When Lorena had been about eighteen months old, her mother had insisted that she be taught to ride a horse. At that age she had not had to do very much except to sit on the horse's back and be led around. To begin with there had always been somebody in the saddle to hold her but as she grew and got stronger the other person had been displaced and would walk beside her to stop her from falling.
By the time she was three Lorena had become quite a little horsewoman, able to ride and control the horse, at a trot, on her own. On her third Birthday Lorena had been given her very own pony, a female foal from the previous year that would hopefully grow with the little girl and remain a good steed for many years to come. This had been the case and the two had learned together the art of horsemanship.
The first time Lorena had had any idea that there was another way to ride a horse, was when she was five. She had seen, on several occasions, a girl of about fifteen, riding a horse, while slung in a cradle under the horse's belly. The girl had come for many weeks, and trained in this fashion, controlling the horse by pressure from her hands and feet, which were secured at the sides of the horse. Lorena had no idea that that was the way to control a horse whilst riding in this position but later had found this information from an aunt who introduced her to the art.
It was then that the connection was made. The girl had been fully dressed to begin with but as the months had passed she began to appear naked under the horse. The girl had ridden daily for about three hours per day for around five months and then Lorena had not seen her again for some time. It was shortly after her sixth Birthday that Lorena was again given a view of this strange riding method.
The family and staff had gone out to the fields to harvest the ripe crop of coffee. Lorena and a few members of the house staff had been the only ones to remain home. It had been a lovely morning and after the midday meal, Lorena had quietly hidden her self under some staging in the large riding school.
It had been dark under the staging and the poor girl, exhausted from the heat had lain down and fallen asleep. It was very quiet so there was nothing to disturb the slumbers of the weary. The hours had passed peacefully until towards four o'clock there had been some scuffling sounds and Lorena had been woken. The little girl, not sure whether she would get into trouble for hiding under the staging, crept quietly to a place where she could see what was happening.
Two of the house maids had led a large black horse into the riding school and were holding him steady in the middle of the ring. The horse was a stallion named Texcoco, and was adorned with the same type of sling harness that the strange girl had used to ride under the horse's belly earlier in the year.
This intrigued Lorena and she moved closer to the edge of the staging to get a better view. One of the maids, Titsilini, stripped of all her cloths had climbed, face down, into the harness. She wriggled and squirmed until she was all the way in to the arrangement of straps and buckles. The second maid, Kimali, held the horse steady trying to keep the nervous creature's motions to a minimum.
Once in position Titsilini wriggled round until she was facing up to the horse's chest. Then she swung her legs up either side of the horse and hooked her knees over two stirrups attached to the harness, one on either side of the horse. This was followed by pushing her arms through spaces in the harness and reaching up with her hands to take hold of two handles. There was quite a bit of chatter between the two maids. Kimali walked round the horse and secured Titsilini's hands and feet to straps that hung from the harness. Then she went back to the head of the horse and chatted some more with the rider.
While there had been activity, Lorena had watched every move of the two girls and what they were doing, now that they seemed to be just chatting Lorena looked more closely at the arrangement, and then looked at how the horse was taking it. It was then that she noticed the enormous penis that the horse was sporting. It was hot in the school which would account for some of the exposure, but heat normally only made the horse extend his penis so it hung limp. This was stiff and straight pointing at an angle forwards toward the ground. It looked as though the stallion had smelt a mare on heat, but that could not be. None of the mares were on heat at present.
Lorena understood all about the mating of horses. She had seen many times, how the stallion was lead into a paddock that already contained the prospective mare. The stallion's penis would get hard and start to slap his stomach and then when he tried to get on top of the mare, one of the men close by would grab the penis and stick it into the mare's vagina.
The two horses would then stand together and the stallion would continue to try to get on top of the mare. When he found that he could not, he would slide off the mare and the stiff penis would go soft and disappear up between his hind legs. The first time Lorena had seen this she had thought it was very funny. Everybody knew that horses could not ride other horses. However one of the men had sent her away, so she remembered not to laugh next time.
Now here was a stallion going through the motions as though he was about to try and ride another horse, but there were only two maids close by. Suddenly there was action again. Kimali walked to the back of the stallion and crouched down. She was in front of the horse's back legs, so Lorena could not see what was going on. Then she stepped away and went back to holding the leading reins. Immediately it was obvious what had been done. The stallion's penis was now inserted into Titsilini's vagina and about half of it was hidden this way.
