Stories

The Crush, A Story by Casual Rider

Back in the early 1990s, I had a weekend job at a riding school. It was a fun time and allowed me to indulge in something I enjoyed without the costs. The location was on the inside of a bay and was subject to tides, but it also gave us beaches to gallop up and down if the tides were right.

At the school, there were the people who owned and ran the place, regular clients for lessons and trailrides (many of which I knew from taking lessons and trailrides myself), other workers (one boy and a few girls between 13-15), and those who owned horses boarded at the school. One of the boarders was Lisa who would also work at the school to offset boarding costs.

Lisa was older than the other workers by a few years, fuller figured, wore her straight blond hair in a ponytail when she wasn't wearing a safety helmet, and (as I found out after a few weeks) had a crush on me. I found this out as she kept close to me nearly all the time in and out of the saddle. On the trail rides, I would take the last position, and Lisa was always with me. When we split the groups into those for experienced and less experienced riders, Lisa would always take the end position as well. When we were both at the end of the line, we were often riding leg-to-leg, and she would often place her hand on my leg while at the walk.

With hindsight, this could have been expected. I was over 21, but not quite 22, tall, muscular, and wore the gray polo shirt supplied by the school, black full seat jodhpurs and knee-high boots. Sometimes I would wear dark brown or navy blue jodhpurs, but the black sticky jods were the favourite. Lisa would also wear the school shirt, jodhpurs in beige, blue, brown, or black, or green full seat sticky jodhpurs, and short jodhpur boots. Her riding outfit showed her figure well, but I would have preferred her to wear the long boots like most of the other workers did.

For a few months, Lisa and I were often together to the point that were effectively teamed. She would often stick very close to me. So close that only our clothes separated us. Having a girl that close with both of us in riding clothes was a turn-on for me, and I think she knew it too.

One-day it was very hot and Lisa was arriving late that day. I went for a swim in the bay and snorkeled around watching the fish for about half-an-hour of the lunch break. I emerged from the water dressed only in speedos and holding my snorkeling mask and fins, and there was Lisa dismounted and holding her horse by the reins. She was in her riding clothes and said "Do you want a ride back the stables? The sand is so hot I can feel it through my boots." She knew that all I had with me was my snorkeling gear and a towel on the sand. "Yeah, sure, I replied. No point getting burnt feet crossing the sand."

We rode at the walk for about ten minutes. Lisa in the saddle, and me bare-back behind her with my arms around her waist. Playfully, she moved one of my hands to her leg, and taking her cue, slowly moved my hand up and down her thigh. "Feels good when I do it. Even better when you do it", she said. Once back at her stall at the stables, we dismounted and led her horse in. She then said, "change into your gear and meet me back here". I went back the change room and put on my riding gear. Then I walked back to Lisa's stall.

The stalls were an open shelter with a low fence dividing them. Half of the fenced area was under the shelter and the other half was in the open. The fence was so low that the horses could jump it if they wanted to but they were trained not to. I stepped over the gate section of the fence and walked to Lisa who was in the shade. She approached me and wrapped her arms around my waist while pulling me close to her. Her breasts were against my chest and I could feel her heat arising in her crotch against mine. I also wrapped my arms around her waist. She said "this is my price for the ride. Kiss me". We kissed like we both wanted to. Tongues exploring, her breasts swelling against my chest, our crotches only separated by our clothes but still feeling each other. My hands moved down over her buttocks and upper legs. While this was happening, her breathing increased and she held me tighter and tighter until she moaned heavily and released the kiss. We then held each other a little longer. Catching her breath, Lisa said "I'm glad I wore brown instead of beige today", and finished with a giggle. Then she rubbed a leather gloved hand over my penis, which was visibly erect under the jodhpurs, and added " I wish I could do something about that too." This resulted in a quick passionate kiss before we had to get ready for the afternoon trailrides.

The afternoon trails were the usual flurry of activity. The regular clients would look after themselves but the casual riders needed to be prepared. We would fetch their horse and take them over to a clear area and help them mount the horse and adjust their stirrups. After that we would have the client dismount and walk the horse to the side of the arena before starting the trail.

The first trail started with us taking the end position, making sure no-one fell off. This time we were riding almost constant leg-to-leg at the walk, and our hands would often be in others or gently caressing each other's leg. Once the groups split off, I would lead the less-experienced group and Lisa would take the tail of the group. We would let the riders experience some short trots and slow canters, but mostly walking. That suited the clients fine. Later we merged the groups for the last gallop before heading back to the stables.

The last gallop required leading the participants up a narrow track and turning to the right to head down a long sand dune almost to the water. Once there, they would turn their horses and gallop up to where the slow group was waiting. Because we were leading and tailing the slow group, Lisa and I would lead the gallopers down the dune. Being more experienced, we could hold the horses before the turn. Otherwise the horses would turn at any point and gallop to the top. We heard the other horses turn and break, held ours, and then turned them for the gallop.

A full gallop is exilhirating. The ride was less than a minute, but always fun. After letting the horses cool off for a minute, we waited until the group had headed home before taking the tail position. Lisa said softly "Hold up a moment", and planted another passionate kiss, and said "after that ride, I'm wet." We then trotted to catch up to the group. Actually, she trotted. The horse the school gave me couldn't trot, so I held him in a slow canter. Back at the walk, we resumed the leg-to-leg until we were back at the stables.

The second afternoon ride was for experienced riders only. Again we took the tail position but did not have much of a chance for the leg-to-leg. It was mostly cantering and galloping for nearly an hour. The tide was out so we were able to have full gallops down the beach. Cantering in the inner trails was a test of skill in flexing the horse in the turns. My horse great in the twisting parts. I could keep him in the canter through the turns and he would stretch his stride for lightning acceleration in the straights. And to finish up before taking the horses in, we did the final gallop but started at the end of the beach, and made the turn onto the dune before pulling them up at the end. While we waited for the group to move down the trail, Lisa moved her horse so we were right-side to right side and slipped her hand between my inside knee and the saddle. I did the same and she moved her horse forward a step so my hand was now under her crotch. "There's more of that later," she said low and soft, and she moved her hand up to my erect penis for a quick rub through the jodhpurs while grabbing a quick snog before catching up to the group.

Back at the stables, we had to unsaddle the horses, put the saddles, bridles, and rugs away into the tack room, and then take the horses back to their stalls. Most of the horses would make their own way to their stalls and wait for us to let them in. Then there was the afternoon mucking, feeding, and watering time. This was a well planned operation. One group would grab a long hose and refill all of the water barrels. Another group would have started the afternoon mucking out, leaving the barrels outside the stalls, and the owner of the stables would drive a tractor around towing a trailer with the feed. The tractor has a front-end loader. The muck barrels were emptied into the front bucket. The feed and hay biscuits were dropped into the bins in the stalls, and the empty feed buckets returned to the trailer. On the last line of stalls, the feeding crew would catch up to the watering and mucking crews, even allowing for the front-end bucket to emptied several times.

This last hour of the day was always tiring, especially on hot days you were exhausted and dehydrated at the same time. Soon after the feeding, most of the other workers would have been picked up by their parents, along with those who also boarded horses there. Lisa had not yet started to learn to drive and had to wait for her father, who had called earlier to say he would be over half and hour late. As a senior, I had to wait until all workers had been picked up before I could go home.

All of the younger workers had been picked up and I was walking past the stalls. Lisa was brushing down her horse and putting on the rugs. She was the only person I had to wait for before I could leave. After she finished, she took off her working gloves and replaced them with her leather riding gloves. I was inside the stall sitting on the beam that divided the outside of her horse's stall from the others. The divider in the covered section was the full height of the stall. She approached me, grabbed my hands and led me to the back wall of the covered section of the stall.

Once there, she stepped in closer and moved her right arm around my back while I moved my left hand around her waist to her buttocks. Her left hand grabbed my right hand and she placed my hand on her left breast. Taking the invitation, I caressed her breast and rubbed her nipple with my gloved fingers. Her left hand caressed my upper chest through my workshirt, and she started to move her hand lower. By now we were passionately kissing while moving our hands lower. I felt her hand move over my waistband and gently stroke my hard erection through the jodhpurs. My hand then moved from her hip to her crotch and started to stimulate her through her jodhpurs too. Both of us were not cleanskin (no underwear) today but we were both getting aroused. Lisa then moaned and squealed but still maintained the kiss. The squeals increased in tempo until she released the embrace with her body shivering with the effect of her orgasm. "I've masturbated myself in the past, but having someone do it for you is something else. My turn for you now," she said as she squatted down, unzipped my fly, and released my penis from the underpants. She stared at it for a moment and started to lick the pre-cum from the end. Then she took about a third into her mouth, released, and more, almost half, before settling down to a rhythm that had her sucking about two-thirds to three-quarters of my cock while she rubbed my thighs and calves through my jodhpurs and boots with her gloved hands. This stimulation was too much and I warned her that I was about to cum. She pulled back so only the head was in her mouth and she swallowed the load. She stood up and took a drink of water from a bottle as I tucked my penis back into my pants. We then had another passionate kiss until stopped by the sound of the horn from her father's car. Although I had came, the kiss had given me another hard-on. As Lisa broke the kiss she said, "Things were going so well. See you next week lover." She grabbed her backpack and other stuff and ran for the parking lot.

The next few weeks were very pleasant with us continuing to be teamed together and ending the day with mutual masturbation and a blow-job. At this time, I was between jobs and both of us volunteered for a riding camp that went for a week during this time.

The camp was open to people who boarded their horses, or those who could hire a school horse for the duration of the camp. Others would temporarily board their horses at the camp for the week while participating. Some would stay at the stables overnight, while others would go home at the end of the day and return early (like 6:30-7:00am) the next morning.

The work I did was actually voluntary, but the working at the camp the stable would give us nominal payment, and some bonuses from the saddlery shop that opened a stall at the stables. They would give the workers stuff that was too-old, often from previous seasons, to sell but still good enough to use. Otherwise, they would have thrown the stuff out. Also, they would make a lot of sales from people attending the camps. Most of the kids at the camp were girls from 12 to 15. There were some boys, but they numbered less than a quarter. Most of the girls wore beige jodhpurs and beige or white shirt or turtleneck skivvy. Short jodhpur boots, white helmet, and occasional gloves completed the outfit. Some would wear brown or blue, or even green, jodhpurs during the week, and the older ones would wear long boots, usually rubber or synthetic. The boys would wear similar clothes. There was a problem in being able to see the staff immediately. For the workers at the camp, beige jodhpurs were out because so many clients wore them. The stall had a end-of-line on a batch of better synthetic boots, but in a dark brown instead of black. All of the workers got a pair each. And they made sure they were a good fit too. What made them fit better was that most of these boots had a recessed zip on the inside, and this made them much easier to wear and remove, at the cost of not being able to walk through puddles. We also received three pairs of jodhpurs each on the end of line stock. They were poly-cotton, but in a ribbed or corduroy weave, high waists, and with much longer kneepads which started only an inch or two from the crotch and went down almost to the ankle. The colours we had were black, brown, blue, and green. And matching turtleneck tops. Lisa and myself could not get blue in our sizes, but other colours were also not available for some of the other staff. At a discount, Lisa and I also bought riding gloves and helmet covers to match the boots. We would use the jodhpurs and shirts we brought with us for the other days.

There were only three guys on the staff including myself, the owner of the stables, and the third was a boy of about 13 who had the almost undivided attention of two of the other staff girls who were about 13-14. Those two girls were known as the "brat-pack" because of their attitude to others. Some of the other staff were about 14-16, but Lisa was older than that group by another half-year plus. Girls in their low-teens can be a bit bitchy, and some of them were no exception. I got along well with most of the others. The exception being was the brat-pack. But they didn't get along with the rest of the staff much either. Lisa was too old for the junior workers but not quite old enough for the senior workers. The other senior worker was a full-time staffer. She was OK to work with, but there was nothing else between us. The other senior staff were full-time paid people or partners in the business.

Most of the staff had games and competitions organized. Considering the age of most of attendees and the junior workers, they were popular. But the older campers and workers were not particularly interested so Lisa and I would take them out for trail rides. The older group had about a thirds mix of brought in horses, boarders, and school horses. But they were all fairly experienced riders. The older ones in jodhpurs and long boots looked very attractive but that was one of several complications I could do without. As a part of the camp, all attendees had to help with cleaning, saddling, feeding, watering, etc. But with so many hands available, the jobs were done very quickly.

The first day was for registrations, accommodation allocation, horse assigning, and all of the other tasks that need to be done. It was also the day we received the clothing from the saddlery sponsoring the event. They also made a good amount in sales as well. For that day I wore a green polo shirt, brown jodhpurs, long black boots, and when in the saddle, my old black leather riding gloves and black helmet. Lisa wore a yellow polo shirt, brown jodhpurs, brown short jodhpur boots, riding gloves, and a white helmet. After the clothing issue, we left the gear along with our bags in our assigned sleeping location, which was the loft above her horse's stall. The loft had a low ceiling. Not enough for either of us to stand. But we could lock it to keep our stuff safe. We were able to go on a few trail rides to stop people getting bored and restless. The other times we would find a private spot, not easy with the number of people about, for a quick snog and feel session. Because it was a long day, we went to sleep early, in separate sleeping bags. We had to wake up about 5:30am to get a shower and dressed before starting the morning jobs. Considering I'd been awake since 4:30am to drive to the stables, sleep was easy.

