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Horsing Around
By Jennifer Doalfer
Copyright 2000 Jennifer Doalfer
(M/F, exhib, toy)
This is only a fantasy of mine. But it has been
prompted partly by things that really happened,
real people and real experiences I have had
later, which I have been able to build into the
story, and partly by something, which just
recently I found myself dreaming of.
What prompted this fantasy was a visit to a farm
owned by one of our friends. They persuaded me
to go riding, a thing I haven't done for many
years. My friend's husband was very interested
in me, talked a lot about the horses and asked
where I had learned to ride and so on. Reliving
my riding years during the day, it must have been
very much on my mind when we returned, because
this little story popped into my mind during the
night and I have spent the time since getting it
down on paper.
Like so many other girls at that age, I was into
horses when I was about 14. I shared a horse
with a lady called Fiona who was in her mid
thirties. I used to call her Lady Fi. It was a
good arrangement that lasted about 4 years. It
was good because, during that time I was away a
lot with the school and on summer holidays.
During the year I was in the US, she was working
from home and was only too happy to have the
horse all to herself that year. On the other
hand, when I was home, I did more than my share
of looking after the horse, so it worked out very
well.
During the years, I also became very close
friends with her. She didn't appear to be much
older than I was, despite the fact that she was
almost twice my age. I could talk to her about
everything, and she used to laugh at me when she
heard me talking to the horse about my
boyfriends. She taught me a lot about boys, and
about myself for that matter. She had married
early, and had divorced early and had no
children. I think she thought of me as the
daughter she could have had. But to me, she was
as far from a mother (or at least my own mother)
as you could imagine. She also had an active sex
life and we often shared experiences and
feelings. Even though my mother accepted that I
was sleeping with my boyfriends, I could
certainly not talk to her about the details of my
sex life.
The name of the horse was Bono; he was large,
black and very beautiful. We had him on a farm,
a very nice place close to the sea, lakes and
forest, so there were fine opportunities for
riding alone in nature, which I enjoyed a lot.
Another true aspect of this story is that I was
in love with the horse! I had the horse during
the years when I began to be very much into
relationships with boys; but for some reason I
felt the horse was my best friend. When I went
riding, I used to have long intimate
conversations with him, talking to him about my
friends and imagining that he would give me
advice on how to go ahead with different boys. I
loved the strong feeling of closeness when we
rode together along the isolated paths in the
forests, and I have to admit, that more often
than what was probably good for me, I was getting
off while riding. It was just so easy to ride
the handle of the whip and let the motion of the
horse do the rest.
When I was out in the early morning with no risk
(or at least very little) of meeting people, I
would unbutton my shirt and enjoy the exposure of
the cool morning air as I was getting off on the
whip. I had dreams of riding into the forest
naked, but never had the nerve. Topless was bad
enough, but I could quickly button up the shirt.
Getting riding trousers on and off involved
getting off the horse, and I simply didn't dare
do that.
Another part of the background to this story was
the character James. He was a jockey and was
always helping out on the farm, where he lived in
a room on the first floor of the farmhouse. He
was very nice and good-looking, but he also had a
mean streak. He was not from a very good
background, and my father really disliked him,
practically forbidding me to have anything to do
with him.
This, of course, only made it so much more
exciting. He was 25 when I started to ride, and
he always 'helped' the girls when he could get
away with it; I know of several other girls who
had had relationships with him. They all
complained afterward that he had been rough, that
sex had been fantastic, but they didn't dare to
see him again. I always wondered what he did to
the girls that scared them away like that.
Okay, that's enough of the background. Let the
story unfold. . .
We were going off on vacation and we were going
to be leaving the house around nine in the
morning. I was supposed to have groomed Bono and
given him a last ride before going away for three
weeks, but I had gone out with a new friend the
day before and hadn't managed to get home in
time. My father, as usual, was upset with me.
He couldn't understand how I could be so
irresponsible. Between my father's wrath and my
own bad conscience towards Bono, I decided to get
up really early, go for a good ride, groom him
and clean his box in time to be back for a shower
and breakfast before leaving.
I couldn't believe I had made such a stupid
decision when the alarm clock went off at four
thirty in the morning. I had been in bed for
less than four hours, and on top of that I had
slept badly, dreaming of the guy I had met, and
frustrated that I wasn't going to see him during
the time we were away.
It was already light, being shortly after
midsummer; there was a slight mist over the
ground, but I knew that would soon clear as the
sun gathered strength and burnt it away. I
quickly dressed in just a pair of dirty cut-offs,
my riding bra and a simple T-shirt. I wasn't
intending to go for a long ride, and I didn't
want to clean the box in my good riding clothes.
I didn't usually do both on the same day. On my
bike, it was only a short ride of ten minutes
through the back alleys, across one field and
through a bit of the forest. I rode fast,
knowing the road like the back of my hand.
The farm seemed deserted at that time of the
morning; I don't think I had ever been there so
early before. I was rather surprised, however,
to see the stable door open and no sign of Bono.
