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}                            IN A BARN WITH THE HORSES\par}

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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs18\kerning28 Older man
 / young girl first time  * Mary\u8217\'92s life in 2 stories - another cautionary
 tale for girls,  second story is Mary &                \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs18\kerning28                                                                                                                                                           
Bob years later.\par}

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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     Every
 girl dreams of losing her cherry. Some dream of being spirited away by a handsome
 stranger. Others dream of a romantic wedding night. Some even have their dreams
 come true. Of course dreams do change as we grow up and out lives change. And even
 when dreams come true they may not be what we expected. Outcomes change and details
 differ. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28 There\u8217
\'92s an old saying \u8220\'93 be careful of what you wish for, you might get it
.\u8221\'94 Mary was to find this out one cold dark night and her life would forever
 be changed. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     Let\u8217
\'92s meet Mary. Like most young girls she was a bit horse mad. However she was 
luckier that most. She really had a horse. Since she lived in town it had to live
 elsewhere and therein lies the story. Her dad had died when she was nine but at
 least between his life insurance and her mother\u8217\'92s fairly good job they
 had enough to live fairly well. She missed her dad and when the owner of the barn
 where she kept her horse took an interest in her she responded like a flower to
 rain. Her mother even though tit was a good thing for her to have a man\u8217\'92
s influence in her life \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28    Now let
\u8217\'92s meet Bob. Married, with six kids ranging from still in diapers to seventeen
. A factory worker that still owned the old family farm but lived a couple of miles
 away since the old house had burned down shortly after his parents had moved out
 when it got too much for them. He had a couple of horses himself but was the only
 one in the family that was interested in them. Since it was a small town he knew
 Mary and her mom and they knew him and his family. The connection was both obvious
 and easy. Soon Mary\u8217\'92s small Arab was sharing the barn with his two quarter
 horses. He was a fairly good rider and was able to teach her the basics. Before
 long they were spending several hours most days doing chores, riding, or working
 with the horses. It became their habit to just stand around and talk for a while
 before he gave her a lift home. We\u8217\'92ll never know when Bob decided to take
 advantage of her. Was it in his mind from the first or did it grow into a sudden
 urge that he allowed to become fact? \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     Teaching
 somebody to ride does involve a certain amount of physical contact. Sometimes its
 necessary to place a leg in the right position or to enforce the right posture. 
Just helping a girl up and onto a too large horse give a man license to touch places
 that are normally off limits. Mary although  a fairly shy girl still felt tingles
 whenever Bob touched her during a lesson. Soon she was hoping for more such touches
 and Bob was only too willing to take advantage of her. What were once just impersonal
 teaching aids became lingering caresses. The small talk while they did chores became
 more personal as well. Subjects such as love and sex came up. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     Then 
came the evening when the first kiss happened. They had been out riding late on 
winter night and her feet were cold, could enough that she was afraid of hurting
 them when she dismounted. Bob reached up to help her down and as she dismounted
 she slipped a bit. They ended up in a tight face to face embrace there in the dim
 barn. For a few seconds she was held there by his arms and then they were kissing
. At first she was confused and scared but after all it was something she had dreamed
 about. Bob sensed her pulling back and was about to end it when she melted into
 his embrace and returned the kiss. From then on riding took less time and chores
 took more. For the first couple of months it was just kissing and feeling. Clothes
 pretty much stayed on although they got very disheveled and needed much straightening
  when they were done. Since she was not a well endowed girl riding braless was 
not a big deal and it allowed him much better access to her always eager breasts
. By spring the only thing that they had not done was intercourse. She knew the 
thrill of having his cock spurt into her mouth and grew to love the touch of his
 tongue on her pussy. Finally she could stand the wanting no longer. She offered
 her body to him for everything and anything and he accepted. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     It was
 on a clear spring night that she lost her cherry. Laying on a bed of straw with
 a blanket over it. She was naked before him as he placed his body between her raised
 legs and with one push entered her body. To tell the truth it hurt and by the time
 she relaxed enough so that the hurt went away he was speeding up his stroke and
 entering his climax. Any disappointment she might have had was drowned out by her
 belief in his love. It was much more important to please him than anything else
.  She had convinced herself that he was the love of her life and that she would
 do anything to please him.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     She continued
 to love him and service his needs throughout her high school years and such was
 her love that she never questioned her life. While she was getting screwed on top
 of a hay bale or out in the woods she never noticed that she missed her prom, dates
 with boys her own age, a social life, or even a climax. All she had was her feelings
 of love. Feelings that were not even true love. When it all started she was a thirteen
 year old that missed her daddy and was mixed up about her feelings. He had taken
 advantage of her, misled her until she became just a fuck toy for his selfish pleasures
. By eighteen she was doing things for him that she had never considered before 
even if she had known about them. All that was necessary was for him to question
 her love and whatever he wanted was his. Anal sex was introduced by the time she
 was fifteen. It took her a long time to get used to the pain but she willing paid
 the price, after all she was proving her love for him. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     The old
 barn remained as the primary location for her abuse until she started working and
 moved her horse when she got a place of her own. In seven years she had never had
 sex in a bed and in truth had never had been really loved, just fucked. Things 
changed but remained the same.  }}