Keeping Warm (Open)

When he comes to steady her, she briefly takes his stability. Pressing her buckskin roan body against his for a second, Idita suddenly steps backwards, as her independence started wailing inside of her. This was exactly what was not meant to happen, and it was taking its time to dawn on her, as she looked up at the bay stallion in an exhausted, dazed manner. She blinks as he brushes at her slick black forelock, and her face slowly turns into an uncertain frown.

"You boned me," Idita replies to his answer, and her eye narrow. "I let you bone me!?" She is bewildered mostly at herself, as he regains her breath, and her mind. But he brings up the question of if she enjoyed herself, and she's not sure she can deny the fact there was definitely a lot of pleasure in what just happened. "Maybe," Is Idita's response to his question, and a shiver runs down her spine as his nose runs down back towards her entrance. Swatting her black tail at Archer, she swings her rump away from him, slapping his own cum in his face. "You just went there!" She points out, her head almost fully returning to her as she takes a couple of steps towards the river.

Bending her head, she drinks the freezing liquid, and it only makes her realise how warm her rump remained, and the feeling of the juices still trickling down her thighs. Now that she wasn't overcoming with her heat, she had to wager her pride with trying this again. She peeks a gaze around her legs at Archer, watching him carefully as she tucks her tail to the side again. "Surely you'd be too tired to go there again, wouldn't you?" Idita ponders out loud, as she remains bowed at the river, her amber eyes curiously watching what Archer would do.

The bay stallion couldn't help but allow a laugh to leave his ebony lips. There was something about the mare and her terminology for sex that amused him so much. Boned he shook his head, still laughing to himself at the term coming from her dainty little mouth. He watched her in her bewildered state, seemingly crazy with shock that she'd let him have his way with her. He rolled his eyes, it was bound to happen. He'd been in the game a lot longer than she had, she was his little slut from the beginning. He lingered over the mare a second before tossing his head with an alarmed whinny as she swatted him with her tail. He stepped backward and shook his head, she was the one that was meant to be covered in cum - not him!

He lowered his head and stretched out his front leg to wipe the side of his face clean. It was not long after that her words had turned sultry and he looked up to stare straight at her exposed vulva. He snorted before lifting his head, the whites of his eyes showing. Beneath him his hooves pounded eagerly on the ground and his tail swished with anticipation. All at once the exhaustion left him and a rush of adrenalin filled his large body. The familiar tingling soon followed as the blood rushed to fill his lengthy cock, still sticky from their earlier encounter. Archer tossed his head and pawed at the ground before moving closer and sniffing her little rump. The heat lifted off her and warmed his nostrils with such an effect that his hind legs immediately pushed the front of his body up over her. His front legs locked around her chest once more and his hooves dug into the sand below them as he struggled to maneuver the head of his cock to her dripping entrance. He thrust hard against her, not bothering that it might push her forward - he knew she could handle his weight now. The second thrust penetrated her on target, this time going deep into her little pussy without delay.

Cum from his last load dripped out from around his fat shaft as he thrust into her again. He could feel the walls of her pussy squeeze against him as he rammed himself deep. He groaned and whinnied as he pleasured himself in her little hole, saliva gathering at the corners of his mouth as he grunted and dug at the sand below them to get deeper. He wanted to hear his little mare moan so he reached down and grabbed her mane in his mouth and pulled hard as he thrust into her. He could feel the cum spattering against his legs with each rough thrust, she's going to be covered by the time he was done.

For a moment Idita is not sure baiting him to get on her was a good idea. His enthusiasm makes her briefly worry for her body, as she watches the exhaustion completely sweep away. Nervously, she sways her rump slightly as he pauses there before mounting her again, and her hooves skid in the sandy earthy. Idita tries to stifle a squeak as his force causes her to lunge her forelegs forwards to steady herself, and it's followed by a little moan of him reentering her. This time, there wasn't confusion between sensations, it definitely felt good.

Idita is embarrassed at the squelching noise her vagina makes, as the previous session's heavy load oozes between them, but the buckskin roan is almost instantly flushed with pleasure. Her small vagina was stretched tight around him, pulsating with the friction, and even though he had previous jammed himself in, her walls still contracted tightly against his penetration. There is a small moan that escapes, and it's quickly escalated into a squeal as he roughly grabs her mane. Archer squishes her like a concertina, between his thrusts and the grip on her mane, and Idita gasps as her muscles clench and she fights her neck against his grip.

The slightly less stable turf from being so close to the river causes more movement from Idita. It was probably best Archer grabbed her mane, as her lithe body dug through the sand with each of his powerful thrusts. In an attempt to try and barricade herself against moving more, Idita lowers her forhalf and pushes back. Her back legs were spread and bowed under his weight, but now her vagina angles up slightly with how she tries to stabilise her body, digging her hooves into the sand. Each of his thrusts brings a little moan out of her now, and she doesn't know whether the trickles down her legs were from the current boning or the previous round, but decides she doesn't really care. It felt too good to worry about that, or the fact she still squelched with every throw from Archer.

