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.