XXX Fiction

By Jan none.

I have too, admit that I was a rebellious brat
growing up. My mother was a single parent and we lived
in the farm town Lonsmith, east of Bakersfield. My Mom
worked in a discount store and sometimes worked in the
fields.

We lived in cheap dilapidated housing where the
swamp cooler worked at about 30% capacity. I resented
that we were unable to live like the poor families I saw on
TV. I rebelled against the discipline of hers and school.

Mom is a strawberry blonde with green eyes. She is
a slender woman with small breasts, and only five-feet
two-inches tall. I am a redhead with green eyes and
freckles, at the time I was only 11-years-old. I was skinny
and all legs, flat chested, and four-foot eight-inches tall. I
was barefooted most of the time, and my legs were
scabbed from flea bites.

Living in the southern end of the Central Valley is
like living in a frying pan. The valley is below sea level and
most of the year you live with the air-conditioners on
24/7. During the winters the ground fog is about ten feet
thick and you can’t see past the hood of a car.

One day shortly before the academic school year
was coming to an end I was in a terrible fight with my
mother. We even started hitting each other. The fight
ended without concession from either of us. We are too
much alike. The day after school let out for the summer a
new white Mercedes pulled up in front of our house.

I don’t really know where my mother met Victoria.
When she stepped out of that white car, I was impressed
by the way she was dressed. Everything about her reeked
of money. She was wearing a soft pastel green knit suit.
(I learned that the suit was cashmere.) The high heeled
pumps she was wearing looked like tan plastic with red
soles and the stiletto heels were five or six inches. She
had a double row of what I learned were fresh water
pearls. Her face looked like she was not wearing any
makeup, but her skin was too perfect. The pink pearl
lipstick was just right. As for her plenum blonde hair, the
only hair that was that perfect could be seen in old movies
from the early 1960s of Doris Day and Tippi Hedren. I was
dumb struck by her beauty.

My mother told me: “Gather up my belongings and
clothes and put them in a bag! You will be spending the
summer at Victoria’s!”

I was in shock as I stuffed my clothes and the two
pairs of shoes along with my toothbrush and hairbrush
into a bag. When I was finished. Mom carried my bag to
the car and put it in the back seat. She gave me a peck on
the cheek as she pushed me into the passenger side of the
car and closed the door. As we drove away, I looked back
at my mother in confusion. She was standing there with
her hands on her hips

As Victoria made our way to Interstate 5, I asked:
“Why am I going to be staying with you this summer?”

“Your mother feels that you need to learn to
respect your elders!”

I sat there in silence during the eight-hour drive
north. I had no idea where she was taking me. I had
never been very far away from home before. I felt like the
woman was driving forever. I was afraid to ask how much
longer.

The only stop she made was for us to get something
to eat and fill the gas rank. I was turned around when we
left Interstate 5 and we wound around until we joined
Highway 101. I saw a road sign that said it was 40 miles to
Santa Rosa before we turned off the highway and drove
several miles until we came to a rural road. We
eventually came to a road with a white washed fence that
led us to a sprawling ranch complex. The house was large
and almost palatial with several visible large barns in the
background. I had no idea how large the ranch was.

She pulled the car up in front of the covered
portico. A man and woman came out to greet the car.
After they welcomed Victoria home, I was introduced to
Rosa and her husband Fernando. Victoria told Fernando
to take my luggage from the back seat. When he did as
instructed Rosa led us into the home,

I was overwhelmed by my surroundings as the maid
led us to the kitchen through a formal dining room. There
was less formal dining area adjacent to the kitchen where
Rosa served us something to eat. After our meal Victoria
took me on a tour of her pride and joy.

We walked several hundred feet to a large barn. It
was the stable for her horses. The stable was something
to see, the walls were finished with vertical wooden 4″
boards in alternating oak and walnut. The concrete floor
was a covered with a heavy rubber pad. There was a
bathroom, tack room, and at least 20 stalls for her horses.

She pointed out that she was an Arabian breeder
and that she had a dozen mares, one colt, and a stallion
that was named Sultan. She also pointed out that she
named all-of her mares with female Arabian names. Then
she opened the tack room.

