Number One Pony
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Today I am a pony girl, and will be ridden by Jenny.
I don’t know Jenny that well and have only met her twice. She is my pal Liv’s girlfriend. Liv and I used to work together, and have been friends ever since, even though Liv got sacked for saying a colleague looked like a paedophile, because he did. I was annoyed with her about that. It’s not often one has genuine allies in the workplace and Liv was one of them.
She is about my height but much broader. If you had to label her, you’d call her a butch lesbian, but I don’t think that does her justice. Sure, she’s got the physique, the short hair and tattoos she does herself, but she also has a watchful, generous kind of beauty and cheekbones I could spend all day stroking. Nothing sexual has ever happened between us, although we flirt all the time the way friends do.
She has rescued me more than once, when I’ve been too off my face to get home. Once she drove and got me at 3am because someone had slipped me something and I thought I was on Mars. In fact it was only Streatham, which is arguably worse.
Liv has been with Jenny for six months, and is besotted. I can understand why. Jenny is a textbook lipstick lesbian. She’s got ridiculous glossy brown hair and these bright blue eyes that are striking but rather cold. Liv indulges Jenny constantly, and today is a case in point.
Jenny wants a pony. Not just any girly pony, but a t-girl pony. I’m not sure why she has this specific requirement. I suspect it’s to do with curiosity, with an undercurrent of politics. Since the personal is the political, I reckon it goes something like this: Jenny wants a sexual plaything who will not worry Liv because I haven’t had gender change operations and neither do I want any. The broader political aim is probably to do with getting one over on the patriarchy, even though I am nothing to do with the patriarchy. Indeed, as a successful thirtysomething trans woman of independent means rather than a tragic victim, I am pretty much on the patriarchy hit list. Being pretty myself is sometimes an advantage or a defence, and other times not.
I drive over to their place, and don’t bother hiding what I’m wearing, because it’s spectacular. Black lace stockings and suspenders, although not too ornate; open back gaff panties with subtle padding to bulk my hips out; shiny black boots with long heels; black gym bra for added bounce as I’m ridden, with a black lace, long-sleeve, high collar top over it. My dark hair is long and shaggy, with my trademark fringe hanging just over my eyes. When I stand, a horsey tail fixed to a lace belt hangs over my arse. I’m sitting on it as a drive; it presses in slightly, but feels nice. I’ve also got a headband with horse ears, and my makeup is full-on slutty.
It’s about 12.30am on a sunny Sunday in August. Since I was out every night last week, I did the unthinkable and had an early night on a Saturday. I went for a run through the forest first thing and now feel rested and calm, yet pumped.
I’ve had a hefty brunch so I don’t bloat out but can keep going into the evening. One of the things people forget when getting involved in sex marathons is that they burn through a shitload of carbs and the last thing you want before climax is an energy dip.
The traffic through Kent is okay. A couple of women whistle from a camper van, but that’s it. I’m disappointed. You’d think a transgender horsey babe in a red vintage Triumph would be more of an event, but we live in odd times so maybe I’m the norm now.
Liv has been on at Jenny to move in, so Jenny sort of has, while still keeping her own place. She says she’s going to rent it out, but so far has not done so.
Liv’s gran died and left her a decent wad, which Liv has wisely invested in a detached bungalow in Sevenoaks. She’s done it up her way, which means it’s 94% bookshelf (which is still not enough) and the remainder her own designs painted directly onto the walls. I like the abstract designs best; the Sapphic stuff feels a bit forced, as if Liv feels obliged to paint it.
I pull into the driveway and park. Getting out of the car as a horsey girl feels amazing, as if I’m transitioning from human to animal form. Instead of my usual handbag, I’ve got something that looks like it could be a saddle-bag, which I sling over my shoulder. I lock the car and think about how I’m going to move.
When you’re a pony, you have to think like a pony and move like a pony. I find this animal play the easiest, because I’ve got long pony legs and a long pony nose. A lot of ponies have fringes, which I’ve got too. They are powerful creatures, but sensitive, and can either be almost supernaturally fast, or methodical beasts of burden. I possess all these energies, and find them easy to channel in my pony persona.
What I like most about ponies is that they are bred for the purpose of being ponies, as if human technology has enabled an identity that would not exist in quite the same way in nature (whatever that means). Again, that’s me, and it’s Liv as well, for we are both androgynous people who resist the tyranny of binary sexuality.
Trotting in heels should not be as easy as I find it, but once I’m away from the car, my pony persona takes over quickly. My tail swishes and my hair lifts in a warm breeze. I feel elemental, and full of power. The fact that I will not only be welcomed in this identity but desired brings a rush of creative energy that feels like inspiration.
Something catches my eye in the bungalow next door. A twitch of curtain, or a shadowy movement? It’s gone before I properly register it, but I am suddenly aware of being watched. I toss my shaggy mane, lift my chin and huff through my nose. Watch and enjoy, whoever you are.
The door opens to reveal Liv, who is in her early thirties.
“Hello pony,” she says.
Her voice is quite high, but she works to make it lower, which I’ve always found adorable. She also assumes a practical, blokey persona, which endears her to everyone. At work, all the girls would flirt with her whether they were gay or not. She pretended to be put upon, while loving every second of it.
We have agreed that I will not speak, to enhance my pony quality. I find I don’t need to say much usually anyway, because my face is very expressive and people generally know how I’m feeling. It’s handy, unless I have to lie, which I am useless at.
Liv clicks her tongue, and I trot up to her. She strokes me, my hair first and then my flanks. Without the heels I’m small and slim, but I work out a lot and Liv spends longer than she needs to on my abdomen.
“What a pretty pony you are,” she says.
She smiles, but her eyes look uncharacteristically sad. Putting a hand on my back she guides me in.
