| Riders, Chapter One Note from Androgyne about this story: Michelle mailed me about my tales then one day told me she had this idea for a story. Gradually she sent me a plotline and list and description of the characters as well as chunks of dialogue. I told her she should write it herself because for sure she has talent but she has only limited access to a computer so I've done my best to put it down just as Michelle wants it to be. If you like it mail me to pass on to Michelle or post a remark that I can pass on to her or she can read when she has online time to look at Leslita. The engine of Madeline Parker’s bike rumbles softly as she tools it slowly along the ancient cobbled road that leads towards the stables. The building is old and built from the local grey stone and is now heavily streaked with generations of mosses. Maddy throttles down as she reaches the weather beaten double doors that stand wide open. Swinging one long, leather clad, leg; over the saddle she hauls back the bike onto its stand. Since she rides a 500cc Honda and she performs this act effortlessly her curvy body is obviously stronger than you would expect. Tugging off her helmet and hanging it on a handlebar she ruffles her sweaty, dark, hair; with its pageboy cut before stretching luxuriously to work out the kinks from her spine. With her long legged stride she confidently strolls into the shadowy building. It’s quiet apart from the occasional snort or the sound of a horse shifting in its stall but its rich in aromas. Clean straw, fresh sawdust, saddle soap; and the pungent though not unpleasant smell of horse manure. As she moves deeper into dimness she calls out to anyone that might be around. “Hello! Anybody there?” Only silence greets her so, she continues onward, passing what she thought at first was another stall but is in fact an office of some kind, though it is as empty as the rest of the building. Pressing on, she comes to the other end of the stables, where an identical set of double doors stand wide open letting in the bright sunlight. Outside Angela Jones is shovelling hay from their horse box into the large sack they use for events. Her mother always stresses the importance of keeping the box clean and tidy so there’ll be no wandering off before this chore is completed. She’d already competed on Misty that morning narrowly missing a clear round when Misty’s trailing hoof had clipped the final fence and dislodged a pole costing them four faults. This gave her third place showing a steady improvement in her last three competitive events. A husky contralto interrupts Angela’s musing. “Angie I’m off to the tack stall I’ll see you at the marquee once you’ve finished here.” “Okay mum nearly done!” Her long, blond, ponytail; swings from side to side like a pendulum as she shovels faster trying to finish her chore as quickly as possible. Angie had heard the motorcycle draw up a minute earlier and was annoyed that the engine noise had unsettled Misty. Ceasing her shovelling Angie glances across as the black leather clad form emerges from the shadows and walks towards where Angie, leaning on her shovel, stands staring at her. She’s surprised to see the biker is a woman and an attractive woman at that who is smiling at her; showing sparkling white teeth. “Hello I’m Madeline but you can call me Maddy. What’s your name?” “Oh hi I’m Angela.” “Nice horse is she yours?” “Yes her name’s Misty and I’ve two others at home.” “Wow three horses and you don’t even look twenty yet!” “Well they’re my mum’s really but when I’m thirteen she’s told me I can have one of my own and I’ll be allowed to pick it myself.” “That’s so cool Angela! Good for you!” Donna Jones has heard the unfamiliar voice and has returned to find her daughter still chatting to Maddy. “Who is your new friend Angie?” Maddy holds out her hand to be shaken by the busty little woman in the faded jeans and denim jacket. “Hi I’m Madeline Parker; I hope that my bike didn’t disturb the horses. I was out for a ride, saw the show ground, and thought I’d take a look around. Angie here has been putting me in the picture.” Donna’s handshake is firm. Years of repairing tack, saddling horses, reining in headstrong show jumpers have made her hands surprisingly strong. “Donna Jones, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Madeline.” “Well Donna I’m told this is the last day of the event. Does that mean I’m in time for the grand finale?” “We don’t tend to get many unattached ladies attending the show Maddy, I mean without a daughter, niece, or a kid sister in tow. How did you hear about the event?” Donna cocks her head on one side and considers Maddy’s curvaceous form in its skin tight set of black leathers. “A friend mentioned a parade of some sort so I thought I’d ride up here and see what it’s about and what’s going on.” While she speaks Maddy’s eyes keep drifting back to Angela’s every movement as she returns to shovelling straw. Her rounded rump is sheathed in her tight riding britches and Maddy seems unable to