Lorena was stunned that such a huge thing could go into a vagina. She thought about her own little hole. Still naked, hairless and small. She had put her finger in the entrance sometimes when it had itched, but there was a thick piece of skin there that stopped her going deeper than a few millimetres. She knew that it went deeper because there was a hole there that she peed from, she had seen it in a mirror, but the hole was tiny. There was no way that she could have a horse stick his penis in that little place.
The two maids chatted a little longer and then Kimali, holding the horse's bridle, led the horse and its under-slung rider out of the school into the yard. Lorena scrambled quickly through the struts and bracing's of the staging and then ran to the door of the school. The maids and the horse were there walking round and round the yard and a number of the house staff had come out to watch. Lorena noticed her Mother on one of the balconies, surveying the proceedings.
She crept back into a shadow in the hope that she had not been seen. However she stayed where she could watch most of what went on in the yard. The horse was led round five or six times and then one of the hands opened the gate that led to the fields and the little group walked out and down the path, out of sight. The servants all filed back into the house and Lorena's Mother limped quietly back off the balcony into her room.
Lorena stayed hidden for a short while, then crossed the yard to the house and went to see her Mother. As she crossed the court yard, Lorena thought hard about how she would ask her mother about the afternoon's events. It could be quite a tricky subject because it involved nudity and a horse's penis, a subject that should never be talked about in polite society. She entered the big house and climbed the stairs to her mother's room. On the landing outside her mother's room she smoothed down her dress and then tapped lightly on the hard timber panelled door. She had to wait for a while but then a voice called out.
"Come." Just the one word. It had been all that Lorena had expected. She pulled down on the handle and pushed hard on the heavy portal. It swung slowly in to expose the beautifully furnished chamber. Lorena slipped in once the door was open enough and then pushed the door shut again. It gave a satisfying click as it latched. "Hello darling." The musical tones of her mother's voice were a comfort to Lorena as she turned to pose her question, but the feeling of unease was not totally subdued. "Where have you been all afternoon? I have not seen you since lunch. Have you enjoyed your afternoon?
Lorena, still not sure that she could trust her voice to be totally as she wanted, ran over to her Mother and gave her a big hug. This she knew would give a warm feeling to her Mother and at the same time grant herself more time to compose her feelings. "I went to the stables for a short time but it was so hot I decided to find a shady spot to think. I think I went to sleep, I was woken by the sound of some horses in the yard I think. Did someone come to visit?" Lorena enquired.
"Oh no dear, it was just two of the maids taking a horse for a ride, so that they can have some exercise on their afternoon off." So, she was not going to be told as yet about the strange riding position, Lorena decided she could wait. She settled down into a comfortable chair next to her parent and they chatted about other things.
That night Lorena could not sleep, she thought about the two maids and the horse and considered all the possibilities that she could think of as to the meaning of what she had seen. Nothing really convincing came to her mind, so she was still awake when she heard the sound of a horse approaching the yard. She ran softly to the window and peered out. It was very dark and all but a few lights had been extinguished, but Lorena could just make out the shape of a horse and a person, walking up the path. Maybe they would tell her.
She slipped out of her room and headed down stairs to the door. Then she slipped out to the yard and stood waiting. She saw through the gloom, the person lead the horse into the stable block, so she ran over to see what was happening. She crept into the building and sidled up to the stall where the horse and maid were. Then she crouched down in the shadows and watched.
Kimali was giving the horse a gentle rub down and had filled the food trough with something for the horse to eat. As this activity was going on Lorena slipped unseen behind the horse and hid just inside the next stall. From there she could see what was going on and she took a keen interest in the arrangement of horse and rider. Titsilini was still hanging in the harness under the big horse, naked and with the thick penis still thrust into her vagina. The horse munched at its food.
The harness was made of a thick saddle like sheet of leather that rested on the horse's back. It was strapped to the horse in the usual way with a thick belly strap or girth. From the leather sheet seven leather straps hung down. One of these went around the horse's tail, the other six, three on either side supported a web of leather in which Titsilini rested. From these six straps there were branches that were used to strap the girl's hands, knees and ankles.
