Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2005 21:01:47 -0700
From: Jan ' <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Vermont Ridding Acadomy (lesbian / adult youth, ff/FFF)
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Vermont Ridding Academy
By
Jan
Like so many girls Jenny had a love affair with horses.
She lived for the opportunity to ride. It was her fervent dream
to own her own horse.
Her mother saw to it that she got to ride when ever
possible. There was always the promise that she might get to
have her own horse if she continued to show an interest in
ridding. She did win some junior shows and was fearless when
it came to jumping. She had even fallen over the neck of a
horse that balked at a jump and broken an arm. She was back
on the horse as soon as the fiberglass cast dried. Any girl
willing and eager to jump a horse after breaking an arm had
what it takes to be a great horsewoman.
Her father came from a moneyed family that had made
their fortune in chemicals before the turn of the century. The
individual members of the family could never spend their entire
share of the family fortune. The patriarch had seen to it that
each male that assumed the position of the family leader saw to
it that the family fortune grew more rapidly than the
withdrawals.
Her family lived in up state Vermont. The home looked
like it should have been located among the best French
vineyards. The original horse stable had been converted into a
garage for a fleet of vehicles.
This is the privileged life that Jenny came from. On her
sixteenth birthday she had a coming out party to introduce her
to society as an eligible bride to the right male. Jenny could
care less about making a good impression to marry the right
male that would add to the business contacts for the family.
Her attitude was that if her uncle wanted to combine their
business interests with another large family fortune he could
damned well marry them himself.
What turned her on was the next day when her mother
took a drive out into the country. It was a cool summer's
morning drive on a narrow two lane road and across a wooden
covered bridge. The road was lined with maple trees that, in a
matter of months, would be splashed with the fall colors that
Vermont is famous for
They turned off the road and drove up a crushed brick
gravel path to a sprawling building nestled among the trees.
The way the building was made it was almost hidden and
deceptively large when you parked in front of the main
building. There was nothing about the building that gave away
the facility use. It could have been the residence of one of her
mother's friends.
She parked the car under a covered portion of the
driveway that was wide enough to cover three cars at one time.
Jenny felt the gravel move under her feet and heard the crunch
as they walked up the wide steps to the large rustic double door.
As they passed through the doors they were looking down a
long corridor lined with glass display cases full of pictures of
horse and trophy's and ribbons attesting to the victories of the
horses. Those closest to the front door began with paintings
and progressed to black and white photographs. As they
walked deeper into the building the photographs became color
photos and the cars in the background were of ever more recent
models.
Jenny was as excited as a child on Christmas morning.
She wanted to stop and read every caption under each
photograph. Her mother had to drag her along because she had
an appointment with the head mistress of the facility.
When they arrived at the secretary's office she identified
herself and the woman check her appointment book and flipped
a switch on an intercom and spoke with a clear voice. "Ms
Whitmore your three o'clock appointment is here. The voice
was repeated through speakers throughout the facility and
sounded like echoes by the time the sound from the farthest
speakers reached them.
They had a seat and Jenny was asking what this was all
about but her mother would not tell her anything. Jenny was as
fidgety as a disobedient child being sent to the principal's
office.
It took several minutes before the door flew open and a
rather tall blonde haired woman in ridding boots stomped in
with an air of authority about her and a trail of mud and manure
on the tiled floor behind her. She reached out and took Jenny's
mother's hand and shook it firmly.
The secretary made the introduction. The woman said,
"You are Thelma aren't you?" with a European accident that
revealed her German heritage. It was hard to guess her true
age. The blonde hair was pulled back into a single brad and
there were gray streaks in her temples.
"Yes Ms. Whitmore." Her mother said and this is my
daughter Jennifer."
The woman directed her attention towards the teenager
and stuck out her hand. Her handshake was firm and her eyes
were steely as she looked directly into Jennifer's.
Jenny looked at her mother with an unsaid question. As
of yet she had no idea what was going on.
Rather than taking the couple into her office the woman
led them on a walk around the place. It was soon apparent that
this was an equestrian academy. They walked through the
living quarters and dinning facilities where other girls were
eating and doing the things girls do when not working.
Then they went out of doors towards the stable. She
showed them the horses and tack. She told Jenny, "I run a
ridding academy for a select group of young women. Do you
think you would like to spend the summer learning to ride
German style?"
Jenny practically peed her pants in her excitement at the
prospect of spending the summer riding horses every day. She
could not say enough to her mother and the woman about how
happy she was.
