SHOWER TIME
(c) 2010 GingerM
Rhiannon joins Purity in the shower, and the blonde beauty's eyes widen at the sight of the chestnut-furred horse-girl. Clearly she's never seen a being like this... and as Rhiannon turns, Purity's eyes widen even further at the sight of the charcoal-coloured shaft protruding above a pair of black, plump balls. That stallion member arches out proudly in a bow, easily as long as Purity's arm and as thick around.Seemingly unaware of the blonde's amazed stare, the horse-woman soaps hirself up all over, carefully massaging the silk-soft skin of hir thick equine member.
"Like a hand with your back?" shi asks Purity, a smile lifting the corners of hir generous mouth while water streams over hir chestnut skin. Purity gulps and nods, tensing as this apparition steps gracefully behind her.
Strong cream-painted hands apply the soap to Purity's back, then gently knead her knotted muscles, turning the shower into a sensual massage. Those same hands soon slip over the girl's flanks, running down her hips and across her taut belly, stroking, caressing... and she feels something thick, something impossible, pressing against her bottom...something that sways gently, bumping against one thigh then the other, warm and slick with soap and water. Rhiannon's arms close closer around the blonde's waist as shi nuzzles the girl's blonde tresses. "Mmm... tell me your name, hon?" shi whispers in the blonde's ear as shi explores the complex topography of her breasts, belly and mound.
"P-Purity," she gasps as those experienced hands tease and tantalize. "Please..."
"'Please'?" Rhiannon murmurs, hir voice a mere zephyr in Purity's ear.
"Please... don't..." the blonde moans, shivering under Rhiannon's touch. "I... who - what are you?"
"Mmm..."Rhiannon replies, hir lips caressing Purity's ear while hir fingers slowly stroke down toward the bald crease between her thighs. "Let's just say my name's Rhiannon, and I'm a fantasy... your fantasy..."
"M-my fantasy...?"
Rhiannon's fingers start circling the hooded bud of Purity's clit. "Yes... you've played with women, but always kept an out, a safety line... but there's no safety line with me... and I'm more. I'm also the wild horse from your darkest dreams, the untamed stallion you secretly want to surrender to..."
A wordless moan comprised of apprehension and lust breaks from Purity's throat. Her mind whirls, flooding with conflicting sensations... fear, shame for her fantasies, wonder that this creature, this horse-woman can read her so well... and desire, for Rhiannon is right... Purity has watched stallions mating with mares and far down in the deepest recesses of hir dreams, she has longed to be a mare for a stallion, to feel herself helpless before his power, impaled, filled... "Oh God..." she whispers, succumbing to the wild horse-girl's siren song, "...how... how did you know...?"
Rhiannon's voice is soft, barely heard as hir lips brush Purity's earlobe, hir tongue tracing delicately over the soft, silky skin. "How could I not?" shi murmurs as hir fingers tease the girl, sending little shocks of pleasure through her body. "Would your fantasy not know your innermost desires?" shi asks in a hot, liquid whisper.
Purity's only answer is another soul-deep moan as Rhiannon's fingers gently prise her open. Her eyes close, the water enfolding her, cherishing her as much as those wicked, sinful fingers dipping between her thighs, channelling the runnels of water over her mound to tease and tantalize, and in the back of her mind she watches herself with odd detachment, realizing that every fantasy she's had, of a woman to bend her to anther’s will, of a powerful stallion to take her, mount her with sudden, savage strength, is rolled together in the chimerical creature in whose embrace she is utterly helpless. A little sigh escapes her as Rhiannon's fingers stroke over her belly, along her hip, cupping a breast... and behind her, that wondrous, monstrous, impossible thing; that mottled black, fleshy shaft is swelling against her bottom, rearing as a stallion rears...
Somehow, she forces her eyes open again, the streaming water plastering her blonde locks, and a soft "Noooo... don't stop, please..." escapes her as those wonderful, knowing hands cease their attentions, and that hot, thick shaft moves away from her bottom. Her knees quake, nearly giving way... but strong hands bear her up, wrapping around one ivory thigh, and she looks down to see this fantastical being, this goddess, kneeling on the prosaic, cracked tiles of the grungy shower, supporting her. Warm, emerald-green eyes smile up at her from a heart-shaped face as Rhiannon's long, agile tongue flicks
out, aimed unerringly at Purity's dripping slit.
"AAahhhh...."she shudders in a long, slow gasp of pleasure and agony. The stallion-girl's hands support her bottom, and that impossible cock bumps against her ankle like a friendly, curious thing... and are those hir balls bumping against her instep now? Purity asks herself in disjointed thought while her body reports new pleasures from the tongue taking slow, languorous licks, pressing a little deeper between her labia each time. My god... they're like melons! she realizes as one of those velvety black orbs rolls along and off her toes, giving her ample time to grasp its sheer size.
