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Riding Bareback


I'm in my mid 20's, now, and my wedding is planned for this September and I'm very excited about it. Kevin, my fiance, is the love of my life I could not love or want him more than I do. We've known each other for more than three years and we've known each other intimately for almost a year. We are not virgins with each other. My life and my mind are so filled with Kevin, I hardly have room to remember Brad hard to believe, but I had my first sexual experience with Brad about a month before my 12th birthday. My birthday is in June, so it was probably in May, and I was still 11! Young enough to think the ONLY love in my life would be a horse. I fell in love with horses so long ago, I can't even remember when it happened. Novels and picture books, photos and paint-by-numbers, stuffed and carved full of horses! My family didn't have horses, but the family living down the road had a small horse ranch. Their youngest son was Brad and he was a senior in high school at the time. I was still in elementary school, but we rode the same bus to the huge district school complex and I walked past their house on the way to the bus stop. Sometimes, since we were the only two kids at that bus stop, Brad would let me walk with him, but he never talked very much and he'd never stop to let me visit with the horses along the fence. I'd given names to several of them and they would come when I called. Finally, it must have dawned on him that I really did like horses. It was the last month of school for the year and the weather was much warmer than usual. One day, after the bus dropped the two of us off, Brad asked me if I'd ever ridden a horse. I told him that I had been on the horse ride at the carnival. He laughed and asked me if I'd like to ride a `real' horse. Of course, I screamed "Yes!" I loved that first time so much, it became a habit, right away. On the way home from the bus stop, we'd stop at Brad's house and he would give me a ride home on one of their big horses. We always rode bareback and I felt like a queen sitting behind him. I'd wrap my arms around him real tight and hang on for dear life. He was so strong and gentle, and soon, he even seemed to actually like me. I think Brad liked anyone who liked horses. He was the star football player, an ace student, and all the older girls went nuts over him (especially my older sister!).

