Pony Tales: Clover – Part 8

Hello everyone! It’s in a bit late today due to RL responsibilities but here is part 8 of Clovers journey into ponyplay! She gets some really nice attention from the blacksmith today and even gets a tiny lesson in how to whinny! As always, feedback and ideas are always appreciated!
Part 8:

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Unexpected Threesome

The night started like any other night for a 21 year old guy on vacation. My friend and I were in our room taking shots and getting ready to go paint the town. Sunburned and tipsy, we walked down the main strip looking for the right place, the first of which was an old, rundown bar that our dads told us about when they were young. “If you leave that place without a girl, you just need to give it up.” The stories they told greatly exaggerated the current state of this hole-in-the-wall. The outside was faded and stained from years of sun and rain abuse. The palm trees propped up with wooden stakes from where a hurricane had bent them just a few weeks earlier. An eerie deep yellow glow shined through the front door, indicating poor and out-of-date lighting. “What the hell, let’s give it a try.” So we paid our entry fee and walked in. The bar was hazy from the cigarette smoke and full of people in their late 50s, some of them resembling wrinkled leather from the relentless sun. The sound of classic rock and talks of “the old days” filled the air. “These people have probably been here since our parents,” my friend said. I smiled. Hell, he’s right. “We already paid to get in here, let’s just grab a drink and we will split. First up, a beer in a frosted mug. We couldn’t help but feel like all eyes were on us. It was probably the first time they had seen anyone under 40 walk through those doors in years. I couldn’t help but overhear the older gentleman next to us shift his talking point to, “you know what’s wrong with today’s generation…?” Ugh…I’m going to need something stronger. I looked over at my friend, “shots?” I asked him. He nodded. “Bartender, 4 shots of whiskey, please.” Without a word, the bartender shuffled over to us, poured out shots, and walked off. He didn’t seem too thrilled. It was almost as if he was supposed to be home by now. I looked over at my friend, “ready? 3…2…1” and we raced to see who could down their shots faster. My buddy, coughing and hitting his chest after the last shot, put his head on the table and let out a deep breath. For someone 60lbs heavier than me, he sure was a lightweight. About that time, I heard heels clacking across the wooden floor, “I’M SO SORRY I’M LATE!!” Her voice was…angelic. Nothing like the raspy cigarette stained voices I had gotten used to hearing in this place. I turned to look. I tried to play it cool, but I could feel my eyes widen almost immediately. I nudged my friend, “what in the hell is someone like that doing here?” He couldn’t believe it either. Long, wavy black hair, emerald green eyes that almost glowed in the dim light of the bar, and a small, thin face with the most delicate features. A nose stud gleaming like a disco ball. A tight fitting flannel with a only a few buttons fastened in the middle, showing off her naval and just enough cleavage to keep your attention. Frayed and damaged Daisy Dukes pulled over her fishnet stockings, the pockets were longer than the shorts themselves, accentuating her long, tan legs, thigh tattoo, and open toed heels that came just above her ankles. This woman was an absolute goddess. “Bout time you got here!” The bartender grumbled before he walked off. “Holy shit…she’s walking towards me! Be cool. Stay calm,” I told myself as I was trying to swallow the heartbeat in my throat.” “You boys aren’t from around here, are you?” Good God, she smelled even better than she looked. “What makes you say that?” I asked. “It isn’t every day that we see a young, good looking guy like yourself walk in here. This place is where the older guys come to relive their glory days.” Good looking? Don’t say anything stupid. She’s interested. Or just trying to get one hell of a tip. Either way, it’s working. “We came here every year with our parents when we were young. Our dads always talked about this place, so we thought we’d see if all their stories were true.” She laughed, her smile was brighter than the atrocious lights they had hanging from the rafters. “I tell you what, how about we get to know each other a little better? Next few rounds are on me.” Damn, she’s smooth. She poured us a few more shots