Titsilini was effectively held secure and unable to move any part of her body except her head. However there was enough play in the straps so that as the horse walked the cradle would swing to and fro and even a little to the side. After studying the straps and buckles for some time her eyes were drawn to the horse's penis. It was still very hard. Lorena was surprised that the stiffness could last so long. Normally it would go small again after just a quarter of an hour if the horse was joined to another horse. She wondered what kept it so hard. Then she looked at the way it entered Titsilini's vagina. She had a perfect view of the workings between the horse's back legs.
The penis was thick and round and Titsilini's vagina was stretched to a very large size in order to take the monster. The girl's vagina seemed different from what Lorena had expected. Apart from having enormous capacity it seemed to have extra bits. Lorena slipped her hand inside her nighty to feel her own opening. There were the large soft fleshy cushions around the hole but there was no sign of the thin lobe like pieces inside them. But Titsilini definitely had at least one thin fleshy lobe wrapped around the horse's penis, other than the thicker parts of her pussy.
Lorena slipped a finger into the slit between her thick soft lips and pressed against the piece of skin that had the hole in it. The increased pressure started to hurt so she removed her finger and felt other parts in that area. There was nothing that could take the size of the horse. How strange, still she was not fully grown yet so maybe things changed when she got older. Her finger slid further back and touched her anus. As she fondled she studied the rider again. No, the penis definitely went into the vagina. Lorena pressed at her anus anyway to test how easy it would be to get a penis in there. The muscles contracted in an involuntary action and stopped her entrance. So that would not work.
Suddenly the horse stepped sideways and Lorena's view was blocked by the position of the horse's leg. Titsilini groaned as the horse moved, the penis jolting inside her. Then Kimali who had been on the far side, walked round the horse's head to Lorena's side of the animal so she could finish grooming. Lorena darted back out of view and resumed hiding in the next stall. The grooming continued for about twenty minutes, and then Kimali put the brushes and cloths away "Will you be all right here all night on your own or would you like me to stay? Can I bring you some food?" Kimali asked her companion.
"No, no, you run along to bed, I will be fine. I do not think I could manage to swallow in this position, though before you go, if you could wet my lips I would feel better."
Kimali went to a large water container and dipping a small ladle into the water she carried the liquid to her friend. Kimali extended the ladle and poured the water over her face, Titsilini licking her lips as she did so. "Thank you, I will be all right now, you go to bed and have sweet dreams. I will see you in the morning. If you can just leave one light burning when you go, so that I don't get frightened by ghosts. Thank you, good night."
"Good night." Said Kimali as she slowly walked out of the stables extinguishing the lights as she went. Lorena found herself alone in a place that she should not have been, trapped. There was no one talking or moving now to hide her own activity. If she moved then the rider would hear.
She stayed still for some time, just listening to the sounds of the horses and woman breathing, and the occasional stamp of a horse hoof. She heard the jingling of the harness that held Titsilini suspended under Texcoco and peered through the dimness to see what was wrong. She found that in spite of there being little illumination in the building, she could still make out shapes quite clearly. She edged forward to get a closer look. The straw under her rustled as she moved and suddenly a harsh whisper cut the air.
"Who's there?" Lorena was startled into stillness and sitting back on her haunches she waited. "Who's there?" Came the voice again. Lorena did not answer. Slowly she realised that she was really stuck. The maid was not going to sleep and if Lorena moved again then the straw would give her away. The only reason that she had managed to get in was because of the noise that Kimali had been making while talking and wiping down the horse.
The night would be long and Lorena did not want to spend the rest of it fixed in one position so she slowly came to the conclusion that the only thing to do was to make her presence known and suffer the consequences. Her original intention had been to talk to one of the women and quiz them about this strange mode of riding, she may as well go ahead with that plan. She called out gently to the maid suspended under the horse.
"Titsilini, are you awake?"
"So there is someone there, I was beginning to think I had heard some rat or something. Is that you Lorena? What are you doing here, so late in the night?" the maid sounded worried. "If your Mother finds you here we will both be in trouble and I will loose my job. You must go back to bed now and not tell anyone that you were here. Go now before somebody comes."
"I could not sleep and when I heard you ride back I thought I would come down to find out what you are doing. Do you mind? Please don't make me leave I do so want to know and I dare not talk to my mother, please let me stay just for a little while, I thought you were my friend and I could talk to you about anything."