As I was standing there, still wondering where he
could be and what to do now, I heard faint sounds
from the large rink building where we usually
exercised the horses in the winter. I dropped my
bicycle and crossed the yard to the large gate
and peeked inside. Down the other end I could
see Fiona, practising dressage, as she liked to
do with Bono. I never did that, I preferred
riding in nature.
Quietly, I went up to the elevated wooden
walkway encircling the soft, and rather dirty
area in the middle of the rink. Fiona still
hadn't seen me, so I just stood quietly admiring
Bono's steps. I didn't even know he could do
that sort of thing so well. Fiona wore only a
loose-hanging dress, and I was just wondering why
she was riding in clothes like that, when she
turned Bono and saw me. Across the rink I could
clearly hear her gasp of surprise as she saw me.
She stopped Bono and just sat there staring at
me. I waved and called out to her. She slowly
rode Bono over to the edge of the spectator area
where I was standing.
"Jenny," she said, appearing all guilty and
somewhat out of breath, "What are you doing here
so early? I don't think I have ever seen anybody
here so early, and you of all people!"
I didn't really think that was fair. I had been
there early before; at least as early as eight.
But I guess she meant as early as this, even
though eight was very early for me.
"Well, I didn't make it down here yesterday. I
was going to give Bono a good-bye workout, and
give him a proper grooming."
As I spoke I was staring at Fiona's dress. It
seemed as if she had just come straight from a
party. It certainly wasn't a riding dress. It
was very thin; I could clearly see her breasts
through it, which also surprised me. She was the
one who had taught me to always wear a bra when
riding, both because otherwise it was very
uncomfortable, and also because she said it
ruined the tissue so you got sagging breasts much
too early.
"But what are you doing down here so early, and
dressed like that. Did you come straight from a
party or what?" Our relationship was such that
it was perfectly okay to ask a question like
that.
"No, I often come down here this early. And I
love doing dressage dressed like this," she said
with a funny smile.
I didn't quite know what to say.
"Oh well, maybe I will clean out the box first."
"No, wait a minute Jenny. I . . . " she started,
and then stopped, blushing. "This is kind of
embarrassing, but I have meant to show you this
for some time anyway."
I had no idea what she was talking about.
She rode Bono over, close to the wooden planks,
and started to get off the horse, with what I
thought was a very awkward movement. The hem of
the dress caught on something on the saddle as
she swung her leg over, revealing the fact that
she was wearing nothing under the dress. As she
ripped the dress loose, I was still looking at
her bare bum, but quickly looked up, somewhat
flushed, when she turned around.
She was blushing even more than I was, but that
was only until I noticed what the dress had
caught on. Still swaying slightly, was the
largest dildo I had ever seen, completely
lifelike, even down to the colouring and veins.
It was still shining wet. I had only recently
had some experiences with dildos, but they had
been the plain ordinary ones; I had never seen
one like this before – and certainly not one
mounted like this. I went completely hot and
must have blushed like a tomato, because Fiona
laughed a little nervous laugh when she saw my
reaction.
"Don't look so frightened, it's okay," she said
with a smile.
"I'm sorry I came down here when you were doing .
. . that. . ." I couldn't find the words. This
was terribly embarrassing. I felt it was all
wrong that I should have seen her doing that. At
the same time I couldn't tear my eyes away from
the dildo, getting me all warm and soft in the
belly from watching it, still swaying very
slightly with every move from Bono.
"It's okay," she repeated. "Of all the people to
see it, you are the one I mind the least. As a
matter of fact I was going to show it to you one
day, in case you would be interested in trying it
yourself. I just never got around to it. It is
a little embarrassing, I admit."
But she didn't look embarrassed any more.
Rather, she had a kind of dreamy expression on
her face. "A guy I used to date made this one
for me. It is an exact replica of his dick. I
helped make the mould. He was very handy, but it
still took him quite some time to get it ready".
"But, if you were already fucking this guy, why
did you need a replica?" I asked.
"Well, he wasn't always the easiest guy to be
with. I finally broke up with him, but I missed
the sex with him so much, I finally went back to
him just for the sex. He started to realise that
I was hooked on the physical sex because of his
size, and that it wasn't really him I wanted.
That was okay with him, but at some point he
jokingly suggested that we could plant a copy of
his dick on my horse, which seemed to be the only
other thing I really loved. Even though it was
only said as a joke, the idea grew on me. I told
him, and he laughingly said I could help him make
it. He gave it to me on the condition that I
would grant him one wish, to be cashed in at a
later stage. I agreed and have never regretted
it, even though I know I will hate him, when he
calls in the favour".
She had a sly smile and looked at me daringly as
she continued, "Remember how you told me you were
dreaming about riding naked in the forest?"
I remembered that very well. I had come back
from a ride where I had dropped my top and ridden
through the dense forest. A branch had hit me
and made a big mark across my shoulder and
breast. She had helped me wash it and we had
talked about my dream of riding naked. I didn't
need to reply. She knew very well that I
remembered.
