Submitted by my pagan pal
Nigel ... thanx babe!
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| An Unusual Birthday Present Submitted by my pagan pal Nigel ... thanx babe! |
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| Jenny woke with the low winter sun peaking lazily through the shutters of her bedroom window. She anticipated her loved ones embrace, but it was not forth coming. She smiled to herself as she realised that breakfast was probably on its way; for today was her 30th birthday and Douglas had promised her breakfast in bed. She quickly rose, checked her hair in her mirror, brushed her teeth, and returned to bed expecting the clatter of plates and cups on the stairs. She was not to be disappointed. Pressing on her mind during breakfast was the matter of her birthday present. She was somewhat disappointed that she already knew what it was. Douglas had been appalled when he�d moved here from England, to find she kept horses but didn�t have a good saddle. A months or so before he�d insisted on getting the measurements for a saddle and sending them to a good friend in London to be made up and shipped. They both dressed for a ride in the country following breakfast, Jenny still feeling a little sleepy. Walking across to the stables she was rapidly awoken however as a winters morning breeze blew between her legs and she felt the breeze blow against the lips of her twat. Reaching down, she found that Douglas had made a surprising alteration to her riding pants, for she was able to touch herself through a slit made there. An amused smile crossed her face, this was a birthday present she had not expected. Her horse was standing, apparently already saddled in the stables, but with a blanket across its back, obscuring her new saddle. With a flourish Douglas removed the blanket and Jenny took a sharp intake of breath. The saddle was a beautiful piece of the saddlers art, but she found herself unable to remove her gaze from the object in the centre of the saddle. Standing perfectly affixed was a thick, deeply ribbed dildo; she reached out to run her hand over it. Her fingers would barely meet around it, and so deep were the ribs that her fingers danced and vibrated over the surface as she run her hand down it. �Happy birthday darling�, Douglas whispered, pressing a tube of lubricant into her free hand, and patting her on the arse �Now perhaps we should go for a ride�. Jenny�s breath left her as she mounted the horse and she found herself impaled. She rocked forward slightly, wiggling to settle the load that her pussy had just been subjected to. They rode out of the stables, Douglas noting that Jenny, was for once, sitting properly in the saddle and not slouching like some damned cowboy. A brisk ride in the country confirmed the beautiful design of the saddle, the fit was perfect. Not only this but, the natural movement of horse and rider meant that the dildo was thrust in and out with an uncompromising rhythm and force. Her riding pants were sufficiently tight that her lips were pressed against the shaft of the dildo and she could almost feel every rib pass in and out of her. It was not long before she felt the familiar feeling welling up inside her like an uncontrollable wave. Douglas leaned over steadying her horse as Jenny arched her back and screamed as the orgasm ripped through her; chest and face flushing with passion, legs gripping the sides of the horse tightly. Returning back to the house, she was stripped and led to the shower. Showering together he whispered in her ear, �Darling, there is a saying in England, �Generally young ladies progress from riding horses to riding men�, although I believe a lucky girl gets to do both� | ||||||||||||
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