My name's Susan, I grew up on a ranch just east of Winchester Virginia, in the Shanandowa Valley.  We have had this huge ranch since my Daddy's Daddy's Daddy had it.  It's just part of who we are.  I'm 5'8" with a slender build, not too much upstairs but perky so without a bra I can excite the boys.  I love my jean shorts, jean skirts and skorts.  My cowgirl hat and tieing a knot in my button shirts instead of doing up all the buttons.  Our farm is huge and can take over two hours to cross at the widest point on a horse trail.  Now you can always ride faster but a nice leasure ride over the acres was great.

We had many horses, cattle and a mule or two.  Along with chickens, ducks and a pig or two.  Clay, Blackie and Cindy our dogs, then four huge Clydesdale horses.  We've kept these magnificent animals on the farm because it was always great to tie the wagon behind them in a parade.

 One spring, while I was much younger, one of our mares was about to colt.  I would rush home every day off the bus from school.  (our drive was almost a mile to the house and another quarter mile to the barn)  I had my dad get a small shed built near the highway for my bicycle and began riding it to the end of the drive in the mornings and back in the evenings to save time.  In the winter I drive to the end of the lane but daddy doesn't like me driving to school unless I have errands to run after school. Anyway, one beautiful afternoon, Anna-Belle, the mare delivered a beautiful young colt stallion.  I arrived just in time to see him born.  Beautiful slate grey with a few markings on his face.  "Oh, daddy, it's a stallion, can we call him Ben?"  Yes, he replied with a grin, and then said, I know it's a few weeks early, but 'Happy Birthday sweetie'.  I was so excited, I jumped into my dads huge strong arms and hugged and hugged him.  But in a few minutes one of the farm hands, Jon, along with the vet that was attending interrupted us.  "You better have a look at this Marcel, it's not good."  I was so scared.  There on the floor I noticed that Ben had one of those irregular ankle joints.  These usually need surgery and are only a 20% chance at success.  Especially in such a young colt.  He tries endlessly to get up and of course has even more trouble than most new colts.  Dad tells me to leave and I knew what that  meant.

"No, this is my horse, you gave him to me, I have the final say, not you"  I screamed.  Dad sure didn't like me talking that way to him.  Know one would ever do that on our farm except maybe mom.  Then what do you want, you want to hold the gun to put him down?  Dad exclaimed.  "No, leave him be, I will take good care of him, I'll save up the money to fix him, you'll see.  Jon, the head farm hand said: 'give her a chance to prove herself, you did give the horse to her and it is her decision'.  What! dad yelled at him, how dare you even make a suggestion, you work for me, and don't you ever use words to cross me again or you can find work elsewhere.  Jon didn't say a thing, he just slowly backed away saying in a low voice, 'I'll help her'.  You're damn right you will yelled my dad.

Later that evening my father was resting after a nice meal mom made.  I said I was going to the barn to see Ben.  I arrived at the barns and when I went into the stall that should be Bens, I found it loaded with straw and Ben was covered in a light but warm blanket.  Hi Ben I said while rubbing his ears and main.  You're a good boy and were gonna fix that leg of yours in time ok.

"Ya, well there's something else you're gonna fix first"  I was startled, Jon was behind me and looked angry.  "What do you mean" I asked.  Follow me he said and began to walk to the east end of the barn where we stored all the saddles, harnesses and blankets.  It took me a bit to get out of the stall so I kinda skipped along to the end room not knowing what Jon had in mind.  I entered the room with a smile and was surprised by Jon grabbing onto my arm tightly.  He put his face right into mine and said: " I stepped up for you today, if I hadn't, I'd be burying that colt right now so you're gonna pay me for all the crap I'm gonna take from your dad from now on and for all the extra chores I'll have to do just to keep that useless colt for you.