It was the second day of the camp. The morning events worked out well. We were wearing the new outfits we had been given. Both of were wearing green turtleneck long-sleeved shirts (not skivvies as they were too hot), green jodhpurs, the long brown boots, which Lisa looked really hot in, the brown riding gloves, which went about 2 inches past the wrist. We had the brown covers on our helmets. We were known as team green for the day. There was also teams blue, brown, and black. All of the volunteer workers wore their brown boots, which actually looked good against the black and the other colours. It also said how much better they were than the cheap rubber boots most of them wore.

After a morning of taking out a small group and us taking the end position on the second trail ride, we were enjoying the shade in Lisa's horse's stall at lunchtime. The shade also covered a part of the rail fence between the stalls and we were sitting on the top rail and our feet were out in front of us on the ground. Lisa was sitting to my right, with my right hand on her butt and outer right leg. She had he left hand stoking up and down the inside of my right thigh, occasionally brushing my stiffening penis. Both of us were cleanskinning today, not wearing underwear. It is a great way to ride. And some girls get very aroused from it. Lisa looked as through she was very aroused.

"You look great in those boots," I told her. "These boots are also making me horny," she replied, "and they are doing the same to you. Your boots or mine?" I will admit to getting aroused from riding pants and boots, but this was something else, and finally seeing Lisa in long boots was also making me horny too. "Both," I replied. "If you want more inches, you'll have to stroke it." "I'd like to lover, but I want you later." To have a nearly 17 year old girl, over the local age of consent, admit so openly she wanted me was a surprise, with only the last few weeks lessening the shock slightly.

At this point she turned to face, straddling my legs hers and her crotch was against my cock, now with an erection that was so hard it was almost painful. Feeling her boots through mine, and her legs with mine only separated with our jodhpurs was very arousing. Her gloved hands were caressing my chest through my shirt. My gloved hands were stroking the back of her thighs through the riding pants. Our lips moved closer for another passionate kiss and we heard our names being called from the office.

Kelly, the wife of the school's owner, called us over. She was petite, but had the athletic build of someone who was used to stable work. Long wavy blond hair framed an attractive face, and she almost always wore jodhpurs, even when not riding. One of the staff asked her why she wore them even though she was not riding that day. She said she wore them to look the part. She wore jodhpurs as casually as most people would wear jeans. Just as well Lisa was in front of me to cover my hard-on. Kelly asked Lisa "do you know the Fisher's Harbour trail?" The Fisher's Harbour trail went to a small cove on the sea side of the bay. The trail ride to there typically took about two hours and was only ever used on summertime Friday evenings. Because of my work, I could never go on those rides, and I would be charged like any other client. Lisa said she did know the trail and Kelly told her to take me on the trail. And on top of that, we didn't have to be back until the last trail ride, which was nearly two-and-a-half hours away.

The trouble with most trail rides is the waiting for the groups to catch up before you can do the next section. With small groups, there's less waiting, and you cover more ground in the same time. The normal two hours for the Fisher's Harbour trail was to make allowance for a group of about 20 riders, and plenty of time to walk the horses across the road that ran past the school. The road could be very busy at times and waiting for a decent gap could take some time.

Lisa and I went off the saddle our horses. We had removed the saddles and bridles to let the horses cool off during the lunch break. The horse the school gave me to use was a chestnut coloured thoroughbred gelding. I had him because he was a known troublemaker and could be difficult to ride. Over a few months, we got used to each other and formed that near mythical symbiotic bond between horse and rider. The training was fairly simple. If he behaved himself, I wouldn't hit him. It sounds cruel, but it was only an open handed slap with a gloved hand across the withers. To a horse, it was nothing more than gentle tap, but it was enough to get his attention. I also learned to ride without a crop or spurs considering the crop something unnecessary and if given one, would leave it stuck down the top of my boot. Spurs might be necessary but not at the level of my ability. I could use heels, flexion, and weight shift to achieve control. I worked out why the horse was a troublemaker. He wanted to lead the group, and he found out with me there was a good chance he would lead. I also liked his movement. He would go straight from a fast walk into a slow canter. He couldn't trot to save his life, but I didn't mind. Working with him I could keep him a canter pace at walking speed which was good because he would alter his stride to change speed. He had thrown a few riders, but they were people who would sit deep and forward in the saddle, which he didn't like. Working together, he became my favourite horse at the school. He had good confirmation and his tack was a classic brown leather general purpose saddle with a standard bridle.

Lisa and I walked our horses to the arena first. We now had our helmets on and she had braided her hair from the neck down. I helped her mount her horse and then mounted mine. We rode around the arena for a few minutes, running the horses through some circuits and figure-8s at the walk, trot (or what my horse thought was a trot), and slow canter. We walked them for a few minutes and dismounted to check the tack for any looseness. She looked great during the ride and we both caught the other watching us. Then we walked the horses from the arena, through the carpark, and to the road. There was no traffic so we were able to walk across the road and about 25 metres down the trail before mounting the horses.

After we mounted the horses, Lisa moved close for a quick kiss, and said "I'll lead, so you can enjoy staring at my ass. But it's only fair because I was staring at yours on the morning rides." The start of the trail was narrow enough that only single-file was possible, and I was enjoying the view of her ass, in jodhpurs, in the saddle, and those long brown boots covering her calves. She caught we staring and gave a wink and a smile. I saw that she only had one hand on the reins. I couldn't see the other hand, but she must have been masturbating herself through the jodhpurs because after a few minutes her back straightened and she tilted her head back. Although the trail had now widened enough for us to ride side-by-side, I kept back for the time being to let her enjoy herself. After recovering, she slowed to let me catch up.

As we rode leg-to-leg at the walk, I asked her "was that good for you"? "You, the boots, the riding, the clothes, this is all making me really horny." She added "I've always liked riding. The jodhpurs are comfortable and practical. When I saw you on the first day, I started a crush on you. I mean, a guy who could ride, ride well, and wear the proper gear. It made me feel good." She started to blush as she continued. "Then you actually talked to me, and didn't treat me as a child. You treated me with respect, and that you looked really hot in riding clothes makes me really have it for you." "You were one of the few people who was nice enough to talk to me when I started here. But this can be awkward for both of us. That's why I have not responded to you earlier. And you look really hot in that outfit. You should have worn long boots earlier." "I could never get the pull-on boots to fit properly, and the rubber ones are really uncomfortable as your legs sweat under them. What's your story then." "This combined two fascinations. I could ride almost after being able to walk, and have always taken every opportunity to go riding. But jeans are not comfortable. I liked the look of proper riding clothes and liked how they had comfort, function, and really showed off the figure. Even pictures of people in riding clothes, girls in particular, would make me aroused. I bought some gear a while a go and decided to use it actually riding. I rode here for a while before they owners asked if I wanted to work here." "I agree with you about the jeans. These zip-up boots are better than pull-ons, but the close fit is making me hot." "I'll agree with you. With the pull-on long boots, you end up with your jodhpurs bunched around your knees. I like the zip-ups as well, and they are making me horny too." She looked at my penis, well erect and with pre-cum making a small wet patch. "We'd better hurry to then end of the trail them," she said with an impish grin.

We proceeded at a canter for the rest of the trail, but walked the horses for the last few minutes. After finding a secluded location, we dismounted the horses and tied them to a tree. Lisa grabbed a rolled blanket she had tied to back of her saddle and spread it out on some clear ground. We removed the riding helmets and dropped them on a corner of the blanket. Lisa stood with her hands on her hips and her feet shoulder width apart facing away from me. I walked up behind her and put my arms under hers and gently massaged her breasts from behind. I kissed he behind her ear and down her neck. She took one hand from her breasts and with her hand moved it to her crotch while my penis was nestled in the crease between her ass cheeks. She turned her face towards mine and we passionately kissed, tongues exploring each others mouths while her other hand reached back to rub my leg. With both of us fully clothed, even to the gloves, we were aroused. She then broke the embrace and led me to the blanket, were we both lay down and resumed a tight front-on passionate embrace. Our hands were caressing each other bodies. Backs, legs, chest. She guided my hand to her crotch again and we masturbated each other through our jodhpurs again. In a few minutes, I was ready to shoot my load and Lisa undid the unusually long zip on her jodhpurs which exposed her crotch around to her anus.

"This will be a memorable first time. Certainly better than a quick fuck after school before mum gets home," she said. "Your first time," I asked her. "Yes, and better than my friend's first time. Riding. Hot guy. And almost a week of it," she said opening her legs. I opened the fly on my jodhpurs and got into position. "Be gentle lover," she said as I slowly entered her. She was really hot. Although a virgin, she was so wet my cock slid into her easily. Opening the maidenhead caused her to give a little whimper but we kept going. Making love with both of us still wearing our riding clothes was so good. We could feel each other, but the clothes made it a bit more erotic. I was now working her slowly, and she shuddered with her first vaginal orgasm. We passionately kissed as the waves of the orgasm washed over her. "You haven't cum yet lover, and I want more, hard, and fast," she said once she had got her breath back. This time instead of long, slow, gentle movements, I thrusted in and out of her with an increasing tempo. After she orgasmed twice, I came inside her. We held the embrace while kissing like there wasn't going to be a tomorrow.

I then withdrew from her and we lay side-by-side for a few minutes. "That was great lover. This is going to be a good week," she said. Then rolled on top and kissed again while she ran her hand to my cock. I was started to go soft, but being gently stroked by her quickly made me hard again. She still hadn't zipped up her jodhpurs either. "I have an idea," she said as she stood and led me over to a large fallen log. She had me sit on the log as though I was riding. My cock was fully erect at this time. Then she lowered her vagina onto my cock, taking in my whole length. It must have stretched her to take all of me, but the look of pleasure of her face meant she was enjoying it. "Now this is riding with a passion," she said as she worked on her rhythm. Neither of us were touch the ground, so gravity was assisting. She continued to ride my cock, using her boots against mine for leverage. A short while later, she shuddered in a strong orgasm. As this happened, we embraced tight and kissed as hard as we could. As her vagina constricted with the orgasm, I came inside her again. We continued the kiss and the embrace as the waves of pleasure from the orgasm continues to wash over us.

She dismounted and we zipped up our jodhpurs, rolled the blanket and secured it to Lisa's saddle. Put on our helmets, but walked on foot leading the horses for a while. Lisa did not feel like riding the horse for the moment. We walked along, one hand leading the horse, and the other in the other's hand. Eventually we mounted the horses and kept to the slow movements with a few slow canters. The trip back was slower than the trip out, but even including our love-making, we were back earlier than we had to be.

We had about half an hour before the last trail ride of the day. Lisa went up into the loft for a few minutes while I was helping with some yard work. The trail was fun, with some full gallops down the beach, and some cantering on the inner trails. Finished with the soft-sand gallop, and back to the stables. It was mostly the older kids, a few of the younger ones who had enough of the games for the day, and most of the boys. By the way the girls, especially the younger ones, were giggling and smirking, they had noticed what tight riding clothes does to boys, especially in their early teens. After the ride was the cleaning, feeding, and watering for horses and the stalls. Those who overnighted at home were picked up by their parents and the rest of us had a barbecue and salad dinner.

Afterwards, we all sat around a fire. The brat-pack were playing with their toyboy, tongue-kissing and rubbing him through his jodhpurs. Some of the other boys were getting attention from the girls. Others were looking uncomfortable. I had Lisa to my right, and the next oldest girl, Lyndle to my left. Lyndle had a much slimmer and more athletic, figure than Lisa, was also taller, almost as tall as me, and had long strawberry-blonde hair she always wore loose. As the group began to split off to their sleeping places, Lyndle gave me a peck on the cheek and said "See you tomorrow." I can tell you now, nothing further came out of that.

Lisa and I went to the loft above her stall. She had combined our sleeping bags into one large sleeping bag by zipping them together. We got our clothes ready for the next day, we had to wear black because of the colour rotation, black jodhpurs, shirt, gloves, and helmet cover for Lisa as my helmet had a black base colour. We unzipped the boots and put them with the next day's clothes, peeled off our jodhpurs, shirt, and gloves, and slipped into the sleeping bag. We lay there cuddling at first, and then kissing. I could feel her crotch heat rising, which meant she was getting horny again. Her hand moved down my chest to my now hard penis, which she started to delicately stroke as well continued to tongue-kiss. My hand went to her crotch and gently massaged her clitoris and the sensitive patch just inside her vagina. Then I broke the kiss and sucked on one breast while squeezing the nipple of the other between the thumb and forefinger of my other hand. With this stimulation, she grabbed the hand that was fingering her vagina and pushed it in hard. "Now lover," she moaned. I entered her slowly and moved in a slow rhythm. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me closer. We kissed passionately while making love slowly. After several orgasms, she asked me to fuck her hard again. We built-up the tempo until she orgasmed again and I came inside her. We then cuddled and caressed each other. For a while we could hear the sounds of others doing similar things. There was the buzz of vibrators in use, and the sounds of boy-on-girl, and girl-on-girl action. "I wonder if they'll know the difference between having sex and making love," said Lisa as she rolled off to sleep.

