I sometimes feel the need.
To take my swollen cock out
And release my milky seed.
I slip my trousers to my boots
My pants go south as well.
Then take my fat cock in my hand
And give it merry hell.
 But one day when the urge took hold
 I leant against a tree.
 I slipped my shorts down to the floor
 My fat cock springing free.
 I took a grip and closed my eyes
 Let nature take its course.
 Then opened up my eyes to find
 A woman on a horse.
 Her big blue eyes were staring,
 But she didn’t dare to speak.
 Her gaze fixed on my pulsing cock,
 A flush upon her cheek.
 I froze not knowing what to do,
 My cock was standing free.
 I thought I was in trouble then
 Until she smiled at me.
 She got down from the large grey horse
 And tied it to a tree.
 She sat upon a fallen branch
 Her eyes were locked on me.
 I slowly resumed stroking
 And a smile lit up her face.
 And that was all I needed 
 To increase my wanking pace.
 I watched her as her breath grew short
 She bit her lower lip.
 She moved her Jodphured legs wide
 And inside a hand did slip.
 I stroked my cock, she probed her cunt
 We were just yards apart
 I swear that she could hear the beating 
 of my racing heart.
 We both were gasping loudly when,
 Once several minutes passed,
 I felt a sweet on rushing,
 With my cum approaching fast.
 I looked upon her smiling face
 As with an aching cry,
 One final pump of aching cock
 And then my cum did fly.
 Her eyes went wide as I let go
 She let a gentle cry, 
 As she too reached crescendo 
 With a tremble of her thigh.
 We both were panting heavily
 both were truly spent.
 I couldn’t quite believe how far
 The pair of us had went.
 She took her fingers slowly out
 She sucked them dry, and then,
 She blew a kiss toward me 
 And climbed on her horse again.
 Then with a subtle wave she left
 And I was left alone,
 Thinking that I should have got
 Her number on my phone.
 I’ve never seen her since that day
 But hope one day I might.
 Her frantic finger fucking was
 A most delightful sight
 I stroll along each wooded track
 And down each country lane
 And long to see the tall grey horse’s
 Owner once again.