I was struck by the fact that all-of the saddles were
on barrel saw horses with matching harnesses matched to
the saddle. There were shelves with horse blankets and
saddle blankets. There were also a couple of hay bales in
there as well. I was struck by the strong medicine smell,
an oily smell, and the smell of leather. Victoria pointed
out that the smell was old liniment and linseed oil, and
the smell of leather tack. She went on to explain that I
would be staying in the tack room.

She added that my duties would be to care for the
horses. My duties would be explained in the morning.
She showed me the bathroom next. It had a shower along
with a toilet and a nice sink with a vanity mirror. She left
me at that point to let me prepare for bed.

After I took a shower and brushed my teeth, I
returned to the tach room and found that my belongings
were next to the hay bales and there were horse blankets
covering the hay bales. I prepared to sleep in my panties.

*****

In the morning I was woken up by Fernando
knocking on the door. He told me to get dressed and
come to the house for breakfast. As soon as I was dressed
and fed Victoria led me back to the stables. She explained
to me that from now on I was to perform my chores in the
nude. When I objected, she slapped my face. When I
removed my dress, shoes, and panties. I was told that for
today he wanted me to curry all the horses first. In the
future you will have to get up early and milk all the mares
before coming in for breakfast. He demonstrated for me
how to curry the horse in the first stall.

That was the one named Jasmine. I had bever been
that close to a horse before, and she was a reddish
colored horse. I didn’t know anything about horses but I
could tell these were special horses. I was given a metal
brush and was shown how to brush the hair on her body
as well as her main and tail. I spent the morning currying
all-of the horses. When I curried the Sultan, I was
disappointed when I got a look at the size of his cock
when he peed. When I was done the horses were let out
to pasture, but the Sultan was put in a separate pasture.

Then I was handed a shovel and had to scoop up all
the horse-dropping and put them in a wheelbarrow and
take it to a manure pile. Then I used a hose to wash the
urine down a drain. I knew this was going to be
something I wasn’t going to like quickly.

Later in the afternoon I was informed that it was
time to milk the mares again. I was taught how to wash
the two teats and found out they had a barn for milking
them. I had never thought about milking horses. Just like
they do with cows they have metal bars to lock them in
place while they eat oats. I washed their teats and
attached the two cups and started the machine that
milked them.

The only mare I didn’t have to milk was Alliyah. She has a
colt that is still nursing. I couldn’t believe how much that
papered Arabian was worth. Even Sultan’s sperm was
worth more than the cost of the house Mom and I lived
in. I balked when I was told that I had to masturbate him
to collect his sperm, and was slapped again. I even
eventually had to stick my arm up his ass to massage his
prostrate to make him cum in a vessel that was labeled
and dated before flash freezing.

When I became comfortable with the daily routine,
I was allowed to saddle the horses and ride them around
the ranch, with the stipulation that I do so in the nude.

After the first month I was allowed to sleep in the
big house. My reward for doing a good job taking care of
her horses was to be allowed to suck on Victoria’s breasts
and her pussy. Being naked all day by the end of the
summer I was so tanned that the freckles were not all that
noticeable. I had become so comfortable with
masturbating Sultan and the mares that sucking on the clit
of Victoria and probing her vagina and asshole was no
problem. Before she returned me to my mother, she
tested my willingness to behave by telling me to suck
Rosa’s cunt and asshole.

I knelt right there in front of Victoria and lifted
Rosa’s dress up. She was not wearing nylons or panties.
Her brown body and her black pubic bush was straight,
thick, and coarse. By the time I made her cum my face
was rubbed raw on her pubic hair.

When Victoria delivered me back home, I had a new
wardrobe for school. When Mom and came out of her
bedroom and they kissed goodbye I knew that Mom had
sucked Victoria’s pussy. It was confirmed when Mom
kissed me later because her face smelled of Vitotia’s
pussy. I had a new understanding about myself.

That fall I made a pass at my middle-aged biology
teacher. She not only didn’t rebuff my advance she
turned out to be an explant love. It was very nice to lay
between her legs and resting my face on her soft thighs
and enjoying the aroma of her pussy. She was just as
happy to slobber all over my cunt and asshole. I spent the
year looking forward to returning to Victoria’s ranch next
year.

 

 

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