Of Horses and Men
by Magia (August 1997), translation from the Italian by Raf (January 1998)
Of Linda's mare and Ugo's stallion, and animal passions by the sea


I'm Irma. You know me already, you shall have read my Italian stories 
about me, Ugo, our friend Linda, and our wrestling encounters! Ugo and I 
decided to offer ourselves a holiday period together, by the sea, in a 
fantastic place at the opposite coast from where we live. We banked in 
two separate bungalows, as I would never allow a man to think I could 
become his woman, which actually means his slave. Ugo pleases me a lot: 
he is extremely burly, very strong, his muscles make me shiver in 
delight when he hugs me making love, or when we brush against each 
other. Just to feel his hot muscles against mine, to test our strength 
in interminable wrestling encounters gives me fantastic sensations. 
Nevertheless I will never be his woman, and our mutual friend Linda 
would never share her home with the presence of a man, be him so 
fantastic and sexy as Ugo. 

The weather is very good. Ugo and I went out for a long ride with our 
horses down the coast. I'm riding my usual black mare, well trained, 
with defined and strong, a fantastic tail, and very strong shanks that 
allow her to reach extremely high speed. I weigh around 80 kg (176lb. 
14oz), but that does not seem to bother her, when I mount her with my 
bare legs, applying the power of my thighs to my mare's body. She lets 
me guide and dominate her, as if we had known each other for ages. Ugo 
choose a white stallion instead, a big animal, of Arabian origin, and 
with a noble pedigree. He is a perfect animal for Ugo. Ugo's body weight 
around 100 kg (221lb.) and his muscular power are proportionate to a 
horse like that! 

We came down to the beach at a peaceful trot, talking of this and that, 
and the animals trotting alongside each other. My Diana, that's my 
mare's name, is a bit nervous; from time to time she sniffs and butts 
against Jago, the white stallion, pushing him with her flank, as if to 
send him away, or as if she was searching for physical contact. 

Ugo and I are almost nude, our extremely tanned bodies covered by the 
briefest of slips. Ugo has a fantastic muscular definition; his muscles 
have reached a tremendous vascular size due to weight-lifting training, 
running and swimming. Before we came out for the ride, I oiled his 
fantastic body, and got my eyeful of his physical beauty. He hugged me, 
and wanted to make love to me on the haystack in the horse-stalls. It 
would not have been unpleasant at all, but I firmly rejected Ugo's 
effusive advances for it shall be me who chooses the right moment! 

At last we arrived at the beach, coming down to the seashore: Jago 
jumped suddenly and almost sent down Ugo, who closes his powerful thighs 
on the animal's flanks, dominating him immediately. Diana smells the sea 
breeze, and stands up on her hind legs unpredictably. I submit her with 
a terrible squeeze with my thighs, but she departs at a great speed, a 
characteristic I had not known before in Diana! She gallops at a great 
speed, along the seashore where the waves break in foamy water at 
regular intervals. The mare's hoofs produce jets of salty water that 
spill up and over my body and face, and the fur of the fantastic animal 
propelled into an unrestrained course. I let her do her trick, while 
taking pleasure in the fast run, pressing my legs and glutei muscles 
spasmodically to the powerful animal's back to keep myself on top; I 
ride her without saddle. 

I turn my head to see if Ugo is following me. He is two metres (2 yd 2 
ft) behind me. Jago has started in the mare's wake, and slowly but 
inexorably he is gaining ground. Ugo looks fantastic, riding his naked 
horse like me, shining in oil and water drops, equal to a Greek god. His 
muscles are fully stretched from the effort to control the animal, his 
enormous and excited pole poking against the slip. I wished to stop and 
force him to a brief wrestling encounter, and then...and there, at the 
deserted beach, to take him and letting him take me like a fantastic 
bull. But our horse run goes on: my mare tries to side into the water, 
seems to want to choose her own path, but I forbid her to, pulling her 
bridle, forcing her to run forward, along the seashore. Ugo is now side-
by-side with me, then he wins by a head, and then Jago slows down, 
waiting for Diana to recover. The ride goes on, at a great speed, and I 
see our mounts' muscles flexing and distending in effort, their heads 
brushing, touching, Jago's muzzle contacting with Diana's flank. Both 
horses drive several metres (yards) towards the sea, the water is now up 
to the animal's hocks, and water jets come up to bathe our bodies. Ugo 
shouts something, but I can not hear him. Both horses have come so close 
that we risk hurting our legs between their flanks. 

