The making of a Pony - Part 4 Final (By Henry)

Well Henry and I had words some months ago and he left the blog and group, sadly. But he was a good guy and a very gentle respectful type. I am posting the last part of his story out of respect and for anyone who wanted to see how it ended. And I like it, too.

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After a late dinner they returned to her apartment.  She knew he was preparing to end the date.  He had drawn her to him, held her, and kissed her;  he said he would call. 

This would not do and her feelings would not allow the evening to end so soon.  “Would you like to come in for coffee?”, she asked.  He smiled.  Opening the door she told him to make himself comfortable and she would put the coffee on.  In the kitchen she had retrieved the coffee pot, filled it with water, and was turning on the stove when she felt his hands fall lightly on her hips.  She turned, still within his grasp and met his gaze.  He drew her to him, embracing her and kissed her.  She did not return that kiss, but it was she who instigated the next. 

“I suspect you’re not really interested in coffee”, she said.  

“No, not really”, was his reply.

“Hold that thought”, she quibbled to him;  and with that, her waist still in his grasp, she turned to the stove, turned off the burner, and then turned back to him.

She was wondering what the night might bring, and was willing to accept nearly any advance he might make to her; but he merely took her lightly by the hands and drew her into the living room.  He directed her to a chair and drawing her downward, she sat at his command.  He followed her;  facing her, straddling her, and sitting on her lap.  He gave her a loving smile, and touched her cheek gently.  Leaning into her, he kissed her again. 

Such reserved flirtation would not do.  The girl was on fire; and placing her arms around him she drew him to her, sliding him up her lap and against her tightly.  She held and kissed him repeatedly.  He was not slow to return her embrace.

It was time for her to act boldly.  Still with her arms around him, she stood, lifting him. She carried him a few feet to an open place on the floor and sunk to the floor lying on her back, still holding him against her.  She lay on her back with him upon her.  He did not object to this treatment and  once she had situated herself on her back, he readjusted his position so he could lay upon her comfortably.  In this position, his breath fell upon her face and she inhaled his scent deeply.  Gently holding her head between his hands he alternately caressed her and kissed her.

He rose then, and folding his knees along side her, he lowered himself onto her, sitting at her navel.  He placed his knees upon her arms but she immediately found that uncomfortable and  moved them to her shoulders and chest.  He sat on her, his weight on her stomach and chest, and she found the feeling breath-taking.  She longed for him to be close to her; to have his weight upon her; she eagerly submitted to him.  Only yesterday she would have claimed that to have a man sit on her in this way would have been incognizable, but now, with him sitting upon her she felt cozy, safe, protected, contented, loved.  She desired no alternate treatment.

He sat on her peacefully; touching her gently, stroking the sides of her face, playing with her hair.  She reveled at the feeling of his presence upon her and she sighed contentedly, she studied his face intently; then closed her eyes and surrendered to the moment. 

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He was hoping the date would not end but could not, for the life of him, figure a way to extend the evening any longer.  He was remiss to leave her, but could think of no plausible reason to stay.  Her suggestion of coffee immediately solved his dilemma. What did she have in mind?  His heart leapt at the prospects, but caution warned him to not read too much into her offer.

He had followed her to the kitchen.  She stood with her back to him preparing the coffee and he was again overwhelmed with her presence.  She was such an indescribably gorgeous girl.  He remembered how effortlessly she had carried him and he craved more.  Placing his hands upon her hips she turned to him and as she did, he instinctively embraced her.  She returned his embrace in kind.

He longed to remain  close to this girl; hold her, embrace her, and again place his weight upon her and feel her strong body beneath his.  He lead her to the living room, placed her on a chair, and sat in her lap.  He again admired her, caressing and kissing her.  He could have sat there, on her knees, for quite a while longer and he would have been satisfied. He did not anticipate her response when it came, though to follow her lead came easily and naturally.

She did not rock into a standing position when she lifted him.  She merely stood-up with him in her arms which he thought was remarkable.  She held him securely against her chest while she laid down on her back, making sure he remained on top of her. 

Lying on her was a marvelous feeling.  He burned with desire to make love with her, but he knew it was too soon to think of that.  Instead he lay upon her, resting on his elbows, holding her head in his hands; and caressed her.  Almost without thinking he rose and sat on her.  She took his weight eagerly and easily, and once she was comfortable as he sat on her, she closed her eyes in an expression of total submission.  She was his to do with as he pleased, completely placing her trust in him.  

He was in bliss.  Here was this beautiful girl lying beneath him, and she appeared to be thoroughly enjoying the experience as much as he was.  At that moment life could not be better and he resolved to sit on her like this, fondling her and caressing her for a long time; and they would both enjoy this time they had together. 

