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Authors name: Sleazy Liz (No address provided)
Story title : Riding Bareback
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I'm in my mid 20's, now, and my wedding is planned
for this September and I'm very excited about it.
Kevin, my fiancee, is the love of my life -- the most
wonderful man in the world -- and I could not love or
want him more than I do. We've known each other for
more than three years and we've been intimately for
almost a year. We were not virgins when we met.
My life and my mind are so filled with Kevin, I
hardly have room to remember Brad -- but I still do,
all the time... It's hard to believe, but I had my
first sexual experience with Bradabout a month before
my 12th birthday. My birthday is in June, so it was
probably in May, and I was still 11-year-old! Young
enough to think the ONLY love in my life would be a
horse.
I fell in love with horses so long ago, I can't
even remember when it happened. Novels and picture
books, photos and paint-by-numbers, stuffed and carved
-- my bedroom was full of horses!
My family didn't have horses, but the family living
down the road had horse property. Their youngest son
was Brad and he was a senior in high school at the
time. I was still in elementary school, but we rode
the same bus to the huge district school complex and I
walked past their house on the way to the bus stop
everyday.
Sometimes, since we were the only two people at that
bus stop, Brad would let me walk with him, but he never
talked very much and he'd never stop to let me visit
with the horses along the fence. I'd given names to
several of them and they would come when I called.
Finally, it must have dawned on him that I really did
like horses.
It was the last month of school for the year, and
the weather was much warmer than usual. One day, after
the bus dropped the two of us off, Brad asked me if I'd
ever ridden a horse. I told him that I had been on the
horse ride at the carnival. He laughed and asked me if
I'd like to ride a `real' horse.
Of course, I screamed, "Yes please!"
I loved that first time so much, it became a habit,
right away. On the way home from the bus stop, we'd
stop at Brad's house and he would give me a ride home
on one of their big horses.
We always rode bareback and I felt like a queen
sitting behind him. I'd wrap my arms around him real
tight and hang on for dear life. He was so strong and
gentle, and soon, he even seemed to actually like me.
I think Brad liked anyone who liked horses. He was the
star football player, an ace student, and all the older
girls went nuts over him. (Especially my older sister!)
I knew he dated a girl, Susanne, but she didn't
like horses. But, he liked me! I didn't realize it
then, but what I had was a very big crush.
Sometimes we wouldn't go straight to my house.
We'd ride for maybe an hour or so, and then he'd take
me home. One really hot day, we stopped by the creek,
far back on his parents' property, near where the trees
began.
We were hot and sweating when we dismounted, and I
kicked off my shoes and socks and ran, splashing, into
the creek. Brad stood there, watching me and laughing.
While I was standing bare-footed in the creek, Brad
smiled and asked me what I wanted to do next.
"I want to ride nude!" I said. "Both of us!" I
almost shouted it. I don't know why I said it, but I
knew I didn't want anything between me and the horse.
(or maybe me and Brad! I'm not even sure today which
it was.)
Brad snorted in surprise and he didn't believe me
at first, but I kept insisting that I did. Finally, I
shrugged indifference and told him that he would not be
the first naked man I'd seen. I'm sure he assumed that
I'd seen my father, but the truth was -- I'd never seen
a live naked man in my life!
I pretended not to watch him as he undressed, but I
did. He obviously wasn't interested in watching me,
and that made me more than a little unhappy. But as I
watched him, I quickly got over it. His body was
gorgeous!
He looked almost as strong as his horse and I'm
still not sure which expectation excited me more --
riding naked or being naked with Brad. As soon as I
put my arms around him, I was no longer in doubt. The
feel of both hard bodies against my bare skin was just
too much, and as we rode, I let one hand drop lower.
Today, when I masturbate, I still think about that
first afternoon and his wonderful mouth. My under-
standing of sexual matters, at the time, was almost
nothing. I didn't even know what a human male's
erection looked like. I barely had some genital hair
and I knew adults had much more. The only true sexual
thoughts I'd had -- until that afternoon -- were
thoughts about when I'd have breasts, like my older
sister.
When I let that hand drop, I had no idea what I'd
find and I still wonder what gave me the courage to do
it. He was soft and firm and warm, like nothing else
I'd ever felt in my hand before.
He pushed my hand away...several times. And then
what I was feeling felt even bigger and harder, and
then he didn't push my hand away any more. The harder
he got, the faster we rode, and the harder I held on
to him...until he exploded warm goo all over my hand,
and everything slowed down.
Yes, I was frightened. I was sure I'd hurt him,
his warm stuff was on my fingers, on his shoulders and
in his hair.
I was afraid to say anything. I was positive I'd
done something very wrong, and he'd yell at me if I
even opened my mouth. He stopped at the creek, again,
and told me to wash my hand. I was afraid to look at
him, I knew he was washing his face and chest.
Just as I was reaching for my clothes, I heard his
voice. He told me not to worry. I was almost crying
and he helped me sit down in the grass.
