I would have argued with the Genie but, to tell the truth I was oddly finding being a horse's male organ rather, nice! One must admit that going from a human to the singular organ of some other creature would be to say the least, a defined purpose in life!
Hours and days meant nothing to me as I sort'a got into the swing to things. I found a contentment which one might never expect having lost all that what it is to be human and free.
Oh true enough as the member of this great stallion above me I felt rewarded when he was allowed to mount and mate. One always thinks when having sex how it might feel to be longer, larger, and fill the voids.
Now I was doing that and more as with my entire body the mass and vids were being filled. I can not put into words the wild and raw thrill of becoming stiff, then erect, and lastly rigid. I want to tell of being poked about till my most sensual head does find a soft, warm, and moisten spot. I scream, "Alert, alert, time to thrust!" and so then does my steed above ram me in past those wonderous lips.
Once inside the mare grips me with ribs of vaginal muscles like nothing ever felt in my human experiences. A wonderousness begins as with each thrust my soft ansd sensous skin combined with feeler hairs sends wave of wild pleasure up my shaft body to my steed above.
As with each thrust comes a smooth and slow pull back. It is then the mare tightens down making her desires known and wishing we would stay inside.
Oh but my steed in careful of attack even though we be near the barn. He thrusts only several times and with a roaring feeling his semen roars and spews out my cock's mouth.
The deed done he relaxes just when I'd like to keep on going. He backs me out and even then a stream of cum is still pouring from my lips. He's done with the mare, his desire of that moment lost in bestial thoughts of domination and foolish pride. If it were me up there I'd go on for an hour!