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Maregasm

Well, here goes another story. The last was a composite of several of my first experiences. This one happened as written…

I lived in a southern state several years ago and found my fondness for mare flesh to be quite compelling. In the course of my search for suitable mares to fuck, I ran across a breeding farm with nearly 90 mares and a few high dollar studs. The farm was somewhat isolated and did not even have a caretaker. What a find!

My usual approaches to the farm were across fields and fences in the dead of night. But gradually I became bolder and would drive on in the middle of the day on weekends. Over the two years I frequented that farm I fucked many mares (not all were receptive) and even began filming my escapades.

One particular summer weeknight in 1996 I approached the stall of one of my favorite mares, #36. None of the mares had names that I knew of, just number cards around their necks. This mare was large and extremely mellow. From the first time I fucked her, she never moved or put up the slightest fuss. I think by that time I had fucked her about twenty times. This night I had an idea to take things to the next level.

In my continuing research on sexuality, I had read about human female ejaculation from stimulating the upper wall of the vagina. It seemed logical to me that mares might also have similar capability…. all the parts were there, just upside down. I’d also seen pictures on the Internet of a woman getting a mare off with fluid gushing everywhere, so that night I decided to try and get a mare off myself.

I crossed the field and found #36 in her usual stall in the long barn used to keep the mares being bred that week. The farm workers would keep them separate from the studs until they were in heat, and then breed them artificially. I’d been there two nights earlier, and was glad to see she was still there. Little did the owner know that a man was also depositing sperm into his mares, just man-sperm, and my breeding was done the natural way….by fucking. I wonder what he would have thought if he knew I was boning his mares?……but I digress…

I went to one of the main barns and retrieved a bucket of feed for her (and also to stand on) and walked back to her stall. As I entered with the bucket she nickered as she knew what was coming (well, not completely…just the feed). I dumped the feed into her trough and began stroking her neck as she started to eat. I whispered in her ear what I was going to do to her that night. Of course she didn’t understand, but I spoke kind soothing words to her anyway.

I took a plastic baggie that contained a soapy rag I always carried out of the backpack I had, and soaped up her genital area. Then, from another baggie I took out the rinse rag and thoroughly rinsed off all the soap. Then I used a larger towel to wipe her off. I took my flashlight and checked out my work. All was clean. This accomplished, I undressed, placed my clothes on the far end of the feed trough, and went back to stroking her neck.

Feeling especially emboldened that night, I decided to plug in the work light that I carried to light up the stall to see what I was doing.

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