each, and we filled the air with conversations about where we are from, throwing in as many funny stories as I could just to catch another glimpse of her smile. The whole time, she was leaned over the bar, inches from my face, with her arms crossed, pressing her supple breasts together. She knows exactly what she’s doing. “If you boys want to stay a little longer, we can go back to my place and have an after party. One more round, on the house.” How could I say no to that? When we finished off our drinks, she leaned in even closer. Her lips barely touching my ear. “I’m about to start locking up. If you boys will wait on me outside, I’ll join you in a few. You will wait for me, won’t you?” Goosebumps covered my arms as I nodded. True to her word, she was outside. She walked towards me, almost skipping. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek, “follow me to my car and we’ll go to my place.” Halfway to her house, we hear snoring from the back seat. “Seems like your friend can’t hang. It’s a shame. He’s going to be missing out.” I shifted in my seat to hide the erection that was slowly creeping down my leg. When we arrived, I woke my friend up and we walked inside her house. He flopped down on the couch and let out another loud exhale. “Asleep already?” She said with a smile. “I was hoping to enjoy the afterparty in the living room, now it appears as if we will have to move it to my bedroom.” A mixture or hormones and adrenaline filled my body as I grabbed a couple of bottles off of her counter as she was grabbing the glasses, and we walked to her room. She peeked back to make sure I was following, and I was, closely. “I’m going to change into something more comfortable if you don’t mind.” she said. “By all means,” I replied. Right in front of me, she unfastened her shirt and dropped it straight to the floor. “Much better,” she said with a giggle. “You know, I’ve always heard that bras are pretty uncomfortable.” I mustered up the courage to say. She giggled again. She’s driving me crazy. “Is that so? Why don’t you come over here and take it off, then? It’s awfully difficult to reach the clasp. I have to get my roommate to help me sometimes.” “Roommate?” I asked. “Yeah, but don’t worry about her. She’s asleep. She works during the day.” I walk over to her and reach behind her, her breasts pressing into my chest. She gives me a peck on the neck as I unclasped her bra. As it fell to the floor, I couldn’t help but notice that her perfect breasts never budged after being released. I quickly found my mouth gravitating towards her nipples. “That’s what I love about younger men, they don’t waste any time.” My lips outlined her areolas and my tongue flicked her nipple, which was progressively getting harder. I gently sucked her nipple and gave it a nibble before moving onto the next one, repeating the same process. She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back in between her aroused gasps. She walked to the bed and held one leg up, indicating that she wanted me to take her shoes off. The first one came off. Her well pedicured toes finding my lips as I tried to stay focused on removing the other shoe. When it came off, both of her feet slowly went down my chest, stomach, and hips until they finally found their resting place on my throbbing cock. She squeezed it with her toes, “what have we here?” she said with a seductive look in here eyes. She sat up, unbuttoned her shorts, and slid one hand down them as she grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer. “This needs to come off.” She bit my collar bone and quickly kissed it. Working her magic all the way down to my belt. It felt so incredible that I couldn’t seem to open my eyes. I heard a jingle, then felt my shorts turn loose. A firm grip on my pulsating cock was quickly met with a warm, wet feeling. Her tongue making circles around my head. Good God this woman knew what she was doing. I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to have her. I gently grabbed a handful of her wavy hair and pulled her to her feet, then pushed her onto her bed. I quickly removed her shorts. Her pussy was glistening, she was soaked. I grabbed her legs, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and threw her legs over my shoulders. I buried my face between her thighs. Kissing, licking, sucking every inch of her that I could get my lips on. She tastes like heaven. Her hips begin to rotate as I trace the cursive alphabet over her clit with my tongue while alternating pressure and speed. Her