The next morning, we had to satisfy ourselves with a quiet quickie, but Lisa did enjoy that too. Then a quick shower and to get dressed before the morning chores. That was the rest of the week. Riding, sex, and a great time with a girl who looked hot in riding clothes.

Did it end happily ever after? For a few months we did continue to see each other at school. But Lisa had a disagreement with the owners of the school and wrote a blistering letter that mentioned me. The owners kept on mentioning the letter, even though I knew nothing about it, and I eventually had to ask them to read the letter. Once they did, I successfully defended my position saying that Lisa was one of the few people who was nice to me when I started, and I had no reason not to be nasty to her in return. Although Lisa's horse was still boarded at the stable, I didn't see her again until after I left the school.

I had to leave the school because I had a new job, but with longer hours than before. Full-time work and a busy weekend, something had to give, and it was the weekend job. When I told the owner, he said he expected this to happen when I told them about the job, and thanks for all the effort. I thanked him for the opportunity and arranged a double-trail ride for the next Sunday.

At the end of the trail, I caught up with Lisa, and we said farewell to each other. The last kiss was a tonsil scorcher, but we didn't go further. I saw the owner before leaving and he told me he realised how much work I did after I left. We shook hands and closed a chapter of my life.

The Golden Oak Hunt, A Story by Classy Chick

My name is Laura, and I am a five-foot eight-inch attractive blonde with a slender body. I am looking forward to starting riding with the Golden Oak Hunt, which is located at an exclusive riding facility in Northern California and close to San Francisco. The facility has upscale housing overlooking the lush grounds of the riding facility/club called North Valley Club. The club is surrounded by an upscale gated community, and all the new members bought small houses in this neighborhood. The senior members lived in the gorgeous mansions overlooking the grounds. Everybody kept their horses at the facility’s stalls. I had a horse since I was six. I left it behind when I went to Columbia and worked in NY for two years after graduation. I took a Marketing job at a web-based company near Silicon Valley. I do a lot of work from home, and thus have more time for riding. I enjoy this flexible schedule. I rode hunter-jumpers my whole life and throughout college. I got a pair of Ariat Crowne Pro field boots before I started college. Surprisingly they are still in great shape. I just bought a pair of Konigs dressage boots because I just started taking dressage lessons. I will continue my learning at North Valley Club.

I enjoyed riding at Columbia. I made some close friendships with my fellow riders. I keep in touch with all my teammates. Everybody was female, except for Ken. Ken was gay, but he is a really nice guy. We were good friends. He thought Carl, my now fiancée, was really good-looking. Anyways I love Carl, and we had some wild times when I rode in college. Carl was really horny, just like any college male. We had sex more often on days when there were horse shows or when I came back home from riding practice. I always wore breeches and tall boots for lessons. Carl was really supportive of my riding. He came to every horse show. He was really nice to me, and he always polished my boots at the shows. When even a little smudge of dirt got on them, he wiped them down with a soft hand towel. Of course I indulged him by always giving him blowjobs. We would not leave the apartment for a show without me giving him a blowjob. Of course I had on my show attire, which consisted of the Ariat Crowne field boots (field boots are a must for college hunter-jumpers), tight beige/ivory full-seat breeches, white show shirt with my initials monogrammed on the collar, a yellow vest, and a navy blue riding coat with brass buttons. I only wore the velvet helmet when I rode. I always was a bit self-conscious on horse show dates because I would always get wet down there when I orally pleased Carl. Eventually the wetness would dry up. I did not want to change my thong panties. I would at the end of the day after coming home. Sometimes during breaks at the show Carl and I would go sit inside his SUV and talk. The talks ended n me giving him a blowjob. Of course I wiped my mouth after the blowjobs and also used mouthwash to goggle my mouth. There were some occasions when we would go for a walk to the outskirts of the horse show venue and we would have sex. He would do me doggie style, and I would bend and grab the trunk of a tree with my arms. After doing me, he would walk around, kneel in front of me, and go down on me. I would moan loudly for a half-hour and finally explode, getting Carl’s face drenched. I pulled up my thing panties and breeches and walked back to join my teammates. Carl went to the bathroom to freshen up before coming back to join the team and its fans. I also stopped at the bathroom to adjust my clothes. Those were great times riding, even the daring sex at the horse shows. We never got caught in four years.

Today was Friday afternoon in May. Today was orientation. I heard rumors about orientation being tough, and nobody leaves the club. The Golden Oak Hunt rides regularly as a group on the grounds of North Valley. Dressage uniform is mandatory, and the coat must be waist-length (no Shadbelly). This club is the most exclusive one in Northern California. The women are highly connected and/or have/had husbands who are connected. The club has its benefits professionally, and I may do grad school in the future or look for another form at which to work. Since I lived within walking distance from the club, I walked there. It is impossible to drive in dressage boots, so I left the Lexus SUV at home. I had a 2,000 square-foot home here. I was looking good in my dressage outfit. I wore a white shirt with my monogrammed initials. I carried my dressage hat and my long riding crop. A couple of cars slowed down to stare at me as I was walking. I loved the look of equestrian attire, but I am too self-conscious to wear it away from a riding club or horse show venue. I finally got to the club. We met at the restaurant at the club. It was just the members of the hunt. There were four newcomers, including me. Julie, Marcia, and Nancy were the other new members. They were apprehensive about orientation. Maybe I should call orientation initiation. The club had a total of twenty members, and nobody was absent. Everybody wore dressage uniforms. Four of the ladies had custom dressage boots with the fronts that stood stiff and upright and covered their knees. These boots were identical to what the Lippizaner riders wore. These women are the officers of the club, and they were in their late thirties or early forties. They looked impressive. Most of the members were blondes with blue/light green eyes. There were some brunettes and one Mexican-American. One of the seven brunettes was a new member, and her name is Marcia. The seniors with the really tall boots are named Doreen, Cynthia, Sarah, and Lisa. They are gorgeous blondes with varying hair lengths. Lisa was the leader, and she spoke. Lisa went through all the rules and regulations and membership dues. We would go for a long trail ride as a group, and the four newcomers would be initiated afterwards. We left the restaurant/lounge and mounted our horses. After a long and relaxing ride, we got back to the stables. I felt somewhat aroused today for some reason. The stable woman Tina, an attractive five-foot eleven-inch brunette who was big-boned and appeared to be chunky but was not, handed Julie, Marcia, Nancy, and I towels. Lisa ordered us to clean up our boots. Cynthia, who seemed strict, ordered us to clean the boots of the rest of the riders. We each picked a woman and wiped down her boots. Finally each one of us paired off with an officer and wiped down their boots. This was the first time I ever touched someone’s boots. I always had my boots cleaned and polished by someone else. Back home I had a stable girl named Conchita who always cleaned my boots. Well, now here I am cleaning Lisa’s boots. She looked magnificent, especially in those boots. I could not stop staring at these boots. I wanted to kiss them. Now I understand why Carl was so horny when he saw me in tall boots. I may have slightly drooled. At times I would look up at Lisa. She had a smile on her face. She tickled my chin with her riding crop. After we finished boot cleaning, Tina gave us damp towels to clean up our hands. Cynthia was the second-in-command. She ordered us to walk into the stables and each stand in front of one of the last four empty stalls. Doreen ordered us to pull down our breeches and bend over on the stack of hay in front of each stall. The four of us did as we were ordered. Four of the riders took their riding crops and whipped our bare behinds. We still had our thong panties on; only our breeches were pulled down. The four ladies continued to whip us. It stung, and I thought I was bleeding for sure. I was feeling more aroused, and I was starting to get tingly down there. Doreen said that we were spoiled, snotty little cunts and that we needed to learn manners and discipline. Julie screamed the whole time, and Nancy kept sobbing. A half-hour later Doreen ordered the four ladies to stop whipping. She ordered them to put lotion on our spanked bottoms and rub it well. Their smooth hands were comforting, but the lotion stung on the badly struck skin. These women told us that we were fine and that there was no bleeding. The women were good at whipping, and it was one of the skills of being in the club. Doreen ordered us to pull up our breeches and for each of us to go inside an empty stall. A few minutes later each of the four whippers entered one of the stalls with a strap-on attached and closed the stall door behind them. Becky ordered me to turn around, pull down my breeches, and to bend over on the hay. Becky then got closer to me and pulled down my panties. She pulled out a tube of KY lubricant and rubbed it around my anus and inside my anus. I felt chills throughout my body because of the cold lubricant. I was breathing more heavily as Becky fingered my anus. She then slapped some warm lotion on my bottom cheeks. This hurt because my skin was so sensitive. Yet I got more aroused and wet. Becky now got on top of me and penetrated me. She kept thrusting back and forth, and I was screaming. I was in pain, but it felt good. I was freaking out that my anus was ripped apart and that I would bleed to death. A half-hour later Becky stopped fucking me anally. She unstrapped her strap-on and walked in front of me. Another woman walked into the stall and closed the door. Linda picked up the strap-on and put it on. Becky ordered Linda to fuck me. Linda got on top of me and fucked me vaginally doggie-style. I was moaning loudly and feeling good. Becky pulled down her breeches and thong and ordered me to lick her. I had to strain my neck to look up at her pussy. I went to work, and it was hard to firmly keep my tongue there because I was getting fucked by Linda. Finally Linda stopped, and I was drenched down there. But I did not yet have a full orgasm. Linda and Becky walked out holding hands. Linda left the strap-on behind. Now Audrey walked in and put on the strap-on. She wiped down the strap-on. Audrey ordered me to sit on the stool that was near one wall of the stall. I sat there and stretched my booted legs out. I could not bend my legs because of these stiff dressage boots. Audrey walked over to me with her strap-on attached and ordered me to suck her. I did and kept bobbing back and forth. I was darn good at giving blowjobs. I had ample experience. Audrey made sure I was keeping the strap-on deep in my mouth. She even slightly pushed my head back and forth. After a few minutes a gooey load was shot in my mouth. Audrey ordered me to swallow it. I did, and it had no taste. This man-made cum was so realistic. Audrey removed the strap-on. Lisa entered the stall and walked up to Audrey and French kissed her. Audrey left the stall and closed the door behind her. Lisa said, “Sweetie, come up here and sit in front of me. I want you to kiss me good.” I got up off the stool and sat on the floor. Lisa put a cushion on the floor for me to rest my bottom on. Lisa pulled down her breeches. I then pulled down her panties and went to work. Becky was the first time I touched a woman orally. That was an appetizer. Lisa wanted me to really go to work, and I did. I kissed her inner thighs and flicked my tongue tip on her clitoris. I also kept sticking two fingers in and out of her pussy. She suddenly said, “Ooooh.” I kept licking her labia and flicked her clit again. After several minutes I went to work on Lisa's clit. She moaned and groaned and oohed and aahed. An hour later Lisa had a sudden series of orgasms and came. My face was drenched, as was my shirt collar. Lisa told me to put a bundle of hay on the hay stack and sit on it. I did as instructed, while Lisa pulled up her white laced thong panties and breeches. She told me to pull down my breeches. Then Lisa walked closer to me and reached with her hands and pulled down my panties. She went to work on me. I now understand that Lisa could not bend her legs at all with these really tall boots. This was my first time receiving oral sex from a woman. My stable girl back home got exuberant once after polishing my boots, and she kissed my boots, my inner thighs, and finally my panty and breech-covered mound. Nothing happened besides me breathing a little louder. We hugged and French kissed when I left home for college. Conchita also went to college and is now an accountant in Philadelphia. Anyways Lisa was working on me, and I was moaning loudly. I also kept saying “Yesss” loudly. The guys, even my dear Carl, never licked me so good. After ninety minutes I had a thundering series of orgasms and came. Lisa licked me clean down there. She helped me off of the tall stack of hay. Now I was standing on the ground. She told me to pull up my panties and breeches. Lisa pulled me closer and hugged me. She said, “Laura, sweetie, welcome to the club. You are a good girl and a worthy member. I want us to be really good friends.” I hugger her tightly and pulled her close to me. Lisa, who is 40, looked exactly like me, expect her hair was shoulder-length and more sandy-blonde. I kissed Lisa on the lips, and she kissed back. We then slipped out tongues in each others mouths. After ten minutes we stopped kissing and Lisa said we should go home. She invited me to stay the night at her house. Lisa had a mansion overlooking the grounds, and she got it in a divorce. Her husband supposedly worked too much, but he ended up having an affair with a young investment banker. He Left Lisa for her. We walked out of the stall holding hands. Now everybody stood in the hallway. Sarah said congratulations and welcome to all of us. She, however said that there was one last thing. Sarah was not happy with Julie’s attitude, so she had a punishment for her. Julie was five-foot two-inches, and she seemed stuck up. Turns out Julie was bitchy to Tina and ordered her to polish her boots and kiss them. Now Julie would pay the price. Sarah called over Tina, who was now dressed up in dressage attire. Tina is a pretty Mexican-American and is tall. Sarah told Tina to stand still. Sarah ordered Julie to clean and kiss Tina’s dressage boots. Julie sobbed and pleaded that she was sorry. Sarah insisted, and Julie went to work. After Julie finished, Sarah ordered Tina to pull down her breeches and panties. Sarah then ordered Julie to eat out Tina. Julie did, and a half-hour later Tina had a loud orgasm. We all clapped loudly. Tina’s face blushed with embarrassment. Tina pulled up her thong panties and breeches. Julie got up sobbing and walked out of the stable while still crying. Lisa and I walked back to her house/mansion slowly and holding hands. I know that I am engaged, but Carl has been away in Hong Kong for the past year on assignment. We are still engaged, but he will not commit to a wedding date. I am not going to let go of Lisa’s hand. Lisa said that we need to take a nice, warm shower together and get a good night’s sleep. She said that she will make breakfast for both of us. We need our rest and energy for the hunt tomorrow. Lisa said the first hunt after initiation is tough because of the lingering effects of the “initiation”. I was also walking slowly because of all the sex. I never had anal sex before until today. Lisa told me about her initiation fifteen years ago. She loved the club and has stayed in it since. She has slept with all of the current and former members, but never had a relationship with any of them. Lisa was emotionally withdrawn recently because she divorced her husband. The divorce was finally settled three months ago. It was nine o’clock now. We both would eat something light and freshen up. Wow, what an initiating evening. The sex was fabulous. I believe Lisa and I will be really good friends. The End for now.

