IN A BARN WITH THE HORSES

Older man / young girl first time  * Mary’s life in 2 stories - another cautionary tale for girls,  second story is Mary &                
                                                                                                                                                          Bob years later.

    Every girl dreams of losing her cherry. Some dream of being spirited away by a handsome stranger. Others dream of a romantic wedding night. Some even have their dreams come true. Of course dreams do change as we grow up and out lives change. And even when dreams come true they may not be what we expected. Outcomes change and details differ. 
There’s an old saying “ be careful of what you wish for, you might get it.” Mary was to find this out one cold dark night and her life would forever be changed. 
    Let’s meet Mary. Like most young girls she was a bit horse mad. However she was luckier that most. She really had a horse. Since she lived in town it had to live elsewhere and therein lies the story. Her dad had died when she was nine but at least between his life insurance and her mother’s fairly good job they had enough to live fairly well. She missed her dad and when the owner of the barn where she kept her horse took an interest in her she responded like a flower to rain. Her mother even though tit was a good thing for her to have a man’s influence in her life 
   Now let’s meet Bob. Married, with six kids ranging from still in diapers to seventeen. A factory worker that still owned the old family farm but lived a couple of miles away since the old house had burned down shortly after his parents had moved out when it got too much for them. He had a couple of horses himself but was the only one in the family that was interested in them. Since it was a small town he knew Mary and her mom and they knew him and his family. The connection was both obvious and easy. Soon Mary’s small Arab was sharing the barn with his two quarter horses. He was a fairly good rider and was able to teach her the basics. Before long they were spending several hours most days doing chores, riding, or working with the horses. It became their habit to just stand around and talk for a while before he gave her a lift home. We’ll never know when Bob decided to take advantage of her. Was it in his mind from the first or did it grow into a sudden urge that he allowed to become fact? 
    Teaching somebody to ride does involve a certain amount of physical contact. Sometimes its necessary to place a leg in the right position or to enforce the right posture. Just helping a girl up and onto a too large horse give a man license to touch places that are normally off limits. Mary although  a fairly shy girl still felt tingles whenever Bob touched her during a lesson. Soon she was hoping for more such touches and Bob was only too willing to take advantage of her. What were once just impersonal teaching aids became lingering caresses. The small talk while they did chores became more personal as well. Subjects such as love and sex came up. 
    Then came the evening when the first kiss happened. They had been out riding late on winter night and her feet were cold, could enough that she was afraid of hurting them when she dismounted. Bob reached up to help her down and as she dismounted she slipped a bit. They ended up in a tight face to face embrace there in the dim barn. For a few seconds she was held there by his arms and then they were kissing. At first she was confused and scared but after all it was something she had dreamed about. Bob sensed her pulling back and was about to end it when she melted into his embrace and returned the kiss. From then on riding took less time and chores took more. For the first couple of months it was just kissing and feeling. Clothes pretty much stayed on although they got very disheveled and needed much straightening  when they were done. Since she was not a well endowed girl riding braless was not a big deal and it allowed him much better access to her always eager breasts. By spring the only thing that they had not done was intercourse. She knew the thrill of having his cock spurt into her mouth and grew to love the touch of his tongue on her pussy. Finally she could stand the wanting no longer. She offered her body to him for everything and anything and he accepted. 
    It was on a clear spring night that she lost her cherry. Laying on a bed of straw with a blanket over it. She was naked before him as he placed his body between her raised legs and with one push entered her body. To tell the truth it hurt and by the time she relaxed enough so that the hurt went away he was speeding up his stroke and entering his climax. Any disappointment she might have had was drowned out by her belief in his love. It was much more important to please him than anything else.  She had convinced herself that he was the love of her life and that she would do anything to please him.
    She continued to love him and service his needs throughout her high school years and such was her love that she never questioned her life. While she was getting screwed on top of a hay bale or out in the woods she never noticed that she missed her prom, dates with boys her own age, a social life, or even a climax. All she had was her feelings of love. Feelings that were not even true love. When it all started she was a thirteen year old that missed her daddy and was mixed up about her feelings. He had taken advantage of her, misled her until she became just a fuck toy for his selfish pleasures. By eighteen she was doing things for him that she had never considered before even if she had known about them. All that was necessary was for him to question her love and whatever he wanted was his. Anal sex was introduced by the time she was fifteen. It took her a long time to get used to the pain but she willing paid the price, after all she was proving her love for him. 
    The old barn remained as the primary location for her abuse until she started working and moved her horse when she got a place of her own. In seven years she had never had sex in a bed and in truth had never had been really loved, just fucked. Things changed but remained the same.