Ms. Whitmore was saying, "We have a large reserve that
allows our students to roam a wide range. For now why don't
we find you a room and get you fitted out in ridding gear."
They went back to the office and signed the appropriate
papers and the secretary looked at the resident chart before
selecting a room that was empty. She was going to have a
room to herself. Jenny didn't know that she was getting special
treatment. Most of the girls shared a room. She was given
sheets, blankets and a pillow and the three of them went to the
room and stowed her gear.
Then they went to a supply room that was a kind of store
and she was given a week's supply of riding pants called
jodhpurs, a Navy blue felt covered helmet, polo shirts and two
brown riding boots, brass stub spurs and a riding croup. She
was told that she would get a formal jacket later. Then there
were was a toilet kit, a bag containing polishing materials,
towels and such. "Your mother provided us with your size."
Ms Whitmore said. Jenny and her mother carried her stuff back
to her room and dropped them on the bed.
Her mother gave her a kiss on the cheek and said her
goodbye and headed down the corridor to the exit. Jenny heard
the sound of her heels on the tile floor and had a moment of
panic.
Ms. Whitmore said, "You better stow your gear and get
into your polo shirt before dinner. I suggest you plan on
turning in early because you will be getting up by sunrise in the
morning. Your first class will be in the classroom opposite
from my office." With that she left and closed the door behind
her.
Jenny folded the pants and stowed them in a drawer
under her bunk. She placed all but one polo shirt next to the
pants. She put the helmet and coup on the small desk under the
window. Then she folded the underwear that was also provided
and placed it in another drawer.
She removed her clothes and put them in the small closet
and sat down on the bunk to put on fresh underwear and white
socks before putting on the jodhpurs. After zipping them up and
fastening the belt she pulled the laces on the calves. Then she
put on a fresh bra and a polo shirt. The last thing was to look at
the boots and selected boot polish and started shining them.
She gave them a good shine. Then she used boot hooks to pull
them on her feet. They were a tight fit. The spurs strapped
onto the boots and she stood up and checked out the look in the
mirror on the back of the door to her room.
She ventured out of her room and headed in the direction
of the dinning room. There were a few girls clustered at one
table. A couple of adult women were at another table.
One woman looked at her and stood up and approached
her. "My name is Ms. Cooper, Beth to my friends. Please use
my Sir name when in formal settings. I will be your teacher for
this summer." She extended her hand and shook Jenny's.
Then she introduced her to the other teacher at her table.
Jenny shook her hand and made note that her named was Ms.
McLain. She gave her a warm smile and followed her teacher
to the other table where she was introduced to the other girls.
One was a very sweet and eager girl named Laura. One was
named Heather. She was a pretty girl that looked as if
something smelled bad.
Jenny knew right away that she would like Laura and
Heather was going to be one she would want to stay away from.
Beth pointed out that it was a self service food bar before
returning to the table with her friend. She saw the food bar and
headed for it to get a tray of food. When she returned she
joined the two girls she had been introduced to. They chatted
about the school and it was soon apparent that Laura was as
excited as she was about being here but Heather was not happy
about being dropped of at this school.
As the evening progressed a total of about a dozen other
girls filtered in. All of them made a point to approach their
table and introducing themselves before getting their food.
Jenny's long brown hair was hanging over her shoulders
and she picked up that all of the older girls that had long hair
wore it in a single braid hanging down their back. She made a
point to remind herself to braid her hair that way as soon as she
got back to her room.
As the dinning area emptied Jenny said her goodbyes and
returned to her room. She undressed and polished the other
boots. Then she showered in the common bathroom at the end
of the hall. She sat at her desk naked and braided her hair
before turning out the light and getting into bed. She didn't get
much sleep that night. The thrill of spending her summer
ridding horses had her too excited.
In the morning there was a pleasant sounding chime to
announce wake up call. Jenny was already awake and headed
for the bathroom to pee and brush her teeth. She noted that
none of the girls were shy about showing off their bodies.
She dressed quickly and headed for the dinning hall. She
got her tray and was filled with excitement as she moved along
the food line. She was asking if they would get to ride today.
An older girl told her that the first few days are for orientation.
It would be a few days before they would ride.
She was a little disappointed but it did not dampen her
excitement. She was outside the classroom early and waiting
for Ms. Cooper to arrive. Laura was soon there too. She was
shifting from one foot to the other nervously.