"Now is your opportunity," she continued with the
same look in her eyes as if saying: you told me
all about this, now let's see if it is all hot
air. "There'll be nobody around here for the
next couple of hours, and you can borrow my
saddle."
My natural reaction was to say no, and make some
excuse as to how I would find that too
embarrassing, but I couldn't even reply. My
tongue felt like a loaf in my mouth. I could
feel myself getting more and more hot at the
idea. As I got more excited I also lost my
inhibitions. This was really something I had
dreamt about doing, not thinking I would ever
have the nerve. Also, I couldn't get that dildo
out of my mind.
"If I did it," I started out, testing my own
feelings as well, "you wouldn't tell anybody,
would you?"
"Of course not. You know my little secret as
well. We won't betray each other's secrets."
"If anybody were to come, would you take my
clothes and meet me behind the stables?" I was
getting used to the idea, and I had started to
get excited about it. I would have to get clear
of the yard, which was about 25 meters across,
clearly visible from the farmhouse, but after
that I could stay out of sight. Fiona must have
read my thoughts.
"If you go straight towards the small pond, as
soon as you are hidden from view behind the
stables, and then follow the path up to the
pastures, and return through the fields at the
back of the forest, nobody would be able to see
you from here or from any of the roads. And if I
see anybody I will just meet you with your
clothes behind the stables. You should be okay",
she said quite convincingly.
I was still hesitating. Bono was looking at me
as if asking me why we weren't going for a ride,
now that I was here. A ray of sunlight was
shining through one of the small windows, hitting
Fiona. I could see small beads of sweat on her
brow, and I could see her hard nipples through
her thin dress. What was she getting so excited
about, I thought. She was probably getting as
excited from the idea as I was.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a few
seconds.
"Okay, I'll do it". It came out as whisper.
I pulled the T-shirt off and put it on the
banister while I still had the resolve, then the
bra, all of a sudden feeling very exposed in the
large building. I looked around. I took another
deep breath and unbuttoned my jeans. I pulled
down both my jeans and panties in one movement.
I knew Fiona was staring at me. I didn't mind
her watching, but I felt silly standing here
completely naked. Imagine what people would
think if anybody did come by early. Ouch!
"See you soon," I said as I got on Bono.
First it was a bit difficult to sit properly.
The stirrups were shorter than I was used to, and
the dildo was right where I needed to sit.
Fortunately the saddle was rather longer than
normal, so I sat a bit further back and as I
finally settled down on the saddle, I felt the
dildo rub against the front of my pussy, only a
fraction of an inch from my clit. It was still
wet from Fiona's ride. But that didn't matter;
already I could feel my own juices greasing the
saddle. It felt wet and cold. It was time to
get on with it.
I urged Bono slowly forward. Despite Fiona's
assurances that there would be nobody around, I
wasn't going to charge out of the rink door stark
naked. I stopped and had a careful look outside,
but I could see nothing wrong, so I kicked Bono
into motion and shot across the yard as fast as
was safe on the cobbled stones.
Halfway across the yard, what I was doing
suddenly hit me hard. I couldn't believe it. I
looked up to the right and could clearly see
through the windows of the farmhouse into the
living room. The windows on the top floor
belonged to the staff who lived there
permanently. Should anybody actually be watching,
all they had to do was to look out the window,
and they would see the little rich girl Jennifer,
flying across the yard, stark naked, and with a
huge dildo digging into her stomach, as she
leaned forward across the back of the horse,
trying to hide her bouncing breasts.
But by then I was behind the stables out of view,
and I quickly started to feel better. As a
matter of fact, it wasn't long before I started
to feel much better. Where the dildo was
fastened to the saddle there was a little mound.
To the back of the dildo the mound had a small,
protruding knob, and on the front of it the
mound, bent upwards and ended in what looked like
small brushes, which were clearly designed to
stimulate the clit. However, I was now riding the
knob, and with each stride I was gliding up and
down the back of the dildo, landing hard on the
knob each time I came down. The still, cool,
morning air felt cold where I was getting wet, an
area which was quickly spreading as I was
writhing all over the saddle.
It was about a five minutes ride to the pond, and
by the time I got there I was getting close to
coming, just from rubbing against the dildo. At
first, I had ridden crouched over the back of
Bono, partly to hide my breasts, but as I got
more excited and further away from the farmhouse,
I sat upright and enjoyed the feeling of the wind
against my wildly bouncing breasts.
I stopped by the side of the pond. It was
completely quiet. There was a vague mist over the
reeds along the edge and a smell of damp earth.
I couldn't help it. I was going to try to sit on
the dildo. It was so big. But when I sat on it,
it was being pressed down on the saddle and I
could slide forward on it until the head was at
my pussy opening. I leaned further forward,
stood up in the stirrups and caught the head as
it tried to slide back up behind me. I had to
lean on one hand, almost lifting myself off the
saddle to get up in the right position to start
sliding it in. The head slipped in with some
trouble, but as I slowly rocked forward and
backwards, the lubrication spread further down
the shaft, and I could slowly rock it in further
and further as I carefully lowered myself onto
it. Some of the guys I had been with had had
what I thought were big dicks, but I couldn't
believe the feelings from this. It felt like
being filled up. Each rocking motion was so
clearly felt. Often during sex, I only felt it
when the guys' pelvis hit mine, but here I could
feel the movement of the head so clearly as it
moved inside me.