"I do not mind I am sure that your mother would be very angry if she found you here. Such an action from such a young girl. You must leave at once." All this was said in a harsh whisper. Lorena did not want to leave and put up a hard argument in order to stay. Eventually the helpless maid was worn down until she relented. "Well, you are here now, what did you want to know?"
"You won't tell anyone that I was here will you?" Begged Lorena.
"No I won't tell, I would probably be killed and sold as stake if your Mother found out, but you will have to leave here before it starts to get light. If Rodrigues finds you here so early he will tell your Mother." Lorena took stock of this fact and promised herself to be back in bed before dawn.
"I will go before dawn. Why are you riding this horse up side down? It looks very strange and you might get kicked being so close to his legs. Can you make him gallop like that or only walk? What does it feel like to hang like that for so long? Does it hurt to have such a large thing inside you? Will he try to climb on top of other horses while you are there? How long will you stay like that? Do you eat while you are there? How do you go to the toilet?"
"Stop, stop, one question at a time please, or I shall forget some. And you must keep your voice down, somebody may hear you and come to see what you are doing here.
The first question was why am I riding Texcoco like this. I am doing it because I like riding like this. It makes me feel good, but once I have finished I have to wait for Texcoco to finish. When he thinks it is finished then his penis will go small and drop out of me. That is when I will be able to go back to work."
"Is it like when he tries to climb on to another horse, and then finds he can't, so he drops off and his penis disappears again?" the enquiring mind of the little girl was trying to sort out the differences and similarities between the two ideas. It was not easy. "Yes a bit like that." Another idea filled Lorena's mind as she assimilated the new information.
"Will you have a baby? Every time Texcoco tries to get on top of another horse the other horse has a foal. Will you have a foal?"
"No, I will not have a foal. A human can not give birth to a horse, only a horse can do that."
"How long will you stay like that? Is Texcoco finished yet?" Came the next question from the little girls inquiring mind. Each question was answered with patience and understanding though the answers were not always as complete as Lorena would have liked. However she gleaned a large quantity of information. As she talked to the maid she took the opportunity to get close to the coupling and study it closely. She sat in the straw at the horse's feet and lifting her night dress over her head she started to do a comparison of their two pussies. Her own was much smaller and there appeared to be several things missing. There was no thin fleshy bits, but she had seen that earlier.
Now she noticed that the little triangle of flesh with the sticking out pointy bit, at the top of the maid's vagina, was also missing on herself. She could also see that the maid had a small hole just above the place where the horse's penis went in. Questions were asked about all these things. Then the horse moved again.
The maid rocked in the harness as the large penis momentarily penetrated deeper. A creamy white jelly like liquid oozed out of the maids vagina and stuck to her buttocks and anus. Another question. When she was told to leave because it was nearly dawn, she did not resent the instruction. She left quietly and ran to her room, leaving the maid much relieved, hanging in her harness, stretched by the mass of horse flesh that entered her tender loins. The horse did not mind and just kept on eating.
Time passed and Lorena had to be satisfied with the information that she had got so far. There were no chances presented to her where she could build on that start. It was spring again before a new situation showed its head. The young girl that Lorena had seen riding under a horse the previous year, showed up again. It had been a pleasant sunny morning and Lorena had been having her daily horse ride in the fields around the hacienda. The local workers were out in force looking after the fields of coffee plants and cocoa.
The ride had taken a little longer than had been expected and Lorena was late for her tuition. She had ridden quickly into the yard and dismounted, then without a thought she had walked her horse into the stables. As she had passed along the stalls looking for a free space she had seen a horse she did nor recognise, in one of the stalls. It was rigged with the now familiar harness. She found a free stall and lead her horse in. Then with a quick word to the stable boy to groom and water the horse she left to look at the newly rigged horse. It was not one of their horses, she did not remember seeing the beast before, until the girl walked into the stables. She was wrapped in a blanket and had nothing on her feet. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Lorena. She started to turn and leave.
Lorena had to think fast. Her tuition went out the window as she softly said. "Please don't go, I would like to help you if you will let me." The girl looked back, hesitating before she fled. Lorena was encouraged by the girl's delay, and continued. "I know how to do up the straps and I promise not to do them too tight." Lorena had seen them done once, at close quarters, and the fact that the other girl was at least ten years older did not worry her at all. The girl turned toward her.