drag her eyes away from this succulent sight. “Ah yes the parade finishes off the weekend, it’s held outside the main marquee around 7 p.m.” Donna allows a faint smile to paint itself upon her lips as she notices where Maddy’s interest is being drawn to and Maddy’s next question seems vaguely absent minded. “Have you had many entrants for this year’s event?” “Yes we’ve had a bumper turn out, 37 entries in the 9 to 13 years old group who will parade with their ponies before an appreciative audience.” Donna appears a little flushed and animated as she talks about the parade as if she’s anticipating the event with great relish. “What makes it so special is that each of the girls wears a special outfit, they love to show off in the parade.” Angela’s almost finished her chore and approached the chatting ladies, at her mother’s last remark she giggles. “Mummy has a favourite, little Jenny Sorrel, she’s all pigtails; braces; and pink pink pink!” Donna blushes furiously and an experienced and worldly wise Maddy instantly guesses just what’s on the mind of this curvy little blond lady. “She is a lovely little rider Maddy.” Gazing deeply into Angela’s jade green eyes Maddy asks the question she wants answered. “Will you be dressing up for the parade Angela?” Angela nods animatedly at Maddy and grins excitedly. “Oh yes mummy’s got me a wonderful costume for it!” Donna points a finger at her daughter and wags it sternly. “Yes missy but you’ll change into your new dress for the after parade ball!” Maddy looks to Donna and asks her second key question. “May I attend it Donna?” “Of course Maddy you’d be more than welcome! I must rush off now though there’s so much to sort out and not much time to do it in. Angie can tell you anything you need to know about tonight’s events.” Donna leaves Maddy chatting to Angela to continue the arrangements for the night’s parade and the ball to follow. “Why did your mum blush so much when you mentioned this Sorrel kiddie?” “Well mummy’s been teaching her to ride since she was six but lately she seems to have developed a little crush on mummy. So now when mummy tells her to keep her chin up or her back straight the other ladies pull mummy’s leg about her getting her little love into the perfect position.” Maddy’s even more intrigued by this nugget of information. “And how does your mum feel about that?” “I don’t think she minds too much, she tells Jenny she’s a fine little rider and always gives her a big hug and a kiss when she rides a good circuit.” “And how do you feel about your mum giving so much attention to another girl?” “Oh its fine by me, it’s a job mummy loves and I think I’m getting a crush of my own.” Angela sneaks a sidelong glance at Maddy and is pleased to see the woman blush slightly. “I love your leathers; they make you look sort of tough and a bit mannish. Not that any man has a figure like yours Maddy you’re gorgeous.” “Really? I’ve got a smaller set at home that I used to wear when I was nearer your age and riding pillion on my cousin’s bike. You can have them if you like.” “Ooohhh goodie that would be fantastic!” “Okay I’ll bring them with me next time I come to see you….. and your mum.” Angela uses her sweetest cajoling voice on a Maddy who doesn’t need any tempting. “You could pick me up from school sometime if you like.” Maddy replies without wanting to sound over-eager. “Well if it’s alright with your mum I’d really like that very much.” Over at the main marquee Donna’s cell phone rings, when she reads the caller I.D. she answers quickly. “Hi Donna it’s me Jenny.” “Hello my little star I hope you’ll be on time for the parade this evening.” “Yes I will, Lola is bringing me at five thirty.” “That’s wonderful I’ll be keeping an eye open for both of you.” “Donna I’m not sure about this year’s costume. You say you like to see me in pink, do you still want me in pink this year?” “Jenny you look lovely in pink, that crop top and micro skirt you wore last year just took my breath away.” “Aw thanks Donna I love to look pretty for you.” Donna fastens her jacket suddenly because her nipples have gone erect and are pressing hard against her tee shirt. “Cara’s mum Sandy who has that chestnut arab saw me in the town centre and bought me a milk shake, she said I should wear all white so I’d look like a little virgin and she’d love to see me like that.” Through gritted teeth Donna manages to make her reply to her little honey without raising her voice. “So Sandy bought you a milk shake did she? Was Lola with you?” “She was but she went off with Cara to look at some sports wear so I stayed there with Sandy and she was real fun.” “Well what do you want to wear sweetie?” “Um I really think I’d like to stick with pink.” “That’s my girl; I mean I’m really looking forward to seeing you and what your costume is this year. See you later! Love you!” “See you later Donna! Bye!” So thought Donna; Sandy’s sniffing round Jenny. MY little Jenny! Now she’s trying to pass Cara off on Lola. I’m going to have to up my game or I’ll loose my