Date: 11 Jul 2002 13:39:36 -0700
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Robbie's Show Horses (Adult Youth f/F...)
Warning:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between a girl and women. If this type of
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Robbie's Show Horses
By
Jan
I loved horses from the time I could walk. I lived in
central Florida, near Orlando. I spent every minute I could
around horse stables. Every dime I could get my hands on paid
for riding time on stable horses.
I worked around the stables in exchange for riding time.
I did everything from shoveling manure to grooming the horses.
I walked them to cool them down, washed horses and polished
saddles and tack. I was a regular stable tramp.
Most of the people rode western saddles. There were
even some Spanish saddles in the tack room. I favored the
English saddle because I wanted to become good enough to
compete someday in field trials and shows. I worked to pay for
my own riding boots and English spurs. For special occasions I
asked for things like Jodhpur breeches as gifts.
When I was about thirteen years old, Stacey took control
of the stables. She was a recognized equestrian woman on the
show circuit. She was a woman that took no shit from anyone.
I saw her handle a drunk one time, he tried to give her a
bad time, because he wanted to ride one of her horses. He tried
to take her horse away from her after she saddled him. He must
have thought she was a stable hand and all the horses were for
rent. She tried to tell him this horse was her private stock and
not a rental. He tried to push her away and mount the horse.
When he tried to step into the stirrup, she kicked his right leg
out from under him. When he fell to the ground she kicked him
in the jaw, with her boot hard enough to knock him out.
I worshiped her because she rode the way I wanted to
ride and she held her own in a game that had been the private
domain of Calvary officers in the Olympics until relatively
recently. She had short blonde hair with small breasts that
hardly showed through her white polo shirts. From behind her
seat was large compared to a man's! The Jodhpur breeches she
wore around the stables most of the time were still tight fitting
but the leather seat had been repaired many times and the
leather had turned from the matching tan of the breeches to a
chestnut brown almost as dark ad her boots.
Stacey approached me with an offer, if I took care of her
horses and tack that she would teach me to ride for free. I was
thrilled at the opportunity and threw myself into my duties. I
would spend hours currying her horses and braiding the manes
and tails. I polished the metal and oiled the tack when it looked
dry.
One day when I was in the tack room polishing an old
English saddle, Stacey came in and showed me an album of
Olivia Newton-John's. On the back cover was a picture of her
dressed in Jodhpur breeches and brown riding boots. Her back
was to the camera and she looked topless. Stacey said, "I bet
they have laws in Australia requiring shirts."
I borrowed the album from her. At night I masturbated
looking at the picture. I was thinking about Stacey while I
rubbed my clitoris until I would climax in a pool of sweat.
A couple of days later I was cleaning up after everyone
had gone home. The tack-room smelled of old and new leather
along with linseed oil and caster oil. Ropes were covered with
linseed oil to protect them. The caster oil was used for internal
medicine and to treat hot muscles. A stack of one-foot cubes of
salt was against a wall. There were sawhorses that were barrel
shaped so the saddles could rest on them. A work bench for
working on gear. One wall was a trophy wall. Ribbons of past
victories surrounded pictures of horses. A glass trophy case
showed off victory cups. A black leather diamond tucked
bench sat in front of the trophy case. Years or traffic and a
variety of oils, waxes and hose medicines had hardened the old
wooden floor.
Stacey came into the tack-room while I was polishing a
favorite saddle. When I looked up she was topless. Her breasts
were no larger that a girl of twelve, with raspberry colored
areolas and large nipples. Her body was covered in glistening
sweat. Her old Jodhpur breeches were soaking wet at the
waistband and the leather belt was wet too. Her bangs were
plastered to her forehead with sweat. She seemed to be
perfectly at home exposed like this. I expressed my concern
that she might be seen dressed like that. She reminded me that
the security system required someone to buzz in anyone at the
gate. Nothing more was said that day.
I went home that night and masturbated half the night
thinking about Stacey's body. I was tired all day at school.
That afternoon when I got to the stables I tended the needs of
the horses until it was cool enough to work in the tack-room.
When the door was closed I put my hand in my jeans and
was rubbing my cunt when Stacey came in and saw what I was
doing. I was so embarrassed about being caught with my hand
in my pants it took me a moment to realize that she was
standing there in her old worn Jodhpur breeches, riding boots
and no top on again.
I almost sobbed as I ran to her and hugged her. I cried on
her small breasts. Stacey tilted my head upwards as she kissed
me on the mouth. She shoved her hand into my pants and felt
my damp panties. I went week kneed and almost fell. Stacey
held me up and backed me up to the wooden sawhorse holding
the English saddle I had been rubbing. I leaned against the
freshly oiled saddle. Stacey probed my mouth with her tongue.
My crying had made her right breast wet. She took hold of her
own nipples and pinched them as I watched.
Stacey told me in a commanding voice, "The least you
can do is play with my nipples for me."
I reached for both of her large nipples and pinched them
as she had been doing. At the same time she was probing the
depths of my cunt with her strong fingers. I had a typical
growth of dark pubic hair for a girl of thirteen by now.
