Lord George
Sex on a Horse
We were borne along at an unflagging gallop. Hasan held me
in front of him like a baby in his arms, often kissing me, his kisses constantly
growing more ardent; and then I left his stiff shaft pressing against my
person. He suggested that I ride astride for a while and rest myself by
a change of position. I obeyed his suggestion, turning with my face towards
his and putting my arms around his neck, while my thighs were spread wide
open over his own. He let the bridle drop over the horse's neck, whose
headlong pace subsided into a gentle canter.
Hasan put his arms around my loins and lifted me a little,
and then I felt the crest of his naked shaft knocking for entrance between
my naked thighs. I was willing to yield to Hasan anything he wished; but
no sooner had the lips of my sheath been penetrated than I involuntarily
clung more tightly around his neck and, sustaining myself in that way,
prevented him from entering fiarther. Hasan's organ seemed adapted to the
place and excited a sensation of pleasure. I offered my mouth to Hasan
and returned his passionate kisses with an ardour equally warm. A desire
to secure more of the delighttul intruder overcame my dread of the intrusion.
I loosened my hold on Hasan's neck; my weight drove his
shaft so completely home, notwithstanding the tightness of the fit, that
his crest rested on my womb. It felt so unexpectedly good as it went in
that I gave a murmur of delight. The motion of the horse kept partially
withdrawing and completely sending it in again at every canter. The first
thrust, good as it was, was entirely eclipsed by each succeeding one. I
could have murmured still louder with delight; but what would Hasan think
of a girl so wanton? But he was in no condition to think. He was fiercely
squeezing and kissing me; while at every undulating movement of the cantering
horse he seemed to penetrate me farther, and my womb was deeply stirred.
The pleasure was too exquisite to be long endured. It culminated in melting
thrill, and my moisture mingled with the sperm that gushed from Hasan's
crest. He reeled in the saddle, but recovered himself. The cantering motion
drove his shaft less deeply in as it became more limber. It finally dropped
out of me, a limp little thing drowned in the descending moisture.
'What a conquest for a slender girl to achieve over such
a formidable object!' I thought. Exhausted, but triumphant, I laid my head
on Hasan's shoulder. Twice more during the night he slacked the speed of
his horse, and each time we completed an embrace equally satisfactory.