Instinctively she burrows her fingers into the auburn locks of her fantasy lover's head, little squeaks and grunts bursting from her as Rhiannon's nose nuzzles against her clit while the horse-woman's slippery, skilled tongue probes deeply now. That chestnut face has a wicked, merry smile around the eyes while the chocolate-dark lips seal around her pussy, dripping with more than mere water, and little explosions in her belly tell her of her lover's tongue exploring within her.
That tongue, skilled and sinful, is soon joined by the horse-girl's strong, white fingers, as shi works first one, then two, then three digits into Purity's eager, quivering sex. Shi can feel the girl's strong muscles clenching about hir fingers and smiles against the luscious peach of her pussy, sweet and dripping with honey... Purity will be a special treat, shi realizes, a wonderful, sweet, snug mount to fill with hir mighty shaft...
Rhiannon smiles up at hir lover, hir heart pounding in hir chest. "Mmmm... such a lovely, delicious treat you are," shi purrs against Purity's nether lips. Hir eyes half-closed, shi withdraws hir tongue for a moment as shi begins placing butterfly-soft kisses down the inside of one thigh, then shifts to the other to kiss hir way back to the blonde's sweetness. All four of hir skilled fingers slip back into Purity's welcoming moistness, as wet within now as the streaming skin without, and the low, animal sounds of pleasure emerging from her only serve to inflame the horse-woman's passion further. The thick veins crawling along the length of hir black she-prick and over the velvety black sack below throb in time with hir pulse, imbuing that heavy shaft with a mesmerizing life of its own as it bobs. Purity's head lolls back, her eyes shut against the warm water sluicing from the shower head and the moans become words for a moment, however indistinct: "Oh my god... Rhiannon, please... please, I beg you... don't tease me any more..."
"I won't, love," the soft, sibilant reply comes from chocolate lips. "I can taste your need, your eagerness, and I'm more than ready to fulfil your fantasy..."
"Oh yes... yes, my beautiful stallion!" Purity moans.
Rhiannon rises, sliding up the girl's body, hir rock-hard nipples tracing fiery lines along Purity's skin. One warm, strong hand lifts hir lover's leg as Purity's arm slips around hir shoulders, and shi smiles into those limpid eyes while hir black shaft rises, the blunt tip snouting against her parted, welcoming labia.
"Ready, my sweet?" shi asks, knowing the answer already, feeling the welcoming need of hir lover's body arching to press urgently against hirs. Shi is acutely aware of every bit of Purity, the shifting play of muscles under her skin, the thrill shooting through each of them as their nipples rub against each other. One hand leaves her lover to grasp hir shaft, a gasp breaking from hir lips as pleasure from hir touch on the sensitive, silky skin stretched over the thick muscle, and slowly, slowly, so slowly, shi rocks, pushing, feeling the fat mushroom cap of hir knob nuzzling, pressing, seeking... and then entering.
"oh.. my.. GODDD!!!" Purity shrieks, a soprano cry that echoes through the shower room. Heads turn as others realize what ripped that sound from her throat, but she is unaware, unheeding; all she knows at the moment is the sensation of being pried open, of a monstrous, inhumanly thick plug being inserted... but a living plug, warm and throbbing with life, with vitality, and it slides, it slides into her, inching forward, gentled only by the stallion's hand as she opens, oh GOD, she feels herself opening, her lips peeling back around that impossible cock.... and then the tip is inside and she feels herself closing behind it, her gaping labia moulding themselves around the soft, silky skin, the thick, muscular pole as it continues to slither farther into her.
"Yeeessss.... yesss...!" Rhiannon's voice cries out in matching ecstasy. Shi is lost in the bliss of Purity's welcoming wetness, the rippling play of strong muscles in her vagina, caressing, massaging, gripping around the fleshy invader... and the questing, eager knob, easing its entry further with thick, dribbling pre-semen, comes up against a barrier. Shi opens hir eyes, looking down to see that much of hir shaft is still outside; slick and gleaming with the water streaming over both of them, and shi looks a question as Purity smiles up at hir.
"Yes," she replies simply, desire and need shining in her eyes. "Please... I want to give you my virginity, my stallion lover."
"My sweet, pure Purity," Rhiannon's voice is husky as shi pauses hir entry. "Thank you for such a gift. I promise I'll be as gentle with you as I can."
"No," she answers, "no... be wild, my stallion! I - I want to be conquered, I want you to plunder me..." Her eyes, her face, her lips - her body, whole and entire, speaks of her need, her fantasy. "You said you knew my fantasy, to surrender, to be the prize of conquest... so break me to your harness, make me your mare!"