All of a sudden I'm in his arms, and I moved
closer, tighter into him, still scared. An instant
later, his long kiss sends my mind swimming down the
creek.
I feel the cool grass on my back, and then his face
moved away from my lips and I felt his mouth kissing,
moving down my body, until he was kissing me deeply
where I'd never been opened before, and I knew then
that I'd never be afraid of him again.
That was the very best summer of my life. Mom and
Dad gave me my very own horse on my 12th birthday, so
Brad and I would ride almost every day, and we'd always
stop by the creek. We never rode nude again.
At first, beside the noisy creek, I'd use my hand
on him and then I'd embrace his face with my thighs
until I was done. But, quickly, our loving matured.
Always afterwards, I'd hide myself in his arms, and
sometimes we would sleep there on a blanket.
It wasn't long before Brad let me kiss his massive
erection, and sfter the initial shock, I soon learned
to love how his stuff would fill my mouth and how he'd
moan as I swallowed ans sucked for more. What I was
doing for him made me so proud of myself.
By the end of June, we were having intercourse.
The first time, he held me over his body and lowered
me down over his hard flesh. I was slippery-wet and
hungry for him and it hurt only a tiny bit. And then
the pleasure flooded through my body, and I wanted it
to never stop.
We were both always ready for more. I could always
make him hard and he would always have me wet and
tingly in anticipation. Every day, at least once,
sometimes three or four times a day we would love each
other!
He went away to college in September. We didn't
talk about love or anything like that. I was smart
enough to know that I wasn't really in love with him,
although I loved doing it with him, and I loved what
he did to me.
I had several boyfriends in high school, but we
never had any kind of sex other than kissing and a few
feels. I always waited for Brad's return from college.
We were always there for each other whenever he came
home -- somedays it seemed like we made love contin-
uously, from dawn till after dusk.
But, after Brad graduated from college, when he was 22
and I was just 16, he got a job too far away to visit,
and I missed him so much -- so very, very much. We
wrote, but...
I met Kevin over three years ago, and I haven't
thought as much about Brad since. Brad introduced me
to, and gave me, the most wonderful pleasures... but I
never saw myself as his equal. He was always an adult,
a teacher, never a lover. But he is still my sweetest
and dearest friend, and he has my eternal thanks.
His legs were like trees, he had almost no hind-
quarters. He would carry me over the creek as easily
as he could carry himself. He picked me up like I was
nothing. His arms could cover me, and hide all of me.
His hands could cover my whole face. His chest seemed
bigger than my bed. I could sit in his hands -- were
they so big and strong, or was my butt so small? I
wish he would carry me again today.
No hair -- I had no hair that first Summer and he
made fun of me and told me I had no hair. But I did!
Yes, I had some... I had a few, I did!
He never made fun of my breasts, though, the ones
I didn't have when he first knew me. He watched them
grow that summer, he helped me grow, he loved me grow-
ing. His mouth, his tongue, his sharp teeth so pure
and white...he could make my nipples so hard. He told
me loving them the way he did would make them grow.
And his hard loving and sucking did.
Can anyone begin to imagine how much I loved watch-
ing Brad? Can anyone begin to imagine how much I loved
watching how huge he would grow in my small hands? His
massive balls were as heavy as those of his horse. And
his cock! How I loved his cock, his HUGE HARD COCK was
life itself!
There are no words big enough, or strong enough,
or hard enough, or long enough, or thick and fat enough
to describe the massiveness of him that I pumped with
my hands...or the first time I tried to capture some of
his eruption in my mouth. It was so pure, so much, so
real, so warm, so thick...so new. No pain, no fear,
no damage, no heartache... no death except that most
wonderful death of dying from his mouth and darting
tongue... the first time he put one finger in, deep...
and most of all -- the very first time I knew and took
him in fully. He was always in me so DEEP!
For years, I would close my eyes and see Brad so
big and strong and hard. I've often wished I had some
pictures of Brad, a film of the two of us by the creek
would be even more precious -- he was so good and so
big, both my hands weren't even enough. I wish I had
something so big and strong to hang onto this evening
and all night long.
It is such a shame that the wonderful beauty and
the most intense pleasure of those times were not
recorded in living color and real sound...the creek,
his voice, his gasps, his surrender and the raging
roar of his bull released.
Kevin's, I will have and hold and hear for the
rest of my life, but Brad was the first and his were
the first, and they will always be important for that.
Sometimes I wish I could be 12 again.
Things were so perfect then, no worries. Sometimes
I am afraid of the future - - marriage is forever. I
want Kevin forever, but I know things will not always
be perfect. First times are always the best and most
intense. Brad will never die in my mind, he will
always be the biggest... maybe only because I was so
small and it was all so new, maybe that is why he was
the best. No one can ever take him away from me. If
only I could see him one more time. If only he could
hold me one more time, If only I could be 12 again and
have him like I had him then.
-- Sleazy Liz, 3/92 --
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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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