The two-bedroom bungalow has a small entrance hall and a decent-sized kitchen, but the key feature is the living room. It’s huge, and Liv has divided it up cleverly so it doesn’t look like a barn, while at the same time not losing any space. It’s well-lit through a row of French doors into a pretty garden, and south facing so that the bright early afternoon sun streams in.
Liv takes my bag and pushes me gently into the living room, where Jenny is waiting. Jenny is younger than Liv; mid-twenties maybe. She is done up in full riding gear: breeches, boots, helmet, and hair in a net that hangs down to her slender neck.
She holds a whip.
For a moment, we stand there as Jenny takes me in, her cool eyes appraising. I like this very much. I am livestock, animal meat that exists for use by superior creatures. I can be ridden, raced, worked. I can by whipped, I can be broken. I can be eaten, my flesh disguised in tins for human consumption. I can be turned into glue.
“Well,” Jenny says. “What have we got here?”
Jenny looks like she belongs in those period shows about dull goings on in country houses, and would exist upstairs with the nobility rather than downstairs with the servants. However, she also has a broad Lancaster accent that doesn’t make her any less posh, but does puncture the Downton Abbey feel somewhat.
I regard her with my large brown pony eyes: watchful and suspicious. Will this new owner be kind, or brutal? Fair and firm, or just firm?
“Come to me, pony.”
I hesitate. She taps her open palm with the whip. I trot over and stop beside her. Close up, I can tell from her deep breathing that she is turned on, as much by her own outfit as by my presence.
She makes a big deal of inspecting me, first visually. She walks slowly around me and examines me from every angle, including from below on one knee. Even down there, she exudes high status, and I submit to it completely and instinctively.
It isn’t so much a physical change as a psychological one: a changing of mental gears. Gone is the confidence that allowed me to travel here like this, and to have agreed to come at all. Instead, I am a vessel, subservient to the will of another. Recognising that reality alters something in me, even though I do not move. It is as though my aura changes, and Jenny picks up on it at once.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Very good.”
Liv has approached, but does not come too close. She wants to watch, but not get involved. Slowly, she settles into an armchair in front of a shelf of books. Many are about nature. Some are romances.
Jenny leans in and smells me. I am very clean, my hair washed this morning so it will swing with optimal suppleness. I have not put on any perfume, and only neutral anti-perspirant. It’s August and this outfit will get hot, despite the wide mesh of the tights and top.
Jenny strokes my hair, touches my ears. Her breathing deepens further when she touches the ears. I feel they are a part of me, as if they contain nerves. The tickly press against my hair feels relaxing and seductive. I let my body undulate in response, letting it do what it wants. I push my breasts out, and Jenny touches them, lightly at first and then more aggressively. She runs her hands down my body and my hair as if brushing me, and then she grips the tail.
The tail feels lovely. It is my favourite part of the whole outfit. A long, lush length of hair that tickles me through the open back of my panties and through the mesh of my tights. Both outrageous yet also seemingly natural, it hangs from my coccyx like a reminder of some distant animal past. It both covers and reveals, and I wriggle my hips to make it move.
Jenny touches me between the legs, and I gasp.
“She likes that,” Liv says.
Jenny does not acknowledge that Liv has spoken. Instead, she holds the whip to my face.
“Smell the whip,” Jenny says.
I toss my head to thwart her; I don’t know why. She seizes my hair and holds the whip under my nose.
“Smell the whip, pony.”
I inhale the smell of leather and pussy, and wonder who the latter belongs to.
“You like that, don’t you?”
Jenny is stroking me again, her hand flat on the back of my head, her fingers lingering on my ears.
“Trot for me, pony.”
I obey, and trot up and down the long living room. Parts of it are carpeted, parts wood. When I trot on the wood, my heels click loudly. On carpet, I make a soft thumping sound.
For a while, Jenny just watches me, and then she starts to flick me with the whip. The whip is a soft leather cat o’nine tails that is more for ritual than pain, but Jenny is very good with it. I wonder who she practices on. I don’t think it’s Liv.
Jenny whips my thighs, my breasts, my arse. She whips my arms, my neck, and she whips me between the legs. She has a special fondness for whipping me there, and I have a special fondness for taking it. I twitch and snuffle and toss my head, and she whips me some more.
Soon I am hot and tingling, and the whipping is getting harder. It’s a good thing I’m fit, because trotting in heels is hard work. Jenny is flushed – you’d think she was the one working, not me. My breath deepens pleasantly. I could go on like this for hours.
Jenny clicks her fingers, and I trot over to her. She picks up a collar with a leash, puts the leash around my neck, and leads me over to Liv. Jenny pushes me down onto my hands and knees, then sits on my back.
“Hmm,” she says, wriggling, “hmmm…”
She rides me like that for a bit on the carpet so my knees don’t get too battered, although Jenny is a solid girl and soon I start to wonder if it’s okay to stop. Instead, she stands astride me, rolls me onto my back and starts grinding herself against me. Her expression is nonchalant, as if she is doing this out of curiosity rather than desire. I glance at Liv, whose expression is the same odd neutral one she’s had for some time.
Jenny jumps up and pulls my lead. I begin to get up, but she pushes me onto my hands and knees, then leads me over to a large, wall-mounted mirror. She is more excited now, short of breath and licking her lips. She plays with my tail for a while, then opens a drawer and takes out a double-headed strap on. She unzips her breeches and, after some adjustment, gets one end inside her. She straps it around her thighs so it’s secure, then turns to me.
“Lube,” Liv says.
“What?”
“Lube. You’ll hurt her else.”
I get the sudden feeling that Jenny doesn’t care if she hurts me or not; that, indeed, hurting me is her intention. For the first time, I feel afraid of Jenny. Liv comes over, grabs a pink tube of Play from the drawer and pumps a load of clear gel over Jenny’s silicone dick.
