Emily on a Horse

There are four horses in the stables now. Dad’s stallion, and three mares. Dad’s Hunter has his own stable away on the far side of the paddock. When the mares are in season he’s dangerous to be around. One of the mares is pregnant, and that left Lucy who can be quite spirited, and Maggie who is so docile she often falls asleep - even while walking.

No contest - Emily would have the super docile Maggie while I would take Lucy. Even as docile as Maggie is, I felt a lunge reign would be in order, more for Em’s peace of mind than any risk of Maggie running off. Still, any horse can get spooked given the right circumstances.

Em is not a natural horsewoman, in fact, she is wary of them, but full marks to her, she said she’d have a go. I picked her saddle carefully and chose one that offered maximum clitoral stimulation. On a normal saddle, I have to tilt my pelvis backwards a little to get the right contact,  but this one has a pommel and does the job perfectly. 

Getting me up into the saddle was way more difficult than getting Em settled on Maggie. My damaged leg isn’t strong enough to go into the stirrup or be the one on the ground pushing me up there. Fortunately we have a mounting block. A bit embarrassing as it’s considered an ‘old person’s’ thing, but hey, whatever works. 

Em made all the mistakes possible of course. She sat on Maggie like a tightly coiled spring holding the reigns way too tight and Maggie sensed Emily’s tension and it started to make her skittish, which increased Emily’s tension and so the vicious cycle began. I nipped it in the bud quickly though telling Em to drop her shoulders and just let the reigns lie on the pommel. Maggie is a follower not a leader. She doesn’t need steering. 

Once I was settled, a cheery, “Walk on” and we were plodding out of the yard. Almost immediately I saw Emily’s eyes snap open wide and a, “You fucking bitch!” came playfully from her mouth. We weren’t even out of the yard yet! 

Horses sway when they walk and it produces a nice rocking motion, plus, you have to have your legs open surprisingly wide to sit astride an animal. I knew precisely what was happening in Emily’s panties, because it was beginning to happen in mine! 

Through the orchard and from there into the woods beyond and onto one of the many bridle tracks around here. I had no intention of subjecting either Emily or my leg to a canter even though I have no doubt it would have made her…us…cum in the saddle. 

About a mile out, Em said, “It’s no good. I have to stop.” I turned to look at her and saw that familiar sex flush up her neck and across her chest. We stopped and Maggie promptly knuckled over a back foot and her head dropped into a semi-doze. 

Innocently, rather too innocently I inquired what was wrong. It brought an explosion from my fiancé. “Oh yeah…like you don’t fucking know! I’m wet from my crotch to my arsehole. My panties are fucking soaked…I can feel them sliding around they’re that wet. Fuck, girl.” My turn to let out a giggle. “Yeah, it does that. I normally get to about two miles or so and have to masturbate.” With that and another firm, “Walk on” which brought a snort from Maggie we plodded on for about another mile. 

I picked the spot we would stop in carefully. A couple of years ago there had been some tree felling here and I knew I would need the assistance of a tree stump to get back onto my horse. We found the spot I was looking for and I got down before helping Emily down who slithered off her horse right into my waiting arms. Her kiss was both passionate and transmitted the need burning between her legs. 

Remember, Emily isn’t used to sex outdoors, and certainly not sex away from home. Yet she didn’t object as I lifted her t shirt over her head exposing her bra-less ‘titties’. Undoing her jeans was almost savage. She has a button fly on this pair and each button popped undone with and almost vicious yank on my part. I bent to slide them off her legs and was brought face to face with her green panties which were stained black with her wetness. 

I stood, pushing her back against a tree and jamming my hand into the waistband. This was no time for delicacy. As I sank two fingers inside her, she moaned loudly, although I knew something she didn’t. I wasn’t going to bring her off with my fingers. 

I moved her around and sat her on one of the huge tree stumps. Then I leaned her back onto it which allowed me to get between her legs and lick her. I just adore it when she’s so wet it’s running out of her like a little mountain stream. Well, perhaps oozing would be a better word, but what I mean is that constant production of vaginal wetness that simply won’t stop and it gets everywhere. 