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My Years of College Riding, A Story by Classy Chick

My name is Matt, and I just started college in Northern California at a small college. I recently joined the equestrian team. I worked one summer at a stable near where I lived. I got to see all the pretty rich girls in town at the club, and all clad in boots and breeches. They did not give me the time of day, except for ordering me around, making fun of me, and making me do demeaning things such as kissing the bottoms of their booted feet. They did not even let me clean/polish their booted feet. Regardless I went home aroused each day and satisfied myself.

I always wanted to take up English riding. I always thought it was for the financially elite beautiful blondes. I was jealous of them partaking in this rich activity and wearing such elegant-looking expensive clothing. I dreamed of being in their club. I wanted to be the sole male in their exclusive feminine club. I dreamed of wearing equestrian show attire. I always was in awe of the tall black boots. I used to masturbate thinking of wearing skin -tight breeches and tall, shiny black boots.

I looked forward to starting riding. I went all over town to find attire, especially boots. Rarely do men ride English, so it was a struggle to find everything. The salespeople at the tack shops were very helpful and encouraging. They wanted to prod any interested male to riding and to not shy away from it. One saleswoman, a middle-aged woman, said that I looked dashing in show attire and the other women would be impressed. I hope so, because I got nowhere with women pre-college.

It was the second Friday in September. I signed up last week at a fair for on-campus clubs. The senior captains seemed supportive and told me to not shy away. They insisted that males were welcome. Hey, I was bound to hook up with someone. One guy and twenty women, the odds were good. I was really excited for my first lesson. I wore my black Ariat Crowne zip field boots with khaki breeches, a white oxford shirt, a black tie, and a navy blue riding coat. I was so excited and could not wait to see the other riders and to have my first lesson. When I arrived, the rest of the riders were in breeches and boots, but more casual tops. They laughed at me for showing up overdressed. One senior told me that people only dress up for shows and that I may be so inadequate at riding at I won't be showing. This was not a good first impression. Would it be a repeat of grade school? Well, I got on a horse for the lesson, and I did not do too bad.

There were more lessons, and I got better. All twenty-one members of the team, including me, stuck with the team and nobody dropped. I was told that I was decent. If a rare male did try out, he was not any good and gave up too soon. Guys shied away from being the only guy and from having to wear breeches. Breeches were required for riding. Tall boots were optional, but everybody wore them.

All my teammates had boyfriends from before college or started dating/seeing guys as soon as orientation came to an end. Nobody was available. If any teammate was unattached to someone, she perceived me as another one of the girls and did not consider me relationship material. They seemed to think that I was gay, even though I was not and never said anything to that effect.

Now show season was two-thirds over. I talked to all of the fellow riders, but they did not take me seriously deep down inside. They all are good-looking, and different hair colors and types of bodies. They usually made fun of me and called me pretty boy. Sometimes they made gay jokes about me. I liked the attention, and unlike adolescence, i actually did not mind the women making fun of me. They would make comments about my crotch and giggled about me having a hard on. It was not really obvious and I always wore tight, skimpy underwear under my breeches. It is not hard to see my tool, and they made it a point to embarrass me and make me feel self-conscious. The season came to an end.

The rest of the school year I would talk to my teammates when I saw them, but that was it. They did not socialize with me. They were busy with their boyfriends/guys, or they hung out together and did girlie stuff. It was frustrating during riding season to have to listen to conversations about chipped nail polish, birth control pills, good casual clothing stores, and likewise. I enjoyed riding season. I went home with a hard-on every evening. I was more aroused on days when I got to touch teammates' boots. I would help them remove their boots by pulling on them. I pulled on one boot which was between my legs, and the other foot would press against the back of my rear end. This was arousing for sure. I would clean teammates boots before their turn to compete. I would adjust their boots or stirrups before they started their competitive round.

Sophomore season was the same routine. Despite not fulfilling my original goals, I still enjoyed riding. I loved lesson days and show days. I always got excited to wear breeches and boots. I wore casual tops and sport shirts, yet I looked good. Teammates said the same thing, but they also indirectly said that I was so textbook gay. I also was a small guy. I was skinny and five-foot six. This season the girls' boyfriends would show up for horse shows. They were fine to me, but made fun of me for wearing girlie clothes and for participating in a girlie activity. My teammates did not help matters and poured more oil into the fire that was my sexuality. Two of the riders told their boyfriends that I was gay and so wanted to give them blowjobs. These two guys were actually good-looking, and they acted all tough and homophobic around me. They laughed at me and said that I was so unmanly for having such wishes. They did not bother to care to hear that I was straight.

I heard my teammates go into details about their love lives. I heard all the juicy details, what positions, locations, and likewise. Hearing these stories was also arousing and kept me up at night. My teammates were sexually active on horse show days also. They would sneak off with their boyfriends into the woods to have sex or they would go to their cars with their boyfriends at lunchtime for an afternoon blowjob. Riding season eventually came to an end.

Now it was junior year. This season would be interesting. There was a new instructor and an assistant. They are in their late twenties and good-looking blondes. I by the ways had black hair. They were also big-boned and were pretty strong. They used to do light weightlifting and some kickboxing. They were not the usual prissy equestriennes. Linda and Tiffany were really mean to me. They made it a point to humiliate me. They made me clean their boots and always harassed me sexually. They slapped my butt and always pointed out to the rest of the team about whether my cock was erect.

It was Friday, and I was the only one having a lesson today. We had our first show of the season the next day. Linda and Tiffany ordered me to get dressed up for my lesson. I did, and it was a short lesson. I did not actually do proper riding technique. They made me grind the saddle with my crotch, just like the scene in the park in Cruel Intentions 2. My balls were in major pain, and I thought I crushed them. After my lesson, we all got into Tiffany's SUV. They wanted me to do errands in my show attire. We stopped at a CVS, and Linda told me to go inside and get some cough medicine and a large jug of wine. I did, and I never felt so self-conscious and humiliated. Everybody in the store stared at me. I also was so self-conscious that I smelled because I just came from riding. What made matters worse was that I was a guy wearing show attire. I got the two items and got back into the SUV. I heard some laughter after I left the store. I was then ordered to go inside a grocery store to pick up some bread and a vegetable tray. Same thing, except more area to walk around, more people staring at me, and much more humiliation. Finally we returned to the stable. The three of us went into the office. Linda and Tiffany wore sleeveless black tops, bootcut dark blue jeans, and black cowboy boots (under their jeans). We sat down inside Linda's office at a round table. We drank some wine while we nibbled on the vegetable snacks. They ordered me to drink, and I was more drunk than them. They had higher tolerance, and they mocked me for having low tolerance. Linda said that I needed discipline. She told me to pull down my breeches and bend over on the side of the couch. I did as ordered. Tiffany held me by my wrists. Linda picked up her dressage crop and stood by me. She then proceeded to whip me methodically. She was thorough and did not miss a spot anywhere on my butt. After the ass whipping, Linda put some lotion on my butt cheeks and caressed them. She then pulled out a tube of K-Y jelly out of a drawer and applied it around my anus, frenulum, and inside my rectum. I was loosening up down there and I felt chills throughout my body. The stimulating sensations and the strong, cool lubricant were the factors. Linda then grabbed two strap-ons out of another drawer. She fastened one on herself, and gave the other to Tiffany to do the same. Linda then stood behind me and began to fuck me. Deep and out, and I screamed loudly. She penetrated me again, and now her motion was rhythmic. Deep in, and almost completely pulling out. I was moaning and screaming. This was feeling great. I never had oral or intercourse sex ever. Second base was as far as I got. I was losing my virginity unconventionally. Linda kept going and finally stopped. It seemed to go on forever, and I thought my anus was ripped apart and was bleeding profusely. I pleaded with Linda to get a towel and to stop the bleeding. She told me I was fine and to stop acting like a baby. Tiffany now wanted to go to work on me. After I pulled up my bikini underwear and breeches, she told me to deep throat her strap-on cock. I did as ordered. I mimicked everything I saw in porn movies and what I heard from my female friends. I bobbed down on it. I then toked it all the way in and defied my gag reflex. A few minutes later Tiffany ordered me to deep throat again. Eventually she told me to stop. I sat down on the couch, and Linda brought me a glass of water and dabbed my mouth with a towel. They sat on either side of me (Linda left and Tiffany right). I drank the water and put the glass aside. Linda then unbuttoned my shirt and felt up my bare chest. She also kissed it and licked my nipples. Linda gave slight wet kisses all over my chest. I was ticklish and giggled throughout this foreplay. Tiffany unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly. She pulled down my breeches and yanked down my skimpy red undies. Tiffany ticked my scrotum and balls and stroked my frenulum. I probably smelled down there because of all the cumming from today's activities. Linda eventually fondled my cock with her right hand She had soft, smooth hands and her hand was large. She had nice, well-manicured nails. Tracy started jerking me off. She teased me and called my cock a little sausage link. Boy, she knew how to make me feel so small. She spent ten minutes jerking me off. I moaned loudly, and Tiffany was mocking me. I finally shot a load after a sharp, bursting orgasm. Tiffany took a wet towel and wiped down my crotch and the cum that was all over my stomach. I felt great. I felt no guilt about having unconventional (arguably gay) sex. Linda and Tiffany told me that I was not a real man. I was a wimp, liked to dress like a girl, partake in a girl sport, has a puny dick that no woman want to get fucked by and was so small that sucking it would be like licking a clit. This relationship continued for the rest of the season and through the off-season months. The day after the first encounter, everybody laughed at me and thought that I had a wild gay night. I walked bow-legged after that first anal experience.

Now it was my senior year. A new exchange student from Italy joined the team the day before our first meet. Linda and Tiffany initiated Rosalie, an attractive but small woman (five-foot three). She struggled to walk the next day. Because of the initiation after-effects, Rosalie did not perform to her best abilities on a crucial final round, and we got second place in our first show. The teammates gave Rosalie the cold shoulder. I felt bad for her and befriended her. A few days later we went for a walk after a lesson. We, wearing our khaki breeches, black Ariat field boots, and sport shirts (she wore a pink one and I wore a dark green one) talked and held hands and finally deeply kissed. Before we could get any more intimate, Linda and Tiffany caught us, ordered us both to kneel in front of them, and to lick their pussies. We did for a long period of time. After they orgasmed and came and drenched our faces, they pulled up their thong panties and jeans and left. Rosalie and I held each other closely and hugged. She sobbed, and I consoled her. Eventually I told her to lie back and relax. I then orally pleasured her. She eventually had a thundering orgasm. That was my first time giving oral to a woman. Rosalie did not shave, and I felt stinging on the sides of my tongue because it kept hitting against her pubic hairs as I ate her out. My nose got tickled the whole time by her curly, bushy hairs. After Rosalie pulled up her thong panties and breeches, she went down on me. I did not last long. After a few minutes I had a sudden orgasm and shot a load in her mouth. Rosalie swallowed without hesitation. I stroked her hair, and she lifted her head up. I zipped up my breeches and buckled my belt. I pulled her close to me and held her tightly and tenderly. That was my first orgasm. The best things happen to those who wait. I think I am falling for Rosalie, and vice versa. This is the first special woman that I have ever met. What a long, twisted path we took to meet each other. The End for now.