Jenny’s finely-made nostrils flare. She is angry at being told what to do, and I sense that only impatient desire prevents a verbal disagreement, or worse. Liv must sense it too, because she steps back.
I can see Jenny beside me. I can also see our reflections in that mirror on the wall, which is so big that the lower edge is centimetres from the floor. Liv is further back, her expression anxious now.
“I’m going to ride you properly now, pony,” Jenny whispers.
She seems uncertain, however, and I realise she probably hasn’t done anything like this before. My pussy is going to feel very different to Liv’s, for one thing. Jenny isn’t one to hang around, though, and she shuffles forward on her knees and flicks my tail out of the way. It flops back again. Jenny huffs, then she lifts the tail so it lies along my back with the bottom pointing at my head. She presses the wet tip of her phallus against my opening and thrusts.
She misses, and it slips. I am unsure whether to help – do ponies usually acquiesce in their own penetration? I decide that this one does, and before Jenny can rip into me properly, take the slippery length, press it against myself and push back.
It slips in fast and I gasp. I prefer to lube myself and use relaxants, usually poppers, because however much I want it – and I always want it – there is always some tension that can get in the way. The strange dynamic between Liv and Jenny isn’t helping, and for the first time I feel self-conscious.
Jenny is on her own trip, however, and immediately thrusts in as hard as she can. I gasp and can’t help crying out. It hurts, and I tense around her, so that when she shoves again it hurts more. I gulp and gasp, trying to achieve an angle that will enable a more successful penetration. Jenny’s lips are drawn back. She looks feral, more like a fox than a hunter. She moves the dildo with her hand, again this wrenches me inside and I force myself to relax.
Liv comes to my rescue. She’s in a pale green summer suit held up by a bow behind her neck. She unties this with a single movement, the garment falls down and I see in the mirror that she is naked underneath.
I have never seen her naked before. Her full body is a delight, its curves soft yet strong, the tattoos on it a perfect complement. She steps out of the summer suit, and crosses to where her girlfriend is mounting me.
She takes Jenny’s helmet off, and strokes her hair through the net. Jenny looks sulky, but pleased at the attention. Liv then straddles me with her back to the mirror and, still with her hand on Jenny’s hair, pushes her head down. Jenny stops thrusting as she is fed pussy, and her aggressive energy dissipates.
Liv nudges me with her knee and opens her left hand to reveal a bottle of Jungle Juice. Sweet! I take the poppers, open them and inhale. At once, I find the dildo in me easier to accommodate, and I get the feeling of openness and anticipation that tells me things will get better. We stay like that in the warm afternoon as birdsong and distant traffic echo in through the open windows, and Liv begins to sigh with pleasure as Jenny tucks in.
Being gently force-fed her girlfriend’s sex seems to inspire Jenny. She begins to move her hips again, pushing the dildo into me more gently, as if she has moved past her aggression to reveal a deeper understanding of what she needs to do. I sigh at the feel of it, and the thought of Liv’s hand on Jenny’s shiny hair, and Jenny’s open mouth. I push back onto Jenny. It must press the dildo where she likes it because the sounds of her eating pause and she gasps.
The doorbell goes.
“Leave it,” Liv pants.
“No,” Jenny mumbles, her mouth full. “It’s the stable boy.”
Stable boy?
“Who?” Liv says.
Jenny giggles.
“He’s early,” she says. “He’ll wait.”
She starts thrusting harder again, but this time I am ready for her. She goes in deep – I can feel her in my guts, a strange, gratifying ache. When she pulls out, she comes almost all the way, so I get the full length of what she’s giving me with every thrust – from the deep tickle at my opening to the entire punishing shaft. Another few hits of Jungle Juice have me panting and moaning along with her.
Liv begins to tremble. Her full, pale body flushes pink then red, and her breath speeds up. Her muscles tense, and I can tell she is gripping Jenny hard and making her work. From the way the dildo shudders inside me, I can tell Jenny likes it; that the treatment she gave me is the kind she wants for herself. Liv goes quiet, bends forward, freezes and then shakes. She tries to bring her legs together, but my torso is in the way and I get a sudden sense of her terrific strength as I’m gripped so tight I can’t breathe. Jenny speeds up again. I’m wet and ready now, so she can pound me as hard as she likes.
“Gotta… lie on her!” Jenny half shouts/half gasps.
Liv moves out of the way, and then Jenny falls on top of me. I manage to stop her crushing me to the floor, but she jolts into me even deeper than before and I scream. She likes that and wraps her arms around me as I lower us to the floor, where she goes berserk in a frenzy of thrusting that leaves me bewildered. I’d managed to get the cap on the poppers, but the bottle slips from my hand and rolls out of reach. I lie there and take the rough treatment, then realise that Jenny is thrusting me against the carpet, and that now it feels nice –
She spasms, chokes, half cries out and then comes. I catch the scent of Liv on her mouth, and realise that it must have been Jenny I could smell on the whip. She pulls out suddenly, and I lie on the floor, shaking.
I don’t know how I feel. I think I liked it, but it was as much torture as sex. I like to be used, but was that too much? I enjoy the confusion of it, the delirious victimhood, lying hot and fucked on the floor of someone else’s house. Jenny leaves me without a word and goes to answer the door. There’s a rustle of soft cloth, and then Liv kneels beside me in her green summer suit.
“You okay lovely?”
I nod; ponies can do that, can’t they? Liv strokes my hair and my face, and I very much like the feel of that – to have been abused and then comforted. My underneath feels tender, but in a nice way now, as though it has been thoroughly exercised. My skin tingles from the whip.
