The Stone Circle -- A Sacred Connection:
"For the sake of a fruitful year ahead on the eve of Beltane a couple unclothed must thrice ride around the sacred circle of stones, mounted in homage to Epona and joined as nature intended".
It was said that the old legend was a remnant of the old Celtic religions harking way back to the horse goddess Epona and the ritual joining of the king and queen to cement their bond and guarantee the fertility of the people, their crops, livestock and the land supporting them.
We read the text together trying to work out what it meant and might really involve, particularly liking the sound of "joined as nature intended", and deciding that riding mounted together must mean both riding the same horse around the circle together.
After a slightly boozy evening we decided to try it out for fun, so on the eve of May Day Alison brought the horse out with only a bridle with no saddle and together we walked up to the ancient stone circle at the top of the hill. Once there we both almost got cold feet, Alison particularly worrying about the slim chance of anybody seeing us, remote as we were, but encouraging each other we quickly undressed.
I watched Alison undress, entranced by her gorgeous pale skin and the sensual soft curves of her body. The promise of the dark downy triangle between her legs and the puckering of her pert nipples as they darkened and stiffened in the cool air made my cock start to thicken and lift between my thighs, warming heat flooding into my increasingly sensitive sex.
Alison lead the horse to a low stone set solidly in the earth, her soft breasts swinging enticingly as she moved. She held the horse steady as I climbed up, feeling her eyes fixed on my hardening cock bouncing provocatively near her face as I swung myself up onto the horse's back. Holding the reins with one hand I leaned down and offered my free hand to help pull her up to join me.
She managed to get up and settle herself in front of me, her rounded buttocks pressing firmly against my increasingly hard and sensitive cock, making me acutely aware of her soft cool skin pressed delightfully against the heat my of my now upright flesh.
Lowering my hand to adjust my swollen cock to a more comfortable position I felt my own hardness, surprised how inflamed I was already at the sight and simple touch of her beautiful body.
Alison settled herself against me her widely parted thighs gripping the horse tightly as she took the reins and asked it to move forward slowly at a leisurely walk. As it did I became acutely conscious of my cock squeezing between us, rhythmically rubbing against her soft buttocks as the steady powerful movements of the horse beneath us moved our bodies to and fro against each other. It almost seemed as if I was deliberately rubbing myself against her body to excite myself but in fact it was only the natural movement of our bodies together on the slowly moving horse.