Bob Wallace
Sucking daughter, bucking horse
CHAPTER ONE
Patsy Sloane caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Excitement flashed back from her pretty reflection. She was fifteen, blonde, with wide innocent blue eyes and big overripe tits that made all the boys in school drool.
She paced the small room, waiting, anxious. She stopped. Someone was coming! A loud knock on the door caused her heart to skip a beat.
"Come in," she said meekly. Trembling she watched the door open.
Ellen, the leader of the small exclusive Horse Club, came into the room first. Tracy and Mary were behind her. They were barely able to keep their excitement contained.
"Are you ready, Patsy?" Ellen asked, anticipating the afternoon's events. She feasted her eyes on the trembling blonde, remembering her own initiation four years ago into Hillside's Horse Club. A tremor swept through her hot sexy body.
Patsy nodded. "I'm ready," she said tremulously. She looked at the three girls. She was the youngest. A nervous smile failed. She felt funny. It was almost sexual – the secrecy, the unknown. She giggled to herself. Since the beginning of summer everything was sexual to her.
"Put the blindfold on her," Ellen ordered.
Patsy gulped and trembled as Mary put the blindfold over her eyes and Tracy tied it tight. A shudder caromed through her virgin body, a sexual shudder that caused the spongy muscles in her virgin pussy to moisten the tight channel of her unused pussy.
Ellen took her hand and with Tracy and Mary giggling, she led Patsy from the small room, through the club house, and out to the barn.
Patsy stumbled once. She felt strange, disoriented. She took a deep breath, smelling the hay. A knowing smile crossed her face. She was in the barn. Knowing where she was relieved some of her fear. There was nothing to be frightened of in the barn.
She heard voices and knew that the other girls in the club were staring at her. It excited her. "What… what… are you… doing?"
She began to shake. Hands were pawing her body, kneading her ass, her tits. A hand jabbed between her legs, roughly rubbing her pussy through her tight jeans.
Ellen laughed. "Getting to know our new pledge," she said. Ellen's fingers curled into one of Patsy's soft rounded tits. "Mmmm, they're real."
"Stop," Patsy protested. A wave of panic swept over her. Her heart was thumping and she tried unsuccessfully to fend off the hands that were fondling her body. "Stop!" she moaned, almost breaking into tears.
Tracy and Mary each took hold of Patsy's arm, making it impossible for the sexy blonde girl to protect her tits and crotch. Ellen roamed Patsy's quivering body with her hands, kneading, squeezing. The rest of the girls drooled hungrily as they watched.
With a hand on each tit, Ellen stared into Patsy's flushed face and grinned. She knew the fear Patsy felt because of the added element of darkness that the blindfold created. "Do you want to be a member of the Hillside Horse Club?"
"Yes," Patsy gasped. Ellen's hands were getting her hot. Pussy juice saturated her virgin cunt. "Why… why this?"
"Just part of the initiation," Ellen said. "Right, girls?"
Patsy moaned as a chorus of voices filled the barn. Her nipples were getting hard, pressing against her bra. They ached. She moaned as Ellen's hands roamed her body at will, exploring.
"I think we can let go of her arms now," Mary said. "I think she's creaming already." Mary released her grip on Patsy's arm.
Tracy did the same, stepping back to watch. Like every girl in the room, Tracy drooled, remembering her own erotic initiation. "She's really turned on!"
"I told you," Ellen said smugly. "I knew Patsy was perfect for our little Horse Club," she laughed.
"What are you doing now?" Patsy gasped as Ellen's hands pulled at her blouse. She was dizzy, standing in the center of the barn, blindfolded, with everyone staring, everyone but her knowing what would be happening next.
"I'm going to show everyone that your tits are real. Some of the girls think you wear falsies," Ellen laughed.
Patsy gasped. Her knees weakened. She wanted to belong to the Horse Club more than anything. She loved horses. She loved to ride them and care for them. She bit her bottom lip and accepted her fate. If it was a show they wanted, she was going to give it to them. Any price was worth paying to ride the ponies and horses the Horse Club owned. Any price was worth it to belong.
"Mmmm, nice and plump," Ellen said, after slipping off Patsy's blouse.
"Take off her bra," Tracy sighed, and leered at Patsy's ripe tits spilling from the lace.
Patsy felt as if she were on fire. She was glad no one could see her eyes. If they could, they would be able to see how hot she was. Goose bumps dotted her smooth flesh as Ellen's hands caressed her tits.
"Do you like having your tits played with?" Ellen purred.
"Nnnn," Patsy moaned. She nodded, her legs trembling.
Ellen licked her lips. "Then you should take off your bra and show us that there is nothing false about your tits." She stepped back, her own body tingling. Patsy looked delicious and she could think of nothing else but the blonde's virgin pussy.
Patsy brought her hands to her bra. She fumbled with the snap, glad for the first time in her life that she had big tits, bigger, she knew, than Ellen's, who was three years older. The bra came away in her hand. Her plump fleshy globes became exposed. She heard everyone gasp and smiled inwardly. Trying not to be too obvious about it she pulled her shoulders back jutting her tits out proudly, tingling with lust.
"Now your jeans," Ellen said, her voice coated with desire. "We want to see how sexy our new member is."
Hot from displaying her tits and the earlier fondling of her body, Patsy obeyed willingly. She was confident that she had the best body of any girl in Hillside.
With a hot smile on her face, Patsy fumbled with her jeans, almost tripping as they slipped down over her slim hips. She cried out, swaying, her arms waving in the air, her jeans caught around her ankles.
Tracy and Mary both grabbed her, keeping her from falling. For their effort, each copped a feel, enjoying the warm, pliant meat of Patsy's huge, creamy tits.
"Ewwww," Patsy sighed, getting into the swing of things. With Tracy's and Mary's support, she kicked off her jeans and sandals. Except for a pair of bikini panties and the blindfold, the teenaged blonde was naked.
Ellen came forward. The other two girls moved back, their eyes, like everyone else's, glued to Patsy's beautiful body. Ellen was tingling, hungry for the new member. "Are you going to do everything you're told without question?"
Patsy felt the closeness of the older girl. It excited her. She nodded. "Yes." She was a little frightened. Ellen's voice sounded so ominous.
Ellen brought her hot anxious hands to Patsy's luscious body. As president of the Horse Club, she had the honors of breaking Patsy in. She caressed the creamy flesh of Patsy's tits, roamed over her hips and panty-clad ass cheeks. Fingers skimmed between Patsy's long legs. Her inner thighs were warm to the touch, her crotch moist with virgin juice.
Patsy's breathing quickened. She heard Ellen's ragged breaths. Knowing the older girl was hot, Patsy trembled more. Her mind swirled. For a moment, she felt as if she were alone with Ellen. She opened her mouth and a soft sigh floated out.
Ellen felt the same. Patsy's sigh penetrated her stupor and she blinked. "Get down on your back," she said, her voice quaking with lust.
Trembling, not knowing what to expect, Patsy stretched out on the hay-strewn floor. She felt, for a moment, like a sacrifice. It made her quiver.
"Now take off your panties," Ellen said. "Let's see your blonde pussy."
Patsy was glad she wasn't standing. If she had been, she knew she would have fallen. She eased her panties down her slim hips, then kicked them off as voices gasped and sighed.