swimming hole but I doubted that they'd get much swimming done.
'Come on, Sally, let's go for a ride,' he pleaded.
My heart told me not to – but I was so lonely and scared of myself that I gave in without thinking about it and struggled up onto the horse, in front of him.
He kept his hands locked around my tummy for a while. Then, coyly, with a guilty grace that made it seem like an accident, found his way, one hand to my crotch and the other to my tit.
The feel of his hands through the heavy layers of cloth made me shudder and start to tremble. I'd lost my battle and knew it. I felt guilty, betrayed and ashamed of myself, but I was powerless to stop.
His hand fumbled with the button on my blouse and then slipped inside. My heart began to throb as he cupped my confined tit and squeezed. Tears welled in my eyes and sprinkled one at a time down my cheek, only to be dried by the breeze and sun.
Field after field vanished behind us as we rode slowly along. We reached a small grove of trees and he stopped the horse long enough to take my blouse off. We didn't say a word to each other as he unfastened and removed my bra. He helped me back into my blouse and I found my own hands unbuttoning my jeans and pulling the fly down so he could get his hands inside and stroke the light nylon of my panties.
His fingers rubbed the softness of my velvety tits and the leathery little nipples until they rose and poked urgently into his clumsy palm. The fingers from his other hand stroked the puffy mound of hair between my thighs and jiggled against my cuntlips as the home rumbled along.
I could feel the juices starting to bubble and flow inside and knew they'd fill my panties at any second. The trickle dammed up at the entrance of my cunt and then I was aware of its wetness making the crevice at the bottom of my ass wet so my cheeks slid wetly against each other, making me feel like I forgot to wipe myself.
His fingers pushed my panties against the slime and it collected there until it soaked through the double layer of nearly moisture-proof cloth and wet the tip of his stroking fingers.
My stomach was on fire again. My cunt had itching powder in it and my boobs ached with need. He slid his hand up, above my hairy triangle, poked beneath the thin, delicate elastic at the top and slid smoothly beneath the airy fabric, into my silky cunt-fur.
I felt him catch the very top of my little crack with the tip of his finger and tug at it curiously. Then he explored lower, tracing the gentle rise of my clit to the very top, where it poked out from the center of its hairy forest.
He wasn't experienced enough to dwell there. Instead he continued on, rubbing the crest of each cunt-petal until they swelled and pouted. His fingers traced the sides, at the bottom of the gully, circled around, just above the bubbling mouth of my cunt, and came back up the center, over my piss-hole, dragging my pussy-oil with it.
I squirmed and moaned in need as I bounced against his finger. One tit lay cupped in his hand and the other jiggled and bounced freely to the movement of the horse. We entered a small ravine and I made him stop so I could turn around and ride backward.
John gave the horse its head, letting her wander through the gully as it wanted while he examined my large tits and played with them. Getting my hands around his, I worked his fly open and struggled until I got his hard-on out of his pants.
We rode like that for several minutes, his hands inside my blouse and pants while I stroked and caressed the cock, jutting, like a fencepost, from his open fly.
When neither one of us could stand it any more he made the mare stop and we climbed down to undress. Laying our clothes on a big rock, so we would be able to find them again, he got up on the horse's back and made me climb in front of him.
He had me raise up, with my back to him so he could position his cock. I sat down, taking the snake inside me. It felt good! God, but it felt good! It was just the right size, satin smooth, hard, strong and warm. My clit drew down with my cuntlips as I settled on the thing and felt my cunt burn against his meat.
He braced himself and dug his heels into the horse's flank. We flew off at a trot, nude, racing to the end of the gully and back again. It was something else. We bounced up and down, into and away from each other. The cock roared in and shot out. One minute it jabbed me from one side, the next it came at me from the other. He let go of my boobs to keep his balance and I bent forward. Wrapping my arms around the mare I hung on for dear life, letting my tits dangle and scrape against either side of the horse's strong neck.
I felt John grab my hips and guide me for a few seconds as we bounced frantically along. His fingers spread my ass and I felt him rubbing my little asshole with his middle finger. He pushed against it teasingly, then harder, more demandingly. Finally he pushed it inside.
We rode that way for a couple of hundred yards and I could feel the delicious sensations of his cock and finger rubbing the same muscle from two directions. The heat rose in me to the right level and hung there, not increasing or burning out.
My mind was gripped by panic. Would it continue to rise beyond that point? If it did, would I pass out again or just go crazy? Would I be lucky enough to climax? Would I lose it? I fought for a solution. There had to be a way. To make it go over the brink and set me blissfully into heaven was what I needed.
My cunt began to quiver. I centered my thoughts, filling my mind with just one thing – orgasm! His cock kept thundering in and out. My tits kept rubbing against the coarse hair of the horse's mane and his finger stayed in my ass, but I barely noticed. I let each sensation melt into the other until they became one. My fires leveled off completely and then – just as he began to babble and spurt inside me – I felt a slight tingle! It wasn't much. I couldn't even be sure it was what I could call the start of an orgasm. It disappeared too fast. But it was a start! It was something to hope for!
I was happy for the first time since the rape. It seemed there really was a chance to return to normal. I felt like standing on the horse's back and shouting for joy – like doing cartwheels in the rocks.
We stopped the horse by our clothes, unplugged and climbed down. John watched as I happily squatted over a rock. I pissed and let his cum drain from my hopeful cunt. He even let me hold his cock while he pissed. I giggled happily and drew a smile in the dust by making his dick whip its stream back and forth.
'Let's try again!' I gushed.
'O.K.!' he agreed happily. 'Only this time let's do it on the ground and you suck me off.'
I agreed and found a spot in the soft grass. Tackling him as he was going down I managed to get my thighs around his head before he knew what was happening. Then I caught his limp cock between my lips, bit gently, and stretched it like a heavy rubber band.
I knew he wasn't too happy about licking his own cum out of my cunt, but I figured if I was going to clean my pussy-juice off his meat then he was just going to have to put up with it. The second his cock started to stiffen I sucked it inside and let it worm slowly out.
The heat and acrid smell of his boyish crotch assailed my nostrils and helped make my cunt-juice flow. I slid a finger between the cheeks of his ass and pushed against his asshole. His balls lay heavily in the palm of my hand as I slid the digit into his tight, dark hole.
He squirmed and moaned as I showed him what it was like to have something inside him. The heavy cord between his ass and balls throbbed as I slid the finger in and out. The smell of shit hit me and I was forced to plunge my finger inside him as far as I could and leave it there to keep from smelling it.
I began to develop a rhythm of up-and-down strokes along his cock as he discovered my clit and worked it over like a fish attacking a worm. We squealed, moaned and babbled as we drove each other to the brink of a new adventure. I gave in first. Anxious to see if I could increase the tiny wave of satisfaction I released his head and pulled up, letting his cock fall from my mouth.
He gave in without a struggle. He was drooling and ready. I climbed on top of him and guided his cock home. Imitating the way I'd seen my sister-in-law do it, I rolled my ass in little circles as I sank down on him.
John gasped and purred as I reached the bottom. Our pubic hair tangled and I started back up. Trying the same thing I had the time before, I concentrated on one thing – my orgasm. My cunt warmed and boiled. My juices flowed. My cunt tightened and expanded around his shaft without my trying. Everything was going beautifully. My nipples stiffened as he held, weighed and played with my tits. My belly tightened and my skin tingled.
I rose and rose, just like I should. I planed out. I hovered on the brink, like a diver getting ready to do a one-and-a-half off the high board. Then, just as he exploded, I lost it. I fell back into the despair of
