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The year was 1986, I was 36 years old, and there was a flood in February from a broken levee about 3 miles away. My house took in several inches of water. That was enough to soak all the carpets, padding and all the sheetrock on the walls to where I had to cut it out up to 2 feet from the walls. I was busy with this for some time and we had cut out all the carpeting and I draped some of it, a length of about 15 feet long and about 6-8 feet wide, which I draped or folded over the fence.

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The house next door was also flooded, and a few days later it caught on fire. The fire department was called and got the fire out before it did a lot of damage to the structure of the house, but it was rendered uninhabitable. In essence, it was not a functioning house, but the owner made an arrangement with a neighbor farther down the street to put their Shetland mare on the property and she was to eat the grass and I agreed to give her a lock of hay just inside the back porch area which was enclosed and she had a place to get out of the weather and be comfortable as well at night.

Well, to give a farther description, there along the fence where the carpet was draped over the fence, there was a covered manger, of sorts, where we could put some feed in for her to eat when we thought that she was hungry for something more than the grass and hay that she was already getting. Needless to say, she was a well-fed pony. Now, this is along the South fence of my back yard and East of the sliding glass door, about 20-30 feet from the back of the living room of my house where everyone is sitting and watching the TV.

For all of our care of her, we were allowed to let my daughter who was about 8 years old at the time ride her whenever she wanted. And ride she did. She was over the fence, riding that little mare any and all the time possible, but she was not to let her school homework and chores suffer from her interest in riding the little mare.

One day, I was over the fence feeding her, the mare and I was about to go back over the fence to my house and I caught the site of her rear end and the thought hit me to just stand there and take in the view. Now, I am already a practicing zoo for many years, but I have never partaken of a mare before, so, I am thinking now that this is a great chance for me to experience something new. But I am in the middle of a residential area. What do I do? What DO I do? WHAT DO I DO NOW?

Now, I need you to understand that this is a time when I am stressed out from all the work that is going on in the house from all the water damage. My wife is not being very friendly in the bedroom during this time because she is stressed out as well, so I am quite in need of some loving. Now is when I am most vulnerable to taking advantage of a willing female, of any species. I reach out and touch “Nibbles” gently on the rump and she is neither startled nor bothered in any way, but in reality, she raises her tail a little.

Oh, this is getting interesting. I am getting weak in the knees and I am having so many feelings and emotions running through my mind and body. Should I continue? Should I stop? What should I do?

I look around now. The house across the street to the West has the blinds down and closed. The house to the South has a solid wood fence. The house to the East has newspaper taped over the windows to keep out the sun in the afternoon and the area to the North is shielded by the carpeting on the fence. I look inside the house and everyone is completely mesmerized by the TV. Wow, can this be? Can this be my greatest chance to take this mare as my very own? Yes, it sure does seem to be the right and most correct time to introduce myself to her in the most sensual and private way. Was I to make love to her at this moment? This was the moment for her and me, the two of us, to become as one.

Now, by this time, there was a growing interest and a fire coming to life in my groin area. I was already standing to attention, but the intensity was getting greater.

I reached out again and touched her rump again, and this time, she raised her tail. But this time, she moved it to the side a little and I saw the sweetest, most inviting site. It was black and had a shape that was so beautiful to me. The slit was just right, and it looked like I would be so comfortably at home right in the midst of her love spot. An almost “U” shape and coming to, but not quite together at the top and with a perfect “O” at the top with a slit in the right place. Just for that moment in time, I will never forget that site. Then it happened. She winked. Oh, what a site. What an invitation. She was letting me know that she was expecting something. She was wanting the very something that I was so wanting to do give to her.

I reached in under her raised tail and touched her loving spot and, oh, uhh, wow. Just the touch sent such an electrifying feeling completely throughout my body that I must have jumped to attention in my pants.

Wow, I just had to put something in that luscious little slit. The sight of it was just overwhelming. I touched the slit with my finger and she winked again and it almost scared me, but I held my ground and with the wink, there was a bit of juice, which lubed the slit. I pushed in with my finger and, Oh. What joy. What wetness. What warmth. My finger slid in easily. I worked my finger in all the way and she moved her tail more to the side and a little higher so as to make my access easier. She was winking with my finger in and so I decided to add a finger. Now, this was so easy, but she was tight too. I could tell that I was going to fit my member in this slit so easily now.

I was careful not to stretch her very much because I wanted her to be as tight as possible on my member. She was enjoying this as much as I was now. She was eating and getting her slit fingered. She was in mare heaven, and I was having a heavenly feeling.

I was getting so hard that I was feeling a little pain from the solidity of my member. I unzipped my pants and slid it out of my pants. I did not want to loose my pants in the area of all the houses, as that would be like putting up a flag, so I left the button snapped so as to hold up my pants. I had all of my 8-½ inches pointed toward the greatest thing it had seen in many days, possibly weeks. I spit in my hand and rubbed the head to lube it up for the slide of its life. My first mare. She went to winking again, again, and again. She was in anticipation as much as I. I touched my head to the slit. She winked as I started the entrance. It was like lips trying to grab onto something just there, but just out of reach. I slid it in a little. It was hot. Wet. Slick. Uummm. Oh. What a feeling. The head was in in an instant. Another inch. Back to the head and then slide in again, but a bit farther. Oh wow. She was winking. Grabbing for more of me, in, out, in, out, slide in more, in, out, slide in more…uummmn. Wow. What a feeling. I am in my first mare. I could not believe it. I was in my first mare. She was something that I could have never anticipated the feeling. She was indescribable. There is no good words for this thing that was happening.

We were as one for minutes, hours, time seemed to run together where there were no units of measure. It must have been several minutes, because no one in the house stirred my/our way. We had been totally undetected. I had been successful in mating with the little mare. She had taken all of me into her and made me one happy man. I had made her happy with the food and the way that I had preformed for her too. There was more times that we shared each other, but I was more discrete than to attempt the act out in the open, in the middle of the afternoon. She was a good mare and we shared a wonderful thing there that afternoon.

She is no longer with us now, but her memory lives on through me and these words that I write to keep her alive now and every time that someone reads this post. I hope that you enjoyed this as much as I, but I doubt it unless you are reading while you are inside a mare. That is all that I have to say right now. But I have more stories in me for later. I dearly hope that you enjoy my stories.

How right you are. I thank everyone who has posted a comment about my stories and who have pm'd me as well.

Sometimes I wonder if our great maker had a sence of humor in the way that all these other animal have such a variety of sexual differences that are so luscious and so beconing, calling to us humans to have cross-species intercourse. The mare is such a draw for us men, the bitch also, and the horse and dog for women and, although not my cup of tea, is also a draw to some men, too. Now, think that one over and let me know what you think, if you want. Thanks.
If this is a question that belongs somewhere else, I appologize, howver, it just popped in my head to ask this of people on BF.
It has been a while since I read this story and after your joke thread, I wanted to visit again. You paint an amazing picture here and the details as you explain your lovemaking with "Nibbles", definitely raises the temperature in the room. Seeing you write the questions you were asking yourself and your repsonses, was a delight. Thank you for sharing so much of yourself, with all of us.

I'll have to give you your "10" later on, I've already given you one today.