A chime rang and shortly Ms. Copper arrived with a key
in hand. She opened the door and they entered. It was a nice
room decorated with pictures of horses on the wall and tack on
saw horses. There was a chalk board on one wall with
comfortable chairs facing it. The two girls sat next to each
other. Ms. Cooper looked as if she was disappointed.
Heather came sundering in late. She sat in the empty
chair and looked as if she were totally bored.
Ms. Copper introduced herself again. She told them that
they were going to learn how to care for horses before they
would get to ride them.
She went into her lecture about horses from the
fundamental beginnings as if the girls knew nothing about
animals. She pulled down a diagram of a horse and used her
pointer to identify each part. She told them they would walk
their horses to start with then they would check their hoofs
before saddling them up every morning. They would clean the
hoofs if needed. Then they would curry and brush them until
their coat shinned. They would braid their mane and tails over
and over until they could do it blindfolded.
They would clean stalls and pitch fresh hay daily. When
they did ride they would walk their horse and comb them before
putting them back in their stall every afternoon.
Heather interrupted Ms. Cooper at this point. "Are you
saying I am going to have to shovel horse shit?"
Ms. Cooper said, "Exactly dear unless you want to pick it
up with your hands!"
Heather said, "You can get fucked if you think I am
going to shovel shit."
Ms. Copper said, "Excuse me." She left the room and
closed the door behind her as she left. It was only a few
moments before Ms. Whitmore entered and took hold of
Heather's arm and pulled her out of the room. They never saw
her again. They learned that her parents were called and
someone came to pick her up. She would never be allowed
back into the academy. Breech of discipline or bad manners
was not tolerated.
Ms. Copper came back and continued her lecture. She
held up a halter with a long single horse hair rope attached to
the single ring under the chin. She told them that they would be
using this for a few days. She showed them how to tie it to
make a bridle. She asked them to stand and tether the rope to a
rail in front of them.
Laura wound the rope around the rail and made an
overhand knot. Jenny smiled to herself and wrapped the line
over itself and then over the standing line and back under the
standing line with a loop so that the tail end was hanging loose.
Ms. Copper smiled with approval. "What kind of knot is
that Jenny?"
"It is called a Miller's knot." Jenny said.
"Why did you use that kind of knot?" Ms. Copper asked.
"The horse can not pull it loose and you can untie it by
pulling on the end of the rope." Jenny said.
Ms. Copper asked "How long have you been ridding?"
"I have been ridding every chance I got from the time I
was old enough to start school." Jenny said.
Ms. Copper went on to show them what a curie comb and
brush looked like. She explained how to use them. The
morning was over quickly. After lunch she had them stand
around the sawhorse and she showed them all of the parts of the
English saddle. She told them that the names were the same for
western ridding saddles too. Jenny was ahead of Laura again
because she had read books about horses and ridding from the
time she could read.
After class Laura asked Jenny if she could help her. Of
course Jenny was glad to help. It passed the time quickly and
she was taking about the thing she loved most.
The next day after meeting in the classroom and seeing
the hook bladed knife used to trim the soft part of the hoof they
adjourned to the stable. They walked past the first six or eight
stalls. Ms. Copper pointed out that these horses belonged to
Ms. Whitmore and other staff members. Jenny saw that a
dozen stalls were empty and figured that the other girls were
probably out riding.
Ms. Copper said, "Each of you can choose which horse
you are going to use for the rest of the summer."
Laura was drawn to a shinny black right away, she
clamed it quickly.
Jenny walked down the row of stalls looking at each one
in turn. Then she saw the one she liked. She pointed to a tall
bay with four white stocking with the name Socks on the gate.
The horse was standing there like it was posing for one of those
victory pictures in the lobby. Head and tail up, hind quarts
stretched out. Jenny looked under it and saw that it was a male.
"I like that one Ms. Copper."
Again Ms. Copper smiled. "That is a very spirited
animal. He needs a strong hand to control him. Do you think
you're up to it?"
"I think I can handle him."
Ms. Copper had them slip a halter on them and lead them
out of the barn and into a pen. She had them walk them around
in a circle for a while then she had them jog for awhile. When
she had them stop the girls were on opposite sides of the pen.
She walked up to Jenny and asked what she had learned
about her horse. Jenny said, "He is a good sixteen hands tall.
He is left footed."
"Why is that important?" She asked.
"He will normally start moving on the left foreleg. And
when he jumps he will want to lift off on the left hind leg. If
you walk behind him he is more likely to kick with their left leg
first."
Ms. Copper patted her on the back and smiled before
crossing the pen and asking Laura the same question. Laura
said, "I thing she is a mare and she is beautiful."