At that moment, Emily wouldn’t have cared who came down that bridle path. She was focused between her legs..and on me. I took a second or two simply to gaze at my fiancé’s sex. The swollen labia, the hard, erect clit, her gaping hole, and the slick pinkness of it all, not to mention the wetness of her bum hole, making it inviting and communicating its readiness. 

My lips touched hers and my tongue penetrated her, gently tongue fucking her while I used my nose on her clit. It takes a bit of doing, but you’d be surprised how effective it is. I felt the pre-contractions of her cum, and knew I didn’t have much time, so I transferred my mouth to her clit. My finger, already slick and slipper from having been inside her hole, I placed on her bum hole. With my middle finger leading the way, I slowly pushed it and my index finger up her arsehole….and deeply too. All the way, in fact, right up to the knuckles. 

Emily’s orgasm was explosive and very loud. As soon as she started cumming, I had opened my mouth wide and held myself over her entire vulva ready to receive whatever came out of her. Emily squirts more than she used to, and sometimes she loses control completely and pees with it…and I couldn’t care less if she does. I reached up to her boobs and found her erect nipples, both of which I pinched hard. Emily has shown a liking for this just lately. She really seems to enjoy a little pain with her orgasms. 

All I had to do now was simply stay there, doing what I was doing until her orgasm subsided. And it took a while. 

After she had come down from it, I smelled of sex as much as she did. My face was wet and my mouth was filled with her taste. She peeled herself off the tree stump and came towards me, a wry smile on her face. One word came from her mouth. “Strip”. I love being dominated and I obeyed her, slowly taking every stitch of my clothing off. I stood in front of her naked, and totally trusting in her love for me. Whatever she made me do, I knew that in a very short while, I’d be cumming under her touch. Another order. “Lie down.” I lay on the same tree stump and awaited further instructions. “Masturbate for me.” I spread my legs and let my hands start work. I must admit, I was a little disappointed because I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to cum. 

Then I felt her take my hand away and I felt her push her tongue inside me. There was some repositioning as she knelt over me in a classic 69. I remembered the very first time a girl had done this. I used to fantasise about being licked out by another girl, in fact it was one of my favourite masturbatory fantasies. When it actually happened for the first time, I remember feeling the girls tongue on me, and, on opening my eyes, there was her sex inches away from me. As I came, I remember I had lifted my head and kissed her between her legs. 

I did the same to Emily as I came. A brief touch my my lips on her still swollen sex. My orgasm nearly tore me apart. I love orgasms outdoors, and especially in places where we could be seen. The local riding school is in sight from here nestling in a little valley about half a mile distant. The girls (mainly girls) use this bridle path a lot. 

When I had finished cumming I reached for my clothes. “Oh no you don’t. Here.” She handed me her soaked panties. Mine were very wet, but Emily’s were utterly devastated. I knew they would be, so I suppose this was fair punishment….if indeed wearing her wet undies could be counted as punishment. 

We dressed, each in one another’s undies, and remounted. Maggie had missed the whole thing. As expected she’d gone to sleep as soon as we tied her up. 

The walk back was less tense for Emily, after all, she had just had a huge orgasm. Even so, when we had rubbed the horses down, watered them and got back to our room, she did the sweetest thing. She embraced me and kissed me. “Make love to me.” Over the next hour and a half, I did exactly that. Emily became submissive and I made love to her in the most romantic, tender ways I know. I made love to her like she was the most precious thing on earth…

…which to me, she is. More precious than life itself.

Have you ever wept tears of love when your partner orgasms? That afternoon, I knew what it was to do that. By the time we lay sated in each other’s arms, both our faces were streaked with tears, but they were tears of almost unspeakable joy. 

Sometimes, our sex can be lustful, perverse, dirty, some may even say disgusting. At other times, it is like two bodies, minds and souls becoming one.