The bay stallion, now dripping with salty sweat, had found a steady rhythm with his thrusts. He bellowed continuously into the air, condensation streaming from his nose and mouth as steam lifted off their pulsing bodies. He was at the stage where he was holding back another blast, not wanting this new session to end so soon. He grit and bared his teeth with each push deep down into her, the sensation almost making him come each time. He tightened his grip around her chest as he felt her little body slip forward beneath him, slowing his rhythm for a moment.

As her weight shifted below him he felt her angle herself upward. The sensation changed and he nickered to her to stay that way. He transferred some weight to his hind legs and maneuvered his front legs so that they were now below her rib cage, just over her hips. His own body was almost vertical now and he strained his neck to see down to her entrance. He watched as he slowly pressed his cock into her with that sexy wet squelch, cum dribbling out with every inch inserted. He then began slowly pulling it out, her tight pink muscles gripping his shaft as he did so. "Oh I bet you wish you could see this." He moaned, watching her muscles flex over the head of his cock. A second later he rammed himself back into her with a force that even threw him forward. He gripped her chest again and dug at the sand below them as he began to reach his climax.

Each of her small gasps of moan were lost to the volume of his noises, and Idita can feel the bellows rumbling against her back from his body. Yet she stops feeling vibrations as he shifts himself with the angle of her hips, and there is a much loader moan that escapes from her. It lengthens into a gasping whimper as he pulls himself out, and the muscles in her vulva tremble for his thick shaft. She can feel the cum drenching her haunches, and it's an urgent series of grunts Idita gives as the spasms in her were squirting the cum already inside her against his head, and it's the only noise she can muster in response to his groan.

Idita squeals loudly when he throws himself back in, and her haunches are lift off the ground with the force, all her weight pressing onto her forelegs as he rams her. Her sides heave against his grip, as she reaches her climax before him, her haunches trembling under him. Almost crying in pleasure, Idita's body tries to expel her juices, except only a trickle seeps out between Archer's thick cock and her walls. But she can feel the tingles of pleasure fire throughout her body, and her head enters the clouds.

Archer gritted his teeth, moaning as he felt the little mare shudder beneath him. He could feel every muscle within her clench and release in rapid succession as she came. He began to fuck her harder, hoping to make her orgasm last. With every thrust he pulled the shaft of his cock out just far enough to allow her cum to squirt out down his back legs. It was in this moment that he felt he couldn't hold on to his own anymore and bowed his neck to take a mouthful of her mane. He pulled himself higher over her and shifted his weight to force the front of her down to further expose her cum filled pussy. With one last burst of energy he jammed his cock as deep into her as possible and released. This time he remained as still as possible, holding the entire length of his pulsing cock within her stretched pussy.

He moaned loudly through the mouthful of mane as his cock throbbed with each explosion. With every pleasurable throb he could feel cum spewing out her entrance and dribbling down his balls and legs like hot, sticky lava. He remained on top of her for the entire duration, allowing himself to feel the pleasure of releasing his entire load against her warm, wet walls. Eventually he released her mane, clenching his teeth as the throbbing slowed. His breathing was heavy as he gathered the energy to pull himself off her. As he pulled the length of his shaft from her vagina it fell limp between his legs, covered in cum and dripping everywhere. He looked up so see fluid pouring from her gaping pussy where his cock had originally had it plugged. He exhaled, barely smiling at the sight of her cum soaked tail through his exhaustion before turning to the water to take a well deserved drink.

Idita cries with a shock of pain when Archer pushes her forequarters down, her hooves digging in the sandy ground as they spread out further, like a giraffe to drink. She could hear the thick dollops of juice splattering the ground and their flesh, and she winces with her eyes closed when he jams his entire length into her, and the buckskin roan can hear his ejaculation in her. An uncontrollable moan releases from her mouth mingling with the noise he makes into her neck that she pulled taut against his grip. Her breath is erratic and she knows there is pain buried under the sparks of pleasure that fire through her entire body, and her muscles respond in spasms as Archer finishes.

The tension in her neck releases when he lets go, and instantly Idita drops her neck, stretching it out, finishing the downward slope he'd forced her into. There was a loud slosh when he finally withdrew, and the filly whimpers with the weight of the juice that falls from her vagina. Her vulva still flares and gapes as her entire body struggles to regain composure, and it just causes more of their combined orgasms to coat her back legs and tail. She can feel the hair on her tail smeared across her haunches, and dripping in juice. Her entire body was soaked, what wasn't sperm, was juice, and the cold evening made a steam rise from her.

Idita watches as Archer clambers towards the river, and she is still frozen in position, with her head lowered, and haunches raised. Part of her was almost terrified of moving, as she wasn't sure her legs worked anymore. Regaining her breath, Idita almost hisses, with still a sound of breathlessness, "I think you've broken me."