legs are starting to quiver. She’s about to cum. She starts to shake violently as she puts her feet on my shoulders. She tries pushing me back, but I grab her legs harder to keep her from getting away. “Fuck, Fuck, FUUUUUUCK!!!” She screams as she yet again grabs another handful of my hair. She forces my head back and our eyes meet. “Get inside me. NOW.” Overly excited, I grabbed my shorts to get a condom, ripped it open, and dropped it on the bed. She quickly grabs it and puts it in her mouth. “What in the hell is she doing?” I think to myself. She grabs my ass and pulls me closer, inhaling my cock. She pulls her head away, and the condom is on. I was shocked. I didn’t even know what was possible. She looked up at me, still quivering from before. “GET. IN. ME. NOW!” I grabbed her throat and pushed her head down, spread her legs, and forced myself inside of her. The bed is stained from how wet she is. I start of with long, slow thrusts. Her nails digging into my back. Her body was glistening from the sweat in the moonlight. She was moaning with every thrust, which were getting a little faster and harder. I lean in and start sucking on her nipples while my hands were tightly clinched around her waist. I felt her body start to tense up again right before she orgasms, squirts, and screams loud enough to wake the dead. And she did just that. Her roommate opens the door without a single knock. Startled, I pushed myself inside of her as deep and fast as possible as she let out a gasp and dug her nails into my back as hard as she could. I felt a trickle down my back. “Blood or sweat?” I wondered. The roommate was a petite blonde, wearing only a bra and panties, with small beasts and a plump ass. Her skin was bronzed. She was a fit girl with a naval ring. Her facial features were overshadowed by the frown on her face. “Who in the fuck is that passed out on our couch?!” She demanded. “Get out of my room!” “I can’t sleep with all of your screaming!” She replied, trying to hide the smirk on her face. I noticed she was turned on, her cheeks were flushed. “would you like to join us?” I asked. I feel like the worst she could say was no. The smirk became a smile, and she walked closer. When she got next to the bed, she put her hand on my stomach and pushed me back, and quickly grabbed my cock and started aggressively stroking it. Our eyes were locked. She had beautiful eyes, too. They were a grayish blue color, like the clouds at a beach right before a storm. She reached over to her friend and started rubbing her soaking wet pussy with her other hand. “How old are you?” She asked. “I…I’m 21” I said. It was hard to concentrate with two gorgeous women playing with me. The roommate looks over at her friend, who is still laying on her soaked bed trying to catch her breath, and says, “let’s teach this young man a thing or two.” I was easily 8 inches taller than this woman, and weighed at least 80lbs more, but I fell to the bed when she pushed me like I was nothing more than a feather she was brushing off of her shoulder. She straddles me, “I’m going to make this quick, I have work in the morning,” pulls her panties to the side, and eases me into her. She was wet. She had been playing with herself while listening to me and her roommate. Naughty girl. “Sit on his face!” She commands the brunette. She didn’t hesitate. As she was straddling my face, I saw she blonde grab the back of her head and start kissing the brunette. The blonde started rotating her hips while she slowly bounced up and down on my cock. I could feel her dripping down my balls. The brunette was rocking back and forth between my nose and my outstretched tongue, just to make sure she hit all the spots. Both of them kept the same tempo. It was incredibly arousing. Suddenly, the blonde’s legs started to tense up, “When I cum, you cum” she said, almost out of breath. About that time, almost like clockwork, they both picked up the pace. “I’m going to cum!” I wanted to say, but the brunette’s body had other plans. Both roommates grabbed each other tight as their orgasmic moans harmonized and filled the air. The blonde quickly rolled off of me, pulled off the condom, and started stroking me. Faster. Faster. Faster. They were pushing at each other as if they were fighting for my cum. I couldn’t resist it anymore, and gave them exactly what they wanted, my hot cum spraying both of them across the nose and mouth. As they kissed, the cum stretched from their lips, and the blonde looked at me and said, “Thank you, you can go now.”

