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Ch. 38 Codes: Mf, ff, Mff, teen, oral, bdsm, ponygirl
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
The horses were what did it.
Never mind the Ferrari, the house, the ranch itself, all the girls
moving in--what really did it for me was the horses. When the last two
arrived from the rescue service, when we had all six happily browsing
in the pasture, and I could look over the tack and harness in the barn
with the knowledge that all this was mine, that was when it really hit
me: I was rich, I was retired, and I was more fortunate than I ever had
any right to expect.
We had had the housewarming party a few days before that, a simple
affair with just the seven of us. Ashley was staying with us for the
summer, though she planned to move into the dorms at Stanford when
school started in the fall. Elizabeth whipped up a meal in our vast
new kitchen, and we sat around the back patio eating and talking about
all the things that had happened.
When the meal was over, Marianne and Hayley brought out their present,
something enormous--a good ten feet long, whatever it was--wrapped in
butcher paper. They set it in front of me as the others cleared a spot
on the table.
"I really hope you like this," Marianne said. "We spent a lot of time
designing it."
The rest of them seemed to know the secret, so I tore off the
wrapping. It took me a few moments to figure out what it really was.
"We thought you could hang it over the gate, down by the road," Hayley
said.
It was a big wrought iron sign, about twelve feet long, spelling
out "The Kitten Ranch" in foot-high letters. Welded to the bottom,
inside a big circle, was a wrought iron cat face.
I very was touched. I had never even thought about something like
this, but it was simply too appropriate.
"It's cute. It's really, really cute. Thanks."
I hugged both them, making them giggle. The caretaker and I hung the
thing over the gate the next day, and whatever thoughts he might have
had about it, he kept to himself. I had agreed to keep him on to help
out around the ranch, and I didn't think he was about to risk offending
his new employers, especially since I had replaced his battered Chevy
pickup with a new Dodge Ram 2500.
When we had arrived up here after the end of the hearing, Hayley and I
had gone out to the horse rescue service to pick out the ones we
wanted. I was so impressed with their operation that I wrote them a
check for a $10,000 donation over and above the costs for the horses.
With two of their people helping us, Hayley and I picked six horses
they thought would be best for us. Her favorite proved to be a
chestnut quarter horse mare, a retired rodeo horse, which she named
Belle.
I took her out to lunch at a little deli down the street afterwards. A
few people gave the Ferrari a glance or two, but this was a gentrified
area with a lot of big ranches, and such things were not that
uncommon. The waitress took us to a table out on the front patio, and
we sat together under a stand of eucalyptus trees.
"That was pretty neat," I said.
She nodded, though she didn't meet my gaze.
"It feels good to be able to help those horses," she said. "I can't
wait to ride them."
"It should be fun."
She nodded again, still staring blankly out across the road. Though
she had been animated that morning, I could tell that it was going to
take some time for her to get over her horrible experience with the
DFCS. I reached out and rubbed her shoulder.
"Just try to think about the future, Little Kit. The past is the
past. We have a lot to be happy about now."
"I know."
"I'm really proud of you. You did good."
"I wish I hadn't had to lie at the hearing. Why do they have to make
what we have seem so awful and dirty?"
"I don't know. Life isn't always fair."
"I wish I could have just told the truth."
"I know. But sometimes the truth isn't always the best, however bad
that may sound. There are times, few and far in between though they
may be, that lying is the better course. Don't forget that Randy was
lying, too. And that woman, though she was right about what we were
doing, she was all wrong about what really mattered."
She nodded again, and I went on.
"If you had to make something up, you did about as well as anyone could
have. Telling them you had slept with Randy was a brilliant idea."
She looked down, and her face turned slightly grey. Her eyes closed,
and her lips tightened.
Chilled suddenly, I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder.
"Baby? What's wrong?"
She took a deep breath.
"It wasn't . . . it wasn't just an idea."
My jaw dropped, and now she looked up at me.
"I didn't sleep with him. But there's something you don't know about."