Stacey unbuttoned my western shirt. I had on a sports
bra that she pulled over the top of my head. She felt my B-cup
breasts as my chest rose and fell in my excitement. It felt like
my heart would explode in my chest.
Stacey laid me on the floor of the tack-room. She
unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans and pulled them
down as far as my boots would allow. Then she pulled my
white panties down too. With my pants down around my boot
tops, I could only spread my legs as wide as the crotch of my
jeans allowed. This would provide a hindrance later.
Stacey lay to my side, so she could cup my cunt with her
hand. She was still kissing me on the mouth and I could feel
her breath on my cheek as her tongue pulled my tongue into her
mouth so she could suck on it. I was trembling under her touch.
She let go of my tongue and left a wet trail down my jaw and
neck on her way to my breasts. I had no idea how much I
would enjoy the feel of a warm mouth sucking on my breasts.
Stacey was still masturbating my pussy, and caused me to have
a climax.
Only after I stopped shaking did she move down my
exposed body and remove her hand from my cunt long enough
to put her mouth over my dark patch of hair. Because I could
not spread my legs very far, her head was held tightly in place
between my legs.
She licked and drooled all over my mound until I was
wet and slippery. The hair was plastered to my flesh. Then she
put her tongue into the valley of my cunt. She found that little
pea-sized clitoris and whipped it with the tip of her tongue. I
had my second climax.
While I recovered Stacey took the opportunity to sit up
and remove her boots and breeches. She stood up to pull the
panties down and off. This was my first look at her woman's
brush up close. It was a darker than the hair on her head, a dark
patch of unshaven hair that was coarse and tangled. Then she
crawled on her hands and knees as she approached me. I
reached for her cunt and felt the first cunt that was not my own.
When Stacey felt my slender fingers enter her wet
vagina, she lowered herself on to my fingers in a slow spiral. I
finger fucked her until she climaxed.
When she was ready, she moved her body around until
she was straddling my head. I was looking up at her dark
brown bush as she lowered her body. I could smell her sex. It
was stronger than my own cunt after I had kept the same
panties on at summer camp for three days. When I felt the
coarse hair pressing against my face I opened my mouth and
stuck out my tongue to probe the depths of her cunt. She took
the initiative to move her hips up and down. She was fucking
herself with my tongue.
Stacey leaned over my body and started tongue fucking
my cunt to. I was sweating from the heat of the tack-room and
the heat of my passion. Stacey was covered in sweat too. I felt
her jerk when she climaxed on my tongue and I had a third
climax.
When we had rested we dried each other off with fresh
horse blankets and got dressed. We locked up the stable and
she drove me home.
I had noticed that after she bought the place, more
wealthy Orlando women started stabling their horses there.
One day when I arrived at the stables, a nice looking woman in
her mid-thirties dressed in a light summer dress and sandals
was sitting in the office drinking a coke. Her hair was styled
with every hair lacquered into place. Her fingers were
manicured. She looked like she was just trying to keep cool.
Stacey introduced her as Gwynn, an old friend. She
asked me if I would service her like she had done me a few
days before. I would have painted her house with a Q-tip if she
had asked me. The thought of seeing this woman naked had me
wet before I got to her. As I approached her she took my hands
and turned me around and sat me on her lap. She undressed me
completely. I was sitting on her lap totally naked in no time.
She played with my breasts and felt my wet cunt.
Stacey sat on her desk watching everything. Finally
Gwynn pushed me to the floor between her legs. When she
lifted her dress I saw that she didn't even have panties on. I
gave out with a moan as I moved between her legs and took her
honey blonde pubic hair into my mouth. I sucked her right
there in the office. She kicked off her sandals and diddled my
pussy with her big toe. When I made her climax, I sat on the
floor to catch my breath.
Stacey pulled her jeans down along with her panties. She
turned around and backed up and bent over at the waist. That
nice looking woman with her hair styled and manicured nails
stuck out her tongue and reamed Stacey's asshole. When
Stacey was satisfied we dressed and went home.
The next day Stacey took me shopping and bought me
the finest tailored Navy blue ridding jacket with a matching
helmet. She started taking me on the show circuit with her. I
had a tall sixteen-hand roan with four stockings and a nice
white blaze on the face. Stacey had a black mare that we took
to the shows.
From the day that Gwynn came to the stable Stacey
would direct me to service the women that stabled their horses
there. The women were all athletic equestrians for the most
part. Some were learning to ride for fun, some were in
competition and very serious about horses. The one thing I
learned they all had in common was that they were all diehard
lesbians. They all had different tastes though. Some wanted
me to let them make love to me and never asked me to do
anything. Others wanted me to make love to them. Each had
something special they wanted. The one thing in common was
that Stacey would watch everything and would sometimes have
the women satisfy her after they were done with me.