Pony Tales: Clover – Re-introduction

Pony Tales: Clover – Re-introduction

Hello everyone!

First off, let me say thank you for the amazing support and feedback while I’ve been penning my ponyplay story. It’s been incredible to see so many people enjoy reading this story and in a few cases, genuinely relating to it. It’s been such an amazing experience and I don’t plan to stop anytime soon! I figured I’d do another re-introduction post for all the current parts. I hope everyone in this niche community and the broader BDSM community can enjoy this foray into ponyplay and enjoy the journey as I continue penning Clovers journey! Two new parts have been added to this list! 6.75 and 7 have officially dropped!

I also took some advice and renamed them to ‘parts’ rather than the days of writing them, when it was more of a writing challenge and not a story I was falling in love with.

Clearly I need a new way to deliver this. Because there is a LOT of parts now.

Part 1:

[https://www.deviantart.com/firefly-writing/art/Pony-Tales-Clover-Part-1-885343412](https://www.deviantart.com/firefly-writing/art/Pony-Tales-Clover-Part-1-885343412)

Part 2:

[https://www.deviantart.com/firefly-writing/art/Pony-Tales-Clover-Part-2-885372073](https://www.deviantart.com/firefly-writing/art/Pony-Tales-Clover-Part-2-885372073)

Part 3:

[https://www.deviantart.com/firefly-writing/art/Pony-Tales-Clover-Part-3-885451339](https://www.deviantart.com/firefly-writing/art/Pony-Tales-Clover-Part-3-885451339)

Part 4:

[https://www.deviantart.com/firefly-writing/art/Pony-Tales-Clover-Part-4-885542127](https://www.deviantart.com/firefly-writing/art/Pony-Tales-Clover-Part-4-885542127)

Part 5:

[https://www.deviantart.com/firefly-writing/art/Pony-Tales-Clover-Part-5-885664135](https://www.deviantart.com/firefly-writing/art/Pony-Tales-Clover-Part-5-885664135)

Part 5.5:

Taking a shower.

He had been alone for a while now feeling the curse of his libido crawling as a dear companion over his body every night.
It was time to answer the call, time to seek relief of this feeling. He decided that tonight was going to be different.
Undressing in the bathroom as he turned on the shower, turning the heat all the way up feeling the warm hot water running over his body.
The thoughts in his head where creating the usual chaos of all his erotic, sexual and perverted ideas / fantasies. They where flashing by so fast they where becoming a blur but he could feel his heartbeat speeding up as he tried to pick one of the dozen ones that came by.
One of his big turn one’s was being forced to orgasm being tied up, no mummified, not being able to move an inch. his entire body wrapped in a kind of foil only his cock and balls not being covered.
As he could see the image of his body before his eyes his right had slowly moved down over his body. going over his hardening cock slowly cupping his bals. Closing his eyes he imagined the hand he felt was not his had, seeing his immobilized body in his fantasies.
A hand sliding over the foil from his feet, over his legs going higher. suddenly feeling the grip of a hand around his bals as they where squeezed and pulled downwards a bit, feeling the pain rushing trough his body. Instantly making his cock hard. Not only did he have this sensation in his fantasie but he could feel his cock growing against his hand in the shower. Not able to resist the urge his left had gripped his cock starting to pull back the foreskin of his cock, gripping it hard as he started to jerk it.
His breathing becoming heavy as he could feel himself turning in to the perverted horny creature of a guy he became turned on. Loving the pain he pressed his nails of his left hand in his shaft, pressing hard, the stinging pain rushing trough his body.
The hurt turned him in to a perverted thing, no longer the name “man” worthy. In his phantasy his cock was slapped, gripped hard as he was stroked up and down faster and faster. His muscles tensing up so hard, not being able to move, not even cry out in pain and pleasure.
He moaned hard as he was jerking himself in the shower, so turned on he could not care what happened around him. Every now and then his left hand let go to give his cock a hard slap followed by his hard grip again.
He started to lean back against the wall of the shower as he felt himself edge, being almost to the point of no return. Pulling and hitting his bals imagining being torture in his mummified state.
I need to cum, i need to cum so bad…. feeling how his muscles behind his bals and his prostate started to spasm, pumping up his white liquid, still maintaining the speed and the roughness he cried out as his cum exploded out of his cock, hitting the shower glass, some on his hands and belly. with a cry of pain he fel to his knies still continuing to pull his cock his nails still pushed deep in his skin.
He felt so perverted horny he could not stop pulling the skin over and back of the head of his cock a horny thought entered his mind, on his knees he moved forward he started licking his cum from the shower window.
When he cleaned up his mess with his tongue he finally stopped jerking releasing his cock feeling the stinging pain as his nails left his skin.
He got back up and started to wash his body as other dark fantasies invaded his mind

Free Candy

He sat in the coffee shop, watching people filter in and out. People watching was so much fun, and the stories that would come with it. This one, in a rush, and almost rude to the other people waiting, in his head she was anxious to get the coffee as she was delivering it to her friend that was in desperate need of a caffeine boost to get through a double shift, and she had to deliver it on the break. All the stories. In his head.

This was his favorite day of the week, Sunday, where he could relax around the corner from his place, and just watch as he sipped his coffee. He saw her enter out of the corner if his eye, she looked a little frazzled, like she had been rushing, and almost confused to where she was. She made her way to the counter and ordered, as he gave her a good look. She was in her 40’s he guessed, around his age, she was well dressed, and had legs for days. She almost caught her staring at them, but he didn’t think that she saw him. She was caught up in her own world. As she sat down at a table next to his, she took a bottle of caramel sauce out of her bag, and drizzled some into her coffee.. A sweet tooth he thought.. But had he just seen her bit her lower lip as she did that? He looked away.. His imagination got the better of him, he thought.