"If you help me in will you lead me as well?" Lorena beamed with delight at the invite and all other plans evaporated into nothing. "Of course I will, I would love to do this for you. I want to do the same as you when I am grown." It was then that the idea that she wanted to be a belly rider gelled in her mind. It was to become her one burning ambition and take her further than this bigger girl would ever dream of going.
The girl started toward Lorena. So she had made a substantial decision and now she realised that it had been her ambition to ride like this since she had had the chat with Titsilini all those months before. Lorena turned and walked into the stall that contained the horse. She went to the head of the horse and took the bridle. The other girl came in behind her. "What's your name?" She asked, as she removed the blanket that had covered her so far. Lorena looked up at the girl to answer. She was looking at a totally naked girl who was quite attractive and slim. Firm round breasts flat tummy and bald pussy. Lorena hesitated in her reply. The girl looked at her questioningly, there was a smug expression on the girl's face.
"Is anything wrong?" Lorena was prompted into a response. "No everything is fine, I was just thinking I would like to look like you when I am grown. You are so slim and beautiful." There was another short silence. "My name is Lorena, my Father owns this land." The other girl's mouth dropped open in surprise. "Your Father is Don Albert La Ruse Dell Fuego?" she dropped to her knees and clenching her hands in front of her chest as though in prayer.
"Please forgive me I would never have spoken to you in that manner if I had known that you were the daughter of...."
"It is all right, you were not to know who I was just as I do not know who you are. I hope this will not spoil our friendship. I do want to help you or I would not have asked. Please get up and tell me your name." Lorena smiled at the girl and offered her a hand. It was taken tentatively and the young lady stood. Her head hung as though in shame. Lorena tried to bring her round.
"As long as we can keep it so, I would like you to forget that I am my father's daughter, and just pretend that I am another working girl. I am sure that we can get along well together but I fear that the adults will try to keep us apart. Lets hope they take their time about it, you can call me Lora. Now you still have not told me your name so unless you do I shall have to call you Girl, or Rider or just Hay You. Do you have a preference?" The girl looked up at Lorena and seeing that she was smiling, smiled back.
"My name is Neltitaca Xaltocan." She looked at Lorena wondering if the connection would be made between herself and her cousin Titsilini. Evidently not, so she announced the relationship. Lorena nodded understandingly and then asked a question that made a different connection.
"Is that why you both like to ride under horses, because of your family connection?"
"There is a connection in that we both have the same tutor, but we ride for different reasons. Titsilini started riding because she likes horses, my reason is more personal and I would rather not say yet, if you don't mind. However I do enjoy riding like this." Just then there was a cough at the door of the stables and an elderly woman walked in. She must have been fifty and walked with a very bad limp, using two sticks to support her frail body. "Come on..." there was a hesitance. Then she continued. "Hhummm, Titaca, climb into the harness. You should not keep an old lady waiting."
There was an element of irritation in the old woman's voice. "Are, you have found a new person to help, have you, well that is fine with me. It means that I can go back to my nice chair and rest my legs. Come here girl and I will show you what to do now." Lorena recognised the unfriendly nick name that had been made from the older girl's proper name.
Neltitaca got down on her hands and knees and then slowly and carefully climbed into the harness. Again the manoeuvre was made by going in face down and then turning over to lie on her back before being strapped in. Lorena watched carefully, she would do this one day. When the girl was in, Lorena went to the old lady and crouched down to watch what she did. The old lady produced a small tube with a needle in the end. The tube contained a blue green liquid. She gave the contraption to Lorena.
"You may as well learn right from the start so do exactly as I say. If you do not you may kill the horse so be very sure to listen and remember." There seemed to be no concern for the girl underneath, who would be crushed if the horse collapsed and died. "First point the syringe up with the needle at the top." Lorena did as she was told. Horses are expensive so she was not going to do anything wrong.
"Right, now tap the tube and make all the bubbles go up. Now squeeze the plunger at the bottom softly until some of the liquid shoots out of the tip of the needle. Good, now stick the needle into the soft fleshy piece that hangs round where the horse's penis comes out." Lorena hesitated. This would probably hurt the horse and that would be dangerous.
