Of course she loves a horse

CHAPTER ONE

Cindy Carson's plump tits bobbed saucily in her tee shirt as she jumped out of the station wagon in front of Valerie Tyson's weekend cabin. Cindy was eighteen, nubile and enthusiastic. Valerie was twenty-six – and even more enthusiastic, in her fashion. She had invited the younger girl to spend the weekend at the mountain retreat and Cindy, eager to get away from the city for a few days, had jumped at the chance. The girl thought it was going to be a relaxing weekend.

"Carry the grocery bags in, honey, will you?" Valerie asked. "The door is unlocked. I'll let the dogs out of the back and join you in a second."

Cindy bent down to pick up the grocery bags. Her heavy tits swayed and her big nipples peaked the cotton material of her tight tee shirt. Holding the grocery bags cradled to her tits, Cindy turned away – and Valerie's jade green eyes fixed upon the young girl's heart-shaped ass.

Cindy was wearing cut-off jeans, so tightly molded to her lithe loins that they might have been painted on. The crack of her ass was evident and the brief shorts were drawn in to the vee of her crotch. Valerie smiled and her tongue ran across her lower lip. Her gaze moved down to the girl's smooth, shapely thighs. She could just see the faintest rim of asscheek in the leg-hole of the girl's brief shorts.

Did Valerie Tyson want those lovely legs wrapped around her head? You bet your ass she did. Her mouth was watering at the delectable sight.

Valerie was looking forward to a naughty weekend.

She hoped fervently that Cindy would be agreeable, but if the girl wasn't, well – there were always the dogs.

Cindy bounced up the steps and entered the cabin, all her movements unconsciously provocative, a girl who just naturally aroused desire, who made cocks hard and tongues hot.

Valerie opened the back of the station wagon and the two big black-and-tan hounds came bounding out, yelping and squirming, happy to be in the country again – and perhaps looking forward to the pleasures they had grown accustomed to from their mistress.

Valerie stroked their heads and then, glancing toward the cabin to make sure that Cindy wasn't watching, she knelt down between the wriggling dogs and slid her hands under them, stroking their pricks.

Buck and King stopped wriggling and stood stiff-legged and quivering. Their cocks began to swell and harden. Valerie ran her hands up and down their cocks for a moment, loving the way those pricks responded, starting to throb so promisingly. But then she drew away and stood up. The dogs gazed up at her in a puzzled manner. Usually when Valerie started playing with their cocks, interesting things transpired. But at the moment the woman was more interested in Cindy.

Just because a woman was an animal lover didn't mean that she couldn't be kind to girls, as well.

"Later, fellas," she said. "Go chase a fucking rabbit or something – Momma's gonna chase some hot pussy."

The hounds gave the canine equivalent of a shrug, knowing from long experience that they would soon be called into service. They began to frolic in the yard, and Valerie went into the cabin.

Cindy was putting the boxes and cans on a high shelf in the small kitchen alcove, wanting to make herself welcome and helpful – and, in her innocence, never dreaming just how helpful she could be to a woman of Valerie's deviate inclinations. As the girl stretched up, her tee shirt was drawn to the contours of her succulent tits and the crotch-band of her shorts was dragged into her cunt gash.

Cindy turned to the older woman, smiling.

The two were nicely contrasted. Cindy was a blonde, her hair worn short and curly, with big blue eyes and that bouncy, nubile, spectacular body. Valerie was green eyed, with a wide, sensual mouth. Her hair falling straight to her shoulders.

"Gee, it was so nice of you to invite me for the weekend, Valerie," Cindy said. "I mean, it's not as if we knew each other awfully well or anything."

"We will," Valerie said suggestively.

"Oh, I do hope so," Cindy said happily, pleased at having been befriended by this glamorous and gorgeous older woman.

Cindy worked as a clerk in a shop that Valerie frequented. The girl was accustomed to being appraised and admired by men but, being somewhat naive, had failed to notice the way that Valerie had looked at her.

"You see – I like you," Valerie said.

"I'm real glad. I like you, too."

"The same way?" Valerie asked, tilting one eyebrow up.

"Errr – well, sure. I mean, I guess so," Cindy said, not at all sure what the woman meant.

Valerie took the girl by the hand and led her to the couch. They sat down side by side. Cindy was confused – and Valerie was smoldering with desire for this sweet teenager. The moment she had first laid eyes on the girl, Valerie had lusted for her. The woman was by no means a confirmed lesbian. Far from it. She fucked lots of men and she sucked cocks and, too, there were the dogs, who had lovely cocks, as well. But Valerie enjoyed all the variations of sex – and sucking pussy was one of them.