Bono had impatiently started to move forward, and
I just let him trot slowly ahead. I could now
sit upright, with straight legs. I let Bono pick
up speed and as his movements and not mine,
started to move the dick inside me, my excitement
grew even further. It was a completely different
feeling when it wasn't my own movements. I could
feel it slipping a bit further in with each move,
and it didn't feel bad. Not at all!
We were moving up the forest path and I had to
lean forward a bit because of the slope. That
seemed to make it possible for the dildo to slide
even further in. I thought I could feel it hit
my cervix and I felt I had still another inch to
go before I could relax in a sitting position. I
didn't know if I could cope with that. Bono's
movements were stronger now that he had to work
his way up steep slope, and I had to concentrate
on riding him. But I couldn't prevent the
movements, which kept plunging the dildo in and
out. Fortunately, it didn't seem to matter. I
was surprised when I realised that I had actually
hit the saddle. The head of the dildo must have
just pushed further up inside me than I had
thought possible.
Now the feeling was almost overpowering. I could
clearly feel each plunge, four to five inches out
and then a hard plunge back in, which was so
strongly felt all the way inside me, and on top
of that, my clit now hit the bristle hairs of the
raised knob in front. The shape of the mound
forced my labial lips apart so the small, hard-
rubber hairs shaped themselves around my clit,
attacking it from all sides, like a mouth sucking
it each time it landed on it. Furthermore, the
little knob I had enjoyed riding on down to the
pond, now worked itself just half an inch into my
butt hole. Not a deep penetration, but strongly
enough to stimulate that area as well. I was
losing touch with the surrounding world, just
letting Bono pick up speed now that we had
reached the summit and had a good long stretch
ahead of us.
Just as much as my excitement rose, so did my
frustration. The speed of the plunging was too
slow. I felt I was building up towards an
orgasm, but it just never came. I tried to move
faster, but it was impossible as I had to follow
the rhythm of Bono's strides. I tried to make
him speed up, but I was also very much aware that
I wasn't wearing my riding helmet, and I didn't
want to reach a speed where riding became
dangerous. That thought was further enhanced as,
in the distance I could see that the gate to the
field at the end of the forest path was shut. It
wasn't very high, and several times I had jumped
it easily, but despite my lack of touch with
reality, I was sane enough not to attempt a jump
without a helmet. Also, I had no idea what a
jump would do the my insides, as I would have to
have stood up in the saddle and land, probably
not too gently, back on the saddle with ten
inches of dildo inside me.
I slowed down as I approached the gate. Out of
the corner of my eye I thought I saw a movement.
I froze, as out of the bushes next to the gate, a
shape appeared. I quickly crossed my arms in
front of my breasts and sat upright to hide the
dildo, which otherwise might have been visible
between my legs. Petrified, I watched as the
shape turned into a huntsman in camouflage
outfit. He stared open-mouthed at me. I
couldn't speak or move, and for a while it
appeared he couldn't either.
He finally spoke "Nice morning for a ride." He
appeared to be in his fifties. Military looking
with a moustache and army type shooting or
hunting glasses. He openly stared at me now that
the initial surprise had disappeared. I couldn't
find anything suitable to reply, still frozen in
shock and embarrassment.
"Do you always go riding like that in the
morning?" he asked with a smile. I just shook my
head.
"Please," I whispered with a croaking voice,
"would you mind opening the gate for me?" There
was no way I was going to get off Bono to open it
myself with him watching. I can't imagine my
embarrassment if he had appeared just a few
seconds later, when in order to open the gate
myself, I would have been off Bono with the dildo
towering on the saddle.
There was no reply for a while.
"Sure," he finally said, "on one condition."
"What?" I asked frowning.
"Take your arms down," he replied slightly out of
breath.
There wasn't much I could do. I guess I could
have turned around and rode back, but I didn't
really want to. I needed to get out in the open
and go for a fast ride on the stretch back to the
farm. Anyway, he had probably seen my breasts as
I rode up to the gate before I saw him. And
suddenly the feeling of exposing myself to him
felt exciting. I blushed, which he probably took
as embarrassment, but it was really me feeling
guilty at my own feelings of wanting him to see
my breasts.
Slowly I lowered my hands to rest on the saddle,
putting a little weight on them, raising me just
a little off the dildo, but hiding it with my
hands. The move released my breasts and pushed
them upwards and forward, making the exploding
nipples stand out even more. I could feel the
rays of sunshine through the trees warming up the
front of my body, obviously also providing good
illumination for him to have a perfect view. I
was wondering what this was doing to him, as I
watched him slowly move ahead to open the gate,
never taking his eyes of me. My eyes finally
locked with his and as the gate swung open and
Bono, of his own accord, started to move, I let
myself down on the saddle again, almost climaxing
right there in front of him, from the contact on
my highly excited clit. I shuddered as I moved
past him.