Roderick & The Stable Girls, A Story by Fearless Freep

When Maria reached the age of 18 she was delighted. She could leave school and take up her post as riding school assistant at the nearby stables. She had rode there since she was old enough to mount a horse but being able to work there all day and get free lessons from Lucinda, the 25 year old owner of the stables, was sheer heaven. She knew Lucinda and her 24 year old partner, Rowena, well since they were always around the stables when Maria went riding. Both women were tall and haughtily beautiful and Maria had been aware from her early teenage years that they despised men and took every opportunity to help Maria and the other young horsewomen to mount and dismount, placing their hands under tightly jodhpured buttocks, or stroking sinewy thighs, or passing by the tack room as some of the girls were changing their clothes. Both partners were quite careful not to do anything too intimate with any of the paying young girls but since Maria had asked them if she could work for them all that had changed. They had gradually let her into another world, a world that Maria found exciting and wickedly sensual.

Lucinda and Rowena had a mainly female clientele but there were one or two male clients who did some horse riding, usually on their own, occasionally with some of the female groups. Maria had noticed one of these men, Roderick, about 20, and was drawn to stare at his tight jodhpurs which showed clearly the bulge of an almost permanently erect penis. Lucinda had noticed too that Roderick was attracted to Maria and one evening she took Maria aside after the riding was finished for the day.

"You are a very attractive young girl, Maria, and Roderick obviously is very aroused at the sight of you in your jodhpurs and white blouse. Did you know that he can see the outline of your knickers through the material of your jodhpurs? And that we have caught him leering at other young girls around the stables? "

Maria did not know what to say. She was embarrassed because something in the way Lucinda spoke suggested she also was aroused to have Maria around.

"You haven't got a boyfriend, have you, Maria? But I bet you wonder what it would be like to see a man like Roderick naked and under your total control, don't you? We could have a lot of fun if you were amenable to playing along."

Maria felt that she couldn't really say no and agreed to whatever Lucinda and Rowena said. Lucinda took her into the stable and to a locked tack room which she had never been inside before. She showed her a pair of soft suede jodhpurs which were formed like a suspender belt in that the wearer's pubic triangle and buttocks would be completely exposed by them. She explained that favoured riders were allowed to wear them for training which was rather special. Although she was sure Maria appreciated how arousing it was to feel the power of the horse between her young tender thighs it was nothing to feeling it while wearing these with no other undergarment, sitting bare pussy on the saddle. They were also worn for posture training on the leather dynamic saddle equipment. This was a saddle that young inexperienced riders used to get the feel of the movement of riding without getting on to a real horse. Its movements could be controlled by a series of switches.

Maria was told to stay late the next evening. After work had finished for the day Lucinda and Rowena took Maria into the tack room. Both women wore jodhpurs and thigh length boots, and Lucinda wore a white blouse, the top two buttons undone and as far as Maria could judge, without a bra on underneath. Rowena wore a red latex bustier which emphasised her full firm breasts. They helped Maria out of her boots and jodhpurs and insisted she removed her knickers. Maria had never been undressed by women before and she was flushed with embarrassment but did as they bid her and slipped on the strange jodhpurs, adjusting them to a good fit, her teenage pubic hair and trim little bottom bare to their gaze, as was her virginal pussy if she had dared to open her thighs at all.

"Fine, now how about a go on the dynamic saddle? Just mount it and take hold of the reins, back straight, gripping firmly with those naked thighs."

Once Maria had done this Lucinda set the machine in motion and from time to time varied its speed and direction of movement till she judged that Maria was getting excited at the effect on her bare flesh. Then she stopped the machine, to Maria's disappointment and Maria realised that Rowena had brought in a young gelding, saddled up and ready for her to ride.

"First, though, we have one condition. You have lost some of your modesty but to ride this gelding round the training ring in the warm evening air wearing these special jodhpurs we must insist that you remove the rest of your clothes."

Maria did a double take, but with the pleasant sensation between her thighs she badly wanted to try the horse wearing this special garb. As both older women watched she unfastened her white blouse and unhooked her bra, removing them both to expose to their gaze her small but firm milky white breasts, with their darker pert nipples. Rowena gave Lucinda a meaningful look and helped Maria up into the saddle, making sure as she did so that her hand stroked the svelte inside thigh of the younger girl making her gasp and blush. Then they both went out into the paddock and over into the training ring where Maria gave the horse a 20 minute work out feeling the evening air playing over her nearly naked body. When Rowena called a halt they both returned to the tack room where to Maria's surprise Lucinda stood over Roderick, who was blindfolded, stripped to the waist, and suspended on tiptoe from the rafters by leather handcuffs joined to a rope.

"Well, look who I found watching the two of you in the training ring. I knew Roderick really fancied Maria but when I found him behind the hedge peering at her I just had to threaten to report him to the police unless he came back here with me and faced the music. Whatever shall we do with him, I wonder?"

Maria gasped as she admired his slim muscular chest but most of all realised that his jodhpurs outlined an enormous erection. She no longer minded that she was nearly naked, her pert teenage breasts tingling with dark nipples erect, her pussy moist where it now peeped from between her slim svelte thighs, excited by the workout on the horse. She felt gloriously randy and she knew that Lucinda and Rowena were going to make it an evening to remember.

Lucinda went behind Roderick and with her schooling whip started to strike him across his broad bare shoulders. Her strokes were not severe but his body jerked forward in response each time leather met flesh. Rowena went up in front of him and started to kiss his nipples, her hands on his waist, her lower body rubbing provocatively against his. Maria just stood and watched as this tableau unfolded in front of her. As the strokes of the whip mounted towards 20, and Rowena's kisses had subtly changed till Maria noticed that she was pulling his nipples with her teeth, drawing them out, firm and erect, she heard Lucinda hiss in his ear,

"You are under our control now, Roderick, for you would not wish anybody to know that you hide behind bushes watching young girls while rubbing your disgusting tool through your jodhpurs, would you? Still, as it is obviously Maria's perfect teenage body that you lust after, we have decided to make you her stable-slave. We will train her and you will obey everything she asks of you. And if you are very good, we may allow you to perform your services for some of our other young riders too. What do you say? "

"Oh, yes, please, mistress Lucinda, I would love that. I was so excited seeing her riding round the practice ring with virtually no clothes on. She is very beautiful and so young. I crave to serve her in any way I can. "

Rowena stood back from him, his nipples long and tenderly red after her teeth had drawn them out. She motioned to the watching Maria and as Maria stepped forward, she said,

"Maria, darling, will you please remove Roderick's jodhpurs and his jockstrap. He is willing to serve you and all male slaves should be privileged to be stripped naked for their young mistresses to examine their potential. "

Rowena felt a surge of excitement as Lucinda too stepped back and both women watched as she stripped the young man completely. He had a massive erection and full dangling balls and Maria could not resist reaching out once she had him naked and stroking it from the heavy scrotum up the stem to his bulging glans.

"Did we say you could touch him yet?", said Lucinda. "You are a naughty girl. We wouldn't want him getting over excited and coming off in your hand this early in the evening. Come over here, Maria, and take off those jodhpurs you are wearing. You won't be needing them again tonight."

Maria was surprised at the sudden change of tone but she took off the sexy jodhpurs and went across to where the two girls stood by a large wooden frame. She noticed that there were rings fastened in the frame at various places and she stood meekly as the two women fastened a soft leather collar round her neck and cuffs round her wrists and ankles. They whispered to her that they wanted to tease and torment Roderick and that if she allowed herself to be attached to the frame that would be more than Roderick could withstand. She smiled at the thought of her body being wickedly spreadeagled and exposed for Roderick to ogle but do nothing about and obediently raised her arms for her wrists to be fastened to the top corners and her ankles were likewise fastened to the bottom corners.

The two women then went back to Roderick. As they did so, Lucinda unbuttoned and removed her blouse to reveal full naked breasts and she and Rowena stripped off their jodhpurs. Lucinda had a tiny thong which only just covered her pubic triangle and left her shapely buttocks bare, and below the bustier, Rowena was naked and, Maria noticed, shaven bare. They shackled Roderick's ankles wide apart to rings in the floor and then both picked up their riding crops. After pausing to remove his blindfold, they went behind him and started to beat out a tattoo on his bare buttocks. Roderick was torn completely between the increasing pain in his buttocks added to the pain in his shoulders from the earlier whipping and the sight of the gorgeous naked spreadeagled figure of the 18 year old Maria before him but out of reach.

After about 40 strokes of the crop Lucinda came round in front of him and picked up a short whip. She started to whip his thighs, firstly from the outside across his left thigh then his right thigh but then from the inside gradually working up till she aimed a few strokes of the whip upwards at his tight scrotum and he squealed in pain. As she whipped him of course her breasts bounced and jiggled and the whole scene was an extremely erotic one for Roderick which only served to make his erect penis stand all the more rigid. Rowena meanwhile had removed her bustier and had come to stand behind Maria. As Maria watched Lucinda administer the whipping to Roderick she realised with a tremor of anticipation that Rowena had started to caress her naked outspread body. Her hands gently smoothed over Maria's bare back and down over her buttocks, then round over her pubic area, up over her flat trim belly onto her ribcage and then one hand on each of her breasts as Rowena now pressed her naked body up against the back of Maria's naked flesh. Fingers teased and tugged her sensitive little nipples as she watched Roderick's lashing. She realised she had always known that these two women were sexual dynamite and now she felt the power of being their touch-paper.

Lucinda stopped and then fastened soft leather cuffs to Roderick. His wrists were fastened to his neck collar and he was released from his bonds. Lucinda guided him over until he stood in front of the excited teenager. Rowena released Maria's breasts and thrust her body forward. Lucinda pushed Roderick's head and he instinctively brought his lips down onto Maria's left nipple. His tongue darted out and Maria felt even more aroused as he worked up first her left then in turn her right nipple. Then Lucinda thrust him down into a kneeling position and his lips and tongue sought out Maria's virgin clit and opened the lips of her vagina, now flowing copiously with her love juices. As he worked on her sex with his lips and tongue, Rowena was caressing her back and buttocks and Lucinda bent to herself hold and tongue the young girl's bare breasts. It was not surprising that before many minutes passed, Maria rose to the most earth shattering orgasm of her 18 years. This was fantastic! But unbeknown to Maria or Roderick there was better to come!

Maria hung limp from the sheer power of her orgasm. Sweat ran down over her pert firm teenage breasts as she watched Rowena and Lucinda take Roderick and lay him down on a leather bench, his arms and legs spreadeagled and fastened by cuffs to the corners. His still rampant penis seemed the focus of his strong lithe body as Maria watched him. The two women took little multi thonged whips and started to work from his chest down his body with a technique that fascinated the watching teenager. By twirling their wrists they could make the thongs rotate very fast and as they came round each time they made contact with his flesh. He was a stalwart and took his punishment well even when the whips nipped his penis and testicles before going on down across his thighs. Then to Maria's surprise Rowena and Lucinda left Roderick and came across to where she still stood spreadeagled. One went behind her, the other stood in front, and the twirling lashes started to bite at Maria's naked body. The women's eyes glowed with the lust of domination, over man and girl, as Maria felt the nipping tails of the whips on her shoulders and top of her chest. As they descended, her breasts seemed even more sensitive as the whip caught their outthrust nipples, then it was the turn of her midriff and small of her back. She thrust back her well rounded buttocks to savour the pain and realised as she did so that her spreadeagled legs offered no protection to her tender inner thighs or to her sex nestling, damp and open-lipped. The whips found every sensitive part of her tender body and she reached another orgasm as the sensations mounted on her young and virgin body.

She was then released from the frame and guided across to Roderick. Rowena put a condom on his rampant erection and then tied a cord round the base of his penis and round his testicles in effect ensuring that he retained his erection but would not orgasm too quickly. Maria was helped up on to the bench and both women eased her wet, warm cunt down onto Roderick's penis, so she was sitting astride him and facing him. Rowena, naked and shaven, then also mounted the bench and, facing Maria, lowered her smooth pussy onto Roderick's lips. Lucinda then held Maria and as she caressed her naked body, she started to bounce her up and down on Roderick's penis. Rowena leant forward and while she ground her pussy into Roderick's face, she kissed Maria and started to caress her also. Roderick was no more than an instrument of the females' pleasure and both Rowena and Maria peaked to one orgasm after another over the next half hour or so. At one point in the haze of sexual pleasure, Maria was aware of Lucinda removing her thong and changing places with Rowena but Maria was only concerned with the ride of her life, having the stout penis inside her tender vagina for the first time ever. She fervently hoped that the women would let her keep Roderick as her personal slave and she was prepared to undergo discipline and punishment herself if this was the intensity of pleasure that resulted.