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She was so relaxed and contented that she may have briefly fallen asleep, she really could not say.  Having him sitting upon her; him, her man, her exclusive property: belonging to her and no one else; and to be loved by him, put her at such peace that she might have actually dozed off.  It would have been easy; his weight upon her was inconsequential.  She opened her eyes and greeted his gaze.  Was he what she needed in a man? What she wanted?  What was it that she wanted? At this point she wasn’t sure and she was confused.  She knew she wanted him, desired him, but she wasn’t sure exactly why or for what reason yet.  She was sure of one thing; she wished she could gather up the way he was making her feel now as he sat upon her, and somehow save it, as if in a bottle, so at some future time she could again, feel this way.  She did not want this moment to end and was afraid that when it did, it may never occur again.

End it did however.  He rose from her, rolled her over and again sat on her; this time in the small of her back in a similar way.  He started running his hands up and down her back, massaging her spine and shoulders.  She heard herself moan with pleasure and they both laughed because of it.  This continued for several minutes but eventually she wanted more. 

She remembered the children earlier that day and how they had given each other pony rides.  She remembered how she had wondered what it might be like for this man to ride her in that way.  There was no need to wonder any longer with the prize so close at hand. 

“Pony time”, she announced playfully as she rose onto her hands and knees, lifting him as he remained seated upon her.  His weight felt divine upon her and she arched and dipped her back, experimenting with this newfound pleasure.  His response of bouncing lightly upon her sent shivers of anticipation up and down her frame, far outstripping the pleasure of the back rub she had just received.  She again moaned, and again they both laughed with it. 

Patting her on her shoulder he urged her to carry him across the floor.  She did not need encouragement.  With his legs held at her sides, he rode her about the room, patting and caressing her, urging her to move onward.  As much as she took pleasure from his sitting on her stomach, this was as different kind of excitement, but this “gentle riding” was not enough.  She wanted him to conquer her and he- be her “master”.  She would not be obedient; he would need to “prove his worth” to ride her first before he would be given the privilege of her being his pony, with her obedient under him. 

So she teased him, threw him off her back; and moved her back in different ways to unseat him.  At times she would be an obedient, well behaved pony and then she would switch and play the devil and it would take all his effort to keep his seat; playing a wild horse while it was his task to “tame” her.  She knew she was a girl who enjoyed strenuous physical activities but the revelation that she could “play” with a man in this way while enjoying such an intimate contact with him, was enthralling.  At the beginning of the ride he was being far too gentle to suit her.  He was treating her as if she were some “china doll”, afraid she might “break” if he were to stress her.  She was a strong girl and she wanted him to press her, to drive his weight onto her back and make her exert herself; she wanted him to make her use her strength to counteract him.  She became exasperated with encouraging him to ride her more vigorously.  Constant encouragement and unending patience slowly brought him around.

At first, she developed tricks to unseat him quicker than he learned counter measures to prevent it.  She used them sparingly however because her joy was in having him on her back, riding her.  It wasn’t any fun throwing him off over and over; carrying him, having him ride her, and feeling his weight upon her was the real pleasure.  His appetite to ride her appeared to be insatiable and this delighted her;  every time she managed to unseated him he would enthusiastically remount her again.  Had he grown tired of this “game”, she would have been distraught. 

As time passed though he was learning her tricks and it was becoming more and more difficult to unseat him, and he was learning ways to sap her strength away.  She found herself working harder and harder to thwart him and his actions were becoming more aggressive, causing her to exert herself.  He appeared to have finally abandoned his thoughts that he might harm her with his actions and he was using his weight to his advantage.  She found herself working very hard to counteract his movements and remain on her “feet”.  She was now using all her strength to counteract his efforts and for the most part, she was not succeeding.  She was exerting herself to the utmost and she knew that she could not continue this way indefinitely.   Finally she found herself spent and head down, breathing heavily with him still astride her.  It was the only eventual result she would have accepted; in her mind the whole purpose of this activity was to be ridden to exhaustion and eventually have to submit to him.

She was slow to recover her breath and even slower to recover her strength.

 “Are you going to be a good pony and behave now”, he asked.  “Yes master”, she replied, still with a teasing giggle since they both knew this was only role play and he rode her only by her consent.  “Then forward”, he said followed by a playful slap on her rump.  She now obeyed him, and her joy was in doing so.  Still, as she moved across the floor with him astride her; her thoughts turned toward a recapitulation of the day.  Much had transpired which required additional thought.  She was confused at this sudden urge to carry men, especially this man; she was still thrilled at the feeling of him astride her and this puzzled her.  He was not the first man with whom she had spent an afternoon and evening, but this desire had never surfaced before.  What was so unique about this man?  Had he brought some unknown desire deep within her to the surface?  Her mind began to wonder in regard to the possibly of other types of “carrying” that she might accomplish with him.  He was light enough where she knew she could easily lift him in numerous ways and she felt she might want to experiment with this in future meetings; she wondered what his reaction to that might be?   