Valerie placed a hand beside Cindy's cheek and gently turned the girl's face toward her.

"Kiss me," she whispered.

"But – we're both girls," said innocent Cindy, trembling slightly, filled with doubt and confusion and, Valerie hoped, the first faint stirrings of dark desire.

But when Valerie pressed her lips to Cindy's mouth, the girl made no attempt to pull away. The trembling grew stronger. Valerie kissed her lightly at first, just brushing their lips together. But then she parted her lips and her tongue flicked out, licking at the confused girl's mouth and pushing into it.

Cindy gave a little gasp. The girl had been kissed that way by boys, and enjoyed it. Now she sucked on Valerie's tongue and, although she didn't know why, she enjoyed it every bit as much. Her tongue entwined with the older woman's. Her lips parted wide and they kissed passionately, panting into each other's mouth, swapping tongues and saliva back and forth, grinding their mouths together.

It was Valerie who drew away first and, leaning back, gave Cindy an inquiring took.

Cindy was blushing and averted her gaze. The naive girl was totally confused by her own emotions and reactions to the situation. Why should it be so nice to kiss another woman?

"Gee – you kissed me just like a guy," she murmured.

"I like to kiss you," Valerie whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I want to kiss you all over…"

"Oh! Oh, gee! I – I'm not like that," Cindy said nervously.

Valerie's hand moved onto the girl's plump tit. She felt the nipple explode in her palm and smiled, growing more confident. It was evident that, although she was innocent and naive, Cindy was passionate. Valerie gently massaged that fat tit. Cindy grasped Valerie by the wrist, as if to pull her groping hand away. But then she seemed to change her mind and simply held the woman's hand to her tit.

"You have such lovely tits, Cindy," Valerie sighed, hefting the tit mound and then pulling at the tip with thumb and fingers. Cindy's nipple shot out like a rocket.

"This is real naughty," the girl whispered.

"Naughty but nice?"

"Well, it feels good – but I don't – I'm not…"

"Of course you aren't, darling. Neither am I. We're not lesbians. We're just good friends. And friends like to do nice things to each other – to make each other feel so good."

Cindy shook her head, still blushing but also flushed now, obviously becoming aroused.

"Please don't make me…" She faltered. She stared at the older woman with a combination of fear and fascination, like a bird staring at a serpent.

"You don't have to do anything, darling," Valerie assured the nervous teenager. "Just let me love you with my hands and my mouth – let me make love to your sweet body."

Cindy closed her eyes, unable to bring herself to reply – not knowing, herself, what reply to make.

Valerie kissed her again. Cindy's lips parted immediately and her eyelashes fluttered. Their mouths locked together, lips parted, panting and salivating. Cindy whimpered. Valerie moved her hand down and then slid it up under the girl's tee shirt. When she touched Cindy's naked tit, the girl shuddered but offered no resistance. Valerie kneaded her firm, smooth tit mounds and pulled at the peaks.

"Oooooh," Cindy moaned, squirming.

"You like to be felt up, don't you?" Valerie whispered, her lips moving on Cindy's lips as she spoke.

"Yes. But…"

"Just pretend that I'm a man," Valerie said. "A hand is a hand, and a tongue is a tongue. What's the difference? I don't have a cock, but I don't need one to pleasure you."

Cindy felt all resistance drain out of her. She knew this was wrong, that it was naughty if not wicked, but Valerie's fondling and kissing were melting the girl's inhibitions.

How far is she going to go? Cindy wondered. When should I stop her? Oh, it does feel so good – will I be able to stop her? What's happening to me?

Cindy felt that she was being used, that Valerie was using her as a plaything. The girl realized now why the older woman had brought her away to this mountain retreat – that it had not been out of friendship and affection, but out of a deviate's desire.

Yet the girl couldn't feel resentful or annoyed – because she was so damned hot!

If it had been a girl of her own age who had made this advance, Cindy would have nipped it in the bud, but she was in awe of the glamorous older woman and her very shyness prevented resistance as much as the desire she could not deny.

Valerie's lips moved on Cindy's and her hand massaged and fondled the girl's naked tits. She slowly drew Cindy's tee shirt up, exposing those magnificent tits. Cindy's nipples were standing out like little pink pillars, taut and tingling.

Valerie lowered her head and licked at those stiff tit tips, then sucked them into her lips, her head shifting from side to side as she mouthed both fleshy nuggets. Cindy whimpered and arched her back, thrusting her tits up to the woman's face. Valerie's long, raven-black hair swept over the plump tit globes as her lips worked on the peaks.