And I knew he dated a girl, Susanne, but she didn't like horses. But, he liked me! I didn't realize it then, but what I had was a very big crush. Sometimes we wouldn't go straight to my house. We'd ride for maybe an hour or so, and then he'd take me home. One really hot day, we stopped by the creek, far back on his parents' property, near where the forest began. We were hot and sweating when we dismounted, and I kicked off my shoes and socks and ran, splashing, into the creek. Brad stood there, watching me and laughing. While I was standing bare-footed in the creek, Brad smiled and asked me what I wanted to do next. "I want to ride nude!" I said. "Both of us!" I almost shouted it. I don't know why I said it, but I knew I didn't want anything between me and the horse (or maybe me and Brad!). Brad yelped in surprise and he didn't believe me at first, but I kept insisting that I did. Finally, I shrugged indifference and told him that he would not be the first naked man I'd seen. I'm sure he assumed that I'd seen my father, but the truth was I pretended not to watch him as he undressed, but I did. He obviously wasn't interested in watching me, and that made me more than a little unhappy. But as I watched him, I quickly got over it. His body was gorgeous! He looked almost as strong as his horse and I'm still not sure which expectation excited me more naked with him. As soon as I put my arms around him, I was no longer in doubt. The feel of both hard bodies against my bare skin was just too much, and as we rode, I let one hand drop lower. Today, when I masturbate, I still think about that first afternoon and his wonderful mouth. My understanding of sexual matters, at the time, was almost nothing. I didn't even know what a human male's erection looked like. I barely had some genital hair and I knew adults had much more. The only true sexual thoughts I'd had about when I'd have breasts, like my older sister. When I let that one hand drop, I had no idea what I'd find and I still wonder what gave me the courage. He was soft and firm and warm and like nothing else I'd ever felt in my hand before. He pushed my hand away...several times. And then what i was feeling felt even bigger and harder, and he did not push my hand away. The harder he got, the faster we rode, and the harder I held on to him...until he exploded warm goo and everything slowed down. Yes, I was frightened. I was sure I'd hurt him, his warm stuff was on my fingers, on his shoulders and in his hair. I was afraid to say anything. I was positive I'd done something very wrong, and he'd yell at me if I even opened my mouth. He stopped at the creek, again, and told me to wash my hand. I was afraid to look at him, I knew he was washing his face and chest. Just as I was reaching for my clothes, I heard his voice. He told me not to worry. I was almost crying and he helped me sit down in the grass. I'm in his arms, and I move closer, tighter into him, still scared. An instant later, his long kiss sends my mind swimming down the creek. I feel the cool grass on my back, and then his face moved away from my lips and I felt his mouth kissing me, moving down my body, until he was kissing me deeply where I'd never been opened before, and I knew then that I'd never be afraid of him again. That was the very best summer of my life. Mom and Dad gave me my very own horse on my 12th birthday, so Brad and I would ride almost every day, and we'd always stop by the creek. We never rode nude again. At first, beside the noisy creek, I'd use my hand on him and then I'd embrace his face with my thighs until I was done. But, quickly, our loving matured. Always afterwards, I'd hide myself in his arms, and sometimes we would sleep. It wasn't long before Brad let me kiss his massive erection, and I soon loved how his stuff would fill my mouth and make me swallow and swallow. What I was doing for him made me so proud of myself. By the end of June, we were having intercourse. The first time, he held me over his body and lowered me down onto and around his hard flesh. I was slippery-wet and hungry for him and it hurt only a tiny bit and then the pleasure flooded through my body, and I wanted to never stop what we were doing. We were both always ready for more. I could always make him hard and he would always have me wet and tingly in anticipation. Every day, at least once, sometimes three or four times a day we would love each other! He went away to college in September. We didn't talk about love or anything like that. I was smart enough to know that I wasn't really in love with him, although I loved doing it to him and I loved what he did to me. I had several boyfriends in high school, but we never had any kind of sex other than kissing and a few feels. I always waited for Brad's return from college. We were always there for each other whenever he came home made love continuously, from dawn till after dark. But, after Brad graduated from college, when he was 22 and I was just 16, he got a job too far away to visit, and I missed him so much very, very much. We wrote, but... I met Kevin over three years ago, and I haven't thought as much about Brad since. Brad introduced me to, and gave me, the most wonderful pleasures... but I never saw myself as his equal. He was always an adult, a teacher, never a lover. But he is still my sweetest and dearest friend, and he has my eternal thanks. His legs were like trees, he had almost no hindquarters. He would carry me over the creek as easily as he could carry himself. He picked me up like I was nothing. His arms could cover me, and hide all of me. His hands could cover my whole face. His chest seemed bigger than my bed. I could sit in his hands wish he would carry me again today. No hair of me and told me I had no hair. But I did! Yes, I had some... I had a few, I did! He never made fun of my breasts, though, the ones I didn't have when he first knew me. He watched them grow that summer, he helped me grow, he loved me growing. His mouth, his tongue, his sharp teeth so pure and white...he could make my nipples so hard. He told me loving them the way he did would make them grow. And his hard loving and sucking did. Can anyone begin to imagine how much I loved watching Brad? Can anyone begin to imagine how much I loved watching how huge he would grow in my small hands? His massive balls were as heavy as those of his horse. And his cock! How I loved his cock, his HUGE HARD COCK was life itself! There are no words big enough, or strong enough, or hard enough, or long enough, or thick and fat enough to describe the massiveness of him that I pumped with my hands...or the first time I tried to capture some of his eruption in my mouth. It was so pure, so much, so real, so warm, so thick...so new. No pain, no fear, no damage, no heartache... no death except that most wonderful death of dying from his mouth and darting tongue... the first time he put one finger in, deep... and most of all very first time I knew and took him in fully. He was always in me so DEEP! For years, I would close my eyes and see Brad so big and strong and hard. I've often wished I had some pictures of Brad, a film of the two of us by the creek would be even more precious I wish I had something so big and strong to hang onto this evening and all night long. It is such a shame that the wonderful beauty and the most intense pleasure of those times were not recorded in living color and real sound...the creek, his voice, his gasps, his surrender and the raging roar of his bull release. Kevin's, I will have and hold and hear for the rest of my life, but Brad was the first and his were the first, and they will always be important for that. Sometimes I wish I could be 12 again. Things were so perfect then, no worries. Sometimes I am afraid of the future - - marriage is forever. I want Kevin forever, but I know things will not always be perfect. First times are always the best and most intense. Brad will never die in my mind, he will always be the biggest... maybe only because I was so small and it was all so new, maybe that is why he was the best. No one can ever take him away from me. If only I could see him one more time. If only he could hold me one more time, If only I could be 12 again and have him like I had him then.

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