The Equestrian Trail

May the 25th 2007 I skilfully wove through traffic on our way to The Honnington Equestrian Centre in Kent, where both Carole and I stabled some of our horses. "Such a great day for a ride, isn’t it!" I commented. Carole rolled her eyes and replied, "It’s okay now Sonia, you don't have to keep trying to sell me, I'm going with you!" "Okay, okay," I responded, trying my best to sound a little hurt, "I was just making conversation!" Before Carole could answer me, I was pulling up to the main gate of the centre, and inserting my pass key into the automatic gate opener. Once inside and parked, we strolled over to the tack room, checked in, and had a stable boy start getting our horses ready. While we were waiting, we went into the locker room and changed into our riding clothes. Ten minutes later we were standing next to our horses, and waited until Jack, the stable hand, would give us a lift onto the saddles. Everything seemed normal enough, with women riding in and out of the barn, stable hands saddling and unsaddling horses, large buckets of oats lined up against the wall for feeding, as well as a plethora of other equine related activities going on at the same time, but if you looked closer, however, several things seemed a little out of the ordinary. Number one, there were no males riding the horses, only women. Number two, all positions of authority were held by women, with only the menial and physically demanding jobs filled by men. And last but not least, it was the saddles; you had to look at the saddles to understand what was going on here! On each saddle was phallic like protrusion where the riders’ crotch would normally sit, the length of which varied from saddle to saddle! Carole lifted her leg as Jack hoisted her up, but instead of plopping down hard, Carole stood up in the stirrups while Jack reached up between her legs, found the opening in the crotch of her jodhpurs, stuck his fingers inside, fingered Carole's pussy for a second or two, just to get it lubricated, and then, while holding her lips open with his fingers, guided her down onto the six inch leather spike that sprung from the saddle seat! As Carole settled down, Jack asked, "Is that all right Miss Carole?" "Mmmmmm, yes," Carole gasped, as her pussy formed tightly around the thick protrusion. Next it was my turn, the only difference being, was that my saddle had an eight inch spike rather than six! Each woman decided how long and thick she wanted her satisfier, some opting for huge, while others only wanted to be teased, so they went for a much smaller version. We turned our horses around and headed off towards one of the many trails that crisscrossed the property, while Jack yelled after us, "Have a nice ride, ladies!" The horses settled into an easy gait and both Carole and I rode in silence as the rocking motion of the saddle was transferred directly into the leather studs that were buried in our pussies. We began to breathe shallowly as the steady back and forth movement drove us towards orgasm. In a way it was almost like Chinese water torture, tiny intensifications of motion, none of which alone would were even noticeable, but combined together, were as powerful as any cock either woman had ever had. It was almost tantric! "Glad you came, Carole?" I panted "Ohh, yeah," Carole gasped, "I haven't cum in over a week!" "I'm close," I moaned, "Are you?" "Oh, my," Carole gasped, "I'm so fucking close, I can hardly stand it, I'm going to make him gallop and drive it in harder!" "No, wait," begged I, "make it last, you know it's always better when you make it last." "I-I can't," a now distressed Carole replied, "its rubbing on my clit so slowly I can't take it anymore," and with a crack of her riding crop on the flank of her horse, she tore off ahead of me! In less than six strides, Carole's vagina was torn apart by an incredible orgasm, as she bounced up and down on the hard saddle cock. All it took to throw her over the edge was harder and more direct contact against her erect clit, and the galloping horse provided that and a whole lot more. I, on the other hand, held my ground, and decided to let the torturously slow motion of the walking horse push me inexorably to climax! The only noise to be heard was the quiet clip clop of the horses’ hooves on the hard trail, until all at once; I let out a low moan that grew into a loud groan! My orgasm filled every inch of my body, causing me to double over in my saddle, and hold on for dear life! We joined up again, and rode over to a special clearing, that was concealed from any passing traffic outside of the stable grounds. As we approached it, we could see that there were about ten other ladies on horseback, all formed in a circle and just sitting quietly. Carole and I sidled up to the group and took our places in the circle while all around us, there were woman in various stages of sexual excitement, some of us, in fact, were having orgasms in front of everyone there! The thick saddle cocks had a lot to do with it, that's for sure, but what was turning us on so, was a show being put on in the middle of the horse ring. There on several blankets, were three young teenage boys, eighteen to nineteen years old, with huge cocks, masturbating slowly for the middle aged women sitting on our horses. "Jesus," whispered I, "the dark haired one has a horse cock of his own, how big do you think he is?" "At least ten inches," Carole said softly, while at the same time grinding her pussy onto her hard saddle cock. I couldn't help but look around at all the other women who were intently watching the young men jerking their hard cocks. It was an amazing scene, women ranging in age from thirty five to sixty, were calmly masturbating in full view of everyone else, and acting as if nothing were out of the ordinary! All of the women tried to time their own orgasms with the ejaculation of one of the boys, so when one of them finally spurted his seed all over his belly, about a third of the ladies convulsed with orgasms of their own. As the other two lads shot there loads, the other ladies too had their climaxes and everyone left the clearing and headed back to the barn! As each lady dismounted from her steed, every saddle cock was drenched with the juices of its rider! Again, the women relied on Jack, the head stable hand, to gently daub our now sore pussies with a damp cloth, before sending us on our way back to the locker room! "God, that was good," I sighed, as I stepped under the hot needles streaming from the shower head. "Oh yes," Carole replied, while luxuriating under the pulsating water jets! All around us women of various shapes and sizes were all showering up, with many of us taking turns soaping each other's backs and of course our genitals! It usually didn't take long before one of the women would slip to the floor and begin tonguing the pussy of another rider, and in this case, a thin small breasted woman was eating out the hairy pussy of a slightly chubby huge breasted blonde. When all at once the chubby lady moaned a hard orgasm, everyone in the shower gave her an ovation! Sheepishly she looked around the room and exclaimed, "I guess I really needed it today." Everyone got a real chuckle out of that, since she probably had three or four climaxes while riding her horse. While we were dressing, Carole commented, "Hey, Sonia, will you look at that." What Carole was referring to was a lactating woman who was nursing a younger woman like she was a baby! I just shook my head and replied, "You never know what you'll see at The Honnington Equestrian Centre.”