Angel the Futanari 'gilf'

Sara's cheeks were hot with blood. Her fingers fidgeted a strand or two of her brunette hair. Her eyes, as blue as the sky above the cover of trees, darted from corner to corner, anxiety making her breaths shaky,

"Can't we just do this at your place?" She asked, "We're gonna get caught out here." She was talking to her client, Angel.

Anatomy Park was a tranquil haven during the spring season, where families were connecting with fun picnics. Joggers were taking in the clean air with every huff as they made use of the nearby trail. Avid readers were using the serenity of the area to get lost in fiction, or nonfiction. Birds were chirping in the air, graceful flaps of their wings dropping feathers accidentally as they went from tree to tree. The mommy birds fed their babies with maternal care. Other birds gathered in front of an elderly woman dropping bread crumbs for them nearby on a bench.

Sara was positioned away from the public areas, but still dangerously close. She and her client were just off the path, a few dozen feet from a short fence. Every person that ran by made Sara's nerves flare up, blood pumping like adrenaline. She kept looking over her shoulder as if someone was there already, all sounds fooling her mind into thinking someone was close enough to catch them. All Sara and her client had for cover was a tree and a few bushes for cover. All it took was one person to spare more than a glance and they might be seen, Sara thought anxiously. Well...they might see the bright colored mare standing in front of her, at least.

Sara made her concern clear, "We could get caught out here."

Angel's voice was too heavy with desire, making Sara's morals even more hard to hear, "Yeah, yeah." She said, tone sweetened with casual honey, "But I can't wait that long. I need it now. Besides, I'm paying you extra for the risk--up front too." Angel teased with a lick of her equine lips, "You wouldn't want to make this old gal wait too long, would you?"

That horny 'mare' had the wrong name at birth. Her chubby and curvaceous body got her into a lot of trouble in her life, far from anything an actual Angel would do. Her silver locks ran over her shoulders, undeniably silky for an older woman like her. It shimmered in the sunlight that bled through the trees above, her golden brown fur glistening with a healthy sheen. Nestled underneath her free flowing sundress, Angel reached down to her crotch with soft fingers, pulling the fabric of her pink panties off of her hips. Sara watched as they fell down her sexy thighs to her knees.

Angel parted her legs, hooves in the dirt, and pressed her back to the oak tree's trunk. She gazed down at the human beneath her, lust in her breath so hot that Sara could see it puffing out of her nostrils. She had always known Angel was a...excitable customer. From the day they first had an encounter to now, Angel was the embodiment of a horny 'gilf'. A really...really horny one, "Come on." Angel egged, "Hurry up before we get caught out here." Angel bit her plump and succulent lip as she lifted the hem of her sundress. Growing before her was something that haunted Sara's wet dreams. Angel was the first Faunian that she had ever been with, so of course she wasn't expecting a human's lady parts. But...she wasn't expecting a cock either.

Angel was far from shriveled up despite her age. The very sight of Angel's large equine cock was enough to make Sara's thighs quiver. Still, she wondered if she could even take it again like she did once before. It was as if Angel got bigger every encounter, creating a new record for Sara to break. She swallowed the thoughts down and took a breath, feeling heat coil up in her belly already.

The thick and mottled shaft twitched against the breeze that blew through, pulsing in anticipation. That same lust was spelled all over Angel's face, hidden behind a somewhat maternal smile. Angel's cock was massive and Sara kept forgetting that. She felt a phantom stretching of her walls, making her thighs quiver. It was a challenge taking Angel last time...She had to hope Angel only wanted a blowjob this time,

"I...I'm not sure if I can take all of it this time, Angel..." Sara said. Her voice immediately faltered when Angel's fingers gently brushed over her skin, her fuzzy fingers grabbing Sara's chin to force their eyes to meet. There was a deep amber hue in Angel's eyes, and behind them there was something tender. Was it reassurance?

"You can, sweetheart," Angel murmured, her voice thick with desire, "You've done it before. So, you can do it again."

"But..."

"You're not a quitter, dear. You never were. After all, remember our first time? You took every inch of me like it was nothing."

"That was before you grew like...five more inches...!"

"It was a cold night that night." Angel said with a shrug.

Sara's lips parted, breath extra shaky as a single pulse of Angel's thick horsecock snapped her attention forward. But there was a magnetic pull drawing her gaze upwards again to admire Angel's body.