"Enjoy the ride," he called after me, with an
obvious hint in his voice, of his knowledge of
the way I was going to enjoy it. Had he only
known how much!
I was still shaking uncontrollably, and as Bono
quickly gathered speed, I was again forced to
move up and down on the dildo while probably
still within viewing distance of the huntsman.
But I didn't care any more, because the
excitement had made me come close to climaxing,
and now the movements were bringing me to my peak
very quickly. I worked against Bono's moves
meeting him on the way up and allowing his
downwards movements to lift me halfway off the
dildo, before I again rammed back onto the
saddle.
Bono must have wandered what kind of a rider I
was today, because, usually, I follow his moves
smoothly. Soon I felt as if an electric current
was running through me; I shuddered with cramp
which made me slide around on the mount,
caressing my clit, stretching back while the knob
dug further into my butt hole. I was hardly
able to keep my balance on Bono, who was slowing
down with the strange movements going on his
back. However, he was still going fast enough to
stretch out the orgasm so I thought it would
never end.
I was still shaking and riding the dildo in
aftershocks when I realised I was getting close
to the farm. I collapsed over Bono's back trying
to stand up and get the dildo out of me, but my
legs were shaking and Bono moving too fast for me
to be able to raise myself up high enough. I
just stayed down over his back trying to minimise
the movements of the dildo in order to prevent
the oncoming of the next orgasm that was lurking
just a few moments away.
Fortunately, I reached the yard before it
happened. This time I didn't stop to see if
anybody was looking, I just wanted to get into
the rink building as fast possible. I hadn't
seen Fiona outside, so I assumed I had a clear
path ahead, bending under the archway of the gate
and finally coming to a stop half way towards the
spectator stand and waited for my eyes to adjust
to the darkness inside.
Bono was still moving slowly towards the stand
where Fiona was waiting. I was still panting, my
legs were shaking, and I was just slowly coming
off my high. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness
I could clearly see Fiona. I thought she looked
strained. Then I realised that the clothes I had
left on the handrail were missing. It didn't
bother me as much as it made me wonder. Then my
thoughts froze in panic for the second time in
only a short while, when out of the shadows
behind Fiona, another person appeared.
Of all the people to see me in this position,
this was the one I would most have wanted to
avoid. I again quickly crossed my hands over my
breasts.
"Fiona, you promised," I cried out. She looked
down, obviously feeling very bad about this.
"Don't blame her, I wouldn't let her".
I looked at James. My heart, which had begun to
slow down, was beating wildly again now. I had
an inner love/hate relationship with him. I
think every single girl from my age and up, and
probably some younger than that, had had a crush
on him, and most of them had been to bed with
him. Being a jockey, he was rather small, but he
was extremely lean and muscular. He was not a
typical Scandinavian guy. He must have had
either some gypsy, Latino or Central American
blood in him. Probably, that was why so many
girls found him attractive. However, he just
used the girls. He was never seen with the same
girl for more than a couple of weeks, and the
girls never spoke of him afterwards, they just
avoided him. That made him even more interesting
to the others. I had been quite taken with him
at one time, but my father, who also had followed
my riding exercises, had expressly forbidden me
to have anything to do with him.
As I was scared of both my father and James, I
had managed to obey him, even though I had almost
failed at a recent party where, in a bit of a
drunken state, I had allowed him to dance rather
close and intimately with me. I still remember
his hands under my T-shirt, expertly playing with
my nipple through the bra, and almost making me
lose it, enough to forget about my father's order
when his hands had slipped down the cup of the
bra, and attacked my naked nipple. However, when
I came to my senses I gave him a knee in the
crotch, which, probably, I shouldn't have done.
When he recovered, he swore he would get back at
me. And it appeared that this was exactly what
was happening right now.
My immediate reaction was to turn Bono round and
get away. But then I realised that I didn't have
my clothes. How far would I get without them?
How embarrassing would it be, if or when, I met
somebody? Even if I rode over to the farmhouse
and got the caretaker, I would have to leave Bono
out of sight or first get the saddle off him.
And I would still have a lot of explaining to do,
and I certainly couldn't be sure it would be the
caretaker I would find. He might keep it a
secret between us, but nobody else would; I was
just thinking about the reaction of my parents.
I had already decided to stay and see what
happened when James made a sound with his mouth,
which immediately brought Bono forward. It was
James's job to keep the horses exercised when the
owners couldn't, and he had a very good
relationship with all the horses. I just let
Bono walk slowly towards him.
"Okay, James. You obviously have my clothes.
Could you let me know what is going on? What is
it you expect me to do?" I was feeling brave,
and now also a bit angry, not least with myself,
as I felt Bono's slow movements already beginning
to get me excited again".
"Well, first you can move your arms down".