Ms. Copper smiled and said, "You right on both
accounts. What else have you seen?"
Laura was puzzled. "What do you mean?"
Ms. Copper pointed out that her horse was fourteen
hands tall to start with. Her name is Beauty like the novel
"Black Beauty". If you noticed when you walked her and
trotted her she led off on her right foreleg. She is right footed.
She will favor that leg whenever she starts moving.
She had them tether their horses to the second rail of the
fence. Then she handed them curie combs and brushes. She
watched them as the combed their horses. When they had done
it to her satisfaction she showed them how to braid the mane
and tail. She watched them do that. She handed them string to
tie the rolled tail up.
She told them to removed the rope from the halter and let
the horses have the pen while they cleaned up their stalls.
Laura and Jenny use shovels to pick up the horse apples and
dispose of them before turning the straw in the stalls. Then
they put fresh hay in their feeders and added some oats.
By the time they had taken the wheelbarrow to the dung
heap the other girls were returning. They were full of laughter
and having a great time. They walked their horses and cleaned
stalls too. Of course Laura and Jenny had to wheel out the
horse apples to dump them on the heap. The rounded up their
horses and put them up.
By the time they cleaned up and changed clothes it was
dinner time. By the time dinner was over it was late. Some
girls wanted to watch TV in the lounge but Laura and Jenny
were tired and got ready for bed early.
The next day started as usual. They did the same thing as
the day before. The classroom instruction was on how to look
after horse's hoofs. Some medicines they could administer and
vitamins they were to be sure that their horses got every day. In
the afternoon they were back in the barn helping the farier
change shoes on several horses. They both had to file the hoofs
and nail on new shoes until they met his satisfaction. They
administered the meds to their horses before curry combing
them and braiding them all over again.
They did that every day until Ms. Copper announced that
classroom is over. She took them to the tack room and selected
two saddled for them. And gave them quilted saddle pads to
protect the backs of their horses. She gave them bridles and
helped them put them on their horses. She showed them how to
be sure that the metal bar rested between their front and back
teeth. The bar had a curve so that when they pulled back on the
bridle it lifted the hump against the roof of the horse's mouth
and pried it open. She told them that it did not hurt them but it
got their attention. She told them that it was cruel to use a
Spanish rowel in their mouth. The spur cut their mouth up.
She watched as the girls tethered their horse and saddled
them up. She checked the length of the stirrups and helped
Laura up into the saddle and handed her the reins.
Jenny pulled the reins loose and threw the right rein over
the neck and took the left on in her left hand and grabbed the
pommel and the cantle of the saddle with her hands and as she
jumped up she pulled herself up as she stuck the toe of her left
boot into the stirrup and swung her right leg over. She had to
lean over and turn the small metal stirrup so that she could
insert the toe of the right boot.
Ms Copper had them walk their horses around the pin
while she saddled her own horse. Then she mounted and led
them to the gate. She leaned over and opened the gate and led
them out onto the trail.
Jenny noticed right away that this saddle was not like any
she had ever been on before. At first glance it was an English
saddle but this one came with a bulge right behind the pommel.
She found that the motion of the horse walking caused that
bump to rub the front of her jodhpurs. She found the motion
actually pleasant. She thought there was something wrong
because she was getting a sexual thrill from the action.
After the first day she took Laura aside and asked her if
her saddle was rubbing her crotch too. They giggled as they
admitted that it turned them on. At dinner they had the feeling
they were getting knowing looks from the other girls.
Both of them were sore from their first day of ridding.
Both were walking bowlegged and in some discomfort from
their ligaments and muscles rebelling against the way they legs
had been spread all day.
Jenny was not in her room long when there was a knock
on her door. It was Laura. She came in and the two of them sat
on the bed and complained about the pain in their crotches.
They were in their nightgowns and it was easy enough to
pull them up and inspect each other's pussy. Even with the
padded crotch of the pants their skin was red from the pounding
of the saddles.
While they were busy inspecting each other there was
another knock on the door. It was Ms. Copper. She had a
bottle of lineament in her hand.
"I'm glade that both of you are here. I thought the two of
you could use this after your first day of ridding." Ms. Copper
said. She closed the door and drew up a chair in front of the
bed and had the girls sit on the bed with their gowns up and
legs spread. She poured some of the liquid into the palm of her
hand and rubbed her hands together before placing the palms on
the inside of first Jenny's legs.
At first the liquid felt cool and it did relieve the soreness.
