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The horse snorted, he raised his head. “Oh come on. Whoa horse.” Heather slipped the bit in the horse’s mouth. She fastened the bridle around his neck. “Come on Lady P.” Heather pulled on the reins, led the bay from the stall, and tied her to a post in the stable. Heather curried her, and checked her hooves. Heather threw the saddle blanket and then the saddle. The old bay mare snorted. “Ok, ok Lady P.” Heather said. Heather tightened the girth strap and adjusted the stirrups. Heather led Lady P out of the stable.
Heather mounted Lady P. “Giddy up Lady.” Heather gave a slight snap on the reins, she dug in her heels into Lady “’s flanks. Lady P bolted into a trot. Heather tightened her knees and posted in sync with the trotting horse. “Good girl Lady P.” Heather trotted past the fence. “Come on girl, let’s go, you giddy up.” Lady P broke into a full run. Heather leaned forward shortening the reins and coaxing Lady P on. Down the bridal path they flew. The wind, Lady P’s mane, and Heather’s hair were blowing from her run. Across the pasture to the woods she rode, spurring Lady P on. Lady P cleared the first fence. Heather leaned into the next jump, straightening her legs. Lady P cleared the hedge. Heather sat back.
Heather felt free, she felt alive, and she felt as if she and the horse were one soul. She pulled Lady P up. “Whoa girl, whoa, lady P,” Lady P stopped. Heather patted her neck, “Good girl, good girl.” Heather started the old mare in a walk in and out, around the trees. They wove a path along the bayou canal. Heather loved to ride, This was one of the best birthday presents ever. It was her 18th birthday.
Heather had been riding now for six months or so. She had learned quickly the different gaits, she learned to take care of them, but most of all it was the feeling she got between her legs that thrilled her. Heather found the perfect gait, the perfect saddle, and the perfect way to sit on the saddle. When all was right, Heather could orgasm as many times as she wanted.
Heather tried to go riding at least three times a week. She liked to dress in her riding togs, the tight pants, her knee high leather boots, the white blouse she rarely buttoned above the top button on her tight form fitting jacket. Her togs showed off her sumptuous hourglass figure.
Heather pulled up Lady P “Whoa girl.” Heather leaned back in the saddle and stretched her legs out. Heather felt that familiar feeling between her legs; she leaned forward and began rubbing her crotch on the pommel. She was rolling her hips, pressing her crotch tighter and tighter against the saddle. Lady P snorted and stomped her hoof then threw her head back.”Whoa girl, quiet girl.” heather patted her withers. “Good girl.”
Heather spurred the old bay to a walk. Heather walked Lady P to the trail. Once clear of the woods, Heather yelled giddy up. And spurred Lady P to a trot, then to a run. Heather reined her to the left trail. Lady P cleared the first jump, then the second. At the third jump, Lady P pulled up short and shied away from the jump. Heather was tossed upward. Lady P stopped. Heather was coming down. Lady P reared up, Heather was impaled on the saddle’s pommel. The pommel hit Heather right at her clit. The pommel smashed her clit and labia against her pelvic bone. Heather grabbed the pommel. She doubled over from the shock of hitting the pommel. She drew in a deep breath, leaned back in the saddle; she held her pudendum in her hand. “Oh, God damn that hurts.” Heather rubbed herself, she felt herself spasm. “Oh fuck.” she said.
Her clit, her mound, her lips, were beginning to swell, they were very sensitive. She had to lean forward to grab the reins. “Oh that hurts so good.” Heather got off Lady P and walked her to a while. She couldn’t believe that hitting the pommel like that would make her orgasm like that. Heather remounted Lady P. She walked her back to the stable.
Heather leaned forward on her mound, pressing her crotch harder into the saddle. She enjoyed the feeling; the pain was glorious to Heather. She pressed herself harder onto the saddle. She began to roll her hips; she masturbated herself against the saddle. Heather grabbed the pommel, pulling herself tightly against it. She shuttered. Her body shook. “Oh fuck that’s good.” heather sat back in the saddle, her crotch wet from her juices. “Good girl lady P.” Heather walked Lady P back to the stables.
Heather cooled off the old mare, unsaddled her, brushed her down, watered her, put the feedbag on her, then turned her out into the paddock. Heather climbed up to sit on the top fence rail. She swung one leg over. She was straddling the fence. She sat down on the rail. “Oh my.” Heather leaned forward, the rail pressing against the labia and her clit. “OOOH, that feels so good,” Heather looked around, several other girls were watching, one was smiling at her. Heather swung her other leg over the fence, and sat there enjoying the view of the horses and the feeling between her legs.
Heather climbed off the fence; she called Julian to come get her. Heather found an out of the way spot to wait. Heather straddled a fence rail, she leaned forward finding the spot, “Oh yes. There you are.” Heather slowly rocked until Julian arrived. When Heather saw Julian, she got off the rail; she walked with her legs spread just a little. Julian asked, “Are you alright?” “Yes, oh yes, I am just fine.” Heather said, sliding into the car. “Oh yes, I’m just fine.” she said again. “I do love riding.” Then she said to herself, “Especially that wooden horse.”
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