Slowly Rhiannon nods, then darts down to kiss hir blonde lover... not a sweet, seductive kiss, but hard, demanding, filled with fire and hunger, and as hir lips part and hir tongue probes Purity's mouth, shi shifts hirself and with one hard thrust, pushes hir way past that thin barrier of flesh. A muffled scream breaks from Purity's throat as pain stabs through her briefly, then the scream turns to a low ululation of pleasure, her body gripping the mighty fleshy pole driven deeper and deeper, until she gasps again as the thick, fat knob snouts up against the very gates of her womb.
"AaaAAIIII!!" she screams, her voice raw with primal lust. Driven by her need, she wraps her legs around the horse-woman's taut, well-muscled chestnut bottom, as though to mould them into one flesh; and deep within, she feels that thick, massive plug of cock, well-lubed with pre and the sweet honey of her own body, as Rhiannon takes one stroke, then another, and then in a rapidly increasing tattoo, the drumming beat of her equine lover's pulse is matched by the raw power as the horse-hung woman thrusts again and again.
A low moan rises from Purity after that first scream as her body overcomes its instinctive reaction to clench, to reject the massive impossibility invading her innermost recesses, and with every deep-diving thrust, pleasure cascades through her, building wave up on wave as her labia grip, stretched tightly around the slick, slippery black meat sheathing itself within her. Every nerve on fire, every sense heterodyning, her moaning rises to a lust-maddened wail and she clutches the strong, chestnut shoulders of her stallion, bouncing as she rides a mighty spike of flesh...
Rhiannon, for hir part, is no stranger to the pleasures of a snug, tight mare - human or horse - around hir, gripping hir, screaming and crying in lust and want and need, and hir hips buck strongly, hir ass and thighs flexing as shi drives hirself up into her blonde girl-mare. Pleasure courses through hir, hir mind narrowing down, focusing only on the sweet surrender of the girl in hir arms, whose breath is catching in little sobs and gasps of ecstasy, and the pure, indescribable, incandescent fire of mating. Each deep-diving plunge is exquisite torment and bliss as shi fucks hir blackness up, the symphony of sensation playing hir senses with the range and skill of a virtuoso - hir lover's intoxicating scent, a mingling of perfume, soap and lust-crazed musk, overlaid with the sweet tang of her feminine juices; the texture of Purity's skin against hir own, her silky blonde hair tickling, caressing, teasing the horse-woman, the soft, insistent pleasure of hir nipples against Purity's breasts, and her nipples, like small pink bullets, stirring the fine, fine chestnut hair adorning hir full, proud bosom... the slick, wet squelching sound of hir stallion member sliding easily between Purity's straining, peach-smooth nether lips together with the wet slap of hir velvet-skinned, melon-sized testicles against the blonde's sweet, firm ass... and above all, the flood of sensation as hir thrusts expose hir black stallion member to the coolness of the shower then return it the the hot, welcoming warmth and strong grip of Purity's freshly-opened channel.
Both lovers - girl and herm, mare and stallion - are completely oblivious to their surroundings, the furtive, awed gaze of spectators gathering, amazed and more than a little afraid of the raw, overwhelming display of lust. Purity's seemingly-unending ululations, the whinnying snorts, gasps and panting of the horse-woman as the pair ruts with urgent, bestial need. Spurred on by the sight, more than one couple or trio succumbs to the almost-tangible aura of desire, their bodies moving in echoes of the display before them, of the primitive drives and needs of a stallion and mare.
"YES!!" Purity shrieks as pleasure cascades through her. Her entire body shudders and Rhiannon's voice joins hers as the stallion-woman feels the sudden flood of juices squirting around hir inhuman cock, anointing that plunging shaft.
"YEESSS!!!" the two scream as one voice, one creature, a being whose sole purpose is to breed. Rhiannon raises Purity up, up, up that impossible black cock, shouting hir lust to the world as shi withdraws... then with no more than a heartbeat's pause, shi turns her blonde mare swiftly, cocks hir hips and lunges, plunging hir length back into hir lover. A fresh cry of pleasure torn from Purity's throat, matched by the deeper, needful cry of the stallion as shi re-hilts hirself, burying hir shaft until the black snout of hir cock slams once again against Purity's gates, hir entry this time swift but easy, for the girl's passage has been stretched, opened, shaped by the mighty equine cock as the she-stallion re-buries hirself, and the squelching sound of hir passage is punctuated by a meaty smack as heavy black girl-balls slap wetly against Purity's streaming legs.
"Ohgod ohgod ohgod ohmyGOD!" she pants in time with the swift, powerful strokes of the stallion. She twists slightly in Rhiannon's arms, her eyes closed but knowing somehow exactly where the horse-woman's lips are. Those perfect pink lips meet dark chocolate ones in a demanding, hungry kiss... no mare standing quietly under the stallion brought to breed her, but a wild creature, as wild as her stallion lover, demanding the stallion pleasure her, give her everything she seeks.