As the hands rubbed the flesh it warmed up and Jenny got that
tingle in her crotch like she had felt during the days ride. Just
as she was closing her eyes because it felt good Ms. Cooper
removed her hands and turned her attention to Laura.
Jenny sat and watched as their teacher rubbed Laura's
crotch. She saw the look on her face change from discomfort to
bliss.
Then Ms. Cooper placed one hand back between Jenny's
legs while the other was still between Laura's. This time her
fingers sought out and found the girl's clits. There was no
attempt at all to hide the fact that she was masturbating the
girls. "Just lay back and enjoy it girls. It will help relax you."
She finger fucked them both at the same time until both girls
climaxed.
When she removed her hands from the girls she leaned
over and kissed both of them and picked up her bottle and
headed for the door saying, "Anytime you need to be rubbed let
me know." and was gone.
The girls were sitting there looking at each other in total
disbelief. They could not get over what had just happened.
They spent the night in her bed holding each other and kissing
and feeling each other up until they went to sleep.
The next day while they were ridding Jenny noticed that
her jodhpurs had a convenient opening and she could slip her
fingers in and rub her cunt while ridding. She pulled up along
side Laura and asked her if her pants had an opening in the
crotch too. Sure enough Laura's had the same opening. The
girls thought it had been a design flaw until they inspected all
of their ridding pants.
The girls started sleeping together and asking Ms. Cooper
to give them a rubdown every night. She was happy to do so
and even added some oral care of their crotches too. The girls
returned the favor at their teachers command and soon were
accomplished oral lovers. Some nights it was very late before
Ms. Cooper would leave Jenny's room.
One day Ms. Copper selected two different saddles. She
pointed out that these two had had rubber protrusions that were
at least two inches long. When they mounted their horses the
horns (for lack of another name) were not comfortable until
they found the opening and slipped in. They found that their
panties were being driven into their vagina by the pressure.
This day they both almost passed out from the sheer number of
times they were brought to a climax by the stimulation of their
young clits.
Ms. Copper noticed everything. Before they returned to
the stable she stopped the horses and asked if they like their
saddles. Both girls breathlessly admitted that they had never
seen anything like them before.
Ms. Copper pulled back from her pommel and showed
them her own pommel. The rubber device was as big around as
a flashlight and disappeared into her pants. She gave it a twist
to show them that it had a quick release. "In time you can use
one as large as mine. If you get thrown your toy will go with
you."
Their daily rides became the best sexual thrill of their
young lives. Ms Copper was taking them on longer rides each
day. She started stopping as soon as they were out of sight of
the stable and having them remove their clothes and tying them
on the back of their saddles. They would put their boots back
on and mount their horses.
That was quite a sight, a naked woman followed by two
naked teenagers wondering around the forest on horseback.
The girls were getting fucked by the motion of the horses.
They were taking lunches so they didn't have to come
back until evening. In time they would even see other groups
ridding just like themselves. One day they stopped for lunch
near a tree shaded brook with a pool. They found the water
cold enough to be painful at first but it felt good to lay on a
large rock and let the sun dry them.
Another group of older girls arrived and joined them.
One of the older girls joined Jenny and Laura on the rock. She
reached over and felt her younger friend's breast. Jenny gave a
quick glace at Ms. Copper and saw that she was already being
mounted by the other teacher.
Apparently the other teacher had removed her dildo and
was fucking Ms. Copper with it. Before lunch she had been
fucked with a dildo and watched as Laura was being fucked too.
The girl that was with her was named April and wanted
her cunt sucked. Jenny found that her cunt smelled of leather
mixed with the smell of a wet pussy. She found that her cunt
gapped open from the two or three hours of ridding with a dildo
wedged into her cunt. That was the wildest day so far.
Ms. Copper produced larger dildos for the ride home.
They stopped just before coming out of the trees. Both Laura
and Jenny were exhausted by the time they had walked their
horses and Ms. Copper's.
When it was time to get ready for bed both Laura and
Jenny were stopped by April before they reached the showers
and were told to report to the office right away. They said they
better get dressed first. April told them there was no time.
"Report as they you are".
They ran to the office, their breasts jiggling as they ran.
April knew what was going to happen and envied them.
When they knocked on the door they were told to enter
by Ms. Whitmore. They entered and stood in front of her desk.
Ms. Whitmore was sitting there with Ms. Copper sitting next to
her. She had two folders in her lap. As Ms. Whitmore reached
out she handed her one.
Ms. Whitmore seemed to be studding the folder intently.
>From time to time she looked up at Laura as if she were about
to punish her.