chance at that innocent little darling. Sprawled on the counterpane of a huge bed Jenny Sorrel closes the cover of a sleek, brand new, cell phone. Finished in black and chrome it’s the latest present from her doting auntie. Jenny giggles to herself as she lays the phone on the bedside cabinet near her, as she does a deep voice can be heard from the en suite bathroom attached to this sumptuous bedroom. “Who was that you were talking to honeybun?” “Donna Jones auntie Lola I’ve been teasing her, I told her Sandy Tait wants me to dress up all in white for the parade. Then I asked her if she still loves me in pink.” Lola Richmond walks into the bedroom naked and dewed with beads of water from the shower, her short, dark, hair; is plastered to her skull from the shower spray. Many people think Lola is perhaps fat and more than a little masculine. Those that do should see her now as she crosses the thick wine coloured carpet towelling herself briskly. Lola is one of those people who strip wonderfully! Her breasts are large and have barely any sag, her wide aureoles are smeared across the peaks of her breasts and from them loom thick and long nipples of an incongruous pale pink that stand out against her dark gypsy like complexion. Her belly is a sweet curve that merges into her rounded thighs and her buttocks are like twin moons. Her vulva is mainly shaved but just above the pronounced lips of her pussy her bush has been trimmed into a neat diamond shape and dyed pink. A big and voluptuous woman all in all! “Well done sweetie I want you to keep her off balance just like you are. She’s so hooked on you you’re leading her round by her cunt and she hasn’t tried to come on to you yet.” Lola settles herself on the bed next to the petite Jenny and smirks to herself. “It might be time to give Ms Jones a touch of the spurs or a tickle from the riding crop Jenny, she wants you badly and I think it’s time you may just let her seduce you though she’ll have to suffer a little more torment yet.” The slender, blond, minx is clad only in white ankle socks and a tee shirt. The logo on the shirt tells us a lot about Jenny, it reads as follows. “It’s all about ME ME ME! “ “Would you like a little touch of the whip auntie?” Jenny’s hands flash out and seize Lola’s swollen nipples and pinch them hard enough for her aunt to give a high pitched squeal totally unlike her usual deep tones. “Ooowww yes darling punish your auntie then make her cum then auntie will be nice to her little Jenny.” Crossing her arms Jenny grasps the hem of her tee shirt and tugs it over her head, revealing her slender but succulent charms. Her belly and chest are as flat as any boy’s but her long nipples stand out, dark brown against her pale skin. Her neat little labia are tightly folded and smooth and hairless. Four, almost five years of pony riding, have made her lean calves and thighs surprisingly strong and sinewy. Her mouth lunges down and covers one of Lola’s blood gorged nipples and her sharp, white, teeth; nip and bite at the woman’s sensitive flesh. All the while one hand twists the other nipple hard enough for Lola to suck in a sharp breath and moan softly. First Jenny will give her pain then the pleasure but Lola never knows where one ends and the other begins. Jenny’s free hand reaches down to caress the pouting and now sopping wet crease of her aunt’s pussy and Lola shudders and almost convulses with pleasure at Jenny’s delicate touch, so different from her earlier assault on Lola’s tender breasts. “Oh God Jenny I’m so hot, use your mouth, please use your lips on my pussy; please honey bee please!” Lola’s eyes are screwed shut or she would be able to see the smile of triumph on her ten year old niece’s face as she slithers down to plaster her pink lips to Lola’s dark labia and work her curvaceous aunt mercilessly with her lips and tongue. Lola bucks and writhes like one of her unbroken horses as Jenny sucks on her tingling pussy lips then drives her stiffened tongue deep into Lola’s hot and flooded vagina. Lola’s gasps and groans echo around the room then her panting increases in tempo as Jenny slides three of her small fingers into her aunt’s pulsing cleft and, still using her mouth, finger fucks Lola hard. “Oh fuck Jenny I’m gonna cum, gonna cum hard!” Heaving her body as her climax explodes through her Lola tosses her slight niece up and down like a ship in a storm but Jenny never ceases her expert attack on her aunt’s sex until Lola’s orgasm drenches Jenny’s face with her streaming love juices that flow like thick cream into her mouth to be lapped up and savoured as a delicacy. Sucking in a huge gulp of air Lola gasps out her approval! “Shit Jenny you get better each time! I’ve taught you well and you make me cum harder than anyone else ever has. Now it’s time for Auntie Lola to give her niece her treat.” Her face streaked with her aunt’s cum Jenny lolls back and spreads her slim thighs, revealing her taut pussy lips already moistened with her sweet cream. She draws her feet back until