Date: 11 Jul 2002 13:39:36 -0700 From: Jan 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 content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to repost them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2002 Jan. All Rights Reserved. Please mail to: janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future chapters. 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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