"Don't worry about the horse." The old lady said. Her voice, cracked with age, sounded as though she was happy to be inflicting pain on the beast. "He gets bitten there all the time and he will just think it is another fly. The most he will do is stamp his foot. Just hold it still once it is in." Lorena stabbed the needle into the required place and held the syringe still. The horse snorted and raised his hoof making his body shiver with the force of the stamp that followed. The old lady smiled down at Lorena.
"Humf. The old woman snorted. "Very good, I reckon that you are a natural." She said with a forced smile. "I shall look forward to the day when I see you ride. Now push the plunger all the way into the tube, and then pull the needle out of the horse's pouch." Lorena followed the instructions and then looked up at the old lady. "Now, you come to me in the house every day, and I will give you the syringe and you are to do this each time Neltitaca mounts up to ride like this." She snatched the syringe from Lorena and then turned and started out of the stables.
"But didn't that hurt the horse?" Lorena cried out. "Oh no dear, to the horse it is no worse than being bitten by one of those horse flies that are constantly bothering him." There was a horse cackle, then she was gone. Lorena looked back at the horse's penis. It was coming out of the pouch and growing stiff. She told Neltitaca of the development.
"Yes that is what is meant to happen, when it is long enough you must push the head into my vagina." Lorena reached down and took hold of the growing penis. It was firm and quite stiff but the surface felt spongy. It was hot and it throbbed in Lorena's hands, sending a pulse up her arm. It was like a machine that was just starting to work. The penis reached a length of about thirty five centimetres so Lorena pushed the thick head between Neltitaca's vagina lips.
At first it would not go in but Lorena held the lips apart with her free hand and slid the throbbing meat in with her other hand. It slipped in easily and as it did Lorena got a glimpse of the large hole in the older girl. She sat back on her heels amazed. How had that got so big? "Oh, that feels good, it has been so many months since I had him in there."
Neltitaca sounded as though she was in a dream, there was sweat all over her body. The penis continued to grow and it seemed to Lorena that Neltitaca would take it, no matter how big it got. As it penetrated the thick shaft pulled the lips of Neltitaca's pussy into her body a little and then they would slip out again only to be pulled in again by the expanding rod. After a few minutes the growth stopped and Lorena was able to breathe again. She had been holding her breath with anxiety at seeing the extent to which the shaft had penetrated the girl. She had known that horse's penises were large but had not realised just how much would fit into a woman.
Neltitaca gave a sigh. "All right, we can go now, I am sorry if it startled you the way it went in like that but once it started there was nothing I could do to tell you. It just takes over and it is so lovely." Lorena broke from her stunned amazement and went to work. She reached up and strapped one of Neltitaca's ankles to the harness. Then she walked round the back of the horse and strapped the other ankle. Both legs were held almost straight and well forward of the horse's hind legs.
This accomplished, Lorena moved forward to strap the wrists of the girl. Again they were strapped so that the limb was almost straight but this time the hands were allowed to hold on to handles that hung from the saddle of the harness. The horse stood still while all this was being done. The job finished Lorena stood back and checked her handy work. She could just slip a finger into the straps that bound hand and feet, so none of the straps were too tight. The girl was in the right position with her shoulders well back from the horse's front limb but her legs were out of the way of the hind legs. That was good.
It would be unlikely that the horse would be able to kick or otherwise injure her new friend. Satisfied with her handy work she walked round the horse to check it all again and took particular note of the state of the horse's penis as she did so. It was still thick and hard and seemed to be about half into Neltitaca's open vagina.
There was a thicker ring about half way along the penis. Lorena had seen it before. This ring was just at the opening to the juicy wet hole that engulfed the shaft. Not only was this a fascinating achievement but it was beautiful to look at as well. Lorena decided that she would have to learn to control the horse from the back where she could watch the penis at the same time. Niltitaca's voice stopped her reverence of the male phallus.
"Back the horse out and take us to the field by the river. We will be there for the rest of the morning. It should be warm and very pleasant." Lorena had no problem with this and as she encouraged the horse to reverse into the passage at the back of the stalls, she thought to pick up a riding crop from a rack on the wall. Once the horse was in the passage she led him on but while doing so she lengthened the leading rein to its full extent. This set the stage for the next step in her plan.
