Black beauty

He was ENORMOUS.

There was no other words she could find to describe him. Just...Enormous.
A mountain of muscle. And so Beautiful.
She was more than a little worried though, truth be told.

A thousand thought's running through head..... All a little terrifying.

She also thought of the very real pleasure, she might feel to. So Animalistic. So Raw.
The thrill he inspired in her, was a new sensation. Just looking at him, at his body.
She had never felt this feeling before.

She thought about the sheer physical sensations, that might soon be rippling through her body, as she held on to him.

Other excited eyes looked at her. -her boyfriend, very close to her, willing her on. Inviting her to enjoy him.
She moved closer. Trembling.

She looked over him, her eyes slowly moving from top to bottom. He was pure muscle. She shivered in anticipation.....
More than just an exciting fantasy, a daydream. A reality.

His body was already covered with sweat. She had watched him with other girl, for the last thirty minutes or so.
As the other girl got off him, and she slid past her, the pure ecstasy in her eyes told her all she need to know.

His sheer energy was very impressive, and she knew he had plenty left – just for her.
She moved closer to him, close enough to touch.
She couldn't help herself, she just had to touch him, feel his raw energy.
Gently, she ran a finger down his body, sliding her fingers through the sweat of his previous exertions with the other girl.
She had never felt this sense of excitement, and she had experienced many others before him.

He was something completely different.

Nothing, or no one, could stop her now. There was no going back.
Any trepidation had evaporated. Gone.
She drew closer to him, smelling him, inhaling him, aching to feel more of him, wanting to feel him move against her.

Closer still, now bodies fully touching.
Hard muscle against her feminine softness, yielding to his power.
He pressed against her, almost pushing her backwards with his strength.
She held onto him, refusing to move one inch away.

She wanted him, right now.

Her boyfriend moved closer, behind her. He ran his hands down her thighs, lower, stroking her, helping her..

She looked over at him, smiling, lovingly, and turned back once again, and with one swift fluid movement, was on him, straddling him.

Not fully in position, she looked down. She couldn't believe she was doing this.
She moved down a trying to accommodate how wide he was.
Her legs were already stretched wide open, and she could only try to open them further.
As her thighs quivered, from the sheer bulk of him, she started to move.
Getting as comfortable as possible, she started moving, up and down...... up and down .

Slowly as first, she wanted to savor every minute of this heavenly body between her legs.
Her tempo speed-ed up, faster
Faster now! She loved pushing down, grinding into into him, urging him on, faster, faster, his muscles rippling beneath her.

20 minutes later......................
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"Oh...... my...... fucking....... god, " She breathed, heavily. " I can't believe it would be that good"

"I'm sorry babes I might have to leave you for him. I don't think you can compete with that" Smiling, laughing.
"When can we come see him again? Soon? pleeeeaaasse say soon!"

"How does next week sound?," wrapping my arm around her waist, and walking back to the paddock.

Her new favorite stallion. She was still all excited from that 4 mile run, mounted on his back.

I had every intention of taking total advantage of that excitement.

We headed back to the changing rooms....

(but that's another story..)