"What?"
"I wasn't lying about him coming after me. He did, especially this
spring. The lie was that I didn't want anything to do with him. I
knew too much about him from Marianne, never mind what I had with you.
That was the reason I ran and hid that night when he showed up drunk.
Because I was afraid of what he might do if he found both of us there."
She paused to catch her breath.
"One afternoon . . . back in April . . . after cheerleading
practice . . . he cornered me by the bleachers. He grabbed my arm and
pulled me under them. He was calling me and Marianne all kinds of
names. He pushed me to the ground and tried to get on top of me."
My heart was pounding my chest by now.
"I think . . . I think he would have raped me if I hadn't been able to
get free. I kneed him in the balls when he tried to force my legs
open. I just got up and ran."
I took her and hugged her tightly.
"Oh, my God. Baby, why couldn't you tell me?"
She sniffed.
"Because I knew you would have gone straight out after him and killed
him. And I didn't want to get you in trouble."
She was right, of course. I would have done exactly that.
"He didn't really hurt me. I was just a little bruised. I was more
scared than anything. But after that, there was always something
really scary in his eyes whenever I saw him. I knew he was going to do
something. So when this happened, I knew why. Blaming it on him the
way I did was the only thing I could think of."
I hugged her again.
"And you did great. And whatever happens, I will never let anyone hurt
you like that again."
To my surprise, she pushed herself from my grip.
"No. Steve, I want you to listen for a second. If there is anything I
have learned from what happened last month, it's that I have to be able
to take care of myself. I can't keep relying on other people to do it
for me. I love you more than anything, and I know you care about me,
but . . . please don't take this the wrong way . . . you have to stop
treating me like I'm your daughter. You don't treat Marianne like
that."
I couldn't answer her right away. I exhaled slowly.
"You're right. I don't."
"I don't want to be your daughter. I want to be your lover. The two
are not compatible. If this thing we have at the ranch is going to
work, you need to understand that."
"Okay. I think I do. I'll try to remember that."
She leaned over and hugged me.
"Thanks."
And so, that day the last two horses arrived, Hayley saddled up Belle
and I saddled up the Arabian, and the two of us went for a ride around
the ranch. We rode all the way around the perimeter fence, through the
trees, finally stopping at the waterfall in back. We dismounted and
let the horses bend down to the creek to drink.
Hayley was wearing jodhpurs and riding boots with a loose white blouse,
and I couldn't help admiring her tight little butt as she stroked
Belle's flank.
She saw me watching her and smiled.
"You like these pants?"
"They look good on you."
"But they'd look better off?"
I smiled. Whatever she had lost in innocence, she had gained in
directness. She was more like Marianne now than ever.
"Come here."
She walked over to me and put her arms around my waist. I reached down
and stroked her butt over the tight fabric. Her blue eye twinkled as
she looked up at me.
"Do you think the horses would mind if we had a little fun?" she asked.
"I doubt they'd pay attention."
This was the first time we had been together since my arrest. I hadn't
wanted to push anything on her, wanting to wait until she was ready.
And now she was, but in a way I hadn't expected.
We fell down together onto the moss beside the creek, kissing and
fondling each other. She rolled me on my back and straddled me in
those tight jodhpurs, reaching up to unbutton her blouse. I ran my
hands up her torso and opened her bra, taking her big breasts in my
hands. She held my arms close to her body, sighing.
Then she bent forward to kiss me, rubbing herself against my erection.
I gripped her butt tightly in my hands as she unbuttoned my shirt and
then my jeans. She kissed her way down my chest, and when she reached
my boxers, she looked up at me, smiling.
"I'm going to get my tongue pierced. I know you like that stud
Marianne has."
"Don't do it just for me, Little Kit."
"Why not? I love you, and you've done so much for me. I want to do
something for you."
I smiled.
"Okay."