Liv gets up and goes into the kitchen as I hear voices – Jenny’s and a man’s – from the hallway. Liv comes back in with an icy can of lager. She cracks it open with a brief, foamy fizz and lifts my head so she can pour it down my throat. I didn’t realise how thirsty I was. Soon the can is gone, and I’m feeling light-headed and weirdly gratified. I roll onto my front, slip the poppers between my breasts, and get up. My tail tickles down over my penetrated pussy, and my hair swings across my back. I can feel my fringe stick to my forehead in the sweaty summer heat.
Jenny comes back in with a man in his twenties. He’s tall, his skin is dark and his black hair and beard are close-cropped. His tattoos are not as nice as Liv’s, and look like the sort of designs that are forced upon a person, rather than the ones they would choose themselves. He appears to be made of sinew and restless energy, as if he is on speed, although something tells me he is like this all the time. His face is hard, but his features are delicate, with a slight upturn in the outer eye. Bengali, possibly. I wonder how he and Jenny know each other.
“This,” Jenny says with the kind of half-arsed flourish that’s all you can manage when you’ve just come, “is the Stable Boy.”
“I was not aware we had appointed a stable boy,” Liv says, her voice cool.
“We didn’t. I did.”
“Of course, my love. It’s just that I got you a pony, of the very specific breed you requested, and if you had asked about getting a stable boy as well I could have ensured that the aforementioned pony knew what she was in for.”
Such is the striking appearance of the Stable Boy that I only now realise that Jenny still has the dildo strapped on. She rearranges it with a soft grunt.
“Come here, pony,” she says.
I pause for long enough to ramp up the drama to maximum, so that everyone is wondering exactly what will happen if I disobey – and then I trot over to Jenny. Her eyes glitter at my disobedience, but then she smiles. Her beautiful smile is terrifying. I decide I hate Jenny, which is hugely erotic. I still have on the collar, and the leash. Jenny takes the leash and pulls me close.
“What do you think?” she asks the Stable Boy.
He studies me. I am very aware that I am at least a decade older than he is, and whether or not that matters. The possibility of the wrong kind of humiliation grows by the second – too old, too ugly, wait a minute, has this bitch got a cock?
I realise that the Stable Boy is playing me at my own timing status game, and immediately like him.
He is holding my bag. I make no comment as he goes through it and pulls out my hairbrush. Taking the leash from Jenny, he pulls me close and starts to brush my hair. He is thorough and careful, running his hands through it after the brush, so the oils from his hands are in my hair. He is almost a head taller than me, and from his swift, efficient movements I sense that he is disproportionately strong. He smells of aftershave, not one I can place, although I know it’s expensive because it has a kind of delicate complexity that means you don’t have to wear a lot. I want the Stable Boy to speak, so I can hear his voice, but he is silent. He puts the hairbrush back in the bag, and in a move that endears me to him still further, hangs the bag on Jenny’s dildo.
Then he lowers that harsh, beautiful face and starts kissing me. Soon, in a way I don’t quite understand, I am in his arms, which are folded around me in a way both comforting and strong. Sometimes his hands are in my hair, at other times he holds my face, as if he is determined to explore every different way of holding me.
When he presses his lips against mine, he is crisp and firm. For all his pressure and enthusiasm, I don’t think he even smears my lipstick.
His tongue seems as long, thin and supple as he is, although that’s probably just my imagination. He is good with it though, wrapping it around my tongue and licking my mouth so hungrily I forget to breathe.
“I need to learn how to ride my pony properly,” Jenny says, her voice distant despite being right beside me. “So I called in an expert.”
What the hell the Stable Boy an expert in? Trans female ponies? Who studies that?
Not that I’m complaining. He has a way of manipulating my tail so it both tickles and lightly whips me, and his hand on the back of my neck makes me want to obey him regardless of what he asks. He asks nothing, however. He just keeps kissing me and running his hands over me, applying different pressures to see how I will react. It’s as if he is checking the operation of a complex vehicle, which in a way he is.
Soon I begin to forget where I am. Sure, I could still be in Liv’s bungalow with her gorgeous shithead girlfriend, but I could equally be in some lush vortex made of the Stable Boy’s mouth and the Stable Boy’s hands as they weave impossible patterns across my eager body.
He suddenly stops, and steps away. Without acknowledging anyone, he takes my leash and leads me across the room, out through the French doors and into the garden.
The garden is well-established, although the grass needs a cut and there are weeds in the flower beds. An ancient shed leans wearily against a fence. There is a patio around the shed that runs across the back of the house. The fence is topped with a trellis, which has a flower-heavy vine blocking the view into the neighbouring garden. In the middle of the lawn two fence posts have been driven into the ground, with another post forming a crossbar. A bucket of water stands beside it.
The Stable Boy leads me over, kneels me before the bucket and bends my head forward. I drink from the bucket. The liquid is still cold so it can’t have been there long. When I am done, he puts his hand in the water, then puts the same hand on the back of my neck. It’s wonderfully cooling. Jenny comes out with my bag, although it’s not hanging from her dildo now. Liv follows with more beers, which she stands there holding as no one is interested in drinking now.
The Stable Boy takes his hand from my neck and pulls out his long, slim cock. I am still on my knees, so I am at the right level to be able to smell it. There’s the aftershave, a beguiling, gentle musk and the hint of a herb I cannot place. As I inhale to find out more, he takes out a condom, slides it on, then slips his cock into my mouth.
“That’s the wrong end,” Jenny grumbles.
The Stable Boy ignores her and works my mouth with his cock. Again, he touches my head, my hair, my ears and my face, and the touching is so gentle and appreciative that I relax completely. When he eases himself down my throat I find I can accommodate him without effort, and he stays down there for longer than I usually manage.
I hear a beer can open, then another, and wonder if Liv and Jenny enjoy watching this. It isn’t usually their thing after all. I shall have to ask Liv, when my mouth isn’t full.