Eventually, the evening came to an end and Maria watched as Roderick was tethered in a stall in the stables, naked, his penis still erect and tied, but now with little weights attached to his scrotum, his hands once again attached to his collar, and all tied in such a way that he could not relieve himself. Maria almost wished she could give him that relief, using her fingers or tongue, but she knew that in these matters Rowena and Lucinda were more experienced and if they did not wish Roderick to orgasm then that was how it was. The three naked women went back to the house where Maria shared a bed with Rowena and Lucinda, but all three were tired after their exertions and were soon sound asleep.

My Erotic Equestrian Lifestyle, A Story by Classy Chick

Part I

I am a 24-year-old University of Virginia graduate who worded in New York and tired of city living. I yearned to live in the country. A wealthy thirty-year-old woman in the Virginia countryside hired me as a consultant to advise her on her estate and her businesses. The salary was excellent, and the job also provided residence in the guesthouse on this woman's estate, which is over 100 acres. The woman's name is Kathleen, and she is 5-foot ten-inches tall, voluptuous, blonde, and elegant-looking. My name is Angela, and I am 5-foot five-inches tall, dark brown haired, reasonably voluptuous, and attractive. Kathleen owned several elegant-looking show horses.

  I enjoyed working for Kathleen. My guesthouse was cozy, but I spent most of my time at Kathleen's mansion. We discussed business extensively in the beginning, but eventually our discussions became more friendly. We became close friends and rarely discussed business and estate matters, since they were in solid shape. I rode in college for the first time. I became decent at show jumping, but I always wanted to pursue the discipline more. I was too preoccupied with working and the nightclubs after college. After working for Kathleen, I rode more often. Kathleen was a champion dressage rider and an excellent show jumper. She taught me both disciplines in more depth. I made excellent progress and even competed in shows riding one of her horses. We traveled together to shows and spent extensive time with one another.

I amassed a wardrobe full of riding clothes. I had a bunch of white and ivory breeches, black and blue wool riding coats, hound's-tooth coats, and several monogrammed white riding shirts. I also had a pair of Cavallo Dressage boots, Konig Field boots, Ariat Field boots, and Dehner Dress boots. All the boots were black and well-polished. Kathleen's servants were diligent in maintaining my boots as well as Kathleen's boots, especially when we were wearing them. I became enamored with riding attire and the lifestyle. I always wore my riding clothes, even when not riding. Whenever I went outside the estate, guys gave me second looks. Men and women both complimented my attire. Some guys even wanted to kiss my boots, and I accepted. I felt an air of power and classiness whenever I wore riding attire. Kathleen looked absolutely stunning in riding attire, and she always wore riding attire as well. Kathleen had an influence on me to adopt the riding wardrobe, especially because she bought all the boots and clothes for me.

Kathleen and I were close. We did everything together, and we hung out most of the time in her mansion. Her mansion had everything: heated indoor swimming pool, dance studio, home theatre room, exercise room, billiards room, and many more features. This lifestyle was heavenly, and it was a dream come true for me. Kathleen's fifty servants were available at immediate demand, yet we always had out privacy.

Kathleen broke off an engagement when she was twenty-nine, and she felt somewhat depressed and lonely as a result. My relationships were several, but none of them lasted more than a year. One afternoon Kathleen and I were riding on the estate. We decided to stop riding and to lounge in a rich green field and have a picnic. After nibbling on some Beluga caviar, we sipped some fine Bordeaux wine. I always desired Kathleen from the moment I met her. I experimented briefly in college, but I was too self-conscious to continue those flings into relationships. Kathleen looked fabulous today. She had on a monogrammed white shirt, a black wool hunt coat, white breeches, and black Dehner dress boots. She left her black riding crop and black velvet dressage hat off to the side. I was wearing a white monogrammed shirt, a white ladies' show tie, ivory colored breeches, black wool riding jacket, and Konig field boots. We were both sitting next to each other on this King-sized silk bed sheet. My desire level was at its peak. I moved closer and kissed Kathleen on the lips. Kathleen was startled and pulled herself back suddenly. She gave me a startled look, but then she kissed me back. We kept kissing, and I protruded my tongue into her mouth. Kathleen reciprocated. We both French-kissed for a while. I stopped and nibbled on her earlobe. I then rubbed my tongue around her outer ear. Kathleen did the same to me. I unbuttoned her shirt (It had front buttons.) and caressed her breasts. I kissed her all over her breasts and gently bit on her nipples. I kept moving down her chest and continued kissing. I slowly moved down her abdomen area and started to loosen her belt and the front of her breeches. I slipped my head under her breeches so that my head was between her pulled down breeches and her panty-covered femininity. I kissed Kathleen all over the inside of her thighs, and she was excited. I slowly pulled her silk thong down to her breeches, and I projected my head forward into her pussy. I started cunnilingus Kathleen and did not stop. She moaned and kept screaming to continue. Her legs shook and her hips moved up every time she had an orgasm. Finally, after a couple of hours, Kathleen had a series of loud, intense orgasms. I tired out after two and a half hours. I cannot believe I went down for that long. I did not mind because I always enjoyed performing cunnilingus. I just wished I did it more often, and I wished my selfish boyfriends had the same enthusiasm for doing it. I did however make them work, beg, and pamper for whatever sex they had with me. Now Kathleen put her clothes back on and removed my show tie. She unbuttoned my shirt buttons and caressed my breasts. She sucked hard on my breasts and frequently bit on my nipples. She kissed her way down to the top of my breeches. She loosened my belt and the front of my breeches. Kathleen pulled down my breeches and silk thong to the bottom of my thighs. She subsequently went down on me. I moaned and groaned. I never felt so good in my entire life. I am never going back to a guy, and the hell with societal hang-ups. Kathleen kept going, and her technique was varied and very effective. I had orgasms, and after an hour I had a multiple orgasm. I creamed like crazy. Kathleen pulled up my thong and breeches, moved up over me, and kissed me. I kissed back, and we kept kissing. After sex we talked extensively. We declared our love for one another, and we felt truly satisfied with our close friendship and the wonderful sex. We exchanged diamond rings the next day, and our relationship grew stronger. Even in public we were intimate and held hands. Behind our backs women said that we were stuck up dykes and that I was after Kathleen's estate, but we did not care. Our relationship was a partnership, but Kathleen was the more dominant one. I really admired Kathleen. I looked up to her for her independence and her wisdom. I was in awe of her wealth, her height, and her blonde hair. I considered myself inferior to Kathleen in looks, although I am very attractive myself. I am so happy to have found her.

We both can be stuck up at times. Before we ride we pick on a servant and make him/her clean our boots with a towel. We both use our riding crops to instill discipline and remind them of who's the boss. Of course the punishment is a couple of whacks to the rear end, nothing serious or injurious. The two of us modeled riding clothes for some riding and fashion magazines. All the photo shoots took place in the mansion and throughout the estate. Gosh did we look good in the pictures.

Kathleen and I talked all the time and made love frequently and everywhere throughout the estate. Sometimes we were naked, sometimes we are in one-piece swimsuits, and most of the time we were in all types of riding attire. We would mix Hermes scarves, colorful chunky sweaters, silk shirts/blouses, and hound's-tooth jackets into our equestrian wardrobe.

One day I was walking on one of the roads in the town near where I lived. I suddenly saw a black Range Rover with a California license plate turn onto the street and stop five feet away from me. I was startled, and I stood frozen for a few seconds. Suddenly a tall man jumped out from the car and lunged toward me. I tried to run, but the man eventually overpowered me. He had on black thick-heeled work boots, black jeans, a black ski jacket, black tight-wrapped sunglasses, and a black hood over his face. He stuffed a thick piece of cloth into my mouth, tied a rolled-up scarf around my mouth, and pulled my arms behind my back. He tied my hands with a rope/scarf, and did the same to my ankles. Today I was wearing an orange sweater, navy blue riding jacket, ivory-colored breeches, and black Cavallo Dressage boots (I was in UVa spirit.). These boots are not the most comfortable, although they looked fantastic. I was terrified, yet I was very excited. My eyes were also blindfolded. My pussy was getting really wet. I was then carried by the kidnapper and shoved into the back of the Range Rover. The SUV then sped off. I tried screaming before being shoved into the truck's "trunk" and in the truck itself, but it was of no use. The kidnapper did not speak. I then heard a male voice on a tape say, "You deserve whatever is going to happen to you. You are a haughty bitch who is full of herself. You are going to be a bitch to a guy who will make you his personal servant, and the only kissing, caressing and licking that will go on will be you to his penis, and often." I was no longer excited. I felt awful, and my entire body felt naked and vulnerable. The truck stopped after driving around for an hour, and I was carried into a building/house. I was thrown into a dark closet. I was apprehensive, yet I enjoyed being tied up and gagged. I was not actually harmed, so I did not fear for my life. A few hours later the masked man picked me up, carried me somewhere, and then put me on the ground. He then loosened my belt and breeches, untied my ankles, and pulled down my breeches and silk panties. A minute later I felt an erect penis eight inches long move along my inner thigh and suddenly penetrate inside my pussy. He went up and down, and I felt the entire length of the penis. The pulsating was rhythmic and satisfying, and I was screaming intensely through my gag. He stopped, pulled out of me, and released a load all over my face. I was upset because I did not want any of this cum to get on my recently styled hair. I did like getting cum shot on my face though. I am a neat girl, but I like getting sort of dirty during sex. Then he put his face onto my groin and started to eat me out. I moaned into my gag, and I was getting extremely wet, I had some orgasms. Gosh, I felt like this kidnapper knew how to stimulate me and where my G-spot is. After a couple of intense hours I had a sharp series of orgasms and came a final time. The kidnapper pulled his black robber hood off, showed the erect dildo before putting it aside, and said "Surprise." I was shocked! The kidnapper was Kathleen! I was so relieved, although I was angry for being so terrified. It was pretty exciting and exhilarating. This was really enjoyable and memorable sex. Kathleen removed my gag. I stated, "You wild and crazy bitch." Kathleen laughed and then kissed me with her tongue. I kissed back. She untied my hands, and we embraced each other. More fun details next time.

Part II

  I decided to stretch and do yoga this morning. Afterwards I will have one of the servants give me a pedicure. Then I will go riding. I got dressed in workout gear and went to the dance studio. I am wearing a white sleeveless unitard with stirrup spandex that goes around my heels. I also am wearing white legwarmers that extend from a foot above my ankles to the bottom of my heel, just before the stirrup. I also had a cotton cloth tied around my head. I am bare-footed for better traction on the floor and because it looks good. I started stretching by putting my left ankle up high on the wood bar along the one wall of the studio. I then slowly extended my upper body and arms towards my left toes. I repeated this stretch a couple of times. My left thigh hurt a little at first, but now it is loose. I repeated the procedure on my right leg. It has been a while since I stretched and did yoga. Always obsessed with riding and to a small degree swimming. The stretching and yoga will improve my limberness, and this will increase the pleasure I give Kathleen during sex. I then faced the opposite wall, which is completely covered by a mirror. Gosh I looked good in my outfit. I then proceeded to do various splits. I was close to a full split, but I was not quite there. I did a few sets of sit-ups, leg lifts, kegels (lots of these), and likewise. I also did several assorted pelvic thrust exercises, and my legs were in varying positions throughout this exercise. I finished my workout in a half-hour. I went to the side of the studio and sat in a wood chair that resembled a director’s chair. I extended my legs and put my feet up on the wood stool right in front of me. I sipped water from the mineral water bottle that was next to my chair. I liked wearing tight clothes, and my legs looked great in them. I took pride in how good my legs looked. Kathleen likes them as well. I summoned Rob via cell phone for my pedicure. I wanted my toenails trimmed and to go with pink polish. Rob came in. He is a tall, good-looking guy with a nice body. He was wearing work boots, jeans, and a flannel shirt. I ordered him to take off his shirt. Now his upper body was naked, and it looked good. I ordered him to wipe down my feet with a wet towel and then massage them. He did as I ordered, and he tickled the bottom of my feet a little bit. I squirmed and giggled, and then told him to stop. He trimmed my toenails. After he was done, he kissed and licked my toes for a while. I thought this was kinky and perverted, but I liked the attention. He cleaned up his drool and painted my toenails. I really like it when a guy paints my toenails; I sure can be haughty. To show my appreciation, I teased Rob a little. I kissed his inner thighs and rubbed his erect penis with my right hand. I nibbled on his jean-covered tip of his penis. I stopped and then told him to turn around. I playfully kicked his rear end with the bottom of my left foot and told him that he was dismissed.