Weekend Away – Surprise FFM

PART 1
Our relationship starting with meeting on the internet, then the IM’ing, the phone sex, that first encounter in the movie theater and not even making it out of the parking lot, to where they we are now, continued to increase in its erotic intensity. The drive to the Chicago JW Marriott couldn’t go fast enough. A weekend away with the kids and home taken care of for what was a “girls weekend” with old friends. You felt a tiny tinge of guilt but that was overcome as you thought about the experiences we shared. “What did he have in store for me this time” you thought to yourself. It was enough to keep your little pussy wett all the way to Chicago.

My perfect Day

He opened the door to her, she stood before him , his eyes taking in that beautiful body, his breath catching in his chest as he realised she was his again. He grabbed her pulling her close, their lips devouring each other, hungry from their time apart. He leads her to the bedroom and slowly slips the dress from her shoulders as he slowly unwraps this desirable gift. His rough hands on her smooth skin, tracing touching reclaiming what is his, her bra and panties join her dress, leaving her naked and glorious in front of him

He lays her on the bed, whispering in her ear, feeling her respond to his words, her body raising up trying to get closer to him, he raises her hands above her head and ties them to the bed post, watching her breathing quicken as she looks into his eyes.

He smiles down at her, she watches as he spreads the hot chocolate sauce across her chest around her nipples feeling the heat, the slight tingle of pain as it brings her pleasure, his rough tongue as he licks slowly along his drawn path, encircling her rose nipples with his tongue sucking them deep into his mouth, nibbling and pulling as he devours every drop of chocolate form her body, the heat and his tongue raising her desire wanting more. Anticipating his path to their inevitable pleasure.

The Fun Room – Our First Erotic Party Experience

We were both dressed up, me in my fanciest lingerie under a chique black dress, you in a tight black boxershort under your two-piece suit. We arrive by taxi at a big villa in Santpoort, the Netherlands. We’re nervous, but foremost curious about what the night will bring…

As we enter the establishment we sense an erotic atmosphere. All the people in the waiting line are wearing victorianesque masks. We quickly put on our masks too and crack a smile to each other. I feel you pinching my butt softly.
The usher is a beautiful woman in red lingerie, black stockings and high heels. She crosses our names off the guestlist and welcomes us to the party: Eyes Wide Shut. ‘Have a sexy experience’, she says with a wink. I feel some nerves, but that’s soon taken over by the feeling of excitement. I really feel like doing this, and from the look on your face, so do you.

the alley behind my house

Who said fulfilling a fantasy is hard?

There is an alley behind my house. it is quiet but still occasionally traversed by the residents who live there. I had plans for that alley, just as I had plans for Sonia.
The day had been magical and the dinner -at the local ramen shop- was delightful. She told me that she was staying a block away at a hostel, so as we parted ways that night, I told her to keep her phone to hand.

It wasn’t long before we were texting in between our various domestic duties. At 10pm my phone lit up. *”Are you alone?”*. Then quickly followed by *”Bored. I can’t sleep”*.

*”Are you up for some excitement?”* I typed back.

*”Could be. . .”*

taking a minute to formulate my plans, I began tapping furiously.

*”Ok. In 15 minutes come to the alley behind my house. Wear the least amount of clothes that you feel comfortable in. You will not speak unless directly asked to. If you agree to those conditions, then say yes, and the clock starts”*

the message sat there read for a minutes before a response finally appeared.

Birthday party

It was my birthday, and he’d so far ignored me all day, despite my efforts to look extra special today. I’m not annoyed with him, I just hoped for something special, since it was my first birthday with him. I was in our kitchen cooking my own birthday meal, my favourite spaghetti pomodoro, while I sip a glass of wine I opened for myself. I hear footsteps come in, and a clickety clunk as he puts something down on the kitchen table. I continue to stir my pasta, not turning around.

He edges towards me, and gently slides his hands around my hips and down my thighs with affection, making my skin tingle with goosebumps. He lifts my hair to one side, caressing my open neck with his soft lips and tenderly teasing my nape with his tongue. “Don’t distract me, I’m busy” I say warningly, with a joking laugh.