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EQUESTRIAN FANTASY

Sunday, November 22nd, 2015

Barrie is forty-two years old. Her five-foot-seven-inch frame carries a voluptuous fleshiness that brings to mind a painting by Rubens. She wears her wavy chestnut hair long and loose. The color of her eyes, just a shade darker than her hair, emphasizes the olive of her complexion. Barrie’s husband, Gordon, owns a car dealership, which he inherited from his father. Barrie says that the best sex she ever had was on the day Gordon became the handsome prince of her adolescent dreams.

About four years ago, Gordon and I found the vacation home that we had been searching for. It’s an old stone house in the woods on three hundred acres of land in the heart of Washington’s timber country. It’s only a few hours’ drive from the city where we live, but it feels like another world. As soon as we saw it, we knew it was for us. I liked the seclusion, but I think that what appealed most to Gordon was that the place needed a lot of fixing up. He said that working with his hands on the weekend would help him relax after a hard week in the city. Cedar and pine and fir trees grow over most of the land, but the area around the house is clear. There are a few outbuildings, a small ham, and a corral. When we bought the place, there was a white horse in our corral. It belonged to Fred Conklin, a neighbor who was in the process of building a new ham on his own land. When we moved in, Fred offered to remove the horse to a temporary shed that he had constructed, but I told him it wouldn’t be necessary. I liked seeing the horse there.

Fred told me that he didn’t have time to do much riding and that we could ride Gunner whenever we wanted to. He said that Gunner was an old reliable trail horse who had been ridden through these woods for more than twenty years and probably knew them better than any human ever could. He frequently let Gunner out in the morning to graze on whatever wild grasses he could find. In the evening, Gunner always returned to the corral, where his oats and hay were waiting. Fred said that if Gordon and I really wanted to become familiar with our property, we ought to climb onto Gunner’s back and let him go wherever he wanted. Sooner or later we’d get to see all of our land that way. Fred said that Gunner was strong enough to carry two people. I liked the idea at once. I had done quite a bit of riding when I was a girl. In fact, I had my first sexual experience while riding a horse. I’ll never forget the first time that it happened to me. My parents had given me a chestnut quarter horse for my fourteenth birthday. I used to ride ev.ery day after school.

At first I was real nervous. I’d cling to the pommel of my saddle so hard that my knuckles would tum white. After a while, though, I became more confident. Soon I was even riding without a saddle. That’s how it happened. I would bridle the horse and throw a thin blanket over his back. Then I would ride the neighborhood trails, holding on with my legs. As I bounced up and down against the horse’s backbone, I would get a warm sensation between my thighs. I didn’t quite know what it was, but I knew that it felt good. Sometimes, when I was.sitting in my clas~ at school, I would daydream about riding. But I’m sure it was really that tingly feeling that I would be thinking about.

Then one day it happened. I was deliberately bouncing and rubbing myself against the horse’s back, feeling the sensation getting more and more intense. The crotch of my panties was getting moist, and I knew somehow that it wasn’t the horse’s sweat that was making me wet. Suddenly, with a gush of excitement, I exploded. For what seemed like an eternity, the rest of the world disappeared. I felt like I was spinning in the vortex of a giant whirlpool. It was a little frightening, because I felt that I had totally lost control of myself and my emotions. But it was wonderful. I hoped that it would never end and for a while I thought it wouldn’t. When it was over, I struggled to catch my breath, suddenly realizing that I was still on horseback and that not very much time had passed at all. I rode home immediately.

The next day, I hurried to go riding after school again. This time I knew that I was riding for that feeling. I positioned myself as far forward as possible so that my pelvis was pressed tight against the base of the horse’s neck. With every step, the movements of his head rubbed his rigid backbone against the sensitive tissues between my legs. I hadn’t ridden half a mile when I felt the explosion begin. This time when it was over, I kept riding until I made it happen again. After that, I realized that I was in control. I could bring on that wonderful feeling any time I wanted to. A few months later one of the girls at school mentioned the word orgasm, and all the other girls said that they hoped they would get to have one some day. It was then that I realized what had been happening to me every afternoon when I rode my horse. I never told the other girls, though. It was my little secret.