She slid my boxers down and took me into her mouth. I let her bob
slowly over me, massaging me with her lips and tongue, until I couldn't
stand it any longer. I pulled her back up, kissing her deeply and
reaching for her pants. She helped me get them off and then fell over
onto her back.
She was dripping wet already, and I was inside her with a single
thrust. She grunted as I bottomed out, gripping my back, then bit at
my earlobe.
"No one else has ever fucked me," she moaned. "And no one else ever
will."
I groaned, driving into her as she began writhing under me like a cat--
or a kitten, I reflected. It was quick and hard and dirty (and not
only because we were doing it on the bare earth). Hayley moved her
legs back and forth against me, rolling her hips with each thrust. She
bit at my shoulder, moaning again.
"Tell me you love me."
"I love you," I gasped. "I love you. I love you."
"I'm not your daughter. Your daughter couldn't do this to you."
With a heave, she rolled the two of us over and straddled me. I
gripped her buttocks in my hands as she pounded herself down on my
erection. I held her close, kissing her breasts as they bounced above
me. Hayley let out a shriek, startling the horses, and her hands
clawed at my arms. A second later, she began to shudder, coming like
freight train, and the sight and feel and smell of it were too much for
me. I arched my back, driving myself up, and erupted into her.
We lay together quietly on the creek bank afterwards, and she nuzzled
my neck.
"Mmm. That was great."
"It was pretty good."
She sat up a little.
"I wasn't watching the horses. Were they okay?"
"They got a little spooked when you came. But they seem all right."
She grinned evilly.
"Couldn't help it. Came too hard."
"I noticed."
She hugged me again. A few minutes later, we got dressed and completed
our ride.
Life was good. I had no concerns beyond the state of the ranch. When
I felt like it, I would log in to my brokerage and play around with my
investments. I still had a mountain of Cisco stock, but I planned to
diversify eventually, slowly enough that the capital gains taxes
wouldn't hit me all at once.
Elizabeth remade the guesthouse into her house, and she spent most of
her time out there studying, though she usually joined us for dinner.
Marianne and Hayley were in and out of there all day, and it seemed
like we had set up enough of a boundary for all of us to be comfortable.
With nothing else to distract them, Tiffany and Marianne went hard into
their mistress-slave routine. One afternoon, after we had been at the
ranch about three weeks, I looked out of the window of the library to
see Marianne riding her horse around the pasture, with Tiffany running
beside her on some kind of leash--stark naked.
Thank God it was the caretaker's day off. I went out front and walked
across the driveway to the front pasture. Marianne had her horse in a
trot as Tiffany ran alongside, though they were simply going in
circles. I leaned against the fence at the edge of the field to
watch. Marianne saw me after a few seconds and rode over.
I realized as they approached that Tiffany had on something much more
elaborate than a dog leash. It looked like a miniature bridle, sized
for a human being. She had a bit between her teeth, and to that were
attached the reins that Marianne held in her hand. The bridle even had
a leather cap with a long black feathered plume coming out the top.
Tiffany's wrists were buckled securely to a belt at her waist, and she
wore tall black leather boots on her feet. A black dildo with a long
horsetail protruded from between her buttocks, and from her nipples and
clitoris hung little silver bells that tinkled as they approached.
Marianne gave me an evil grin.
"What do you think? Do you like my new pony?"
She held Tiffany's reins in the same hand she used to control her
horse, and in the other was a long buggy whip. I could see a
crisscross of red welts all over Tiffany's butt.
"My God. Where did you get all that?"
"From this bondage store down by Boardwalk. Isn't it cool?"
Tiffany grinned at me around her bridle, and I could see now that her
sex and inner thighs were glistening wet in arousal. She was almost
dripping onto the ground.
"Go get your horse," Marianne said. "Let's take her for a ride."
Laughing to myself, I went back to the barn. The two of them were
waiting when I returned on the Arabian. We rode slowly around the
property as Tiffany trotted between us. The horsetail in her butt
twitched back and forth as she hopped along. Every now and then,
Marianne would snap her buggy whip at Tiffany's behind, making her jump
and prance.
