To have seen Bob, he needing to stand on a straw bale, as that brought his rampant, aroused satyr cock to a full flag hardon. Wide open were his eyes from his mind struggling to grasp at what he was doing; let alone of why he was mating with the Pinto mare.
"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, ah..., ah, huh, huh, ah..., huh... oh, oh...," Bob huffed his breathes with every thrust made into the mare. The sensations he felt as would admit of later to his hog tied satiric wife, as were to him as better, more spontaneous, as the mare was enjoying the length, and bulk girth of his cock rutting inside her most sensuous part of her body.
"Oh, oh Jasper, Jared how could you not want to feel, have such sense of being male..., I, I can understand now, why you wanted to become a stallion!" Bob exclaimed, he still thrusting, going slower, the sensations at the peak of any delight he'd had with his misses. He wanted to stay hung over that furred sensual rump, his elongated cock set deep inside the mare, and the mare as well flexing her vagial muscles to carress as pump-suck from her mate his semen.
Then, Bob came, he felt the rushing surge race along the length of his cock to spew out inside the mare, four mighty streams of semen. "Oh man, oh stud, me a stud, this.., she..., oh how I love the feel of a horny mare!"
The level of sensations became so enveloping to his mind, Bob fainted, blacking out with his cock well planted inside the mare. It was lucky for him that cute Angelise had tied the halter-rein snuggly to keep the mare from moving, or backing herself out of the stall.
It was more than fifteen minutes before Bob awoke from his self induced nap.
"Huh, ah..., oh, I must have gone and fainted, Jared, son, you have bred many a mare but never fainted, I guess this is a sign I am getting old. Ah..., easy Pretty Penny, easy girl," Bob said as he tried to calm the mare. Slowly, Bob began to pull free his cock for inside the mare, only to discover that Pretty Penny had enjoyed her stud, she did not want to let him out of where she felt a nice sensation.
Jasper, or Jared being the pony stallion then whinnied aloud, he snuffling three times in succession, as if to communicate, as did his Dad hear the snuffling sounds what suggested he remain calm, as give the mare time to let go of her sensual delights.
Bob listened to the snuffles of a stud with experience at him mating with mares in general. It took time, but was to the mare and Bob as valued minutes of extreme sensation.
Finally, the mare eased her vaginal grip and let the cock slide free, as it made a wet slurping sound when Bob's satyr size penis slipped free, as hung then as longer, more attune to it being as equine that of a satyr. As Bob stepped off from the straw bale his long cock swung, giving him the sensation of its bulk and weight.
Bob stood there contemplating the gained length of his penis as it in his mind's eye became then as is a horse cock!
The sound of a rumbling in the house drew Bob's attention, he remembering his exceptionally horny satyr wife as bound, wishing she could get loose, wanting to feel a cock shoved inside her satyristic pussy. She might break her bonds, and if so would run from the house, wild and impetuous with want for a male, any male, Jasper, Bob, or Boris!