her heels touch her pert little rump and waits as her aunt; sweat streaked from her violent cums, kneels and lowers her mouth to Jenny’s mons. Lola’s broad tongue slowly draws itself up and down Jenny’s hot flesh as the child wriggles with rising excitement. Lola’s tongue moves down to the narrow crease of Jenny’s arse and teases the tight rosy pucker of her ring. Jenny wriggles like a worm as Lola’s tongue caresses and one finger is thrust past her sphincter and Jenny clamps tight on it as she greedily accepts her aunt’s invasion of her anus. Reaching down Lola parts Jenny’s narrow labia with a thumb and forefinger separating them to reveal her pink inner wings tightly closed but awash with her juice. Stabbing her tongue deep into her niece’s tight canal Lola twirls it inside the girl’s sensitive flesh, working hard on those inner lips which now bulge slightly forward. Jenny clamps her strong thigh muscles on her aunt’s head and her sweet image would be spoiled forever if anyone else was here. “SHIT! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! MAKE ME CUM LOLA. MAKE ME CUM NOW.” Her small body, writhing like a snake, whips back and forth as Lola flogs her tiny clit then Jenny cums madly. Her slender hips thrust against Lola’s mouth and her cum fountains from her in a powerful spray. Propping herself up on one elbow Lola smiles proudly at her exhausted and sated niece. “Christ poppet who’d have thought my little niece would turn out to such a big squirter? We’ll both have to get into the shower now; we’ve pussy cum all over us.” Slapping Jenny on her pert little rear she urges her niece to follow her back into the shower. Back at the stables Maddy and Angela are still in animated conversation, they seem to have hit it off after only a brief time together. We can only guess what unspoken thoughts are waiting to be said if they can achieve some privacy. “So you’re staying for the parade and the ball afterwards Maddy? Mummy seems really keen on you coming but you can’t go in those leathers, what are you going to wear?” “No problem sweetheart I’m staying at my dad’s in his house at Higham Green. On my bike I can be there and back in twenty minutes with my change for the ball and while I’m there I’ll bring you back those leathers I promised you and I’m sure I’ve an old “skid lid” that will fit you too.” As Maddy sets off through the stable Angela’s eyes lock on the taut curve of her rump as it strains against the skin tight leather and the sway of her wide hips. True to her word Maddy is back in less than half an hour and finds Angela eagerly awaiting her in the stable. “Hey baby I’m back. I’ve got the gear but I really need somewhere to wash up, didn’t seem much point in showering at dad’s since I’d be riding back in my leathers and helmet again.” “I can do you better than a wash Maddy, mum had a shower and toilet built off her office when she bought the stable. Come with me!” Angie leads Maddy to the office then opens a door at the rear of the room to reveal a toilet and shower room all in gleaming ceramic tiles and chrome steel. “I’ll just go fetch some towels Maddy, I need a shower too before I change into my costume for the parade.” When Angie returns the hissing sound of the shower head tells her Maddy has found the controls. “Here Maddy I’ve brought the towels and soap as well.” Her voice trails off as her eyes drink in the fabulous sight of a naked Maddy luxuriating beneath the needle spray of hot water. Her breasts are an amazing pear shape with long tip tilted nipples, the slight curve of her belly flows into her rounded thighs and slender calves but what draws Angie’s stare is her shaven vulva. She has a perfect “camel toe” set of labia that makes Angie lick her suddenly dry lips. “Come and join me honey there’s plenty of room here for two.” She should be nervous or hesitant Angie thinks but she’s peeling herself out of riding boots and britches without a qualm, when she tugs off her tee shirt she sees Maddy suck in her breath as she takes in Angie’s small but perfectly shaped little breasts, her flat belly and shapely thighs and legs. When Angie peels of her blue nylon panties she can see Maddy’s face flush and her nipples harden. Stepping into the steam and tingling hot spray she moves closer to Maddy as though drawn by a magnet. No words are spoken but she turns up her face to Maddy who bends forward slightly, Angie’s tall for twelve, and their lips meet with an electric shock! Maddy’s hands slide round and cup Angie’s buttocks and crush the centre of their bodies together as she kisses the girl deeper and harder. Almost whimpering with pleasure Angie’s hands find the taller woman’s breasts and tweak her swollen nipples till Maddy groans into the girl’s mouth as their tongues tease each other. Maddy’s teeth nip at a taut neck and one hand moves between Angie’s thighs, probing her puffy labia, the girl slumps against Maddy’s silky form and gasps out her needs. “Please Maddy I want you, I want you here and now. Make love to me!” |