Rhiannon's arms close around her, one resting on her belly, feeling the shifting play of muscles, the bulging surface of her belly mirroring the horse-cock buried within; the other slips up to cup a breast, hir palm grinding against the proud, hard pink nubs, eliciting yet more moans from the girl-mare in hir arms. Settling hir feet, she bucks again and again, cocking hir hips as shi thrusts hard and fast, and the silky wet grip of hir lover's tightness around hir goads hir to completion, like spurs against hir flanks. Panting, thrusting, fucking, shi gives Purity everything shi fantasized about; shi is truly a stallion plundering, conquering a mare, and the mare surrenders willingly, meeting her stallion thrust for thrust, kiss for kiss, moan for moan.
The moment, when it comes, is transcendent, primal, purifying... Purity gasps, hir tight grip convulsing once again around Rhiannon's deep-plundering black staff, and that is the final cue, the last one as ecstasy explodes through the horse-girl. Shi throws hir head back, droplets scattering from hir auburn locks, and thrusts hirself home, as an explosion rocks hir loins. Deep in hir groin, muscles convulse, tightening, and hir balls rise, taut and full against Purity's thighs, and the black, inhuman shaft deep inside her flexes as the first jet of thick jizz surges up from hir roiling balls to erupt from the suddenly-flaring cock-knob. That knob, like any other stallion's, seals Purity's tight, wet pussy, the edges of it expanding, moulding to her cervix... and the impossible jet of cream, easily three times as much as an entire human male's orgasm, jets out from the gaping mouth of the horse-woman's urethra.
Bucking wildly, shi pumps again and again, the first swift, powerful jet followed by more and more as hir mighty black balls quake, churning, roiling, sending thick, heated cream in surging ropes with every powerful, jerking thrust, the thickly muscled black tube flexing as gout after gout of rich stallion semen erupts from hir flaring shaft, forcing its way past the barrier at the gates of Purity's womb. Soon, very soon, the squishing sound of slick flesh sliding within the juicy sleeve of her sex and the wet slap of heavy, cum-laden balls slapping her thighs is joined by a squelching sound as rich cream bubbles and froths, squirting out around the massive fleshy piston while the horse-woman cums and cums and cums...
Indescribable pleasure floods Purity's body as potent equine seed floods into her, the warmth of Rhiannon's hands on her breast and belly echoing the scalding-seeming flood of sperm jetting from the monstrous equine penis shuddering within her, and her body responds in the only way it can, driven by the imperatives of instinct; and as her stallion's black baby makers convulse with orgasm and the impossible, cum-spewing horse-cock belches volcanic eruptions of horse jism, her tight, snug ring clenches rhythmically around her lover's massive penis, milking the torrent of steaming jizz while she screams and howls, writhing in the grip of a supernova of ecstasy.
Hir hand on Purity's belly, Rhiannon feels her lover, her mare swelling, her belly distended as it fills with equine sperm, and shi knows this time is nearly at an end. Panting from hir exertions, shi withdraws, feeling the silk smoothness of Purity's lips gliding against hir veiny black fuckpole, feels those lips straining as the flare of hir knob approaches... then the 'pop!' as the meaty mass pulls free, stroking against hir lover's pouting, puffy slit, still achingly hard, and the next jet of thick, pearly horse goo erupts in a flashing arc from hir pumping, cum-slick staff, protruding between Purity's pale ivory thighs as if she were also gifted with a stallion's proud prong.
"Oh... my... God..." Purity gasps, one hand over Rhiannon's on her bulging tummy, feeling the sloshing load of semen within her. "Oh my god... I never... never thought..." she trails off, watching the jerking, shuddering cock between her legs as the horse-woman continues thrusting, fucking, cumming.
"Mmm... you wanted to be taken by a stallion, my lovely girl, my lovely mare," Rhiannon murmurs as the torrent begins to ebb. "You never realized what it would be like, though, did you?"
"No..." Purity pants, her breasts heaving as she catches her breath. "No, I never dreamed..."
Rhiannon nuzzles her breasts as hir thick black weapon begins to soften, the jets of horse cream slowing. "Never dreamed... but now, Purity-mare, you know."
She nods, dazed, still riding the euphoric high of an orgasm that seems to have lasted for hours. "Yes... now I know... what it is to be a mare," she replies, turning in the horse-woman's arms to kiss her. "Thank you, my stallion goddess..." Her hands follow the curve of her swollen belly. "Thank you... for your gift, your life, your seed in me." Eyes shining, Purity looks up, into the emerald-green eyes in that wise, youthful face. "Thank you for giving me my fantasy."
Rhiannon just holds her under the warm spray of the shower, nibbling softly on her ear in the aftermath of their shuddering ecstasy. "I think, my beautiful pure mare, that your gift will bear fruit," as hir hand joins Purity's. "I look forward to meeting our children."