How lovely to see a girl out bicycling, particularly if in a light airy dress and with long and bare thighs moving as she pushes the pedals around and around. Down the driveway to Sir Hugh and Lady Lyanthe's house came Hannah, hair streaming behind her; very much the young girl bicycling, with a red polka dot dress and strong thighs, her buttocks firmly astride the leather saddle.
The old gardener leant on his hoe and watched the sight. It pleased him greatly and he said so to no one in particular. Something about 'fine ripe fruit.' Perhaps it was a comment to his hoe; its old, polished handle very much had the look of the male organ that is pleased and aroused by the sight of pretty girls. The hoe handle in his hand was held upright, the old gardener's thick and capable penis needed no such support within his baggy and old corduroy trousers. It was a glorious day and promised much. The old gardener wondered what had brought the girl to the big house.
A whole week had passed since Hannah had last been at East Mumble Hall. A note not quite summoning her, but asking if she might care to take tea and refreshment had been posted through her letter box; it had very much caused her to wheel her bicycle out and mount. The weather had improved considerably, and the ride had been a delight. She had enjoyed the exercise making the wheels spin down the country lanes, her legs working.
At the hall she espied Sir Hugh seated upon the lawn in a deckchair reading a newspaper. He put it down and waved. Hannah walked towards him. She was, if anything, surprised to find him clothed rather than naked and enjoying his usual Freikörperkultur, as if he were in the Tiergarten in Berlin. Perhaps it was the strength of the sun. Sir Hugh raised his panama hat to the young girl and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Rather chaste considering what they had been doing only the week before.
He was clearly delighted to see her, asking when she would be starting her new job, how she had been and so on. She found herself walking with him across the neatly mown lawn, all stripes and rigid straightness. Clearly the old gardener, she had seen, had been busy with the lawnmower.
To her nostrils came the warm smell of horses. They were nearing buildings that clearly comprised stables and, as her nose told her, still in use for their original function. There were more boxes than horses now; unlike his forbears Sir Hugh did not need sufficient horses for a carriage or perhaps to work upon the farm. The stables no longer held Cleveland Bays with their small star upon their foreheads or the high stepping Hackney, nor the fine Suffolk Punch or massive Clydesdale. Neither carriage nor heavy horses were there, but still a pair of Welsh Cobs. As Sir Hugh explained they were first rate for a hack or competition. "Their character is one of strength, hardiness and agility - a good hunter - a pleasure to ride." Hannah saw the twinkle in his eye and almost expected him to add, 'and so are you, my dear.'
Good to be taken into the stables and stand with the horses. One a stallion, one a mare.
"Do you breed them?"
It was a cue for Sir Hugh to begin expounding upon yet another subject he was knowledgeable about. Hannah had knowledge too. She did ride, was keen on horses and riding.
It was good to be with the horses and good to hear Sir Hugh's enthusiasm and knowledge. Inevitably, it was Sir Hugh after all, his talk moved towards the sexual, both as to equine mating and the eroticism of horse riding. Upon the tack room wall an old oil painting showing a fine woman riding but clothed only in long black boots. The bouncing of her naked vulva on the tanned leather of the saddle so very obvious in the clever indication of movement by the artist. The way he, or at least Hannah presumed it was a man, had drawn the rider's pubic hair in such detail emphasised the eroticism. It was all a little fetishistic with the tanned leather and black leather boots; even the bridle, reins and other leather strap work seemed to imply things.
Behind her, Sir Hugh expounded on the strong connection between horse riding and sex. The situations. The loss of hymens. The eroticism of the stable boy/girl. Horses in the act. The massive dongs. The eroticism of leather.
"I've seen sheep breeding in the field and I've seen horses," said Hannah seeking to get the odd word into the conversation (or was it lecture?)
"Stallions can be a bit aggressive. It can be better to have the mating in the barn. With both mare and stallion restrained. Of course, unlike - or perhaps somewhat like the human female - the mare needs to be in the mood and receptive. Exhibiting signs of being in heat, indeed strong signs of oestrous behaviour - not quite waggling their bottoms but certainly somewhat 'come on' behaviour: leaning toward the stallion, raising their tails, squatting down, winking the clitoris, and urinating, of course."
"Really?"