I did, wondering if this would not have happened
if I had let him continue that night at the
dance. I should have felt worried, pissed off,
embarrassed or frightened. I did feel all those
things, but they were overshadowed by guilt,
knowing that my nipples had again got hard and
that I was finding it difficult to sit still on
Bono.
He was staring openly at my exposed breasts.
Earlier this summer some of the girls had been
sunbathing topless at the pool behind the farm.
I had gone there after a ride, intending to do
the same, until I realised that James was there;
I just couldn't bring myself to drop my bra while
he was watching. However, even though he had had
plenty of opportunity to watch bare breasts, it
had been my breasts, covered by my thin, and
half-transparent bra that had his attention. I
remember feeling embarrassed by my very visibly
erect nipples, which the bra was totally unable
to hide from his stare. Now that he had the
opportunity to watch them uncovered, he certainly
used it fully.
"Fiona owed me a favour and the other day when I
asked her to help me get back at you for the
other night at the disco, at first she refused;
then she realised that she couldn't. We have
been waiting for an opportunity, which arose last
night, when your dad called Fiona to find out if
you had yet been down to see Bono. We realised
that you would probably have to come down early
today."
Fiona looked at me; she shook her head slowly.
"I am just so sorry, Jenny."
"Oh, you have already had your fun today, my
dear," James commented still not taking his eyes
off me. "Come over here."
Bono moved the last bit over to the raised edge,
and I didn't stop him. Before I knew what he was
up to, James had swung himself up on Bono,
squeezing into the saddle behind me, forcing me
forward, harder onto the dildo. I gasped, both
with the fright of his movements and with the
sensation of the dildo digging itself even
further into me. James slapped Bono on the hind
quarters and soon we were bolting out of the rink
building. I only just managed to bend down under
the arch of the doorway as we sprinted across the
yard again.
This time I wasn't concerned with the farmhouse,
only with the sensation of sitting naked with
James behind me and the dildo again hard at work
inside me. James had the reins now, I was
leaning back against him, trying to get away from
the clit stimulator which was threatening to
release another orgasm soon if I wasn't careful.
This whole situation was embarrassing enough
without coming in James's arms. However, I
didn't know what I had coming.
"I am surprised you can take the dildo all the
way."
"Oh shit," I said, just as much to myself. I had
been kidding myself into believing he didn't know
about that. But as soon as he said it, it dawned
on me how stupid I had been. Fiona owed him a
favour, so he must have been the one who had made
the saddle for her.
As I realised that it was an exact replica of his
dick that was inside me, I started to come. James
hadn't even touched my tits; he was just looking
at them over my shoulder as I leant back against
him. But he didn't need to. He probably got off
on the idea that I was getting fucked by his dick
as we rode, and he probably guessed, I had
already been good and well fucked by it on my
ride.
"James, you are just so bloody unbelievably
wicked," I groaned as the first spasms hit me
making it obvious to him what was happening.
"Hold me tight," I begged. His hands found my
breasts and nipples, his mouth slid around my
neck and received my mouth which was now turned
towards him, hungry for a kiss.
Bono had slowed to a stop now that James had
dropped the reins. James slid a hand down my
front and lifted up the clit stimulator, rubbing
it harder and faster against me. I only realised
that I had let out a loud scream when the echo
from the forest hit me. At the height of the
orgasm I almost fell off Bono. I don't know if I
actually could fall with the dildo inside me, but
as it was, James caught me. I again collapsed
over Bono's mane. I was sobbing. This was
really too much for me. James just watched me.
Finally he gripped my shoulders and pulled me
back up. I collapsed in his arms, but as Bono
started to move again, I just couldn't stand any
more.
"James, please. I've got to get off this thing."
I tried to lift myself up, but my legs were
shaking too much. James got Bono to stop and
supported me as I leant forward and stood up in
the stirrups, but still the dildo head wouldn't
come free. I felt James put his arms under my
legs and lift me the last inch until it finally
slipped out. As I lowered myself onto the saddle
again I felt it slide up my back, and as I rested
back against James, I felt it lodge between us.
I had a picture in my mind of what this would
look like if he had been naked as well, with the
two dicks caught between us.
We rode quietly back to the stables. I don't
remember much of that ride. I was exhausted,
both physically and mentally, but in a strange
way, it felt nice being in James's control. With
what had just happened, I felt as though I was
just giving myself over to him and it didn't
matter. I don't know what he did to the other
girls and I didn't care.
When we arrived at the stables we rode into the
building and found Bono's box. James got off and
helped me down. I didn't even bother to try to
hide my naked state. Let him watch, there really
wasn't anything that could happen that was more
humiliating than what had occurred in the last
ten minutes.
"James, can I please have my clothes now," I
asked. I knew from the way he stood back
watching me that he was enjoying looking at me,
and probably wasn't going to give them to me just
yet, but I had to try.
"Nope, not just yet. I want you to take care of
Bono, and get him settled in his box. I'll just
stay here and watch."
I wondered if Bono could feel something strange
going on. He seemed more loving than normal. He
kept nudging me when I passed in front of him.