I began experimenting with different gaits and speeds, seating myself in various positions until I became an expert at masturbating on horseback: Eventually, I discovered that I could bring on the orgasms more quickly and make them more intense ifl didn’t wear underwear. I would ride in a long flared skirt, spreading it out around me so that no one would know that I was naked underneath it or that I was rubbing myself against the horse through the thin saddle blanket.

As my orgasms approached, I found myself fantasizing about a tall handsome Prince Charming who had scooped me up and carried me off on the back of his glis~ening white horse. He would make passionate love to me while his horse bounded over hills and dales on the way to his castle. Somehow we were always naked in my fantasy, except for the gold crown which he wore on his head and that never seemed to bounce off. These were the thoughts that were going through my mind the first time I rode Gunner. Fred Conklin had an old saddle, but he said that Gunner was used to being ridden bareback. When he offered me a saddle blanket and suggested that I just throw it over Gunner’s back and climb o~, I couldn’t help smiling to myself.

I hadn’t ridden since my teens, and it never occurred to me that I would experience those wonderful erotic sensations on horseback again now that I was an adult. But I did. I was wearing an old pair of faded Levi’s that I’d had for so long that they were perfectly molded to my body. When I threw my leg over Gunner’s back, the fabric pulled tight against my crotch, exciting me in a strange but familiar way and making me feel warm all over. I realized at once that it wasn’t the jeans that were turning me on so much as it was my recollection of those adolescent experiences.

It took a moment for me to settle comfortably on the horse and I wiggled about, seeking the right position. As I did so, I could feel Gunner’s back caressing my sex through my jeans. I became moist almost at once.

I took Fred’s advice, letting Gunner walk wherever he pleased. After a few minutes, I began moving my body in rhythm with his steps, remembering things about riding that I had thought I had forgotten. Soon it felt natural to just fiow along with the animal. I didn’t even have to think about what I was doing.

As the forest swallowed us, I gazed around at the scenery, unconsciously enjoying the warm sensation in that secret spot between my legs. It was like having my adolescent experiences all over again. Only it was better now. When I was a teenager, every sexual sensation was new to me, and sometimes the newness distracted me from the pleasure. But now I was an adult. I knew all about sex. None of the sensations was new. There was no confusion, no uncertainty. There was nothing but pleasure. I was free to enjoy it in a way I never could have as an innocent young girl.

I could feel my nipples hardening against the inside of my bra. I suppose the same thing must have happened when I was fourteen, but I can’t remember being aware of it then. I pressed the palms of my hands against my breasts, feeling them tingle at my own touch. The heat of sexual passion was rising quickly inside me.

Gripping Gunner tightly with my legs, I began rocking my groin against his back. Each movement made me wetter. Every step that he took bounced me against him and made my tissues throb with pleasure. As I felt a climax overtaking me, I shut my eyes tightly, returning to my teenage world of discovery. When the first wave of ecstasy washed over me, I had a fleeting image of a naked Prince Charming in a gold crown penetrating me with his massive penis.

After that, I took Gunner out almost every weekend, usually while Gordon was fixing or building something in the house. Gunner was an easy horse to ride, and I had a feeling of total confidence as he walked or loped through the forest. I enjoyed exploring the woods at the whim of the horse. Most of all, I enjoyed the secret orgasms that I had on Gunner’s back. Each time I came, I relived the fantasy of sex on horseback. It was still a handsome prince who made love to me while carrying me off to his castle. But now the prince had Gordon’s face.

