Chapter 2
"Well, hop out everyone, here we are, " Ellis said as they pulled up to some large gates with a sign over them "Ronson's Bar R Ranch."
The proprietor, Mort Ronson, dressed in a white cowboy outfit came over to greet them. His outfit right down to white leather chaps was right off a movie set. "I was wondering when you people were going to show up," he said jovially. "Hope you're not too tired from the trip."
"Oh, we're not, are we Timmy?" Kandy piped up. "Can we go riding right away?"
"Why, sure, little lady, if it's all right with your dad," the ranch owner replied, his eyes squinted with lascivious delight as she hung over the side of the corral rails already choosing her mount from several already saddled, the faded denim of her cut-offs riding halfway up her perfectly rounded ass-cheeks to expose twin crescents of pale untanned flesh.
"Maybe the little lady would like the white stallion?" the rancher inquired suggestively.
Kandy blushed in confusion but Astrid spoke up quickly, like a clucking hen guarding her brood.
"Certainly not. Mr. Ronson. They're both novices. You'd better give them two of your quietest horses."
"Fine. Sure thing, ma'am. I'll accompany them to see that nothing happens to them the first time out. My wife will take care of lunch for you and your husband and she can pack up a picnic basket for us. I'll show these two buckaroos the whole spread of the Bar R. Would you like that, kids?" he asked, turning the full laser beams of his rough charm on Kandy, who felt her knees turn to jelly.
The teenager wondered apprehensively just what seeing the whole spread involved and yet this was the kind of situation she had been longing for, obvious sexual interest from a much older man.
"Wow, yeah. We'd love it, wouldn't we, Timmy?" she blurted, quickly bringing her brother to her support.
Astrid and Ellis were totally won over by the ranch owner's heartiness and thanked him for offer of lunch but she said that Ellis wanted to check out the facilities at the nearby town and that they would eat there while the kids were on horseback. So without even unpacking the car Ellis and Astrid set off for the town with the directions given by Mort.
Molly, the ranch owner's wife, plump and motherly wearing a long dress and a full length apron, soon had three delicious individual picnic hampers prepared, then Kandy, Timmy and
Mort, as the big man insisted they call him, were astride their horses and setting off at a brisk trot along a well worn track across a patch of prairie scrub.
They rode for an hour or more at a leisurely pace. It seemed to Kandy an eternity as the sun blazed down and the rhythmic motion of the saddle, pungent with horse sweat beneath her, gradually stimulated her soft virginal pussy which had already been aroused in the car and by the feel of Mort's rough hand tightly clasping her silken-skinned thigh as he eagerly helped her mount. It had happened before at home and she knew it would happen today, especially in the heat, and wearing such crotch-tight pants-deliciously aroused by the movement of the horse. It was such a fantastic feeling it was almost unbearable, the rising itch between the lips of her pussy.
Mort and the two novice riders were ambling along in companionable silence, and Kandy was almost in a daydream trance, the sun on her golden tresses, the steady erotic stimulation of the back and forth, back and forth motion of the saddle between her legs, as well as the awareness of Mort's hot eyes on her young body bringing her sensitively attuned body to unconscious arousal so that, without quite realizing what she was doing, she began to push her hotly throbbing little pussy forward to meet the satisfying pressure of the hard unyielding leather while squeezing her bare thighs tightly against the horse's sides.
Strange tremors started to shoot from her excited clitoris through her belly; black dots began to dance in front of her eyes; she felt faint and more than slightly giddy.
Good Lord! Oh god! I think I'm going to have an orgasm! the aroused youngster suddenly realized as she came back to earth with a jolt, and glanced guiltily at her brother and Mort to see if they had noticed anything peculiar about her style of riding. If they had they were not bothering to look at her or make any comment. Timmy was pestering the man for all kinds of information about the breeding of horses.
Jesus! How boring, Kandy thought lagging behind. I'm a lot more interested in human breeding than some goddamned horses.
Deliberately, she fell further behind, again furtively pressing her tingling clitoris hard against the hypnotically undulating saddle horn.
"Jesus! Oh god! I am cumming!" the teenager whimpered to herself tremulously in the wind, hoping desperately in the middle of her orgasm-whirling mind that the two males in front wouldn't look round as she concentrated to her utmost to keep herself from falling to the ground as the heady waves of exhilarating spasms swept through her sun-drugged body.
The orgasm seemed to go on and on forever as the steady stimulation continued. The feeling was almost too exquisite to bear.
"You doing okay, kid.' You look a little piqued. Would you like to stop now for lunch?" The booming tones of the rancher broke into Kandy's lust-filled mind, shattering her erotic dream-world, his eyes glittering with a mixture of lasciviousness and mockery. He knew damn well that there were few girls over the age of six who wouldn't be aroused seated on a saddle on a hot day.
The overcome blonde suddenly realized that the rancher was fully aware of the state she was in, noticing that he was staring lewdly at the crotch of her ridiculously tiny cut-offs where the worn denim was pressed into her cuntal slit as if drawn into it from her exertions, and there was a dark wet stain from her vaginal juices which were even now oozing warmly from her satiated pussy as an aftermath to her orgasm. She cursed herself for not having worn long slacks and felt like weeping with shame and embarrassment.
Instead, she defiantly shook her golden mane of wild, wind-tossed hair and with an icy look ignored his obvious lechery-although she averted her eyes quickly, she couldn't help noticing that the ranch owner's pants were bulging thickly in a frightening way. It was incidents such as this that worried Kandy. Was she really ready for a grown man or could she only feel comfortable with innocent boys like her brother Timmy? Confused and feeling dreadfully inadequate to cope with such problems she galloped ahead.
Suddenly, they came to what looked like an oasis out in the middle of the prairie. There were some other people there as well, probably also guests of the ranch she guessed. There was a small man-made lake where you could swim and all types of beautifully flowering cacti made an exotic garden effect. There were some shady trees over to one side.
"Last one to the trees is a rotten egg," Timmy yelled, whipping up his horse with hand slaps as he set off at gallop with Kandy hot in pursuit. The exhilaration of racing and the wind streaming through her long hair swept Kandy's mind clean, and by the time they had reached the far side of the tree grove and pulled up under a shady one, breathless and laughing, she was able to put the whole shameful experience out of her head.