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Growing Up - 2
by Michael (no address provided)
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An older and more experienced teen likes to receive oral
sex. (MF-teens, oral)
***
My older sister was horse crazy. When she was young (and
I was very young) she took riding lessons. The stables
were about 20 miles away. That meant that she needed to
be shuttled back and forth. Mass transit wasn't
available. The lessons only lasted a few months. She
must have learned the basics because she started to ride
at a stable that was much closer. This was a couple
miles.
She talked about the horses and the people that owned
them a lot. It sounded like a place I would like so I
hopped on my bike and rode up there.
On a Saturday it was a busy place. There were people
mucking out stalls and preparing horses to ride. It was
fairly easy for me to find something to do so I wouldn't
be kicked out. Mostly that meant I was mucking out
stalls.
At first I did a bad job. Then I was shown how it should
look when I finished. In a busy stable you would be
surprised how many people ignore you when you have a
dirty shovel, a pitchfork and a wheelbarrow. Everyone
left me alone even if I was just hanging out.
It was a warm summer day. I rode to the stables early in
the morning. I got to know a few of the horses. Between
them and the dogs the trip was worth it. The "leased"
stalls were mostly empty. The horse owners had saddled
their animals for an early morning ride.
The stalls, that contained the horses that I liked or
that were rented to people I liked, I cleaned out. It
was the responsibility of the owner to do that job but I
did it so I could have access to the horses when they
were there. As I said, when you were shoveling shit
people didn't bother you.
After lunch everything slowed down. The stalls were
done, most of the horses were munching on their hay out
of the heat. The only horses out were rentals. I was
watching two riders in the ring.
A glance to the left showed that a girl was next to me.
I never heard her approach.
"So what do I have to do to get onto your list?" She
asked.
She owned her own horse and leased one of the stalls.
Her horse was a large Morgan. Brown with a black mane.
He was never to friendly towards me and Carol Meecham,
while I had seen her many times around town wasn't that
friendly either.
She was taller than me by three or four inches. She
probably outweighed me too but she was built slim. I had
no idea who her parents were. She lived on the north end
of town while I lived on the south end so our paths
didn't cross that often.
"Well you could tell your horse to be friendlier with
me." I answered. I was certain she was trying to get me
to do her stall for her. She looked at me like I had
three heads.
"OK, I'll tell her to be extra nice to you," she said,
like she didn't get it at all. "Let's go right now.
She's tired from our ride and she will be gentle."
I followed her to the stall area.
Her horse was munching hay. She had already drank her
fill of water. Carol went into the stall and was greeted
in a manner that to me wasn't that friendly. I followed
her in. When the horse turned towards me she grabbed the
bridle. I gently rubbed the flank and the head between
the eyes. That worked with the other horses in the
stable but not with hers. I think that horse was just
unfriendly and better left alone.
"So that is all it takes for you to be nice to me. I
have heard some wonderful stories about you," she said.
"I thought you wanted me to clean the stall," I said. "I
would be nice to you even if the horse hates me."
She smiled at me.
We exited the stall and climbed the straight ladder up
to the hay loft. The planks of the loft were wide spaced
so we climbed onto the hay bales to keep the hay dust
from falling down into the barn. Carol unbuttoned her
jeans and pushed them down. I pulled off one of her
boots and slid that leg of her jeans off. Her underwear
followed. She laid back on the hay bale.
The temperature was above 80 and the humidity was high.
She had been riding all morning. Her vagina was
untrimmed. It was quite ripe. I opened it, gently
brushing the curly hair from her slit. The smell was
strong and the taste was overpowering.
It was only a few seconds until she started to flow. I
did exactly what I did to the other three girls. I
licked her outer lips, then the folds between her labia,
then I did her opening which by this time was well
lubricated.
Then I teased her clit from under its hood. I felt the
muscles on her legs stiffen. She wrapped her legs around
my head and pulled my face into her vagina. I tested her
reaction as I concentrated on different parts of her.
The biggest reaction I got from her was when I sucked
her clit into my mouth while I ran my tongue around it.
"Oh, God that feels good. Stick your finger into me."
She urged. I had never penetrated Joan, Sandy or
Elizabeth. They were still virgins and wanted to stay
that way. Carol however was anxious for me to stretch
her insides. I slid my index and middle finger into her
vaginal opening. That was all it took. She started to
shake. She clamped down on my fingers with her pelvic
muscles and she released a lot of lubricant.
I continued to lick her and twirl my finger inside her.
Eventually she stilled. I withdrew my fingers from her
and licked her clean.
"That feel ok? I asked softly, as I leaned back onto my
haunches.
"That felt wonderful. I can't tell you how much I needed
that." She answered. She was untangling her clothing and
I helped her get dressed again. It was still hot and
sticky.
"Are you ok?" She asked.
My dick was so hard it was throbbing. "I'm fine," I
answered.
"I have a few friends that would love a little attention
from you. Do you mind if I mention it to them?" she
said. She lived in another part of town and moved in a
totally different circle than I did. I knew some of the
girls that she knew. Some were on my "A" list and some
weren't. I thought about the adage about there being no
bad publicity. She had contact with older girls and
girls my age that I never saw.
"No, that would be ok," I answered.
Over the next few weeks I noticed that a few of the
girls in my class at school would giggle when I walked
by. Their eyes locked on mine and they usually had a
grin on their faces. It took a few days but eventually I
realized those girls all lived on the north end of town.
To be continued?