Her hand crept up the girl's naked thigh.

"No! No! Just my tits," Cindy gasped.

She closed her creamy thighs around Valerie's hand, blocking further progress. But then her legs parted again, as if of their own accord, as if they no longer responded to the commands of her mind but were taking orders from her steaming hot pussy, instead.

Valerie smiled, her lips turning up around a stiff nipple. Her seduction was succeeding.

She cupped her hand over Cindy's denim-clad crotch. The crotch-band of the girl's shorts was damp, and the heat of her cunt wafted through the sodden material. Valerie squeezed and rubbed and Cindy writhed with desire. The girl was out of control, stimulated to wild passion. Still sucking on her tits and licking up her deep cleavage, Valerie unfastened the waistband of the girl's shorts. They opened in a vee. Valerie slid her hand inside, cupping her palm on the nubile girl's plump pussy mound and dipping her fingers into her crotch.

Cindy's cunt-lips were unfurled like the petals of a pink blossom and her open cunt slot was flooded with pussy cream. Her clit was standing out as stiff as her nipples.

Valerie gazed down the plane of Cindy's arched body, looking at her steaming pussy. God, that cunt looked delicious! Valerie was yearning to go down on the teenager, to suck and tongue that sweet pussy. Her mouth was watering for it and her tongue was as aroused as her clit. But she was afraid to move too fast, afraid that she might frighten the innocent kid into resistance if she went too far too soon. She decided to be patient and to make sure that Cindy was too hot to resist.

But in that, Valerie had blundered. She had misjudged the extent of Cindy's arousal.

Cindy could not have resisted if Valerie had started to suck her cunt at that moment. The girl had never been so hot before. And as Valerie's fingers rubbed her cunt-lips and brushed her clit, she began to rise toward the crest. Her ass churned and her hips jolted. She thrust her cunt out against Valerie's groping hand. Valerie tilted her wrist and slowly fed two stiff fingers up the girl's soaking fuck-hole, using her thumb to caress her clit. Cindy was vibrating all through her body.

She arched deeply, as if galvanized, as the waves of pure joy rushed across her slim belly and shot like an electric current up her sleek thighs. Her clit went off like a stick of dynamite and her cunt creamed. Hot pussy juice poured out into Valerie's hand.

"Oh! I'm coming!" Cindy wailed, as if the fact surprised her and stunned her. And it surprised Valerie, as well.

Valerie had not intended to bring the girl off by hand – she had wanted to reserve that pleasure for her tongue. But it was too late now.

"Yeah – yeah – cream for me, baby!" the dark-haired beauty gasped. She slid her fingers in and out of Cindy's fuck-hole and moved her thumb against her clit.

Spasms shook Cindy. She moaned and whimpered. Her hot cunt was going off like a machine gun as wave after wave rushed through her loins and her pussy creamed again and again.

Frothy cunt juice poured out of the girl's cunt, flooding her crotch and seeping down into the crack of her ass. She jerked and twitched, riding her orgasm, each wave coming higher than the one before.

Valerie steadily finger-fucked the girl through that wild multiple orgasm, loving to bring her off, to feel her shudder and hear her whimper. The girl's clit throbbed and her cunthole melted.

The last spasm rippled through Cindy. The movement of her ass and hips slowed and she slumped back on the couch. Valerie rubbed her pussy a moment more, to make sure that she had milked off every drop and worked off every dynamic spasm.

"Nice?" she asked.

Cindy looked at the woman in amazement. She nodded. She still couldn't understand why a woman's hand should have brought her to such a glorious climax, nor could she deny it.

"There are nicer things we can do, too," Valerie whispered.

She drew her hand out of the girl's soaking cunt and brought it up to her lips. Her tongue flicked out, licking Cindy's cunt juice from her fingers. Cindy stared at her, wide-eyed.

"Ummmm – your cunt juice is yummy," Valerie purred. "Even when I lick it off my fingers it's delicious – and I can't wait to drink it, all hot and frothy, right out of your cunt."

Valerie fluttered her tongue, letting the girl see the pleasure that was in store for her. Her pink tongue was streaked with milky ribbons of cunt juice.

"I'm so fucking hungry for your pussy," she sighed.

Cindy shook her head. Her lower lip was trembling.

Valerie paid no heed. She slid off the couch and knelt between the blonde teenager's sleek thighs, gazing at that creamy feast and licking her lips.

But Cindy said: "No!"