"Ok, how much I said, how much do you want"  Oh, it's not HOW much, it's WHAT I want....  I could hardly swallow.  Sit down over there you little tramp.  Every day I have to watch you out here in the barns with those cutoff shorts and perky tits bouncing all over.  I've had enough.  I stepped up for you to keep that damn horse and now, I want what I want and what I want is you.  Take it all off. Now!  I was scared, i was almost crying when I wimpered, " I'm too young for that"  No you're not, not what I have in mind, I just wanna see you bare assed naked, then you're gonna suck my dick"  just then he zipped down his jeans and out came his cock.  I'd never seen one before, I mean, the girls at school always talk about it and ya I've seen animals but not a guy.  He began stroking it and kept telling me to take my clothes off.  "Listen kid, you either take it off or I'll make that colt never walk and your dad will put him down"  Ok, ok, I said.  Slowly I removed my top and watched his cock grow really hard.  When I took off my shorts and panties, I looked just in time to see him come.  Just after he came he walked over to me and said " suck it now"  "do it"  " NOW".  Well, I did, and I thought it was really gross.  I choked and gaged lots.  When he was all hard again, it was a bit better.  He kept grabbing my boobs and grunting.  Jon was about 35 or so, much older than me and was he ever strong.  I remember that it wasn't long before he came in my mouth causing me to gage.  Oh, I didn't like that much.  Some of it splashed out onto my legs.  All sticky and gooie.  When he had finished, he said: "now, any time I say a particular time of day, I expect you to be here unless I tell you a location too"  You're gonna keep my cock happy, I'm gonna keep your daddy happy, and you get to keep the colt."  You got that kid?  Yes I answered.  Good, now get out of here.

All through the summer and fall, into the winter and again in the spring, I would go to the storage room when ever Jon told me to.  It was usually the same thing, I strip and dance and then suck his cock.  But by the next spring, Ben had still not had his surgery,  we had to have it done soon.  You could tell it hurt him to walk and riding him was completely off limits.  I would ride one of the mares and he would follow me everywhere.  One day, in late spring, I was out riding and of course Ben was following us when I decided to stop at one of my favorite rest stops.  The view over the valley was beautiful.  As I sat there, I could hear a rider aproaching.  It was Jon, oh no, what was wrong, did something happen. " What is it" I yelled.  No answer.  Jon rode right up beside me and jumped off his horse. "It's time" he said.  Oh, that I thought.  But Jon had other ideas.  As I began removing my clothes, he pushed me down, and climbed on top of me.  His cock was searching to penetrate me.  No I couldn't let this happen.  I just couldn't.  "Stop. Get off.  Stttoooopppp! I screamed.  Jon was too strong for me but I kicked and bucked and then, the pain.  He had rammed his hard cock into my little pussy.  It hurt so much.  He just kept pounding me for all he was worth.  I was so scared.  Slowly, the pain turned to a bit of pleasure but by this time, Jon was pretty much done.  He pulled out of me and sprayed his come all over me.  I had just begun to think that it was fun when I heard a gun shot.  "Ohhhh Shit !" Jon yelled, zipping up his pants, "Its your dad, he'll kill me, I saved your horse now you save me, pleeeeesssse"  Jon was terrified.  The closest horse to him was Ben, never been ridden but I usually would saddle him up so he would know what it felt like and get used to one.  Jon jumped onto Ben, and rode away.  He had Ben going pretty fast too.  I was impressed at how fast Ben was running.  Straight back to the barns.  Dad came up to me and asked " are you ok? I'll kill the son of a bitch"  No, I replied, help me.  I knew my Dad wouldn't leave me and at the time, I thought I owed it to Jon, but now I regret it.  You see, as Jon entered the barns on Bens back, Ben took a bad tumble on the cement entrance.  It was wet and slippery.  We never heard from Jon again, he had packed his pickup and driven off in less than five minutes my mom said later.  She happen to see him out the window and noticed him riding Ben so she went to the porch and watched him.

Ben was hurt bad, his ankle was really bad, we called the vet and . . . . . . 

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