The mare's heavy and milky breasts were pressed against the fabric of the sundress she wore. Her large nipples were visibly hard--Leave it up to this perverted old lady to not wear a bra, Sara thought. Angel's plush thighs looked so soft, soft enough to put the most tough-as-nails man to sleep like they were pillows from heaven. They parted further, hooves digging into the crunching leaves below as she let out a low and seductive sigh. Her patience was there, but her cock was actively saying 'hurry up' with thick veiny pulses. A hand drifted to her shaft to give all twenty-three inches a long and slow stroke. Angel was teasing her, knowing damn well Sara was on the edge of losing her mind from the scent alone,

"Jesus..." Sara breathed, knees weak against the earth below her. Despite the nervous jitters that danced around in her stomach, the raunchy sight of this futanari granny cock before her was...undeniably erotic. Sara's mouth was watering, tongue slick with saliva, as she admired Angel's girth. Fingers went to work. Angel couldn't wait any longer and that fact alone was making Sara's loins burn with urgency and a bit of need. She started by caressing Angel's thighs, earning her a soft sultry chuckle from the equine goddess she was knelt before. Her digits glided across the smooth fur towards the thick back of Angel's bitchbreaker. The sheer weight of it...how did Angel walk with this thing?!

Angel gave an appreciative hum, her hips giving a small roll of encouragement, "That's a good little slut..." There's the Angel Sara was used to, "You're already making this old gal feel so antsy. Don't be mean and tease me all day, now...~"

There was a teasing lilt in Angel's smooth voice. The praise from her words fueled Sara's desire and made her cheeks burn. She leaned in, drawn in like a moth to a flame, and planted a gentle kiss on the wide tip of Angel's pulsating horse cock. The first bead of salty and earthy precum met her lips, and Sara instinctively gave it a taste. Angel shuddered, her composure faltering slowly as her anticipation was reaching the limit. Her fingers moved into Sara's hair and tightened, pulling her closer.

The smell...Sara was a sucker for smells. The earthy scent of hot horse dick was driving her nuts with need, head spinning and reason melting away with each huff. Slowly, Sara parted her lips, and took the head of Angel's meat into her mouth as best as she could. Her tongue began to dance around the thick crown, gliding around the ring. The twitches of Angel's tail and hips made Sara excited to go further,

"Mmn..." Sara moaned around her length.

"That's it, baby..." Angel's voice made Sara's crotch moist, "Nice and slow...Take your time--I'm not going anywhere."

Sara couldn't help her whimper as her jaw stretched wider. Angel was pulling her down but only with Sara's permission, so far. No objection would bring her further down on her thick equine meat. The heat, the weight...the subtle heartbeat in Angel's cock as she took more of her down her throat--It was enough to make Sara drunk with need for more. Each inch felt like a victory, and each passing moment, her confidence grew.

Sara grabbed Angel's thighs once her lips kissed the medial ring on her throbbing meat. Then, she began to bob her head back and forth. It took a moment--Angel's cock was doing a number on Sara's throat. If Sara wasn't whoring herself out as often as she did, lacking experience, she'd be in way much more pain. But eventually, she caught a rhythm and set it, keeping it steady enough to make the mare's hot breaths turn a ragged above her. The sounds Angel was making--little gasps, sultry moans, breathless whispers for more--only made Sara want to keep going.

But then--

A rustle sounded off nearby.

Sara froze, heart dropping to her ass. Her eyes darted past Angel and through the thin cover of the bushes. Oh shit, there was shadow moving along the nearby path. Were there coming towards them? Oh, what if it was a cop? Sara's stomach was twisting up in panic, breath hitching. She started to pull back--...but Angel's hand remained firm in her hair, immediately forcing her right back down,

"Shh..." Angel said, "Don't suck it too loudly. If they catch us, oh well--Let them watch. Either way, I'm going to give you every drop of my cum. I can't wait another day."

Sara's face went hot. Was this crazy horse lady serious!? The answer was a naughty 'Yes. This crazy horse lady was one-hundred percent serious.'.

Sara was panicking but she couldn't deny the sharp thrill. It shot down through her veins at Angel's words. There was a risk and danger of being caught and it should be enough for Sara to stop and hit the road before they both get taken to jail! But...She didn't stop. Her head kept bobbing just as Angel wanted, saliva polishing every inch of her throbbing horsecock. Slowly, Sara forgot what even happened. She kept throating the mare, pushing her limits. Wetness formed at the corners of her eyes as she took Angel's thick cock harder, completely ignoring the suggestion of silence at this point.