After my rides, I would tell Gordon about the beautiful places I had seen. But· I didn’t tell him about the orgasms. I guess I was a little embarrassed. After all, I wasn’t a kid anymore; I was a married woman. I was afraid that Gordon would wonder why I didn’t just ride. back and make love to him when I was feeling sexy. I was afraid that he’d get jealous of my riding.

·One day, Gunner took me to a spot I had never seen before. It was located deep in the forest, where the trees were so thick that the sun couldn’t shine through. Suddenly, Gunner stepped in.to a clearing where the light was dazzling. It felt like we had entered another world. I could feel the sun’s heat beating down against me in sharp contrast to the cool damp of the forest. There was a little pond, and the air was absolutely still except for the sound of unseen birds in the treetops. It was the most picturesque place on our property.

I couldn’t wait for Gordon to see it. On the ride back, I paid careful attention to its location so that I could be sure of finding it again. When I described it to Gordon, he was intrigued. He agreed to visit the spot with me the following weekend. Some time during that week, I decided to try and live out my adolescent dream with Gordon. In preparation for the weekend, I went to a W estem-wear shop in the city and bought a long, flared skirt with fringe around the hem. It reminded me of the skirt I wore to ride in when I was young. I know it sounds funny, but I found myself becoming sexually aroused. just trying it on. I also bought a loose fitting white blouse with a scoop neckline and little rhinestones sewn onto it.

I was nervous all week, obsessed with the idea of making my dream come true. I could think of nothing else. It seemed as though the weekend would never arrive. Saturday morning, as we drove to the woods, Gordon chatted gaily about all the work he was going to accomplish on the house. But I had other ideas. As soon as we arrived, I ran into the bedroom and changed into my cowgirl blouse and skirt. I wore no bra or panties.

When Gordon saw me in my new outfit, he grinned. He said he loved the way the blouse and skirt looked on me. But of course, he had no idea of what it meant to me. “Come on,” I said. “Let’s go riding. It’s a perfect day to see that pond I told you about, Gordon.”

Before he had a chance to answer, I grabbed his hand and led him out to the corral. When Gunner saw us coming, he whinnied and walked toward the gate. He stood patiently ·while I fitted him with the -bridle and threw the blanket over him.

Gordon put one foot on a fence rail and lifted himself athletically onto 9unner’s back. Then, reaching down like the prince of my dreams, he lifted me up to sit in front of him. The horse rode off confidently, accepting both of us with ease.

I took the reins as Gordon placed his hands on my waist. Although Gunner was accustomed to select his own trails, he responded willingly to the signals that I gave him. I headed him toward the pond, leaning back against the strength of Gordon’s chest. “Hold me tighter,” I said. “It feels so good.”

Gordon put his arms around me, caressing my belly with his fingertips. I could feel his hands stealing up to stroke the undercurves of my breasts. When he realized that I was not wearing a bra, he drew his breath in. “Naughty little cowgirl,” he said. “I wonder what you have in mind.”

I giggled like a schoolgirl and shimmied from side to side, rubbing my backagainst him. “Isn’t this fun?” I whispered. “Just the two of us riding together around our property.”

Gordon responded by kissing me lightly behind my ear. The touch of his lips filled my loins with desire. The day, the horse, the scenery, the ride, all came together so very perfectly. My excitement was building as I thought about the dream that I had nurtured since my teens and that I hoped was now about to be realized.

The forest was becoming denser, the shade deepening as the sun fought vainly to penetrate the thick canopy of leaves above us. Then, as the darkness was about to become overwhelming, Gunner stepped into the clearing. For a moment we were blinded by the sudden reflection of the sun on the smooth surface of the pond.

“Wow,” Gordon gasped. “Barrie, I think we’ve just entered Shangri-La.” I could feel his excitement. “I never imagined anything so beautiful,” he said. “And it all belongs to us.” He swung down from Gunner’s back and reached up for my hand. We walked to the edge of the pond and stood staring at it together in silence.

“Someday we should have a picnic here,” I said. Then, taking his hand, I added, “But now let’s get back on Gunner. I want to show you something else.”