It was as if he was staring at me as well.
Sometimes I had to lean against him, and it felt
oddly arousing to feel his short stubby hairs
caressing my exposed breasts and very sensitive
nipples.
"Where does she keep the saddle," I asked as I
was getting it off Bono.
"Back here in my own harness store," James
replied, and led me to a smaller room next to the
general harness room. The door was already
unlocked. Inside were all James's private
saddles and harnesses he used for his racing. I
had never been in there before. I hadn't even
been aware that a room like that existed.
"Up there on the shelf, and then with the curtain
pulled in front," James directed. It was hard to
reach, but I finally made it. When I got down
from the small stepladder I had used, I turned
around and was startled when I looked back at
James. He had dropped his trousers, and now only
wore a tight, khaki-coloured T-shirt. Despite
the fact that I knew the dildo had been moulded
with his dick, I still gasped at the sight of it.
The dildo looked big on the back of Bono, but it
was completely unnatural on a body the size of
James. I stared in fascination as it grew into
its full size, pointing straight at me.
"Jenny, I really like you a lot. I have been very
hot for you for a while. I find you so sexy, and
the fact that you have appeared so unobtainable
has just made it worse".
He stepped all the way over to me and put out a
hand, just very carefully caressing my breasts.
"I have had a lot of your friends in this room.
Some screamed when they saw the size of my dick.
Even though they had first wanted me to take them
in here, they wanted out when they saw it, but I
wouldn't let them out. Dick teasers. Once they
got me excited, I wasn't going to let them off so
easily. Some of them I have had to tie and gag.
I knew they wouldn't come near me again
afterwards, but there always seemed to be
somebody else who was willing, so what the hell.
Fiona is the only one I have known who actually
enjoyed it, and even she won't go in here with me
any more."
I shivered as one hand travelled down my stomach
slipping between my legs. I was still soaking
wet, and it wasn't just from the ride. His hands
on my breasts, the thought of him practically
raping the other girls in here, and the thought
of his monster dick occasionally striking my
skin, had me going again.
"I had decided I was going to have you in here,
no matter what. I had dreams of tying you up and
hearing you scream and moan as I fucked you, but
I love the way you have reacted today. And I am
so excited by the fact that you managed to take
the dildo all the way. I have never tried that
with any of the other girls. I just feel I can't
do this against your will, but I am exploding
with desire for you. And I feel that, maybe, you
are not entirely indifferent either?"
Very perceptive of him. My love/hate
relationship was certainly not turning towards
love, but the hate had disappeared. I could
understand his frustration with the other girls
all going for him, and then, once they had him
all excited, wanting out. I also had this funny
feeling of enjoying the submission. He was
really forbidden fruit, but I was past that
stage. His hand had found my clit, and I
willingly spread my legs and pushed my pelvis
forward to give him better access.
"Um, not entirely," I groaned in pleasure and
anticipation.
He lifted me up onto a workbench, spreading my
legs and standing between them while slowly
kissing me. I couldn't cope with slow kisses. I
kissed him back with eager hunger. As his mouth
left mine and travelled down my neck towards my
breasts, I leant back. As there was nothing to
lean against, I gripped some of the grimes
hanging from the wall and clutched them. His
mouth had just lightly caressed my nipples and
now it was continuing down between my legs.
I pulled my legs as far apart as I could. I put
one foot in a stirrup belonging to a saddle
hanging over a saddle stand on the floor, and the
other against the wall running perpendicular to
the table I was splayed out on. I was able to
fit the other foot into some reins hanging there.
I was subconsciously adopting a position where I
imagined myself being tied up and totally in the
power of James. I wondered what he had used to
tie the girls with and how he had gagged them.
His tongue was working on my clit. I was thinking
of the tied-up girls, what they might have felt
and their frightened screams as they desperately
tried to avoid the monster dick they feared would
take them apart. I was happy I knew I could
cope, and I couldn't wait for it.
"James, please hurry, I want you now." I didn't
mind begging. I wanted him to feel that for a
change, somebody was looking forward to being
fucked by him.
He slowly stood up, looking at me and the way I
had positioned myself.
"Oh my God, Jenny, you don't know how much I have
fantasised about this."
He stepped all the way up to me. He had to hold
on to his dick and lower it to my pussy, poised
just at the edge of the table. I kept looking at
it, as the head, this time slipped in easily. I
knew he was looking in my eyes for signs of pain
or discomfort as he slowly pushed it further in.
This was different from the dildo. It was warm,
soft and well greased by its own accord, not like
the hard, cold dildo. And then it was attached
to James and not to Bono. James gripped my hips
and slid it slowly in as far as he felt he could
go in one move. I let out a small scream. Not
in pain, but in extreme pleasure.
James recognised it for the pleasure it was,
moved a bit back and then pushed all the way
home. I felt like I was exploding. I could
feel him so clearly. He leant a bit over me,
making his pelvic bone hit my, by now, super-
sensitive clit, and I am afraid I let out another
small scream. As a matter of fact, I couldn't
help it, but as each thrust touched bottom, I
shuddered as if in a small orgasm and moaned
loudly, that was how strong the sensation was.
