I was mesmerized the moment I saw her, even from way down the sun-dappled street. I had just moved to Willow Creek, set to do an artist's residence in Donville the coming Winter before I stated art school in London. I was exhausted, ready to get settled in, and a goddess was jumping around in front of my driveway.
In late summer, a warm orange glow bounced off of her golden blonde curls as she ran around on the quiet residential street, kicking a soccer ball.
Alone, she occasionally squealed a bit, so excited and enchanted by the act of playing a bit of footie. Her legs were so long, and strong, tanned from the California sun. I'd rented a little ranch house on quiet, unassuming Bradley Street, and this angel lived just two doors down. How would I get anything done?
Three days later, I met her older sister Sophia, a pretty young thing my age with gorgeous tits, a bit of an ecstacy problem, and a desperate need to be liked. Her sister, Hannah, was three years younger, still in college, a soccer player, lover of horses, tomboy, virgin.
Sophia and I were in the kitchen a few days after I'd moved in when young Hannah bounded in, flushed and needing a drink after practice that day.
As their elegant, Irish mother gently urged me to stay for dinner and why did I live alone, I barely heard because Hannah was chugging a glass of water at the sink next to me, her arm touching mine, her sweat sweetly dampening my wrist. I was on fire. She put the glass down, give me a dimpled smile, and bounced away. I breathed. This one was rare, special. Like a unicorn.
I stayed close to Sophia, going with her to uppity raves in the city and taking drugs with her. She was affectionate, and what started with an innocent make out at one of our many sleepovers turned into a lovely little mouth and set of tits just down the street to pacify my pussy as I planned for Hannah.
Sophia and I would shop, party, watch movies, just like BFF's but inevitably late at night, in the dark, her slender fingers would reach for my body, sucking my pinkie and tugging my hands to her pussy until I would relent.
I would pull down my panties and let her suck on my clit while I fingered her. She almost always came and really just wanted me to tell her how hot she looked, which she did. I would tug on those beautiful breasts and tell her how sexy her mouth was, and she would cum.
Spending time with Sophia, I began to make a plan. I learned that Hannah loved all animals, so I immediately equipped the considerable back yard acrege for a mini-horse. Young Hannah danced and clapped when the trailer arrived, and from that moment on was at my house four nights out of the week in the afternoon, after soccer practice.
I told her that I would have a big Horse, Fugi, on the weekend for a while, and would she like to ride him? Her big blue eyes got even wider and she enthusiastically agreed.
Saturday morning she came right over. I told her that I had some riding chaps and things for her in the tack shed, we were riding English style. She nodded and went right in and changed, while I watched through a small space in between the wood planks and rubbed my crotch over my own thick riding chaps.
All too soon she pulled the tight khaki material over her perfectly toned, round little ass, and buttoned the crisp white shirt over her pert, supple little breasts.
She bounded out and I got her right up on the horse, barking orders at her for hours about posting and hip movement. She was a responsive little student, just wanting to please, wanting to do it right.
Finally we took a break, leaning on the fence as Fugi walked to cool off in the arena. Hannah fidgeted with her pants, like she had a wedgie. I smiled.
"Do the pants not fit? They maybe are a little tight." I asked.
"No," she said, blushing,"It's just rubbing a little."
"Yeah, I could see that you weren't moving your hips right, you are like totally tense." I said. "It's screwing up your form. You don't want to learn it wrong the first time."
She furrowed her perfect brow. "What can I do?"
"There is a trick, it always works. C'mere." I spoke with authority, and she obediently followed me into the tack shed.
I instructed her to lean over the saddle rack at a 90 degree angle, palms down, and breathe yoga breath. She did it three times, and at the end of the third I whacked her perfect ass with a horsewhip. She turned around, startled, but I just motioned for her to continue. She bent back over.
"Good, and exhale five, four, three, two, one..." Whack! She trembled a little. After three of those, I cheerfully said "Good! Lets get some tea!" She just straightened up and came outside with me. I fixed us two ice teas with a little vodka and we regrouped at the arena fence.
"Feel better?" I asked nonchalantly.
"Yeah," she hesitated, "I think so."
"Then back to the saddle! You should be all loosened up." Actually, the spanking and the booze did nothing for her riding. As she moved up and down, I could almost hear her whimper with the urge to just grind her little wet pussy on the saddle and finally cum.
I put her through 20 laps of torture before calling it a day. She went home breathless, smiling, and primed to get fucked. By me.