As the horse took its first step, Lorena heard the girl suspended under the horse give a deep gasp. She wondered what was happening to her that she had to utter such a sound. She looked back and could see the harness rocking forward and back. At the same time it swung sideways, to and fro.
Lorena wanted to watch but knew that she had to keep an eye on the direction of the horse and not let him go the wrong way or some thing dreadful like that. She pulled her eyes back to the front and concentrated on her new job. Leading the horse into the yard, she swung the horse round and headed for the gate to the path that led into the fields. On reaching the gate she opened it, walked the horse through, and then turned the horse round so she could close the gate. This done and the gate shut fast, she turned back to the horse, but instead of going back to the horse's head and leading on she swung part of the rein over the horse's head and across his back. This would enable her to stand well back from the horse's head butstill be able to control him.
Now she took the horse by the bit and turning him once again she started down the path to the river. As Lorena lead the horse and its rider down the path she released the bit and just used the rein on the horse's near side. Slowly she extended the length of rein between her hand and the halter, so that the horse was being controlled from a greater and greater distance.
After about five hundred metres she reached the end of the rein and was able to manoeuvre the horse by gently pulling on one side or the other to steer. To halt his progress she could hall on both sides, and to make him move forward she just had to flap the rein that rested on his back. It all seemed to work very well. Now she was able to view what had really grabbed her interest.
The first thing that Lorena noticed was that there seemed to be a lot of movement in the harness. Not only was it moving forward and back, and from side to side, but there was quite a lot of up and down motion as well. The next thing she noticed was that not all of this up and down motion was done by both rider and harness.
The girl riding seemed to have much more motion than the harness that was designed to support her. In fact it rather looked as though the poor rider was writhing in agony. Lorena was a little concerned and getting close to her charge she tentatively asked if she was all right. There was no response, but the girls breathing was hard and came in gasps. Lorena decided to stop the horse and see what she could do to help the other female.
"Don't stop, don't stop." The girl gasped in desperation. Lorena quickly started the horse again, feeling chagrined that she had tried to put right a situation that was obviously not wrong. She resolved to observe some more and learn as much as she could. But how would she know if something was wrong?
Neltitaca seemed to be arching her body in time to the horse's pace. It began to look like a strange dance, performed between horse and rider. The penis seemed to be getting stiffer if that was possible and the amount that it was entering Neltitaca was increasing too.
Where as it had started with about three to four centimetres moving in and out, now there must have been nine or ten centimetres sliding easily in and out in time to the horse's walk. Added to this were the sounds of groans and gasps that seemed to be made in time to the inward thrust of the horse's penis. They had started off as barely audible low moans but the volume and pitch had increased.
Now they were loud enough to make workers in the fields look up, and they were more like screams than moans. Could this keep increasing? Lorena was puzzled as to how or why all these changes were taking place, in fact she found it quite worrying. She had never seen anybody orgasm before.
The horse walked on but was getting skittish, dancing along the path instead of walking normally. This seemed to make its rider scream even more. Suddenly she stopped. She arched her back and went very stiff. She stayed like this for a few moments and then letting out a long sigh she slumped in the harness.
Lorena crouched down low and asked if Nel was all right. She could not get too close to her because the horse was still dancing. "Yes, yes, I am fine. It is the way or this kind of riding that it fills you with energy and you just have to scream. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever done. I feel really happy and it is better now that you are leading me instead of that old woman. She goes so slow and talks and grumbles all the time. That really spoils it."
Suddenly the horse stopped and stood shaking.
"Watch my pussy hole Lorena, see what happens."
Then she started gasping again. "Oh it is Sooo nice!"
Lorena went back to where she could see the thick horse penis entering Neltitaca's cunt. At first nothing happened but then, the penis started to pulse and a white creamy liquid squirted out of the tight fitting union. The penis was thrust into Neltitaca's pussy so far and it was so big, Lorena was stunned that anything could get out at all. There were several little jets of the liquid until the last drops just trickled out and ran down Nel's buttocks. Lorena watched fascinated, waiting for more liquid, but it seemed to have stopped now.
"That is it Lora, we must walk some more before it happens again. Come on lets go." Neltitaca was obviously so eager that Lorena jumped to her task of guiding the horse. This was to be the start of a very long and intimate friendship.