Gordon climbed up onto the horse’s back and reached out to help me up. But, stepping on a tree stump, I straddled Gunner with my back to the horse’s neck and faced Gordon.

My husband laughed. “Hey,” he said. “Thinking of joining the circus? You’re sitting backward.”

“Not a circus,” I said. “But the show is just beginning.” With that, I crossed my arms in front of me and took the hem of my blouse in both hands. I gazed into Gordon’s eyes for a moment, and then stripped the blouse off over my head with a single swift movement.

The cool air of the forest felt good against my bare breasts, and I felt my nipples harden- immediately. Gordon sighed before burying his face in the valley of my cleavage. I tangled my fingers in his hair and moved his head so that his lips were against one of my swollen nipples. I felt him suck hungrily at it, his tongue stroking gently at the sensitive flesh.

I moaned as Gunner took a tentative step forward. The rippling muscles in his back caressed my bare vagina through the thin fabric of the saddle blanket. Gordon continued licking my breasts,
unaware that I was naked under my skirt. As Gunner began walking out of the clearing, Gordon leaned back to watch my breasts bounce with each of the horse’s movements.

It was exciting to see my husband stare at me that way. Languidly, I leaned back against the horse’s neck, gazing at the bulge that Gordon’s erection made in the front of his pants. He saw where I was looking and grinned. “Do ·you think we can do it on horseback?” he asked. I just smiled and lifted my skirt slowly, exposing my knees and thighs to his lustful gaze. As I raised the garment higher, I saw his penis twitch against the fabric of his trousers. Then, at once, I pulled the skirt all the way up, showing him my nakedness.

Reaching forward, I undid his zipper and freed his huge erection from the confinement of his pants. There was a drop of moisture at its tip. “Yes, Gordon,” I said. “I think we can do it on horseback.” Gunner seemed to sense our need and stopped, wafting for his next command. I slithered toward my husband, wrapping my legs around his waist to draw my sex closer to his rigid penis. Lifting myself onto his lap, I moved my hips from side to side until my moist opening found the tip of his manhood. I felt him rock slowly, easing himself forward until he was barely inside me. A groan tore involuntarily from my throat.

I closed my eyes and imagined that I was a teenage girl in the arms of a charming prince. The fantasy was complete. We were astride his noble charger in the woods that surrounded his castle. His strong hands were upon my shoulders, drawing me closer as his·probing member gently plunged my dewy depths. I wanted to swallow his hardness into my tunnel, but I remained passive, submitting to his strength and nobility.

I had found the prince of my adolescent fantasies. He was about to take me, to make me his completely. As our bodies joined, I could almost see the golden crown upon his head. I never felt so fulfilled, so wanton, so complete. It was as though I had been waiting for this moment ever since that first explosion in my teen years. It was as though all of life had been nothing more than a background for my dream of love on the back of a horse.

Inside me, there was a climax building of such intensity that at first it baflled and confused me. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was new. It was incredible. It was perfect. It was there. When it hit, I rocked forward furiously, aware that Gordon was exploding at precisely the same moment. All time stopped. The universe was ours alone. We filled it with our ecstasy, moaning and sobbing the sounds of our pleasure to a silent, secret forest. It was perfect. It was more than I ever could have imagined. A century later, we became aware again of our surroundings, even more beautiful now that they had been the backdrop for our shared love. Gunner was in motion, heading back to the house without any further instruction from me. He seemed to know that our visit to the forest was complete, that there was nothing more that we could take from nature that day.

Since then, Gordon and I have made love in the forest many times. Occasionally, we bring a blanket to our little pond and make passionate love in the dazzling light of the clearing. We both feel that we have achieved erotic perfection. But I’ll never forget that wonderful day when my Prince Charming made love to me on his handsome steed. No matter what else I ever experience, I will always think of that day as the best sex I ever had.

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