The equestrian
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First time
he heard his parents planning to move to another town, Jon was really
depressed. All his friends from the neigborhood, girls from his old school,
places where he liked to hang around after classes - everything was gone
for him, forever. "Hey, buddy, you'll make new friends, you'll meet
nice girls here as well! You're 16! When I was 16, I ...", his Mom
and Dad told him a lot of times, but his ears were deaf for their advices,
like the ears of many other guys of his age. Though he met few new mates,
even some nice girls, but they couldn't bring him to a better mood. The
autumn came and the school started, but nothing interesting he found on
the way from his home to the school: old pitoresque houses, tall trees,
interesting shops - everything was there, in front of his nose, but nothing
could When everyone thought that something was wrong with him and wanted to take him to a shrink, something strange happened to him. One of those boring days, walking his way to school, he heard a bundle of sexy female voices, coming from a near-by. He stopped, took a look at the field ... Wow! His eyes were frozen, his breath became slow, his mouth opened. On the field he could see a dozen of young women, in their 20's, riding on various kinds of horses - from small ponies to huge mounts. The girls were yelling, laughing. Occasional sound of a riding crop and loud reaction of the horses enhanced their laugh. Some of them were kinda afraid of the mounts, some of them rode freely. "Time to start today's lesson, kids!", a sexy female voice came from the building in the middle of the field. Suddenly, Jon felt like he was hit by a thunder from a clear sky. Time! He was late for school. He had nothing than to run to school. Luckily, he wasn't late too much and his teachers had full understanding for him. He was one of the rare rare kids who used to walk to the school. His parents couldn't afford a separate car and his father used their one and only family car to travel to work almost in the dawn. All money they had they spent to buy a house in a decent part of the town. All the time
during his classes that day, only one thing was on his mind - young equestriennes,
spurring their horses, making them run. Their thighs, butts going upside
down on the horseback made his head burning in heat! And their sexy teacher!
He didn't see her at all - he just tried to imagine what she's looking
like. Is she blonde? Brunette? What does she look like in her riding outfit?
He imagined her, gazing her body in his mind, from her head, blouse-covered
breasts, white jodhpurs to the sexy black boots, an inevitable part of
the equestrian outfit. Being a good artist-amateur, he started to sketch
a girl on the horse on a blank page of his notebook. His skillful hand
copied the picture of the wild mount and his sexy rider right from his
mind onto that piece of paper. He could feel the power of the As soon as he heard the final bell ringing for that day, he jumped and ran out of the school. He felt he could almost fly like a bird. At once, he was near the field. Another group of girls were walking by or riding on horses. Those girls were even more pretty than the ones he saw in the morning. Besides, they were younger - almost his age! They have probably just get out from school, he thought when a line of top quality cars came into his sight. The girls must be daughters and nieces of some VIP's in the neighborhood. He couldn't keep his eyes from staring in the group. The same sexy voice as in the morning broke the hot autumn afternoon silence and - finally - their instructor came out of the building. Oh, boy ... woooow! What a babe! She was 30-something, but she looked really sexy. Her clothes were even more terrific than the riding clothes of every other girl: beige jodhpurs, dark brown boots, light brown jacket and creamy blouse. She mounted the hugest horse and started with her demonstration. Jon decided to turn around the corner of the field and get closer to the group. He found a tree and climbed it to have a perfect view. His mouth was wide open, as the woman pressed her ankles hard in horse's flesh, her knees squeezed its back, while her hands had overall control of the reins. She took a crop and hit the horse, which made it run faster. She pulled the reins, which made the horse slowing down. Jon started to be horny again. He rubbed his hand over his trousers harder and harder. He even started to jump a bit on the branch he straddled. Soon, every girl, one by one, repeated what they saw from their instructor. Their legs were also powerful, making the horses obey and move as they wanted. Most of the girls used their feet without spare to kick the horse, which made Jon even more aroused. He started to rub himself on the tree even harder, coming closer and closer to the orgasm. The girls were kicking more and more, squeezing the horses with their thighs rhythmically, while he imagined them squeezing his body the same way ... using all their power ... in the rhythm of the horsewalk. Then, looking at the instructor, he couldn't stand any more. He started to cum, bouncing on the tree like he was mad, while the woman rode around a circle, showing her skill to the students. He closed his eyes, thinking of her legs ... oh ... if he only could feel them closer. Soon, he
heard a crack somewhere close to him. Wow! Some of them must be very close
here. Opening his eyes, however, he didn't see anyone near the tree. *CRACK*
... another sound, but what was that? Owch! It's too late, Mom and Dad
will be mad, he thought while trying to get down from the tree. Suddenly,
as he moved he heard one last cracking sound and - before he could find
out what it was - he was in the pile of hay under the tree. Luckily for
him - the hay prevented him from hurting. "What the heck was that?",
he heard the instructor's voice. Opening his eyes, he saw the whole group
of young equestriennes, along with their teacher, around him. "Naughty,
naughty ...", the sexy teacher became her monologue, "are you,
maybe, curious young man? Or, maybe, you're training for a spy? Nah ...
