That clod of a dinner was a perfect word for the conjealed lump of over cooked meat and veggies that layed in their juices. I walked back to the bathroom and taking a hot washcloth began to scrub the remains of a monster masterbation.
It must have been the smell of the semen but my mind was rapidly filling with a need for sexual release. Looking a the clock in the hall made me note it was two hours at least before the wife would be home. Then too who knows how long after when I show her my new tool and explain.
I finished the cleaning but kept sniffing the washcloth as I paced up and down in the livingroom. Then whether it was lust of sudden maddness I darted out the back door barefoot into the night. Run and run like the wind I had a passioned desire and a place to relieve the monster that drove me to run.
Down thru the park's center path I ran and turning into the Kiddie Land Park I searched for that lovely Chestnut mare. Ahh there she stood in all her glory. A Shetland mare not so tall my aching cock couldn't reach it's target. I jumped the fence in a quick bound and walked toward the mare.
She snorted and seemed to remember me from the afternoon. Now she turned her rump again and with tail held high and to one side offered me my quest. I don't even remember looking about to see if there was any security camera's, guards, or even the owner who lived in a mobilehome in the park.
I dropped my sweat pants and gave them a kick. Her musky scent was filling my every desire as the monster cock swelled to this occasion.
I kneeled down behind her and with my hands pursed her sensous buttocks and vulva. Her winking lips of pony sex made me feel even more thrilled as my cock was now a steel rod of pure delight.
I leaned my knuckles on her hindquarters and slowly with intent and desire inched the rod close and then between those beautiful lips. Warmth and a moist slippery welcome urged my cock to depths my human mate could never offer. My sheath began to enter the vagina as my pelvis began to instinctively hump at some beastial rythum.
The feeling of her tight gripping on that cock of all cocks was more than I can speak. The mare lowered her head, a sign of submission to her stallion as I thrust again and again.
The desired freedom and a load not equaled in my past spewed from the glands and filled my lover to her desired want. Then her passion quelled she took a step forward, a sign for me to dismount. I withdrew but not wanting to and stood there a strange looking man on a rise overlooking the Park.