The Stable Boy has his own poppers, which he makes liberal use of before holding the bottle under my nose. I inhale deeply and get a hot sweet rush that’s like the summer afternoon happening inside me. I’m conscious of the grass under my knees, the baked soil beneath, and the sound of birds around us. The Stable Boy still doesn’t say anything, and by now I don’t want him to. I like his unusual silence; it is both rare and beautiful. I know he likes my mouth, because he is hard, very hard, and I want him in me properly.
I look up at him, my eyes wide and pleading. He strokes my hair and head again, then withdraws, walks around behind me and lifts me so I’m standing. I put my hands on the crossbar as Liv squirts Play onto the Stable Boy’s wet cock and then he is fucking me.
There seems to be no interval, or moment of penetration. One moment his cock is outside my pussy, the next my pussy is accommodating the cock as if it has always been in there. Even the tail is not in the way; the Stable Boy simply avoids it somehow.
He moves inside me the way he moved his hands across me, finding different ways to enjoy me. The different pressures ensure that the angle of his cock is always exciting, and everything blurs with pleasure. Even Liv and Jenny seem abstract, as if they are vague memories imposed on a solid view.
I am aware of Jenny leaning close, and saying, “Right. Interesting. I’ll remember that. Oh, yes, that’s good. Christ, yes. Fuck her harder.”
The Stable Boy does his own thing regardless of what Jenny says, but Jenny doesn’t seem bothered. At one point, she pulls down her breeches and pisses in my water bucket, then scoops up a handful and makes me drink it while the Stable Boy fucks me. I try and taste her piss, but I can’t. I’m glad it’s there, however.
Jenny leaves her breeches down, and guides Liv’s hand between her legs. Liv hesitates, then obliges, and soon I hear Jenny gasping as she is pleasured at the same time I am. She comes again, less intensely this time, and then she wonders off. Soon Liv follows.
The Stable Boy comes. Still he makes no noise! He is gone from inside me as suddenly as he entered, and as I stand up, dazed, I realise I am alone in the garden.
It must be around 2pm by now. The hottest part of the day is past, but it’s still very hot, and I can feel myself start to burn. I hadn’t anticipated being fucked in the open, or I would have put sun cream on.
I’m still tied to the cross bar. I could untie myself, but that seems very un-pony, and I remain happy in my pony self. I have been fucked twice, once badly, once very well, and consider the afternoon a success.
I hear raised female voices inside, and a door slams. Something tells me Jenny won’t be a problem for Liv much longer, not that Liv minds Jenny being a problem because she loves her. I consider going in, but what can I say?
I dither in the sunny garden, pleasantly fucked and high and a bit pissed from that lager earlier. My bag hangs from the cross bar. I take out my makeup and check my face. It’s okay, but needs work. I don’t think it’s too un-pony to do my makeup. I brush my hair and then notice that Liv and Jenny have left their beers. I finish one, then the other, then need a wee.
I squat in the rhododendrons and let go, feeling partly gratified, but not completely, and sad for Liv. I wonder if she could get the Stable Boy’s number from Jenny before Jenny fucks off out of her life.
“Hey!” someone says.
I tuck myself away, straighten and trot out of the flowerbed.
“Horsey girl!”
I look around. The voice is male, and sounds middle-aged, but I can’t see anyone. I trot to my crossbar and wait.
“I’ve got something for you. Would you like to see it?”
I locate the source of the voice. It is between the shed and where the flower beds begin, behind the fence with the flowery vines along the trellis.
I perk up, toss my hair and snuffle.
“That’s it baby, come on.”
The fence shakes suddenly, as if someone is pulling it hard from the other side. There is a sudden brief screech as ancient nails are pulled from wood, and then a fence panel is wrenched off from the other side.
Through the gap in the fence emerges an erect penis with greying pubic hair.
The unseen man clicks his tongue to summon me. I stare at the penis, blink, and stamp my heels on the grass.
“You know you want it baby, I’ve seen you fucking. Come on now.”
I gather condoms and lube from my bag, and trot over. The unseen man sighs at my proximity.
“I can smell you, pretty girl. Do you want to bend over for me?”
I turn my back to him, push out my bum, and tickle his cock with my tail.
“Oh my fucking God…”
I reach behind me and lightly rake him from balls to tip with my long red nails. He gasps.
“You won’t need those condoms baby, I won’t make you pregnant – I’ve had the snip.”
Wait… What?
Ah, damn it, the moral conundrum of whether to sit on a cock that’s up because he thinks I’m a cis woman instead of a trans one. Does it matter? If he’s got a problem with it then he’s a bigot, so fuck him. If he hasn’t got a problem then there’s no harm done.
I grip him tight.
“Christ, you’ve got a strong grip.”
Nope, can’t do it.
“I know,” I say.
There’s a long pause.
“Oh,” he says.
“Do you still want me?”
There’s another long pause. His cock pulses in my hand.
“More than I’ve ever wanted anything,” he says.
I lift my pony tail and slide myself onto him before I realise I haven’t put the condom on. I ought to stop, but the feeling of raw cock inside me is divine. He is broader than the Stable Boy, but not as long, and there is give in his cock that is probably to do with age, but makes fucking him more comfortable, as if he is moulding himself to me. He gasps and pushes harder.
“I fuck a lot,” I sigh. “Different people. All the time.”
“I see that.”
“I should probably put a condom on you.”
“Oh, I haven’t got any VDs or whatnot.”
VDs or whatnot? He is adorable.
“Me neither,” I say. “I get tested regularly.”
“You feel so good, inside,” he says. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Good,” I sigh.
I pull out the Jungle Juice and inhale. Everything becomes perfect.
“Are those drugs?” he says.
“Poppers.”
“I felt you relax, inside your… Inside your…”
“My pussy.”