you're too sissy - you just want to have some fun, don't you?". Before
he could even notice, she took a huge whip which was attached to her saddle
and hit him hard. "Answer me, you bastard!". Jon almost began
to cry, when he felt the pain. "YYyeessss!", his inarticulated
voice started to yell, when he felt another crack of her whip. "I'm
Mistress Jacqueline, you creep! You must address me like Mistress or Ma'am,
got it?". "Yes", Jon answered and nodded when he felt the
rope squeezing his body. That was a lasso. Jon was laying
on the ground, when Jacqueline came right to him. She swung her leg over
his body, standing astride him, each foot on either side of his body.
"You like to watch, don't you, sissy boy?", she asked. "Sorry
Mistress, please forgive me, I ...", he started to apologise looking
up at her body. Above him there was a woman of his wildest dreams - a
bit mature for him, but still good-looking. Her clothes enhanced the curves
of a perfectly shaped body, full of life and energy. She kicked him in
the ribs, using the toe of her left boot. "Stop crying, I'm not your
Mom!", she said, "you'll see why people say curiosity kills
the cat! You have to be punished, Mister!", she yelled and kicked
his ribs cruelly, repeatedly with each her word. She placed a mud-covered
boot sole in the middle of his chest and Jon started to lick the sole. The taste was not so pleasant - she had a lot of trash under her boot. Finally, he reached the boot and cleaned the rest of the mud, looking at her clean sole. She looked at the sole and pressed the other foot on his face. This boot had more mud under it and Jon had a full mouth of it. "Let me help you", she said and pressed the sole to his chest again. She wiped her boot on his t-shirt, leaving it disgustingly dirty. She then placed the boot back to his face, for fine cleaning. Satisfied with the result, she told him to kneel and polish the rest of the boot. As Jon expected, the taste of the leather face of the boot was much better than the taste of her sole! He polished her boot with pleasure, feeling her leg each time he would press his tongue hard on the boot. Soon, his cock became hard as he licked all around the sole. Her brown boots were pretty new, since he couldn't find a single scratch on them! He licked up her boot, feeling the curve of her calf. His tongue was closer and closer to the magic line between her jodhpurs and her boot. He licked that upper border with pleasure. Satisfied she gave him her another boot, kicking him in the head to make him lick better and faster. As he finished her boot polishing, the girls were already around them, laughing. "Another spy?", one of them said with laugh. Mistress Jaqueline nodded as she pressed the boot to his ribs again. "Yes! I'll show you what to do with him and you'll do it after me! Marianne, did you bring me my usual toolset for inobediant horses? Ah, you did ... thanks, darling!". She took a small bag from the girl. The bag was jingling ... What the heck she was keeping there, Jon thought, while she pressed her sole hard on him. "Kneel!", she finally said to Jon, "and place your hands right before your knees for support". Jon nodded and assumed the position she asked. Jaqueline placed her booted foot on his shoulder. She held a small metal device with a strap in her hand. She placed it around the boot and fastened the strap. He couldn't see what exactly that was, but - as she did the same with her other boot - his eyes became larger: a huge metal prod, with a small wheel decorated her foot. "Like my spurs?", she asked him and he nodded, noticing that every girl placed the same thing on their boots, but each girl having different metal prod. She placed
her boot back to his shoulder and pushed him to the ground. He was laying
on his back again. She placed the spur on his chest and started to slide
it slowly. "You like me when I do this to you?", she asked and
he nodded again. "Good", she sighed, "you can see I can
use them to make you pleasure, or ... pain!". With the last word
she kicked him hard with the metal wheel in the side of his ribcage and
he felt hard and sharp pain again. "You decide! If you're good, you'll