This time there was no slow motion dictated by
Bono's speed. James was speeding up. I let go
of the harnesses and wrapped my arms around him,
trying to direct his speed towards my own needs.
It took me no time at all to reach my first
orgasm; my whole system was tuned into sex that
morning. I was hanging on to him as I was being
shaken by the spasms, but I don't think James
even noticed. He kept working at full tilt. When
I was able to, I let go of him and leant back on
the tabletop on my elbows. His eyes met mine, but
he didn't stop. I looked down, observing how his
long, thick dick pumped in and out of me. I
still couldn't believe its size. If I hadn't
already known it was possible, I would have been
scared witless by the thought of having that huge
thing inside me.
As it was, it was fantastic. I caught hold of
the reins again with one hand, putting the other
one between my legs, trying to grip the dick as
it moved in and out. No way could I close my
hand around it, but I could apply extra pressure.
James took longer strokes, pulling his dick all
the way out, so my hand would cup his dick-head,
before plunging it in again. My hand was
directing it so it hit the top of my pussy before
it slipped in again. I could see on James's face
that this had an increased effect on him. Now it
was his turn to let out small yelps at each
thrust. Soon he gave up the long thrusts, and
just worked it out into my now, well-lubricated
hand, and then back in again, in small, rabbit-
like movements.
He was close to coming when all of a sudden
another orgasm hit me like an express train. I
hadn't felt it coming, but just as he exploded,
so did I. I looked down in my hand and could see
the jet of semen shooting out into my hand when
the head was outside. I grabbed hard at it each
time it slipped into me, milking it of all the
semen. James was slowing down and my aftershocks
subsiding. Finally he stayed outside me, while I
rubbed the head up and down my pussy until he had
to take my hand away because he couldn't stand it
any more.
"I am glad to see you are enjoying it. The voice
came from behind James and belonged to Fiona.
James jumped, but didn't turn around. The
sentence was obviously directed towards me. "The
other girls used to scream in pain and
frustration at this point. That was the reason I
stopped my relationship with James. I was
revolted by what he was doing to those girls."
It felt all wrong sitting here like that with
James as she was standing leaning against the
doorway, observing the scene. I did notice
however, that she had my clothes in her hand. I
sat up.
"Fiona, now that you apparently have repaid your
debt to James, would you mind giving me back my
clothes." I was wiping my hand on James's back
getting rid of the handful of semen that had
collected in my hand. I was wondering how she
knew about the other girls. Had she been
involved in setting that up as well?
James stood back a bit. Still not turning round,
but watching me as I sat up. He pulled back a
bit as Fiona handed me my clothes. I put on the
bra and T-shirt while still sitting on the table.
"Hand me a towel or something," I said to James,
who obediently found a box of paper towels. I
wiped myself as clean as I could, not caring that
he was still watching me intently. Finally,
somewhat dryer, I jumped off the table and pulled
on my panties and shorts; I was dressed again the
first time in what seemed like hours, but in
reality had only been about an hour and a half.
I still had plenty of time to get home, but no
time to clean out the box or Bono.
"Fiona, since you were the cause of me using my
time in this way, you really have to do the
cleaning for me. I have to get home now. My dad
will kill me if I am late."
"Your dad would kill you if he knew what you had
been doing," she corrected me. "But yes, I'll do
that, no problem."
I looked at James who was still only staring at
me. His huge dick was now limp, but still large.
He hadn't turned around or even acknowledged
Fiona's presence.
He pulled me up against him, and looked down at
me.
"Jenny, I can't believe this happened. I was
dying to do this, and now I feel all bad about
it. Do you think you can forgive me?" He sounded
like he was really sorry, but I couldn't forgive
him.
"James, I will never forgive you. It was an
experience which I will always remember, and I
don't mind admitting that it was very, very good,
but I can't forgive you for the way it happened."
I pulled him down for a kiss, which turned out to
be longer than I had planned. When I finally
moved away from him, I noticed that his dick was
starting to get hard again. I turned, and in
passing Fiona on the way out, winked at her,
pointing at James's dick as I whispered in her
ear "Go for it". She just laughed at me, and
then I was out in the stables. I quickly got
onto my bike and before long I had put the farm
behind me, but I never was able to put the
experience behind me.
I had a fabulous vacation, and was happy to find
when I returned, that the guy I had met the night
before leaving, was still waiting for me when I
got home. I only went riding once after I got
home. I met both James and Fiona on that
occasion, and felt so uncomfortable that I felt
really bad about going back again. I never got
over that. I wanted to enjoy my new love without
being reminded of James or the way Fiona had
tricked me. I never made it back to the farm
after that. My dad thought it was just my new
boyfriend, and was slightly mad at me (as usual)
for giving it up after he had spent so much money
on horses and training. But, there you go,
that's what you can expect from teenage daughters
I guess.