"I'm afraid to ask where you got the idea for this," I said.
"Tiff and I were web-surfing the other night, and we found this site
run by a woman who's really into submission. She had a whole section
on ponygirl bondage. Tiff almost had an orgasm just looking at it. So
I called around to see if there was any place nearby that sold this
stuff. We went out and bought it this morning."
"Looks like she's enjoying herself."
Marianne giggled, then whipped Tiffany again. Tiffany made a horse
noise and shook the plume on her head.
"Yep."
We concluded the ride about twenty minutes later and returned the
horses to the barn. Tiffany remained in her ponygirl gear, and
Marianne led her into the house and up to the master suite.
"Help me get all this off her."
We undressed her carefully. In the confined air of our bedroom, the
smell of Tiffany's arousal was overpowering. Her entire pubic area and
her inner thighs halfway down her knees were wet and sticky. She stood
unsteadily between us, eyes fogged in excitement. Marianne led her to
the bed and laid her on her back. Then she knelt between Tiffany's
thighs and began licking her gently.
Tiffany came in an instant.
She cried out, convulsing, and grabbed at Marianne's head with both
hands. Her entire body lifted up off the bed in release, shuddering as
if she were having a stroke. Marianne held tightly onto her buttocks,
continuing pleasure her. Tiffany shook and thrashed around in orgasm
for at least ten seconds, until finally, in a spastic series of
convulsions, the sensations peaked and she collapsed back onto the bed.
Marianne withdrew, wiping her mouth, and grinned at me.
"Do you want her? I don't think she'd even notice right now."
"I'm all right."
"No. I want you to fuck her. Come on, I'll help."
She dropped to her knees and opened my pants. I was already halfway
erect from watching all this, and Marianne rapidly had me at full
attention with her mouth. Then she stood and led me to the bed, where
Tiffany lay half-dead from that massive orgasm. Still mostly clothed,
I crawled between her legs and slipped into her sopping wet pussy.
She moved as I entered her, reaching for me weakly. Beside us,
Marianne was rapidly stripping out of her riding clothes, and as soon
as she was naked, she climbed onto the bed and squatted over Tiffany's
mouth. Tiffany licked up at her as best she could as I fucked her.
Tiffany was so wet that I had to thrust at her roughly to get any
friction, but she didn't seem to mind. She humped herself at me as she
ate Marianne, reaching up to caress Marianne's buttocks. Her tongue
probed and fluttered against Marianne's sex, and Marianne rolled her
hips over Tiffany's mouth.
A minute or two into this, Marianne reversed herself to face me. She
took my face in her hands, and we kissed deeply for a few seconds.
Then she braced herself against me and put her head on my shoulder.
When she came a few minutes later, she bit at my neck, whimpering
softly. The feel of her coming in my arms was enough to push me over
the edge, and I came into Tiffany like a fire hose.
When I withdrew and fell to the side, Marianne lay forward over
Tiffany. She bent down, extending her tongue to catch my cum as it ran
out. She slurped it up and then reversed herself, kissing Tiffany and
spitting my cum into her mouth. Tiffany giggled but took it. Marianne
saw my look of amusement and leaned back, still straddling her friend.
"Those are the rules," she said grinning. "I told you. All cum in
this house ends up with her."
"Protein and vitamins," Tiffany said.
I laughed weakly.
"Right."
Life at the Kitten Ranch was proving to be a lot of fun.
I got dressed and went back down to the library while the two girls
went to take a shower. I had been reviewing the books the previous
owners had left behind, finding a great many interesting works, some of
them at least a hundred years old. Why they hadn't wanted them was
beyond me, but I wasn't complaining.
I had been down there about half an hour, reading in the easy chair by
the window, when I heard someone yelling in the back bedroom wing,
which was just down the hall from the library. Ashley and Giselle's
rooms were back there, and I recognized their voices, though I couldn't
quite make out what they were saying. But whatever it was, they were
both upset about something.