get pleasure. Otherwise - pain! Now, get on all 4s! He got on all 4s, his hands before his knees. "Hands in front!", she commanded and kicked his arms forward. Finally, he assumed the position. She ripped his dirty t-shirt off and sat on his back. Surprisingly, she wasn't too much heavy, but Jon could feel her weight all over his back. She took something from her bag again. Jon felt a bundle of leather straps all over his head. The woman placed him in a harness, but specially designed one. She placed a piece of metal in his mouth and pulled it back with the reins, until his mouth almost started to bleed. Finally, she took a riding crop in her hands and hitted him twice in the sides. "Move!", she commanded loudly and Jon started to move. He tried to crawl as fast as he could, using all the power he had in his hands. He felt hard pain from her crop, but he enjoyed at the same time. Around his body, there were her thighs, squeezing him rhythmically. He could even feel her leather-enclosed legs, tapping his thighs gently as he crawled forward. She whipped him harder, urging him to go faster, but, apparently, he could not move the way she wanted. Suddenly, she stopped to caress his thighs with her boots, she placed them a bit away from his thighs and kicked back with all her force, digging the spurs in his flesh. Jon started to run. He didn't know where his power came from so suddenly, but he was just running, while she started to kick him repeatedly, each time hitting another spot on his body. Having in mind only one thing - to punish him - she didn't stop with kicking and whipping. She kicked him in the sides, on the place his skin was thin and sensible and noticed a small sign of blood. Intentionally, she kicked that place twice again, making a wound with her spurs. He could feel hard pain and blood flowing down his thighs. He slew down, but she was mercyless: she kicked back right, digging both spurs right into the wounds, applying harder and harder pressure. She treated him like a wild animal, whipping him all the time, squeezing him with her thighs and holding the spurs deep in his flesh. She rubbed her ass on his back and let a long moan at times. She stopped him, pulling his reins back. She unzipped her pants, pushing her crop deep in her panties. "I'll kick you now, but you stay still!", she whispered in his ear and started to kick him repeatedly, each time in the same wound. She finally let a long loud moan and he assumed she came. He could feel her thighs tremble on his body as she was surfing on the waves her orgasm. She dismounted and looked in the direction of her students. "He's yours now! Of course, after he cleans his blood from my spurs!", she said and placed the boot in front of Jon's eyes. He cleaned both spurs obediantely and kissed them. Satisfied, she walked away, leaving Jon in the sea of pain, blood and pleasure. From his position, he could see the youngest girl in the group. She could have only 15 or 16. His age! Unlike her instructor, she had clean white jodhpurs and boots. With ease, she sat on his back and dug the spurs in the same place her teacher did it. Jon started to move, trying to cancel the pain. But the pain was as much harder as the pleasure was. The girl didn't use the reins - she simply held his hair, which she found to be more effective. She held a small crop, which she used on his thighs. Soon, she stopped him and passed him to her friend. The other girl didn't use the spurs, but she had amazingly strong thighs that made Jon move fast. She applied her thighs to squeeze him so hard, he thought she would suffocate him. She used her hand to slap his butt and face and make him move faster. Soon, she stopped him and gave him to another rider. The third equestrienne was very interesting: tall blond, having that model-look! Her clothes were different too - she had a jean shorts with little cowboy boots on. Her legs were long and very sexy. Jon assumed she didn't wear spurs. He was wrong - walking around him, she inspected his body while he could see the most cruel spurs he ever saw - huge gold rowels, shining hard on the sunlight, looked just great on her black boots. "Mexican spurs!", she told him and he could feel her sexy naked legs, hugging his body. He couldn't believe that was happening to him. She squeezed his body so gently, sexily, making his cock errect hard! She started to move her thighs in circles, making him harder and harder. "You're a really wild stud!", she whispered, "and I love wild studs! And you know what I like to do to studs?". Jon was quiet, as was everyone else. The silence was broken by Jon's yell, as he felt his rider's spurs dig in his wounds. "I love to break them, honey!", she said and Jon started to run. The blonde kicked him hard in the wounds again. "Oh, honey ... you're wounded!", she said quietly, "well, I won't touch your wounds - I know they hurt". She was quiet for a while and then kicked him again, at the top of his thighs. With that she whispered: "I'll make new ones!". She kicked him once again. He was pretty muscular there, so she couldn't make him bleed with the first kick. With the second kick, she sighed: "You know, honey, I don't like to kill the horse with a single kick, as I dislike to fuck on my first date. The more times I kick you, more you will suffer!". She kicked him again, to make him pain, but not to make him bleed. She moaned at the same time, touching herself on his back. He could even feel