Angel's hips rocked forward, breath coming out of her in ragged moans as Sara's tight human throat worked over her many inches of dick. The space was filled with wet and hungry noises that was impossible to hear up close. They just had to hope whoever was nearby wasn't close enough to hear Sara's desperate slurps.

"Almost there, sweetie..." Angel moaned, "Oh my god, yes. You're gonna make me cum." Sara wanted it so badly at this point. She's tasted many horsecocks before and fell in love with one thing about them--the cum. Oh, it was so thick and full of flavor, it made Sara proud to be a prostitute for the Faunians. Fuck, she wondered why she didn't make herself exclusive to equines for how down bad she was for their sloppy wet marehoods and throbbing hard pussy-breakers.

Angel's head touched the tree, falling back in pleasure. Her eyes were lidded and her chest kept rising and falling. Sara moaned around her girth, making vibrations that tickled Angel's limit. Her heavy equine balls were filled to the brim and ready to release, swinging patiently between her thighs. Angel shuddered when Sara brought her closer to the edge, thigh clenching tight. Sara felt her cock flex a lot harder than a minute ago--tension building in every inch. It was a telltale sign that she was about to burst.

And with a moan so deep, shaky and true, Angel did exactly as she warned. Sara's head started to spin at the sudden explosion of flavor in her mouth. It was thick, covering every corner. But it was heavenly. Oh, boy, was it fucking awesome. Sara could sit right there and swirl her hot tongue in circles around Angel's tip, flared up wider for her release, and devour her semen all day--

Angel grabbed her head and shoved her down. Way down. She made her kiss the base of her sheath and grunted. Sara beat Angel's thighs but she wasn't making the mare budge one bit. She had to sit there, oxygen blocked off, and take the deep throat-pie like a good girl. She felt Angel's musky sack throbbing against her small chin, big enough to easily cover her entire face. They clenched and flexed, lifting and dropping with each rope of hot horse nut Angel fed her. Angel's fingers were curled tightly in Sara's hair as she rode the waves of her orgasm like a surfer, panting heavily.

Sara was finally able to pull back after nearly half a minute--almost a new record. Her lips were slick with Angel's release, and her eyes were wet with tears. She rubbed her throat as it ached taking that whole thing like it was nothing, but...she also felt a bit of pride. Staring at the length, Sara saw where her lipstick left a mark on her sheath, drawing a ring shaped line of accomplishment. A coy smile stretched on her face as she looked up at Angel, who was smiling right back down at her,

"Phew..." She adjusted her glasses, "Still think we're gonna get caught, dear?" Sara felt Angel brush a thumb over her soft human lips, smearing the glaze she left behind. Sara's hand never left Angel's dick. For some reason, she felt wrong letting it go when it was still so rigid,

"I guess it's a little late to worry about that now." Sara said with a giggle. She looked around the area and saw no one. That shadow from earlier was gone. They had narrowly missed jail-time.

Sara barely had time to catch her breath some more before Angel's strong hands were on her again, pulling her up with ease. Equines were taller and stronger than humans were, as they were one of the biggest of the Faunians. The older mare's grip was gentle but firm, the pads of her warm fingers feeling lovely against Sara's body as she guided her up from her knees and against the rough bark of the oak tree. Sara felt strange. Angel was so close and her excitement was showing itself to the mare, nipples straining against the thin fabric of her tank top. Her whole body was trembling lightly--not with fear but anticipation as Angel brushed her soft fur against Sara's exposed thighs.

Sara looked down and saw it: Angel's heavy equine length still hung between her legs, now lifting up and pulsing between Sara's. Thick and alive, a slick sheen of Sara's saliva coated the mottled surface. It seemed to want her too, pulsing as if it was calling for her loins. It made Sara's core ache with need. She could already feel it stretching her insides in the best of the worst ways. She swallowed again, eyes staring at it like a moth staring at a lamp. Sara was more than mesmerized by the sheer size of Angel's big...meaty...hard...--Could she take all of it again?, Sara thought.

Angel's low and sultry chuckle pulled her from her hypnotism before she drowned, "I know that look," the mare teased. God, Angel was such a tease for an old woman, and it was making Sara starved. Angel obliged though, pressing that thick head of her horse dick against Sara's bare thigh. She smeared thick precum across her soft skin, leaving a hot, then cool, trail,

"Cheese and crackers..." Sara cursed in awe.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll go slow...at first." Her voice was a heady mixture of promise and self-indulged lust. There was desire in her golden eyes, balls already prepared for another round of baby batter.