I was relaxing for a little while, and Kathleen entered the studio. She was wearing a sleeveless black dress that extended to the middle of her thighs, diamond necklace and earrings, and Manolo Blahnik dress sandals with 3.5-inch high heels. She looked stunning. She said, "Well, here's the little dancer girl. Up up." I got up and walked towards her. She put her arms around me and pulled me in closer. She rubbed her hands down my back and stopped at my rear end, which she caressed for a while. Kathleen liked my pedicure, and told me that Rob did hers first thing this morning (Same colored polish too - darn copycat). She asked me to slow dance. After turning on the sound system with a remote, we danced. We danced for a while, and then we started to kiss. I stood up as high as I could on the balls of my feet in order to reach her. Kathleen was really tall in those high-heeled sandals. Kathleen nibbled on my neck and practically gave me a hickie. She liked my workout attire and mentioned how much it turned her on. She said that I looked so breezy and sensuous. I kissed her, and we both then used tongue and Frenched for a while. I then kissed the top of her chest. I knelt down on my knees and looked up at her groin. Kathleen was not wearing panties. Hmmm. I slowly kissed her inner thighs. I worked my way up to her twat and then licked eagerly. If it were not for the little pad on the floor on which my knees rested, my knees would have ached. After an hour Kathleen came like crazy, and my face and neck were drenched with her vaginal juices. Kathleen grabbed a towel from the wood bar and wiped down my face and neck. She then walked over to her purse lying near the door and pulled out a dildo that was nine inches long. Kathleen strapped it on, and pulled my head close to the dildo. She demanded me to suck and go deep. I did this for several minutes. (I am great at sucking dick. All my previous boyfriends loved that about me, and they were disappointed when I broke off the relationships. I had my first boyfriend, Brad, when I was a high school freshman, the time when I started to blossom in appearance but was initially timid and unconfident about guys. He was a wide receiver on the football team, and I was really happy to be with him. My way of showing my love for him and to appreciate his going steady with me was to always give head and to offer it all the time. I wanted to be really good at giving head, so I practiced a lot on Brad. I remember one time in his car in the school parking lot I leaned over and was blowing him. As we were driving away, he stopped the car and rolled down the window to talk to a couple of his pals. They noticed that I was blowing him, and said "Yo. Dude. Way to be." I decided to toy with him a little bit. I really licked his sensitive spot. He moaned like a girl for a second. Sensing embarrassment, we sped away. He told me that I was a tricky little devil and that I needed a good spanking. I was a really cool chic. I did not mind at all about Brad telling his friends about his exploits with me. Boys will be boys, so might as well play along. I liked that he told his friends that I was good. I always hung out with Brad and his friends. We drank beer and even watched porn. I used to give my commentary about the chic's clothing, lingerie, and moaning. They thought I was so cool for not having any hang-ups about guy stuff. They all wanted me and would make flirtatious and suggestive remarks towards me. At times I miss hanging out all the time with a guy or guys. I really love Kathleen, and down the road I would like to marry her. I think she feels the same way. I would not mind being inseminated and bearing two daughters. Back to the dildo sucking.) After a few minutes her dildo shot a load in my mouth. It tasted like lotion with a bunch of salt mixed into the lotion. Kathleen ordered me to swallow, and I did. I enjoy swallowing. Kathleen removed her dildo, and picked me up in her arms.

She took me to one of the bedrooms and tied me up. She tied my hands to each bedpost. She tied my feet together. Kathleen grabbed a riding crop sitting on the dresser and rubbed the end of it all over my body. She stroked it against my armpits and then stopped at the bottom of my feet. She kept tickling the bottom of my feet with the tip of the crop. She always stopped tickling me at the right time. Every time I though I was going to die in laughter. Kathleen then rubbed her lips against the tips of my toes. She then got on the bed and lay down besides me. She put her arm around me and nibbled on my earlobe. She then talked about how much she loved me and cared for me. She was so happy to have met me. I told her how much I loved her. I also told her that I fantasized about being married to her, having two daughters whom I will bear out of my womb, and hope that they will grow up to be beautiful and pampered by every guy they meet. Kathleen liked my dream and saw me as an integral part of her future, but she was not ready for that stuff now. I really wish my hands were untied now because I wanted to rub myself down and release my sexual excitement.

One thing about Kathleen is that she tends to be greedy about sex. Sometimes she won't reciprocate when it comes to pleasuring me. If it were anybody else, I would be peeved and get really bitchy. I just love Kathleen so much that I do not mind. I go all out for someone that I love, and I would jump in front of an oncoming truck for Kathleen. If she were going to get raped, I would sacrifice myself just to protect her and save her from the pain and agony. Kathleen does know about how I feel about her, and she appreciates it. We both have turned down all kinds of proposals and serious interest from guys just to be with each other. I am sure all lesbian women consider us their heroes and worship us. I am sure many woman in heterosexual relationships want to be involved with Kathleen and/or me. It is time to get dressed for an afternoon ride. The two of us will ride with some friends and have cocktails and snacks afterwards. Everybody wants to hang out at the estate.

Part III

  I was all dressed up for the afternoon ride. I wanted to go out early and to do some jumping. The girls, Kathleen, and I were going to ride around the estate. I was wearing white breeches, white monogrammed shirt with my ASG initials, black wool riding coat, and custom-made black dress boots (Kathleen just gave me these as a gift, and they fit perfectly.). I exited the mansion from the front door and was walking toward the stable. I saw the groundskeeper Drew walking towards me. I decided to toy with him. I ordered him to drop to his knees and kiss my feet. He eagerly kissed my feet. I then told him to turn around and bend over. He obeyed, and I thoroughly whipped him on the rear end. He was wearing jeans, so I don't think it hurt too much. I dismissed him and walked into the stable.

I was about to enter the stall where Muffy, my chestnut brown horse, stayed. A few seconds after I entered I was grabbed from behind by a strong man holding a knife to my neck. He told me to do whatever he said if I wanted to live. He led me to the back of a black Mercedes S-Class limo with black tinted glass. He ordered me to get into the car. I obeyed and got in. I got a quick glance at my kidnapper. He was wearing all black, and had a Zorro mask around his eyes. A couple of minutes later Kathleen sat in the back of the limo. We both looked at each other and started to cry. We then hugged each other. Kathleen looked fabulous. She had on stone-colored breeches, black dressage boots, an expensive silk blouse, and her hair tied in the back with a Hermes scarf. The driver yelled, "Shut up you snotty little bitches." We drove for a half hour, and the limo stopped in an isolated green field. We were ordered to get out of the car. In front of us stood four guys wearing all black and Zoro masks. They were tall and looked to be in good shape. The main kidnapper with the knife spoke, "All right, you stupid bitches. You want to go to your palace back alive, do as we say. We just want to get sucked by you well-dressed cunts. You suck well, we'll let you go. Otherwise you'll die."

I begged them to spare Kathleen. I sobbed and pleaded. They complied, and I kneeled in front of the guy with the knife. I loosened his belt buckle and pulled down his pants. He was wearing black silk bikini underwear. Nice touch. I kissed his inner thighs and kissed his silk-covered dick. I then pulled down his undies and worked my mouth. I did a buzz saw motion on the tip of his dick with my tongue. I then took a mouthful of him and slowly went up and down. He was about six inches erect, so I did not have to use my hand to stimulate the part that my mouth could not reach (It reached the full length.). I stroked his inner thighs with left hand, and I clutched his rear end with my right hand. After ten minutes he shot a load into my mouth, and I swallowed. I went to work on the next guy. Kathleen was tied up to a tree and watching with tears rolling down her face. I finished up with him in a few minutes. Small dick, and no endurance. Worked on the next two guys. Finished up with them in ten and fifteen minutes respectively. The next guy was well-hung (nine-inches), and he chose to face-fuck me. He was quick and rhythmic in his motion. I made sure not to gag on his dick. I knew to guard against my reflexive instinct to gag. I periodically felt the bell of my mouth get touched. I thought I was going to puke, but it seemed as if this thick dick stopped any vomit from coming up. These guys are sexually in tune to a woman's sperm preference. They must have eaten fruits earlier in the day. Finally he came inside me, and I could feel the cum drip down my throat. I swallowed, and he told me to go over to Kathleen and kiss her.

I held Kathleen, kissed her, and then hugged her firmly without letting go. The guys were laughing. They thought that this was a humorous drama. Kathleen felt so indebted to me for sparing her from this horror. She mentioned that I was a brave young woman. The guys joked that I was just a cunt who sucks good dick. They eventually let us go. There was a Black Hummer parked near our limo. They jumped in it and sped away. I untied Kathleen. We embraced again, and cried in each other’s arms. We sat near the tree in each other’s arms for several hours.

Eventually I got in the driver's seat of the limo, and Kathleen got in the passenger's seat. We found our way home with the limo's navigation system; the ride took two hours. I wondered about these five assailants. How did they know what made me tick? I actually enjoyed this encounter. I know Kathleen reads my sex fantasy diary; she is the only person who ever read this diary and knows its contents. That was how she did the black-clad kidnapper stunt on me in Episode 1. I guess these menacing guys will be a mystery. Kathleen definitely did not plan this. She was practically as shaken as I. I am a stronger-willed and tougher person than Kathleen. Kathleen knows this too, but I won't admit this because I don't want her to be hurt. We got home, pulled some thick blankets out of the trunk, and laid in the courtyard looking up at the stars and the full moon. In spite of the awful afternoon, our night ended romantically, with our feelings for each other growing even stronger.

Part IV

  This evening Kathleen and I are going to a Halloween party. Kathleen will dress as a witch, and I will dress as a chauffeur. Kathleen will wear a black sleeveless dress that extends to the middle of her thighs (Washed and pressed after episode 2 of course.). She will wear thick black pantyhose and Prada 4-inch heeled knee-high dress boots in patent black leather (They are gorgeous-looking; I have the same pair, but a size smaller.). She will carry a black broom, wear a petite, pointed black hat, and wear dark red lipstick. She had her nails repainted dark red. I had my nails repainted red, and I am wearing red lipstick. I was excited about my outfit/costume, so I wore it well before leaving. Shortly thereafter Kathleen got dressed. She looked cute. I must talk about my outfit. I pushed the fashion boundary, but I believe I pulled off a good look. I an wearing tight-fitting black slacks, a black jacket that has six gold buttons that start just below my neck and extend to a couple of inches below my waist. I have a white collared shirt underneath the unique-looking blazer. I tied a silk white scarf around my neck so that it sort of looks like a riding show tie. Now for my boots. I am wearing custom-made thigh-high leather boots with four-inch high heels. I am so impressed with how I look. Kathleen likes the outfit, and she loves the boots. She wishes she was wearing thigh-highs. In fitting with my costume choice, I drove Kathleen to the party. We rode in a two-seat Mercedes 500 SL, as opposed to the S-Class limo. The party was at a friend's estate ten minutes away from our estate.

I stopped in front of the mansion, gave the valet the keys, walked over to Kathleen's door, and opened it for her to step out. She decided to leave the broom in the car. I opened the door for her as she entered. I followed right after her. I felt like a guy on a first date. We both mingled with the other guests. Kathleen told me to fetch champagne for both of us. I did and returned with two champagne flutes. I gave her one, and drank out of the other one. We were talking to two couples. It was superficial, boring chatter. We then left and talked to a circle of people. After a little while Kathleen asked me to fetch some hors d'oeuvres for her. Was I her servant too? I was kind of moody today, and I was slowly getting annoyed. We slow danced for a while, and then took a break to have more champagne. This was my last drink because I had to drive. Of course I brought the drinks. Kathleen said, "Good girl." She put her hand on my rear end and began fondling it. After a little while she slipped her hand down to my left inner thigh. She caressed the top of my boot and then slipped her hand between my thigh and the top of the boot. She was feeling very ornery. We decided to go home instead of using one of the guest rooms at the party. The valet fetched the car, I opened the door for Kathleen, and I got into the car. We sped off because I could tell that she was anxious to get home. I was upset at Kathleen, but I had a plan to get back at her.

We got out of the car and walked into the front door. I held the door for her once again. Kathleen really wanted me tonight. We walked along the long marble foyer. I love the sound of high heels on a wood or marble floor. I bet it intimidates guys. I noticed a riding crop leaning against a marble table by the foyer wall. I subtly grabbed it as we were walking. We stopped in the living room. Kathleen got close to me and was fondling my buttocks. She gave me a peck on the mouth, and subsequently slipped her tongue. I kissed back, and she slipped her right hand between my right inner thigh and the top of my right boot. She was slowly caressing my thigh. Kathleen was breathing heavily; I don't remember her being so excited. I then suddenly cracked the whip against the side of my right leg. Kathleen stepped back and stood shaken. I said, "Bitch, if you want me, you better be a good girl. I know you want me really bad." Kathleen gave me a "I'll do anything to make you happy look." I told her to grab the cotton towel by the wet bar and clean my boots with them. She walked briskly, grabbed the towel, and walked back to me. I ordered her, "On your knees!" She obeyed, and I told her to wipe my boots thoroughly. She rubbed and fondled vigorously. She spent extensive time on my feet and the high heels. She also thoroughly kissed my booted feet. She lifted up my right leg and sucked on the heel as if it was a penis. She first tongued the end of the heel, and then deep throated the heel. I ordered her to pull down my pants and to eat me out. She loosened my belt, pulled down my pants approximately two feet, and pulled down my black silk panties. Kathleen extended her head towards my groin. After kissing my inner thighs, she went tongue-first for my feminine mound. She licked, and I moaned. Kathleen is the best at eating out. I was standing on a thick rug, and she was kneeling on it as well. Therefore her knees were not too sore. She kept going. I put my hands on her head and stroked her hair. The witch hat fell down a long time ago, by the ways. I had periodic intense orgasms. A half-hour later, I had an intense sequence of multiple orgasms, and I came all over her face with my pussy juices. She took the towel and wiped down her face. I pulled up my pants and ordered her to sit on the sofa.