“I love that you call it that. I’ve never… been in… one like you before…”
He is taking his time, working his cock slowly in and out of me. It pulses and changes its hardness. I clench it with my pussy muscle and he sounds like he’s started crying. I wish I could brace myself more firmly against the fence, but the heels make it impossible. The wood is old and worn smooth, so I’m not worried about splinters. I just wish I could get that cock more deeply inside me.
The door opens and Liv comes out. I straighten, and pretend I’m not being fucked through the fence by her neighbour. Liv comes over, her face flushed with what I suspect is anger. I wonder if she’s angry with me, but decide that’s unlikely. Without a word, she kneels in front of me, takes hold of my hips and presses me back against the fence.
“Oh yes!” the neighbour shouts. “How are you doing that?”
He thrusts harder. I am pinned between Liv’s rocklike solidity on one side and an eager penetrating cock on the other. Liv leans close to my sex, and I wonder if she wants to do anything with it before I realise she is timing the neighbour’s thrusts so she can match them from her side. Soon they have a rhythm going, with Liv pushing me onto her neighbour’s cock as he thrusts into me.
“I want to keep going,” he gasps.
I signal to Liv, who leans back. I slide off the neighbour’s cock. A condom will make him last longer, so I slide one onto him, then add more lube because he has been banging me hard for a while now. I uncap the poppers and reach through the vine. I hear him sniff a couple of times, bring the bottle back, inhale twice myself, then slide back onto his cock. I still haven’t seen his face, or anything of him except his penis. It is incredibly sexy.
Liv has the hang of getting me fucked now. She shoves me against the fence as the neighbour does me from the other direction. Liv is not fit, and begins to pant with exertion in the summer heat. However, she does not let up in her repeated thrusting. She seems inspired by some tight focussed energy – anger probably. I wonder if Jenny is still in the house and if she has left whether it’s permanent.
Hefty arms appear either side of me. The neighbour has not only penetrated me, he has also penetrated his vines to seize me tight. Large hands grip my breasts and stomach, rubbing my face and seizing my hair. Soon I am pinned tight, my muscles hard and trembling at the pleasure of ir: the extremity.
Liv presses me so hard against the fence I feel it dig into me. I don’t care because the neighbour has me as open as I can possibly be, and is plunging deep and wide. His grip is crushing, but that doesn’t bother me either because the power of being desired like this is overwhelming, as if the sun has lowered itself into the garden and is blasting everything with golden light.
I am so gratified by what is being done to me that now it’s me who doesn’t want to stop. My whole being is focussed on the glory of my pussy and what is happening to it. At times like this I want to demand a long line of people to satisfy me until I pass out, but as usual by this stage I am unable to speak. My mouth is open, and so is my pussy. I am nothing but holes to be filled.
Then I see Liv’s face. She is crying, her gaze on something far away. She leans one of her beautiful cheeks against the front of my panties and the slight touch of it makes me come with a suddenness that shocks.
I am not prepared! I don’t know what to think! I lack a frame of reference to come with the completion my erotic hysteria demands!
The golden sunlight pours out of me and I judder in the grip of two people who struggle to restrain me as I buck against them. I am mad with it, an ecstatic despair that rips a black hole in me and sucks in everything, everything…
The neighbour joins me in orgasm. His voice has become as familiar in this lovemaking as my own, so I hear it change in cadence, as though he is ascending to something. Then he cries out, his grip on me stops my breath and he thunders against the fence as if it’s electrocuting him.
The neighbour withdraws from inside me and I feel the strength go from his arms. They hang around me for a moment, and I am suddenly conscious of the salty-sweet aroma of his sun-heated skin. Then the arms that held me so tight snake back through the trellis.
He does not move, but I can hear him breathe so I know he’s still there. Liv remains on her knees, but now she wraps her arms around my waist and rests her head against my stomach. I stroke her hair. She uses putty on it rather than gel, so her slick quiff is soft.
We are the same three people in the same place, but now everything has changed. No one wants to acknowledge that something so deeply pleasurable is over, even though it unquestionably is.
To his credit, the neighbour does not say anything bland or ‘humorous’. He just carries on standing there, a few centimetres behind me, out of sight behind his broken fence and his battered trellis. Then I hear him shift, and he strokes my back through the gap in the fence. Still he doesn’t say anything, and carries on stroking me as I hold Liv in the strange rich afternoon.
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Last part, Part 5 of this story was published on ISS on 23-11-2013. You have read that Divya arranged a girl from own school through school peon Nandu for her husband. But before her husband could fuck virgin girl three lady Divya, Usha ( wife of Divya’s colleague at school Vinay ) and Sonia ( maid of Divya) had hard core lesbian with virgin girl. Then in front of all other first Vinod ( husband of Divya) and then Vinay fucked that school girl. In evening when peon Nandu came to pick up girl...
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In last part, part ix you read that by her sexual exhibition she mesmerised hm and three trustees. They not only accepted her conditions but paid much more than agreed amount on the last day of school getting closed for 21 days vacation. She had regular fuck with cm with hope of getting pregnant. She befooled driver & conductor and made them show their cock in hotel. After they left she pressed bell and bahadur, nepali waiter came… “uff madam, bahut badhia aur kadak chuchi hai, uff kitna...
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Hi sexstory doston mai raj. Jaise app muje jaante hi hai aur agar aapne meri pehli wali sexstory padhi hongi tho aapko pata hi hoga ki divya kon hai. So uss din pub ke terrace pe sex karne ke baad mai aur divya jab bhi milte kuch adventerous zaroor karte. Tho doston hum sab mumbai mai rehte hai. Koi mumbai se muje milna chahe ya baate karni ho tho pe mail kare ya pe mail ya hangouts wala message kare. So doston story pe aate hue. Mai ek saturday ki dopahar apne ek reader ke saathvideo call pe...