Sara was starting to wonder why they named this 'sex-demon' of a woman something she definitely wasn't. She whimpered as Angel pressed the shape of her hot cock insistently between her shapely legs, the blunt and flared tip nudging against the dampness of her panties. The fucking heat was driving Sara mad--It was intoxicating like a strong drink. Sara's hips gave a jerk involuntarily as Angel's cock pressed into her folds with only the fabric of her panties protecting her. She could feel Angel throbbing with a need, but...

"Angel," she whispered, biting her lip as she was reminded by a bird or two that they were outside...in public, "We really shouldn't be out here...We shouldn't do this right here..." Sara said, even though she wanted it so badly.

Angel smirked, her equine muzzle dipping down to press a soft kiss against Sara's neck. It trailed down her collarbone, making Sara shudder and melt in her grasp, "But, here we are." Angel gave a little chuckle, "You're practically dripping through your panties like the naughty little thing you are..."

Sara gasped, her head falling back against the tree, "S-shut up..." She surrendered to the touch, Angel's hands sliding down her side. Angel lifted the hem of Sara's skirt with deliberate slowness, bunching the fabric around her hips to fully expose her shaking thighs and soaked undergarments. Angel traced her fingers along the damp fabric, making Sara gasp lightly. Her body was betraying her better judgment. They should stop, Sara thought, but she wanted it so badly...

Angel then hooked her fingers into the waistband of Sara's panties and tugged them down in one smooth motion, letting them fall around her ankles. The cool spring air kissed Sara's exposed loins, making her shiver. But nothing compared to the heat that was coming from Angel's body--She was so close that it was impossible to ignore.

Sara felt the sudden poke of Angel's tip, thick and flared. It pressed against her slick entrance and nudged her folds. Parting her pussy open ever so slightly, Sara thought, 'Oh fuck, she's going in already...Fuck.'

The sheer size of it made her breath stutter, legs trembling with anxiety. She was about to take that thing in her sex once again, just like before. This wasn't a problem before, but now, it was as if it was their first time all over again. Angel was massive. There was no way she could take that thing in one swoop. Luckily for her, Angel wasn't a liar. She did indeed took it slow first, simply rocking her hips forward to let Sara feel the stretch of her girth, the fullness and the promise of what was to come.

"Relax, sweetheart." Angel said, breath hot against Sara's ear.

"Hard to do that when you're about to rip me in half..."

"You can do it, sweetie. The biggest problem is how quiet you can be while I do it..."

"You're s-such a pervert..."

"For you, I'm whatever you want." Angel giggled, "Now...Let me in nice and slow. I want you to relax and embrace me from all sides..."

Sara took a deep breath. She gripped Angel's strong shoulders for support as she felt the first inch of Angel's cock push into her. Already, Sara was on the brink of moaning aloud, but she bit her lip to keep that from being the reason they got caught. Sara's toes curled against the air as she let Angel pin her further against the tree. She wrapped her legs around Angel's waist and braced for more. Angel groaned, feeling that tightness herself. The way Sara clenched around her made her groan, pulling her deeper and deeper--inch by agonizing inch.

"That's it," Angel breathed, "Take me inside, sweetie...just like that..."

Sara whimpered, her head turning to the side as Angel continued to push deeper. She was being filled in a way equivalent to being claimed for this horny ass mare. Each inch felt like a challenge, and yet she wanted to keep going. She could swallow the whole thing...So this should be no problem. She dug her nails into Angel's fur and scratched her flesh, huffing in pain and pleasure as Angel made her push past many limits. Soon, Angel started to thrust, rolling in slow and shallow movements to help ease the stretching.

Sara's body was overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled up so much. Angel's cock throbbed inside, each pulse sending shivers of pleasure. Angel grinned down at her with a moan, brushing a strand of hair from Sara's face. Her touch was tender, despite the raw lust in her amber gaze, "Are you ready?"

Sara couldn't take this shit anymore, "Just fuck me, already..."

That was all the encouragement she needed. With a deep groan, she rolled her hips some more sinking some more of her length into Sara's trembling body. Each pump stretched her wide until Angel's meat finally bottomed out. By this point, there was massive bulge in Sara's gut. She shakily touched it with amazement. It was a lot but...holy shit, she did it!