her pussy, as she was sliding it up and down his back. She really enjoyed. She was moaning louder when Jon felt her pussy becoming more and more wet. At the place on his skin she was kicking got near breaking. "OK, honey ... time to die!", she said and kicked harder than ever. His skin started to bleed. He yelled, she moaned of pleasure. She started to dig the spurs deeply in the wounds she just made while her body begun to tremble. She continued to kick him while she came loudly. She stopped him and dismounted softly. Naturally, she made him clean her spurs and then - unlike all other girls - she gave him a wet, passionate kiss. The other girls were different, but noone was so passionate as the tall blonde. All of them had spurs, but not all of them had sharp ones. The girls with blunt spurs used them on the wounds that someone else made on Jon's body, while the others tried to make their own wounds. One of them even tried to make her own blood spots on Jon's body, though she didn't have an appropriate pair of spurs. But - using several strong kicks she made it, while Jon suffered in hard pain. Finally, the two smallest girls in the group decided to make a double ride. They strode Jon's body, which suffered under them. One of them applied the spurs. Jon tried to move, but he fell on his stomach. The girls stood up and started to kick him, one of them even applying spurs directly into his ribs. "Enough!", the best known instructor's strong sexy voice said and the girls moved away from Jon. Jon got on all 4s again, his body full of blood and dirt. The instructor held something, which Jon assumed it was a huge whip. He wondered what Mistress Jacqueline would do. He was looking down to the ground. Finally, he heard her voice again: "Girls, I guess you had a lot of fun with this mount. Do you want we keep him in the stable?". Jon was so happy, as well as worried about his life. "Yes, yes!", the girls yelled almost at the same time and Mistress had no choice. "OK", she said quietly, "if you want to keep him, he must be marked as our property. I brought this with me. Prepare me the fire". Jon had no idea what she wanted. She placed the tip of the stick in the fire. Soon, she got closer to him and he saw ... a brand !!! She was going to brand him! He begged her not to do it, but she was deaf for the words coming from his mouth. He tried to move, but she placed her boot in the middle of his back, pressing him down on his stomach. Other girls came to help and pressed their boots all over his body. Soon, he was all covered with the boot soles. One of the girls placed the toe of her boot right in front of his face. He licked and kissed it, begging. She just smiled, took her boot back and shoved her toes in his mouth to make him quiet. Finally, the Mistress, took her boot off his back and placed it on the back side of his head. "Hold him tight, girls!". The branding iron was very close and ... Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! He jumped, wondering how he did it, since he was covered with the boots of all riders. He looked around. There were no horses and no riders. He was in the middle of a full classroom. He was standing above his place, while everyone was sit. "Good morning, Jon ... someone tried to kill you in your sweet dreams?", he heard a well-known sexy voice. In front of him, there was the same lady that tried to brand him a minute ago. Yes, a new Spanish teacher. His classmates were laughing loudly. The teacher just smiled and told him to sit down. She also recommended him not to sleep on her classes, while the rest of the class couldn't stop laughing. Walking to
the home, after school, he passed by the field, so much familiar to him.
A young blonde woman, dressed in proper full English attire, was riding
a horse. The blond girl from his dream! He tried to reach her closer.
He was running and running on the field, but her horse was faster. He
tried to catch that beast desperately. She looked at him and smiled, riding
her horse around him. Jon started to laugh himself. His very first laugh
from the moment his family moved to that town. They were playing for few
minutes when Jon looked at his watch. Owch! He was late for lunch. He
went away to the fence, forgetting about the sexy girl. Jon turned his
back to her and walked to the fence. The blond girl wondered what was
wrong the boy. She pulled the rein and spurred the horse in his direction.
She kicked it again and reached Jon at the edge of the field. She dismounted
the horse in front of Jon. He didn't waste his time. He asked her for
a date. Being in the same position as himself - moved recently to the
town with her parents - she had no choice. She accepted with a smile.
She gave him a slight kiss on the cheek, slightly touching the corner
of his mouth. He smiled and ran home. |