Hi friends mai raj, sorry bade dino baad indian sex kahani likh raha hu. Ye kahani sacchi hai ekdum 100%. Tho doston ye kahani hai mere dost ki behen divya ki. Divya ki umar 23 saal hai aur rang brown hai. Uske baal uske boobs tak hai aur uski aankhon ka. Wo mast slim hai aur jaise kai ladkiyon ki jaanghe yani thigh’s ka insie wala part chipakta hai waise uske nahi chipakti aur iske wajah se jab vo shorts ya tight jeans pehnti hai tab uski gand kya mast dikhti hai aur usko doggy style chodne ka...
Yeh kahani he Samir ki. Samir ek girls college me professor tha. Jo sex ka bada shoukin tha. Age 28 saal dikhne me handsome tha. Athletic body thi. Kayi college kumariyo ko chod chuka tha. Woh shadi shuda b tha. But uski biwi zyada khubsurat nhi thi. Divya usi college ki ek khubsurat kali thi.B.Com 3rd year me pdhti thi. Divya ki age 20 saal thi, jo 5’5″ height ki thi, safed gora rang tha, badi badi kaali aankhe thi, gulaab se komal honth the, aur lamba sa par nazuk naak. Ghane nitamb tk lambe...
by rodeotexas March 2012 My wife and I are best friends with another married couple who have been our dearest friends since grade school. This other married couple is also a bit unusual as they have two other women living with them and they as well were in school with us. It was well known in high school these four were exceptional close. We did not know how close until over time we spent many very intoxicated nights over the years sharing a hot tub or pool shedding inhibitions...
Hi, ISS reader and thanks for good response of my last story of Mature Horney Lady – especially to those ladies who is starved for sex and not getting oral sex from their hubby I am from Mumbai and my e-mail id is As said I get so many contact from this Divya now I became body massager, pussy hair trimmer, and pussy licker. As mentioned in the previous story my wife is also not having interest in oral sex so I am also starving for oral sex mainly special interest is licking the pussy of...
Dear friends, I received a few mails and comments to my previous story titled “Divya And My Love Life – Part I”. I am Hitesh and this story is the sequel to the first, about how our relationship was given consent by our family. You may read the previous here: https://www.indiansexstories2.net/incest/divya-love-life-part/ Divya and I came up with an idea, which could make things simpler. She didn’t take pills after our 1st love-making. Instead, she and I looked out options of more sessions. We...
IncestHello! Telugu lo puku kathalu chadive andariki naa Namasaramulu. Naa peru Ravi. Ela unnaru. Eeesari meeku maa intlo pani manishi gurunchi cheputanu. Dani peru Divya. Peruku taggattugane Divyanga untundi. 18-19 yella madya vayasu. Orange palla size lo sallu. Chetilo amiretanta gudda. Tellati rangu. Saripoyetanta height. Naa vayasu 42 years. Ante musalivadinani anukovaddu. Manchi exercise body 35 37 years vadilaga kanapaduta. . Assalu 40 – 50 madya vayasekada magadu dengatamlo mature ayyedi....
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Hi, friends my name is Rahul aur main luck now main rehta hoon ye meri pehli story hai iss pe jo sayad main kafi dino se soch raha tha likhne ko well main sabhi ladkiyon aur bhabhiyon ko apne baare main baata dun. Meri height 5.11 inches colour fair smart looking and average body and my dick size is 6.5 inch long and 3 inch thick ab main apni story pe aata hoon ye baat aaj se 6 month pehle ki hai meri girlfriend jiska naam divya hai Wo ak sikh parivar se thi wo dekhne main bohot sexy aur...
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Families are seldom joint these days. However, mine is a joint family, with my parents, my elder uncle, his wife, daughter and son, my younger uncle, his wife, daughter and two sons. I’m the eldest (24) of the cousins, followed by Divya (21), my elder uncle’s daughter, and his son Rajat (19), then Kusum (19), my younger uncle’s daughter, and his twin sons (16) Rik and Nik. As Rajat and Kusum are of same age, they would spend their times together, went to the same school and now read in the same...
IncestWe entered the outmost orbit of the Dover System ten hours before the deadline. Har-Hi who stood next to me sighed. “I wished it would have taken longer. This is what I am born for, to be aboard a ship and roam the stars’”. I felt the same way and agreed with him, saying. “Me too.” The doors opened and Wetmouth stepped through, taking her seat behind the small science station at the rear of the bridge. I observed Har Hi who acted as the OPS officer of our little crew dedicating sensors...
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I am Divya , not very beautiful lekin aas-paas , ghar ke andar , bahar school college mey loag sity bajaate thheye, hai meri jaan kah kar bulate thheye to achchhaa lagta thaa… lekin hai re kismat , 21 saal kee ho gaee lekin naa to kisee ne kabhee chuma, chuchi dabaya yaa lawda hee chusaaya…Tarasti rah gaee . Graduation kiya aur ek university mey B.Ed kaa admission liya aur saath hee ek school mey naukari bhee kar -lee. Me and father tried a lot but could not get job in any city school. Lack of...
Hi all this is part 2 of ” Divya Liked her Guest Faculty “. If you have not read the first part please read the first part (link at the top) so that you can understand the story better. I am assuming that you have read the first story and going ahead narrating this story. Please read the first story and email me at Divya came to Bangalore for doing her project. I was very exited to meet her. She was staying in a friend room and she called me to pick her up. This time is what I waiting for a...
Have you ever had one of those nights when you feel horny and need to get off, but nothing you try quite does it for you? This was one of those nights for me. I had started with my fingers, tried my dildos and vibrators, it wasn't enough. I passed over the porn vids I had. I've seen them all before, many times. Tonight I needed something new, I could tell. I pulled up the worldnet, there's enough on there for a lifetime of masturbation aids, right? One by one, all the old standbys did...