I walked over to the bar, put on a black garter, and strapped on an eight-inch dildo. I walked over to Kathleen and yanked down her black silk thong. I fondled her inner thighs and penetrated her vagina. Kathleen pulled her legs back and hooked her arms around them. We were in classic missionary position. I kept going up and down. She kept moaning and grunting. After a while she had a big orgasm. I helped Kathleen put her thong back on. I put my hands behind her head and pulled her close to my dildo. She put her mouth on it and started sucking hard. She stroked the part she could not reach with her right hand. After a while I shot a load into her mouth and ordered her to swallow. On a side note, I have never worn high heels, especially four inch ones, for such an extensive time. I was wearing them for almost a whole day. My feet were aching. Good thing I was wearing boots. I can only imagine how excruciating the pain would be if I were wearing pumps or sandals with such a high heel. I then ordered Kathleen to turn around and bend her body over the backside of the sofa. She clutched the rug for support, and I kneeled on the sofa bottom cushion. I grabbed my riding crop from the marble cocktail table, pulled the back of her dress up with my left hand, and whipped her rear end. I was thorough and methodical in whipping her rear end. She screamed in pain with every whip. I could hear her voice change to a sobbing state. Her creamy skin was red all over now. There were no warts or bleeding. I have become precise in my use of the whip. She suddenly threw her legs over the top of the couch and left the room sobbing.

I thoroughly enjoyed my evening until now. At this moment I felt really bad. I went to the nearest bathroom, wiped down and removed the dildo, washed it up, and then washed my hands. I removed the black garter and left it in the sink. I left the dildo on the sink counter. I washed my hands again, dried them, and left the bathroom. I found her sitting in the middle of the dance studio, and she was sobbing like a little girl. I entered the studio, and I tried to walk quietly. Forget that with four-inch heels. Kathleen said in a broken voice, "Get away from me, you mean, evil, bitch." I ignored her, walked closer, sat behind her with my legs on the floor circled around where she was sitting, and put my hands on her shoulders. Kathleen was sitting with her legs bent and her arms leaning on her knees. I told her, "I am sorry for being rough with you, I was just upset with you bossing me around. I have felt this way for a while, but couldn't come forward and tell you this. I am in awe of your looks, your extraordinary wealth, and your being a few years older than me. At times I feel like I am not good enough for you and that I am replaceable. I got rough in the end because I was trying to protect my self-esteem and my role in our relationship. I don't want to be controlled, and I was getting deja vu of my last boyfriend. I dumped him. I don't want to lose you. I don't know what I'll do without you. I am so sorry." Kathleen said, "Sweetie, it's okay. I have been too pushy recently. I was taking you for granted, and I am sorry about that." I put my head next to hers and embraced her. She had a bottle of lotion next to her. I told her to lie down on my thighs stomach down. She did, and her rear end was directly in front of me. I put a big gob of lotion and rubbed it on her rear end. I held up her dress with my left hand. I made sure not to get any of the lotion on the back of her thong or her dress. Her rear end was changing back to her normal skin color, although there was some pink left. It looked like slight sunburn. She stood up after a few minutes and asked me to dance. We danced slowly for a while. We went to the nearest bedroom and slept the rest of the day. I did not get my boots off, and neither did Kathleen get hers.

Part V

  This morning Kathleen and I will go riding. We are getting dressed now in the bedroom. At this time we both have on white silk thong panties, matching silk white bras, white show shirts with identical monogramming at the front of the collar, and white tight full-seat breeches. I recently got my hair cut to shoulder-length and dyed it blonde. Now I look exactly like Kathleen, except a few inches shorter in height. I look like a shorter twin sister as opposed to her lover. It was a chilly morning, and we felt that we needed more leg support for our new dress boots, so we both put on long black legwarmers with stirrups. We scrunched them down so that they extended just below the kneecaps, and would be covered by the boots. We put on our waist-length black woolen coats with silk collars and a crest sewn on the right side of the chest area. Next we would put on socks and then our boots. I was feeling ornery. Kathleen was walking toward the closet to get something, and I was sitting on the sofa. As she walked back toward the couch, I stood up, walked up to her, pulled her closely, and kissed her on the lips. She kissed back, and I stood up on my tippy-toes and kissed her deeply. She kissed back deeply, and we continued to kiss deeply for several minutes. I was in a giving mood. I fondled her rear end and then kneeled down in front of her. I kissed her inner thighs and then kissed her breech-covered feminine mound. Kathleen began to get excited and her voice was aroused. I slowly pulled down her breeches and subsequently her silk panty thong. I sensed her sweet-smelling femininity. I slowly kissed her inner thighs and worked my way around her vaginal lips with my tongue. I then began licking away at her clitoris. She got really wet, and I continued to eat out. She moaned more, and I could feel my mouth and chin wet with her juices. I kept going, and she kept moaning and screaming. She had a couple of multiple orgasms and finally came. Now half of my face was completely drenched, and my panties were really wet. I stood up, kissed Kathleen, and then left for the bathroom to freshen up.

I could not resist my sudden urges. I just wanted to rub myself and come right away, so I lay down in the whirlpool (off, and no water in it now) and pulled down my breeches and panties just above my knees. My feet also hurt, and I needed a good massage after my morning ride. Suddenly I notice Kathleen walk in and ask, "Sweetheart, what are you doing in here. Don't even think about touching yourself." Kathleen took of her riding coat and hung it up on one of the bathroom doors. She approached the whirlpool, pushed my legs up in the air, got in the whirlpool, put her head between my thighs, and began kissing me all over my inner thighs. Then she used her tongue and worked around my genitalia. She then licked away at my clitoris and fingered my pussy. I moaned and groaned and screamed. At times I screamed so loud I am surprised one of the windows did not crack. She also slipped in a stainless steel vibrator in my pussy. I really moaned and enjoyed this cunnilingus session. Twenty minutes later I had a multiple orgasm, moaned some more, had a final climax, and came. This time I felt like a dam in my body broke. It was a wonderfully intense orgasm. Kathleen then licked up all the juices on my genitalia, just like I did to her earlier. She went to the sink to freshen up, and I pulled up my panties and my breeches. We both walked over to the couch to finally get on our socks and boots and go riding. Maria, one of our servants, walked in and asked us if we needed anything. She looked stunning today. She is a gorgeous 5-foot 4-inch Latino brunette with nicely tanned skin, massive breasts, and a shapely body. She was wearing a sleeveless white patterned summer dress with strappy white sandals with 3 1/4 inch high heels. My feet really hurt. I asked her for a nice foot massage with warm water, and she complied. Maria gave me a thorough foot massage, and she did the same for Kathleen. She also painted our toenails. After Maria finished, we decided to hang out with Maria and told her to fetch a champagne bottle and fluted glasses so that the three of us can drink. She told us to get our boots on by the time she came back and by the time the nail polish dried. We eventually put on our socks and boots. The boots fit perfectly, and the legwarmers we wore for support underneath were very helpful.

Maria came back with the champagne. We each had a glass of champagne and then talked. Maria mentioned what a pleasure it was to work for us and that she found us so attractive. We continued to drink until the champagne bottle was finished. I grabbed Maria's rear end and fondled it. I heard her voice deepen. I fondled some more and kissed her. She kissed back, and we both then kissed deeply. She was tipsy, and I pushed her on the bed. I grabbed my glass strap-on dildo and put it on. I moved in closer to Maria, pulled her dress up, quickly yanked down her pink silk panty thong and then removed it slowly in order to get it completely off of her body. I put her legs over my shoulders and then began to penetrate her. Kathleen stood behind her and held her arms down. I kept fucking Maria, and she kept screaming. She enjoyed the screwing, and she screamed louder and yelled to go deeper. I continued. Periodically during intercourse Kathleen would muzzle Maria's screaming by French kissing her. Finally Maria climaxed and came. Kathleen walked over and licked up Maria's juices. After she finished licking, Kathleen kissed me and then kneeled down in front of me. She went to work on my dildo with her mouth. After Kathleen finished, she went up to Maria and French kissed her. At this time Maria was standing and watching Kathleen suck my dildo. I then ordered Maria to get down on the ground on her hands and knees. I grabbed my riding crop and whipped her rear end. I also stroked her clitoris with the end of my riding crop. At times I quickly and briefly penetrated her pussy with the tip of my crop. Maria came again, and Kathleen licked her clean again. They both left for the bathroom to freshen up and for Kathleen to rub lotion on Maria's whipped rear end. (Maria is a very resourceful employee. She had pleasured many of Kathleen's friends and guests.) I finally did some stretching to be ready for riding.

As soon as I exited the bedroom, I was grabbed by two buff, scantily clad-men with Zorro masks around their eyes. They carried me kicking and screaming and put me on the footrest of the ottoman. One guy straddled his legs around my head and shoved his dick deeply into my mouth. Another guy pulled down my breeches and panty thong and began penetrating me. I was getting raped, but yet I enjoyed it. I could not scream because the other guy gagged my mouth with his dick. He then fucked my mouth with his dick. I was afraid I would break a tooth. A few minutes later I felt a huge dildo in my rear end. Every orifice of mine was getting penetrated. I always fantasized about getting screwed like this, and now this fantasy is coming true. A half-hour later the comprehensive screwfest was over. I felt so good, and my body was tingling all over. The two studly guys left as quickly as they grabbed my and threw me on my bed. I lay still for an hour. I pulled up my clothes and walked out of the bedroom. Stud one in the next bedroom was nailing Kathleen. And there was Maria getting nailed yet again in another bedroom. I decided to leave for the stable and ride for a couple of hours before it got dark. My how the day flew by.

Part VI - Conclusion

Kathleen and I are ready to settle down. We have fooled around enough with guys and with our girlfriends, employees, or society women. We are ready to take the next step in our relationship. We will have the wedding in the terrace of our mansion, and the reception will be in the mansion’s grand ballroom. Many guests are invited and will attend. I will wear a traditional white wedding dress. Kathleen will wear a black tuxedo with a pink cumber bum. She will wear her four-inch high-heeled Manolo Blahnik kidskin pumps, and I will wear white lace-patterned velvet pumps with three-inch spiked heels. Everybody is supportive of us. I am surprised at how open-minded people are here. Fooling around with some of the people in the community certainly helped our cause.

The wedding was short but formal. Pink roses were everywhere. The reception was grand. We served filet mignon with lobster tail. After the toast and dinner, we danced a lot together and drank a bit. We eventually followed the rose-petal strewn path to the Master Bedroom, in which we stayed up all night having sex.

The next morning we flew in our Corporate Learjet to our island in the Caribbean. It was a five-hour flight. We had Dom Perignon champagne and jumbo shrimp cocktail for our in-flight meal. When we landed at the long runway at the end of the estate near the Atlantic Ocean side, the driver picked up our luggage and loaded up the limo. We went back to our huge villa. After we rested and freshened up, we both slipped into our white lace (high-cut in the hips) one-piece swimsuits with thong backs. We also put on white four-inch high-heeled slides and walked around the villa. It was beautiful and made of Spanish architecture. We tired of walking around in our sandals, so we settled down at a ledge in the backyard overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. The Atlantic Ocean surrounded the whole island. The scene resembled that from the movie The Thomas Crowne Affair when Pierce Brosnan and Renee Russo stood at the villa’s ledge admiring the side of the cliff and the rich blue water. A servant brought us Dom Perignon champagne on ice, fluted champagne glasses, and a basket of freshly cut strawberries. We took off our slides and relaxed. We sat really close to each other and sometimes felt each other. We talked and talked. We nibbled and drank. We whispered into each other’s ears and nibbled on the earlobes. We sat closer and occasionally French-kissed. The time passed by. Eventually it was evening and we were tipsy and saw the sun set. This site was picturesque and was one of the most beautiful sights that I have ever seen in my life. We put our slides back on, slipped into dresses, and had dinner. We went back to the master bedroom for a sleepless night of passionate lovemaking.

After we finished having sex very early in the morning, we lay down and put our arms around each other. I feel so satisfied, happy, at peace, and complete. I feel so fulfilled. I told Kathleen of this, and she said the same thing to me. This is the beginning of a long-lasting, happy, monogamous relationship. The End.