"I see that you had a little trouble learning the care and
treatment of horses but you seem to be coming along fine now.
How do you like ridding now?"
Laura said, "I like to ride very much." She was looking
at Ms. Copper for advice but there was no emotion on her face.
She wondered if Ms. Whitmore even knew about the saddles.
Then she looked at Jenny's folder, 'I see you were ahead
of the program from the start. I'm glade to see that you have
been willing to help Laura. That shows the right kind of
thinking we like to see around here. Did you enjoy the party at
the pool today?"
Both girls almost peed right then and there. She knew
about the party. Jenny gave her a look that said why not just
admit the truth. "I loved the party. I would be happy to have a
party like that every day."
Ms. Whitmore leaned back and gave out with an
uproarious laugh. Ms. Copper chuckled too. That seemed to
lighten up the atmosphere and even Laura smiled for the first
time. They had felt so vulnerable standing there naked with
their toilet kit in one hand and towel in the other.
Ms. Whitmore stood up and came around the desk and
wrapped her arm around Jenny's shoulders. Ms. Copper did the
same to Laura. They led the girls to Ms. Whitmore's private
quarters, where the two women undressed.
Ms. Copper had a marvelously athletic body. Her brown
hair was in the traditional single braid. Her areolas were large
dark brown things and her vulva was shaved clean.
Ms. Whitmore was much older but she was athletic
looking too. Her breasts sagged and her areolas were on the
bottom of her tits. They were stretched into what looked like
pink eggs. Her skin was tanned all over and had a dry look
about it. Her vulva was shaved clean too.
They led the girls into the bathroom and ushered them
into the shower. It was very crowded with four in the shower
and only one could stand under the water at a time.
Ms. Whitmore insists on shaving Jenny first. She gets a
can of shaving cream and covered her vulva completely. Then
she used a Lady Schick to shave the girl. She even had her lift
her leg so that she could make sure that no hair was left
anyplace. Then Ms. Copper did the same thing to Laura's
pussy.
The women dried the girls and sat them on the bed to
inspect their work to make sure that the girl's cunts were as
naked as a baby's. They could not resist sucking the girl's
pussy until they both had climaxed. Then they had the girls
suck their tits to get them in the mood for them to suck their
cunts too.
When they were done they paraded the girls naked to the
swimming pool and the girls saw the other staff members naked
in the pool. The four of them entered the spa and felt the warm
swirling water felt so good on their aching muscles and the girls
relaxed.
They were almost falling asleep clinging to the breasts of
the older women. In turn each teacher and older student filed
past them and leaned over the edge of the spa from the pool and
gave the girls a kiss and either squeezed a breast or gave their
cunts a stroke. They were now members of the official riding
club.
In time Laura and Jenny were given more slack. As new
girls arrived the new girls took over the duties clean up the
stalls. But on duty days they were called upon to act as
massagers for Ms. Whitmore.
That entailed following her around all day. They ran
errand for her when required. She did like to get out on the
trails herself to keep an eye on the girls and she liked to take
some time along the tail to stop and enjoy the girls company.
On duty nights they got to sleep with her too.
Jenny having her own room also allowed other teachers
and classmates to drop by to spend a night with her too. As
summer was coming to an end and every night a different girl
or teacher was visiting her room to share her bed. Jenny was
regretting the time when she would have to go home.
The time did arrive and her mother came early. Jenny
had wanted to have one last session with Ms. Copper and Ms.
Whitmore. She was disappointed when she saw her mother
coming down the hall.
Ms. Whitmore saw her and gave her a warm hug and a
very passionate kiss. She asked her mother if she would like to
take a ride before they had to leave. Her mother accepted right
away. The three of them went to the stable and saddled up.
Jenny noticed that her mother didn't bat an eye when she
selected a saddle with a large dildo on the pommel. Her mother
pulled up her skirt and mounted the horse. Jenny watched as
she pulled her panties aside and lowered her pussy down onto
the dildo.
That was her first clue that her mother had known about a
academy. When they were near the pool they dismounted and
undressed. The three of them spend several hours sucking tits
and pussies.
Her mother told her that she had gone to the school
twenty or years ago and Ms. Whitmore had been her teacher
back then. Ms. Whitmore said it had been a particular thrill
knowing that the daughter of one of her early students was
sucking her pussy for the past few months.
Her mother gave her the news that Socks was her horse
now and they would be taking him home with them. Oh! Yes
we are taking a saddle too. That caused them to laugh even
more.
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