She could easily see where at some future time she would pick him up in her arms and carry him to her bed; and the prospect of that further excited her.  If it were to happen however, it would not happen that night.  She needed to think about all this before she acted so, though she rationalized the time for that was not far off.  She was sure they would be spending much time together in the near future, and hopefully out into the distant future; and she knew she would again be his pony and the thought of this brought her euphoric delight.  She also wondered about other unknown pleasures which might be in store for her in the days, weeks, and months ahead.  Only time could tell.

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He could have sat on her forever, but he had other things in mind.  He got off her, rolled her over, and regained his seat this time on the small of her back.  He could have sat on her hips but this girl had an ample waist and he knew that sitting on her waist would be most rewarding; also, sitting on her waist would position him for what was in the back of his mind.    He began massaging her back, and they both laughed at the frivolity of the moment.

He was trying to devise a reason for him to have her get up on her hands and knees and carry him;  when she did this on her own accord, it surprised him; this girl was continuously full of surprises.  He realized, incredulously,  that she must have been thinking the same thing herself.  She had done this so effortlessly and he was still puzzling over this when she flexed her back up and down, raising and lowering him in the process.  In response, he bounced lightly on her back, then harder;  feeling her back flex and bend slightly underneath him.   This was such an intense, erotic feeling that he could hardly control himself.   Had they continued to do this much longer, he would have had a wet spot on his pants and a lot of explaining to do.  He stopped his activity and fortunately she stopped also.  Regaining his composure, he patted her on the shoulder and jibed “good horsie”; he motioned for her to obey him and carry him around the room. He was delighted when she readily complied. 

Her back provided him an ample seat, and the curve of her back seemed to be made to fit him.  Being a big girl he did not need to hold her by the shoulders to keep his balance and riding her was far better than he ever imagined it could be;  he was “in heaven”.  His heaven dematerialized in an instant as she abruptly dropped a shoulder and move in the opposite direction, spilling him off her.

“You don’t really expect me to just let you sit there and ride me without earning the privilege”, she chided.

“What do I have to do to earn it?”.

“Stay on if you can”.

“Ah, a tough girl”

“More than you could imagine”

With that he remounted her, and situating himself securely on her back, waited for her next move.  He was still unprepared.  She was being very aggressive in her movements and he was not prepared and in a way, unwilling to counter them.  To attempt to control this girl he would need to apply a much rougher treatment than that to which he was willing to use.  He knew that what he needed to do was to start using his weight against her, to push her and stress her by driving his weight against her movements, to wear her down; but to do this could be considered abusive treatment.  He would not abuse a woman; especially this one of whom he was so fond.  He found his reasoning to be a crazy mixed up jumble, and he rationalized.  He had ridden other girls in the past; one of them barely weighing one hundred pounds.  How was it acceptable to ride that girl who was so much smaller and consider it “non abusive”; while at the same time, not be willing to press a girl over half-again as heavy and considerably stronger,  a bit harder?  It made no sense, and so he began countering her moves with his own, using his weight to his advantage. 

When she reared up on her knees he would drive his weight down onto her shoulders and force her back down onto her hands. He would grip her tightly about the waist with his legs and when she tried to throw him he would dip down and hold to her torso tightly, shifting his weight to where she would stagger to remain upright.  He would catch her off balance by lifting off her back and driving his weight down onto her at different places on her back and shoulders, making her stumble and exert herself to remain upright.  He learned to use his weight as well as her own weight against her.  He learned to use leverage to his advantage, where he would only need to exert a small amount of effort to cause her to exert all her effort to counteract him.  He was working her hard and he could tell she enjoyed the exertion.  He could see that he was  wearing her down, and he knew that she knew it also. 

Finally she could go no more.  She stopped her wild gyrations but remained on her hands and knees, her head hanging down, her back drooping, gasping for breath.  He lifted off her back, centered himself, and then sat back down upon her, his legs splayed out, giving her all his weight; even now he would not get off of her, and she loved him for it.  He sat on her this way, touching and caressing her back and shoulders lovingly. “My beautiful girl” he exclaimed, and he meant it with every fiber of his being.

He had won the right to ride her and when a few minutes had passed and she had caught her breath and her strength had returned, he commanded his obedient pony around the room.  She obeyed his every command and the ride was more than he could ever have thought it would be.  He strongly wanted to command her up the stairs and into her bedroom.  The urge to do so was nearly overpowering.  Though he thought she might have permitted him this, he knew better than to make the request.  Much had happened that day but this was only their second meeting.  Were he to sleep with her now, she might hate him for it later.  He had just achieved earning this girl’s trust and affection and he did not want to then suffer her disapproval.  No, there would be another time for that, and clearly much more time for riding on this delightful girls back. 

He had won her for his own; this remarkably beautiful girl was his.  He would hold her affection and he would have the pleasure of loving her, holding her to him, embracing her, and the thought of being able to ride her again and again was beyond his comprehension.  As for making love with this gorgeous  girl; he knew that not many more meetings would pass before she would eagerly welcome him to her bed.  Yes, there would surely be a time for that also.