To say it aloud, and so, he soon came to speak the words in unison with the voice. Fair had been there when the Appie dam, Sophie, delivered her first foal. Something in his smile and laugh lit a spark deep in me. I somehow convinced Roy that for every two beers I drank he had to drink three, because I had two hardons and he had three. I noticed the hooves through the under-fence gap.
I could feel the heat radiating from it—the heat of his powerful male love for me.
And, if I can maintain my creative energy I may return to writing new installments of Coptaur. I had been overcome with lust for Roy the first time I laid eyes on him in the gay Centaur bar. It was as if they were familiar words to him. I was dazed, grateful, and lost in his sweet hug against his massive, sweating chest, my cum-soaked face and hair cradled in his arms and neck as he sweetly nuzzled me and kissed my cum-slick neck and face. I was no longer conscious of the pain per se, but felt an incredible union with this super-creature as he filled my mouth and loins. Naked, cooled by the wind the horse made running though the warm night air.
People were busy playing games. It felt as if someone was kicking me relentlessly in my sore, distended ass, as his gigantic ejaculations continued to pelt my rectum. I was no longer conscious of the pain per se, but felt an incredible union with this super-creature as he filled my mouth and loins. When he noticed I was licking the salty sweat from his huge pectorals and twirling my tongue on his firm, erect nipples, his beautiful body rocked with laughter and his hardons became enormous, swaying heavily. Fair shed his boots and lit the joint. It was wonderful having my arms around him!