Then I make out what Ugo is shouting at me: "Jump, jump to the water, or 
you're going to be hurt, Diana is in heat!" 

Finally I see the explanation for this run: wild nature must follow its 
path. I jump towards the sea, an athletic dive and then I find myself 
between Ugo's powerful arms, deep in water to my neck. Ugo bear-hugs me, 
and I feel his rod against my crotch. It is hard and hot despite we are 
inside the water, and my slit is just covered by a narrow and thin 
cotton string; Ugo is already trying to strip even that off me. 

But it is not passionate words that Ugo whispers in my ear: "Look what 
is happening, it will be exciting, you shall see!" 

Jago and Diana are nuzzling each other by turns, their nostrils dilate 
and move about, their necks stretch searching for their mate's body, 
both animals whinny passionately. Then stepping away, Jago places 
himself behind the mare, which is a demanding job in high water. He is a 
very strong animal, and standing on his hindquarters, he plunges onto 
Diana's croup, and both animals manoeuvre together. Jago's enormous 
member is visible even for a non expert viewer. I had never seen a horse 
mounting a mare, I am fascinated by this spectacle, and also terrified 
by its violence and strength that emanates from both animals, but mine, 
and Ugo's excitement mounts high. 

Ugo grabs me by one arm and brings me inland. We are both nude already, 
as he sits facing the sea, on the seashore's wet sand, and keeps me 
sitting between his huge thighs, also facing the sea. His prick is hard 
as steel, long, enormous, turgid, and poking strongly at my ass. Our 
muscles are extremely tense, Jago penetrated his partner and mounts her 
in a fantastical way, it's a spectacle of strength and extreme 
sensuality I had never seen before. Speckles of water surround both 
animals, who fight for a spell, then Jago mounts the female with 
determination, dominates her like the powerful male he is. His penis 
moves inside Diana for several minutes. Ugo is encircling my waist 
strongly with his arms, I feel he is probing around with his big prick, 
and excited as I am with the situation, I make it easy for him. Ugo is 
in a hurry; I feel his forward thrust entering me through the asshole, 
deep inside. He shoves his fantastic member inside me, where none other 
ever dared to violate me. Ugo is the only one whose strength convinces 
me to let him take me in the ass. Both animals are about to reach an 
orgasm, and they keep whining. Ugo roars with incredible male power, 
pulling me against him with a huge strength. I grab his wrists against 
my belly, and pull him even closer, then my hands grip Ugo's thighs 
along my sides. 

Ugo labours me in a bestial way, roaring, kissing my neck savagely. then 
I feel that he is about to explode inside me, and I, too, am about to 
come. Suddenly, with strength and power, both males reach the climax: 
the horse whines and Ugo's tenses his muscles further and harder, he 
tries to orgasm in unison with me. I scream with pleasure, I come, and I 
feel Ugo's sperm flooding my ass, my cunt is wet with my own juices. I 
have never felt so good!! 

A couple of minutes after, Ugo and I lay stretched on the scalding sand, 
relaxed. Ugo takes one of my hands and places it on his muscular chest. 
I look at him, relaxed, all his energy spent during our scene of minutes 
ago. 

Ha, I had almost forgotten them, our horses' muzzles are above us, they 
seem to observe us with interest and curiosity, perhaps they are 
thinking what we think, perhaps. but yes, it's true! 

I call Ugo's attention, almost shouting: "Ugo, look, the horses. they're 
smiling, they're happy like us!!" 

It is true: both animals have spent their natural hunger, their passion, 
like two human beings. Now they came to thank us, for letting them do 
it, for having copied them. but Ugo and me, we did not copy the horses! 


¸ Magia 1997 ("I cavalli")
¸ Raf 1998 for the English version