"Mare and stallion washed and perhaps felt boots applied to the mare's hind legs to prevent her kicking, perhaps hobbling them. Maybe even sedating the mare if she is difficult to handle or a maiden unfamiliar with the particular stallion and being mated. Not only is the mare restrained but the stallion needs to be on a lead and maybe also hobbled or otherwise restrained. It is important to ensure the stallion is kept under control during the breeding. I'm not boring you?"
"No, Sir Hugh, it is interesting." Hannah was wondering where it was leading.
"The stallion is allowed to approach the mare, brought up to the mare's hindquarters when the mare is showing she is ready to accept a mating. The stallion will smell, taste, and nuzzle the mare but should not be allowed to mount his erection is full. So different, my dear, from human mating. You would hardly have a whole set of people, men and women perhaps there, assisting and restraining the couple! What would you think of doing that, Hannah? The mare's tail needs to be held out of the way and the penis may have to be guided into the mare's vagina. No tail on a woman but what would you think of guiding a couple, helping the man insert?"
It had not occurred to Hannah that she might assist a copulating couple. The idea was strangely pleasing. She could not help imagining a particularly strong and powerful man, perhaps a black 'stallion' of a man! Helping him with his big penis - perhaps he would be 'restrained.' Hannah could see now where Sir Hugh was leading - to ideas of restraint and perhaps the strapping up of people. "I should... I think I should quite like that, Sir Hugh." Perhaps he had ideas of Lady Lyanthe restrained or else Hannah herself.
"The stallion will, of course, thrust with vigour. No gentle sexual intercourse, no slow edging or prolonged coitus. The ejaculation in the hot sheath will not be long delayed. The flagging of his tail should tell you what is happening, but you may need to place your hand lightly under the penis and feel for the urethral pulses."
In Hannah's mind the thought of feeling between the restrained powerful black man's thighs, seeking to determine whether he was indeed coming, whether having assisted the quite massive girth of his penis into the woman he was now doing the required deed. Would she then lead him on to the next woman for breeding or pretend breeding? "How soon before the stallion can cover again?"
"You would not want to mate them more than three times a day, it would induce fatigue and reduce the quality of the semen."
Perhaps not then leading her restrained black 'stallion' straight to the next 'mare;' her lovely tall, so manly, and strong young man led straight from one woman to another, his erection hardly diminishing. Instead, perhaps, a quiet time form him in his stable before she led him out again, a time to recover his potency. When would he be ready? Would she wash him down, groom him like she might a horse, finger his penis and make it grow? She liked the image of her leading him, superb penis extended and upright, his glossy coat brushed - or perhaps his gorgeous so black body oiled by her - across the yard towards the young filly. Might his penis be strapped? Hannah rather liked the idea of a leather penis cage with brass buckles to hold it tightly in place. The penis visible but enclosed. Only able to engage in copulation when unbuckled and removed. Would the leather cage be small and restraining, or upright and able to accommodate the fully erect organ, a visible hard leather cage giving a clear representation of the size of the penis whether erect or flaccid?
"What are you thinking of Hannah? Perhaps a strapped up stable boy being brought to mount you? Do you like that image, Hannah?"
She bit her lip. It was somewhat the very thing she had been thinking of. She had to nod. Hannah did not really want to reveal to Sir Hugh quite how odd her thoughts had been.
"Such a strong, young lad," went on Sir Hugh, "muscular, tight bottom and big penis, the heavy swinging balls being brought to you. He is restrained by leather as are you. Are you frisky and unsure? Perhaps Lady Lyanthe strokes your flank to reassure you. Does she feel to see if you are ready for coitus. Are you Hannah?"
She answered truthfully, "Yes, Sir Hugh." Sir Hugh's thoughts of the stable boy not unlike her thoughts of a black 'stallion.'
"Would you like me to... or would you rather the stable boy?" Sir Hugh's hand touched her thigh and slid under the hem of her dress.
"Is he here?" Hannah looked towards the door. Had perhaps Sir Hugh been building up to this. Had he thought to have her mounted in the way he had described. She might be frisky, but she doubted she would be unsure. The idea of Sir Hugh leading her to be mounted was strangely arousing; the idea of her having no choice in the matter. Her thoughts very much upon the stable lad being brought to cover her.