March 2012 My wife and I are best friends with another married couple who have been our dearest friends since grade school. This other married couple is also a bit unusual as they have two other women living with them and they as well were in school with us. It was well known in high school these four were exceptional close. We did not know how close until over time we spent many very intoxicated nights over the years sharing a hot tub or pool shedding inhibitions only as best friends could,...
This is a true story about the light of my life. She passed away from cancer years ago and I wrote this to remember her. She was an amazing person who left this world a better place. Enjoy. A true story This is a true story about the light of my life. She passed away from cancer years ago and I wrote this to remember her. She was an amazing person who left this world a better place. Enjoy. My wife and I were attending a car show in Newport Beach. It was at the Newporter Inn, a classically...
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Next day school opened. I was normal and both driver and conductor behaved and talked normally. In evening I told them about next school holiday .. It was just after 7 days . Now conductor became more aggressive. He used to press thighs, finding opportunity pinch choot and caress hips. 7 days passed. I reached at corner and to my surprise they came in a car. I sat between driver and conductor… “Kisi aur ko nahi maalum naa..” I was afraid that they may share me with their friends.. “Nahi rani…”...
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I walked up the ornate concrete steps to my new home, my feet dragging. My mother had recently remarried, and while I wanted her to be happy, I had a hard time accepting a new man in my life. With the new man came a new house, and a huge one at that. Huge and extremely expensive. The floors were made of shiny hard wood and the ceilings were higher than I had ever seen in a house before. I stood for a moment, almost in awe of this beautiful palace in which I was to live for presumably the next...
TabooHey frnds maine ISS m kafi story padi h then i think to narrate my first sex encounter with my first love”Divya”. Mera naam Rajesh h or m Jaipur m ek software company m work karta hu. Baat us samay ki h jab m 13 yr ka tha tab m Rajasthan pahli baar ya tha or Divya ko dhekha us waqt m sex k baaare m jyada nahi janata tha pr pata nahi. Divya ko dhekh kar mujhe wo itni pasand aai ki mane use kiss kar diya or wo waha se bhag gayi ohhh Divya mere gao ki sabse sexy ladkiyo m se ek h height-5.5 gori...
It started out as a simple thought, and as all thoughts go, this one was pretty far fetched, even for me.My name is Tom Sloane. I’m a scientist, a physicist by education, but I work in renewable energy. It’s been my passion. The last fifteen years of my life have been dedicated to alternative forms of energy creation, and I think we’ve cracked it. I truly do.I run a pretty small business; at the moment it consists of a few well-informed colleagues who are also friends and of course my wife. It...
HumorWe all had a good night’s sleep and used one of our own Cargo skimmers that was part of the Destroyers equipment to fly back instead of walking and were told to join all the other cadets in a large assembly hall with flags of the Union hanging from the ceiling where I estimated perhaps 600 senior Cadets had gathered. There were no chairs, everyone was standing. At one end of the assembly hall was a raised platform and a lectern with the Newport Academy logo. I saw an Admiral coming in. I...
Emily’s Choice – PonygirlBy Sarah Sarah heard her young freshman slave girl call her from the living room. Sarah walked into her living room, to see Emily kneeling on the floor, naked, with the collar firmly locked around her neck. Sarah smiled, and walked over to her new pet, and groped both her small tits in her hand. Emily quivered as her Mistress pinched her nipples, and she let out a low moan, as her nipples stiffened in response. It had taken her an hour to decide to snap the...
Part IV Beyonce lay out in the afternoon sun. The island had a hot, tropical climateand although she had been kept in the shade for the hottest part of the day,it was still uncomfortable and humid. The sweat was pouring off her and shehad no way to wipe it off. She had always liked hot holiday destinations andwas therefore no stranger to sunning herself. She had even bathed topless before,but never like this. As part of her acclimatization process, Jen had explainedthat it was necessary for...
Chapter I. It had been a tough couple of years and Bill was relieved when he found a tenant for the upper floor of his duplex. This was the final step in the rebuilding of his life after the divorce. On his own for the first time after 22 years of marriage, he had decided to make a new start. A new city, a new job, and the restoration of the duplex had provided a complete and welcome break with the past. He was pleased with the new tenants. Lisa was a single mom in her late thirties and a...
TabooWhen I heard the first call of "cocksucking slut" from across the quad I cringed. Quickening my pace I pretended to ignore the group of boys as they laughed uproariously, howling and jeering, adding 'ass-licker' and 'cum whore' to their shouted invectives. I felt my face redden, imagining their pointed fingers as they identified and ridiculed me to the campus. I bristled with anger at myself for giving in, because I'd known what would happen. Just like my senior year at high school! When I'd...
College SexHello,sabhi aunty,didi,bhabhi aur girls ke liye h. Mai abhi yahaan naya aaya hu. To plz mera thoda khayam rakhna aap sabhi.Ok to ab mai apne bare me btata hu. Mai 33 yrs ka ek naujawan ladka hu aur abhi tak single hu.Mera naam raj h aur mai agra se hu. Meri height 5feet 8inch hai, mera rang gora h aur mera lund 7.5 inch lamba h aur 3.5inch mota h. Mai hamesha se hi nabhi ka deewana hu. Muje gehri aur lamhi nabhi bahut psand h. Nabhi itni bdi ho ki usme lemon pura aa jaye fir chahe wo nabhi...
After sex with Vinay a colleague of mine at school against whom I made a complain last year at tea –stall ,he brought me to his house. I saw his wife Usha. Vinay desired to get his wife fucked by kaka of tea-stall. I just had one lesbian experience with our maid Sonia but seeing Usha , Vinay’s wife I got aroused . She looked at me smilingly. I hugged her and began kissing her passionately and simultaneously I pressed chuchi and hips. She pushed me away and without looking at me asked , “Kya ho...