Into her depths

"Deeper," she moaned.

Even deeper than this? "Uh ... are you sure?"

"Deeper!"

"Okay..." You push a little more. Your forearm slipped between her pussy lips, and your hand glides through that incredible wet warmth deep inside her pussy.

You find that you could even spread your fingers apart in there. And when you did, Catrice moans deeply. All along the bottom and the sides, it was just softness, softness, and more softness, but if you press upward, you could feel the round shape of the inside of her ass. Catrice didn't seem to like that, however, so you focus on just slipping your hand in deeper.

You almost have your elbow inside her pussy when you finally find the limit to Catrice's depths. And as your fingers press there, you feel an odd little nub sticking up from the bottom, almost like a little shark fin shape. Curious about what that was, you feel it some more, rubbing your fingers along it.

Catrice stiffens instantly. At first, you think maybe you hurt her, but when she let out a louder, less inhibited moan, you recognize the tone in her voice. It was more then needy, it was ****.

Could that be what she needed so badly? Gently at first, but then more firmly, you begin deliberately rubbing that little nub.

It got a reaction out of her much more quickly than you expect. Right away, she started breathing more heavily. both her chest chest and horsey flanks heaved with every motion your fingers made. Her pussy began to squeeze a little tighter around your arm.

You didn't let up. And just to enhance it a bit more, you begin moving your whole arm in and out of her pussy as you rub that little bump of hers more.

When Catrice came, it was a little anticlimactic at first. She gasped and her tail jerked upright. Her pussy clenched down hard around your arm, and her hind legs trembled... And then she relaxed, panting a little bit.

That was it? Surely you could do better than that! So you begin right up again as soon as her pussy relaxed around your arm, giving it to her even harder, twisting that little nub between your fingers.

Almost immediately, Catrice came again. This time, when her pussy clenched around you, it pushed up harder from below, and a hot stream of milky-yellow marecum sprayed from her pussy - all over your favorite shirt!

But you weren't about to stop now. This was getting fun! Again and again you drove her to orgasm. It was so easy! And you just loved the little wheezing moans she gave each time as her pussy squeezed and squeezed. You ran your other hand up and down her horsey ass cheek, and...

And she was soaking with sweat!

Finally, you stop, actually taking a look at her instead of mindlessly driving on to her next orgasm. Her upper body dropped flat against the countertop in front of her, and the chestnut sides of her horse body literally streamed with sweat. You could feel the heat rolling off of her, almost as much as you could feel it around your hand inside of her.

Okay. Maybe you'd overdone it a little.

Slowly and gingerly, you draw your hand out of her horsey pussy. You wince when the widest part of your hand had to stretch that ring just inside her entrance again, making her whine a bit.

When you finally get your hand out, it was soaked. With a silent apology to your - formerly - favorite shirt, you wipe your arm on it, promising to do your best to wash it later. Then you slowly walk to the side of the countertop where Catice's upper half was lying.

"Uh, Catrice?" you say quietly, almost afraid to disturb her. "Are you... Okay?"