| This is one of my favorite fantasies but also completely warped. I'd have to be male, rich enough to own a reindeer, and not get bothered by prejudice for this one. Still, it's nice to dream about.Oh, I also don't know anything about reindeer genitalia. I'm once again leaning on the fantasy thing for that.-----It was that time again; she was in heat. Always my favorite time of the year really. Not only was it plenty of fun, but it gave me a good flow of cash for extra spending money.My reindeer is like any other. She connects perfectly with my hips, is covered in tannish fur with soft cream tracing across her stomach, and majestic antlers sprouting from her head. Contrary to popular belief, female reindeers do have antlers. In fact the males are the only ones that ever lose them from shedding.I keep her warm and happy in a nice barn next to my home. Grooming occurs every day with only slight moments of fondling and possibly me rubbing some enticing scents on my penis to make her rub her lips against it and jack me off more thoroughly than my hand could ever wish.On the days I know she falls into heat, however, I quickly call my firstr friend who calls the next and so on through our tiny town. Another 'guy's night', as they tell their wives. As far as I'm conerned I'm married to my reindeer.The barn isn't like any other. Contructed in the middle is a large stage with a small ramp. When I do it with her, everyone who wants to sees it can do so wihtout hesitation.On this particular day practically every man had gotten free for the show. I pet her muzzle lovingly as I lead her to the ramp. A green sash with bells had been placed around her neck, easily accessale handle made from it lying on her back. I could sense her own amount of excitement as we made our way to the platform. She had ben trained that only on her best behavior would she get her treats.With no thought of embarrassment I removed my pants, penis steady and strong to the touch. The rest did likewise, dropping their pants and stroking themselves as they waited for the fun to begin. I started with a little fondling, fingers running across the silken pink folds of her woman flesh before I felt the normal secretion.I actually allowed my tongue a taste this time, getting down on my knees behind her with paws on her flanks and head buried within the hot juices. My sweet girl stood still for it all, tail raised high in expectation.After thoroughly lathering my shaft with her pre I stood, hands fitting perfectly against her back legs for thrusting. I had to pull one away to guide myself, but soon i was fully wedged into the tight, seething hot folds of her. Oh, what a feeling! No words can truly describe!I really started to get into it now! My hands clenched tight as I pulled back and thrust, attempting to gain that animalistic feel she longed for. I seemed to do well enough. her mouth opened and she began panting, head lowering to allow room for the nonexistant buck to rest on top of her.After only a few seconds of impailing her I reached for the handle I had made of sash and bells. I often used the bells to tell me if I was going fast enough; they jingled all the louder with my excitement.Her fluids covered me, spitting out around my member and down her legs, long strings dangling between my hips when I pulled back before shovig in again.Finally I couldn't take it. The amount of pleasure overwhelmed and I suddenly shot free, juices spilling and pooling inside of her womb. Too bad she couldn't have children from me fucking her.Then of course the other men were allowed their turn, though most had blown themselves on the show and had to wait. And there was always that pesky ten dollar fee.-----If there are any typos please excuse. I wrote this rather late one night. |