One sweet looking lady would visit, would undressing
me and sucking my breasts and cunt. She would reproach
herself while she was doing this. She would say, "Mommy
should not be sucking babies pussy!" all the while she was
sucking me off. When she was done Stacey would use a riding
crop and slap her fat breasts with the flat side of the leather loop
of the crop. Then slap the mound of her cunt with it. She
would make her lay face down over a saddle horse and whip her
ass until it was red as she scolded her for being a dirty mommy
for sucking her baby. Stacey would even stick the handle of the
crop into her asshole so that it would be standing up like a
flagpole. The woman would be in tears when she would dress
and kiss us both before going home.
Another visitor to the stable was very dominant in her
desire to be in-charge. She would arrive on her Harley
Davidson dressed in leather chaps vest and jacket. When she
would take the jacket off all he had on was the leather vest. She
would also take off her chaps long enough to remove her jeans
and put the chaps back on. This way her cunt and ass were
exposed for play. She always wanted to fuck me with a strap-
on dildo, but Stacey would not let her. She could fuck other
women that might be there. Stacey would always end her visit
by fucking her in the asshole with a strap-on.
One day the sweet lady that liked to play mommy arrived
with a girl that was introduced as her daughter. I would guess
her age to be about twelve. We took them on a tour of the place
and I took the girl on a bareback ride that lasted long enough to
make her crotch sore. When we dismounted the girl could
hardly walk.
Stacey took me aside and told me, "Take her to the tack-
room and seduce her, while her mother and I watch from the
stable next door."
I was wet just thinking about what I was about to do with
her mother watching. I told her I had some liniment in the tack-
room that would make her feel better. I took her around to the
front of the tack-room and showed her the place briefly while I
asked her to remove her jeans and underpants. I told her to
have a seat on the leather bench. I found a bottle of oil that I
poured into my hand. I approached her and knelt in front of
her. Her young cunt only had a few hairs on the mound. I
rubbed the oil into the soft skin of her inner thighs. I knew that
massaging the muscles would bring her relief. I cupped her
cunt with my oily hand and rubbed her cunt. She was sighing
in her relief and sexual arousal at the same time. When I tried
to remove my hand she grabbed my wrist with both hands and
held it fast. She begged me not to stop. I took my middle
finger and slipped it between her crack. I found her clitoris
with the tip of my finger and diddled it until she sighed in a
climax.
When she recovered she wanted to know what had
happened and I told her to take everything off and we could do
more. She only has a western shirt on. She didn't need a bra
because her breasts were just little baby fat swells with small
areolas and small nipples. I taught her how exciting it was to
have someone suck your nipples before I got undressed.
I laid her on the couch so that her head was in the
direction of the door to the stable. That way when I mounted
her in a 69 her mother and Stacey were looking at my cunt and
asshole while the girl licked and sucked me. I taught her what
to do by licking her first and then waiting until she did the same
to me. I was beside myself when I licked her asshole and felt
her do the same to me. When we had climaxed and were
resting on the couch holding each other in our arms, the door to
the stable opened and in walked her mother and Stacey.
They were undressed too. Both of them had wet pubic
hair. I knew that they had masturbated each other while they
watched us.
The girl tried to hide her nakedness with her hands. Her
mother rushed to her and hugged her, as she covered her face
with kisses. Stacey and I left them alone to get to know each
other. From that day when they came to the stable it really was
mother and daughter that played the game with each other.
One weekend Stacey and I took the horses to northern
Florida to compete in a state fair. When we pulled into the fair
grounds near the stables she saw Gwynn's truck, facing us. She
drove up along side her truck on the driver's side. They were
leaning out the doors talking to each other.
Stacey turned to me and said, "Remove you shirt and go
service Gwynn, Honey."
I took off my shirt and bra, got out of the truck and
walked around the back of the horse trailer. I approached the
passenger side of Gwynn's truck. It was late afternoon and
anyone looking could have seen my white tits with their
raspberry nipples bouncing as I complied with Stacey's request.
Gwynn had on tight Levi's and a silver buckle on the
belt. I unhooked the buckle and pulled the Levi's until all five
button were open. Gwynn lifted her butt enough for me to pull
her pants and panties down to her knees. Her cunt was hot and
damp. It smelled of the hours she had been driving north. I
went to work sucking her cunt, as she held me by my ponytail
to direct me to the spot she wanted me to suck or lick.
When we got the horses bedded down the three of us
checked into a motel across the fair grounds. We had a lovely
time when we were not competing. I actually won a blue
ribbon in my age class.
When we got home and finished settling the horses
down, I was told to return the tack to the tack-room. When I
opened the door six of Stacey's friends were milling around the
room with wineglasses in hand. They were all naked as the day
they were born. When I entered I was toasted and undressed
quickly. The leather couch was moved to the center of the
room. You can't appreciate the thrill of an orgy unless you
have been the center of attention. I was on my back Stacey was
sitting on my face. Two women were sucking each of my tits.
One woman was sucking my cunt and another was on the floor
licking my asshole. The remaining two women were on either
side of me and I had my fingers in their cunts. They all drank
wine from my body in turns. With victory parties like this I had
to win all the time.
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