I heard a door slam a few seconds later, and Giselle stalked past out
in the hallway. She caught my gaze and stopped short, then stepped
into the library, shutting the door hard behind her. She let out a
frustrated growl and put her face in her hands.
"Something wrong?"
"Nothing. Everything. Fuck."
"Anything you want to talk about?"
She whimpered through her fingers and then came over toward me. She
sat on the ottoman in front of my chair and put her face back in her
hands.
I glanced toward the door, listening for Ashley, but heard nothing. I
put my book down on the table beside me and leaned forward, rubbing
Giselle's shoulder.
"You okay?"
"No."
I waited for her to fill me in, if indeed she was going to. Finally,
she let out a sigh and leaned back.
"I was afraid of this. I just knew this was going to happen."
"What's wrong?"
"Ashley is having problems with our little commune arrangement here.
She's getting really possessive on me, you know? She wants me to stop
doing anything with anyone but her, and I told her I wasn't going to."
"Ah. I see."
"Right. You know that she's only here because I am, right?"
"I don't know. I hadn't much thought about that, to be honest."
"She is. She's been trying to talk me into getting a place together
near Stanford so we can still be together once school starts. I told
her, 'Why the hell would I want to move out of this great house into a
little apartment?' and she got all upset."
"That was the fight just now?"
"That and more. She wants me to commit to being a lesbian,
permanently, with her, now, and I just can't do that. I'm only
eighteen. I can't make a commitment like that yet."
"You shouldn't have to."
"And I told her that, and she said that meant I didn't really love
her. She said I'd do it if I did. What am I supposed to say to
that?"
"Do you?"
"Love her? I think so. But . . ." She sighed again. "Maybe she's
right. I don't love her enough to give up everything else. Except
that I don't know if I could love *anyone* enough to do that right
now. I'm still, you know, growing as a person and all, and I need some
space for that."
"I don't think that's too much to ask her to understand."
She turned to me and hugged me tightly. She took a ragged breath.
"Marianne . . . is *so* fucking lucky. You are about ten times more
understanding than any guy I have ever met. I mean, I know what you
want from her, for the future, and you could be laying all kinds of
crap on her and pressuring her to do stuff and messing with her head,
but you aren't. You just let her make her own decisions in her own
time." She sniffed. "That's all I want from Ashley, and she won't
give it to me."
I rubbed her back.
"I'm sorry."
She took another breath and leaned back, wiping her eyes.
"Thanks. I better go back and talk to her."
I rubbed her arm.
"Anytime."
She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and left. Whatever was going on
after that, I didn't hear any more fights.
After dinner that night, I went out on the master bedroom deck and lay
in the big rope hammock I had strung between the wall and one of the
posts. I thought about what Giselle had said. I *did* want certain
things from Marianne eventually, and I *could* have been more direct
about it. But was I being too direct already? I wanted to marry her
someday, but I wanted her to do it because she wanted to spend the rest
of her life with me, not because she wasn't sure what she wanted and
thought I just knew what was best for her. I thought I had been trying
to give her enough space, but also I knew that my desires were not
invisible. We had said as much to each other. She knew I wanted to
marry her. What if she just gave in one day because she was worried
about disappointing me? I simply couldn't get a grip on it.
I heard someone inside the house, and a moment later, she was leaning
out of the door.
"Babe? What are you doing?"
"Thinking."
"What about?"
"Things."
"Good things?"
"Yes."
She walked up to me, smiling tenderly.
"I know that look in your eye. You're thinking about a big rock on my
finger and half a dozen kids running around."
I laughed softly.
"I'm sorry. I can't help it."
She climbed into the hammock and sat in my lap, straddling me and
laying her hands on my shoulders. Her blue eyes swelled with emotion
as she looked at me.
"Baby, I've been thinking about this. Very hard. And as much as it
hurts to say this, I don't think I can marry you. I'm sorry."
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