me tonight, considering Turbo loves it when I go braless. Before I can drop my creamed panties, my lover sneaks up behind me, and starts licking my shoulder. For some people, that may not be much, but it’s a HUGE turn on for me. I turn around, and meet my lover’s tongue in a passionate kiss. Breaking the kiss, I take off my panties letting my girl-dick come free. I rise back up quickly to meet my lover’s kiss, feeling my dick bounce up as a result. This time, my lover breaks our kiss, and moves over to our table, waiting for me.

    I get up on our table, on my back ready to be taken like the wife I am. Turbo moves up to me, his shaft ready to fuck the hell out of my boy-cunt. I reach under us, and take hold of his weapon, and aim it for my ass. I can feel his cock head touching my rosebud, as if asking permission to go in. Pulling on his dick, he gets the picture, and pushes his dick pass my outside ring, and into my asshole. He goes slow, taking care not to hurt me. I let go of his dick, and grab the edges of the table as I feel him going deeper than I ever thought possible. “Eeek!” I shout, as I feel the head of his shaft nudge something inside me, probably part of my internal organs. My husband stops dead in his tracks afraid he hurt me. “Hehe, It’s ok hon, but I think you just bottomed out in me. Now, take me you animal!” Needing no further encouragement, he pulls out, leaving my empty inside, and thrusts back into me, careful not to hurt me. He’s probably the only man in the world that can fuck his wife silly, and still be careful with her.

    He starts out slowly at first, getting a good rhythm going fucking his woman. I reach down, and grab his dick, still slippery from his cum earlier. As I feel his weapon pumping my ass, my hands give pleasure to the rest of his tool. That’s it for him, and he cums again for the second time, this time in my asshole. As I feel his dick swell in my ass and my hands, his orgasm sends me over the edge, and I spray myself, and his underbelly.

    As we both come down from our bliss, I realize his tool is still semi-hard in my ass. “Whoa, you are ready for it tonight ain’t ya lover. Don’t tell me you’re done now?” Almost instantly, my lover pulls out somewhat, letting some of his cum leak from my well-fucked asshole. He follows it up with another thrust into me, and soon gets another good rhythm going again. Just as he gets into his rhythm of pounding his wife’s ass, he picks up speed, thrusting like a car piston. Letting go of his cock of steel, I grab onto the table to keep him from sending me across the room. Within moments, my own orgasm starts, “OHH!! GOODDD!!!! FUCK ME YOU STUD!!!!!” I scream, as my own dick sprays everywhere. I thrash my head side to side, unable to scream to the world how incredible this feels. I lost count of the number of times I sprayed the two of us with my own cum. When I felt my husband swell up inside me for the second time tonight, the feeling was incredible. I didn’t think I could feel anymore pleasure, but it turns out I was wrong. “OHH!!! GOODDD! CUM IN ME! POUR ALL YOUR MILK INTO ME YOU STUD!!!!” I scream, my eyes rolling back from the sensation of his hot cum pouring into my ass. I swear I can feel his dick swell with each jet of cum pouring in my ass.

    After he comes down from his own bliss, he pulls back. I feel his dick leave my warm ass, and suck in air as I feel the air enter it. As I lie on our table, covered in my own cum with mu husbands cum leaking out of my well-fucked ass, I feel him licking my cheek and return it with one of my own. “Thank you so much Turbo. Thank you for coming into my life and making me so happy.”



The End.


Probably


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