The Belly Riders Part 2.

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When Lorena had been about eighteen months old, her
mother had insisted that she be taught to ride a horse.
At that age she had not had to do very much except to
sit on the horse’s back and be led around. To begin
with there had always been somebody in the saddle to
hold her but as she grew and got stronger the other
person had been displaced and would walk beside her to
stop her from falling.

By the time she was three Lorena had become quite a
little horsewoman, able to ride and control the horse,
at a trot, on her own. On her third Birthday Lorena had
been given her very own pony, a female foal from the
previous year that would hopefully grow with the little
girl and remain a good steed for many years to come.
This had been the case and the two had learned together
the art of horsemanship.

The first time Lorena had had any idea that there was
another way to ride a horse, was when she was five. She
had seen, on several occasions, a girl of about
fifteen, riding a horse, while slung in a cradle under
the horse’s belly. The girl had come for many weeks,
and trained in this fashion, controlling the horse by
pressure from her hands and feet, which were secured at
the sides of the horse. Lorena had no idea that that
was the way to control a horse whilst riding in this
position but later had found this information from an
aunt who introduced her to the art.

It was then that the connection was made. The girl had
been fully dressed to begin with but as the months had
passed she began to appear naked under the horse. The
girl had ridden daily for about three hours per day for
around five months and then Lorena had not seen her
again for some time. It was shortly after her sixth
Birthday that Lorena was again given a view of this
strange riding method.

The family and staff had gone out to the fields to
harvest the ripe crop of coffee. Lorena and a few
members of the house staff had been the only ones to
remain home. It had been a lovely morning and after the
midday meal, Lorena had quietly hidden her self under
some staging in the large riding school.

It had been dark under the staging and the poor girl,
exhausted from the heat had lain down and fallen
asleep. It was very quiet so there was nothing to
disturb the slumbers of the weary. The hours had passed
peacefully until towards four o’clock there had been
some scuffling sounds and Lorena had been woken. The
little girl, not sure whether she would get into
trouble for hiding under the staging, crept quietly to
a place where she could see what was happening.

Two of the house maids had led a large black horse into
the riding school and were holding him steady in the
middle of the ring. The horse was a stallion named
Texcoco, and was adorned with the same type of sling
harness that the strange girl had used to ride under
the horse’s belly earlier in the year.

This intrigued Lorena and she moved closer to the edge
of the staging to get a better view. One of the maids,
Titsilini, stripped of all her cloths had climbed, face
down, into the harness. She wriggled and squirmed until
she was all the way in to the arrangement of straps and
buckles. The second maid, Kimali, held the horse steady
trying to keep the nervous creature’s motions to a
minimum.

Once in position Titsilini wriggled round until she was
facing up to the horse’s chest. Then she swung her legs
up either side of the horse and hooked her knees over
two stirrups attached to the harness, one on either
side of the horse. This was followed by pushing her
arms through spaces in the harness and reaching up with
her hands to take hold of two handles. There was quite
a bit of chatter between the two maids. Kimali walked
round the horse and secured Titsilini’s hands and feet
to straps that hung from the harness. Then she went
back to the head of the horse and chatted some more
with the rider.

While there had been activity, Lorena had watched every
move of the two girls and what they were doing, now
that they seemed to be just chatting Lorena looked more
closely at the arrangement, and then looked at how the
horse was taking it. It was then that she noticed the
enormous penis that the horse was sporting. It was hot
in the school which would account for some of the
exposure, but heat normally only made the horse extend
his penis so it hung limp. This was stiff and straight
pointing at an angle forwards toward the ground. It
looked as though the stallion had smelt a mare on heat,
but that could not be. None of the mares were on heat
at present.

Lorena understood all about the mating of horses. She
had seen many times, how the stallion was lead into a
paddock that already contained the prospective mare.
The stallion’s penis would get hard and start to slap
his stomach and then when he tried to get on top of the
mare, one of the men close by would grab the penis and
stick it into the mare’s vagina.

The two horses would then stand together and the
stallion would continue to try to get on top of the
mare. When he found that he could not, he would slide
off the mare and the stiff penis would go soft and
disappear up between his hind legs. The first time
Lorena had seen this she had thought it was very funny.
Everybody knew that horses could not ride other horses.
However one of the men had sent her away, so she
remembered not to laugh next time.

Now here was a stallion going through the motions as
though he was about to try and ride another horse, but
there were only two maids close by. Suddenly there was
action again. Kimali walked to the back of the stallion
and crouched down. She was in front of the horse’s back
legs, so Lorena could not see what was going on. Then
she stepped away and went back to holding the leading
reins. Immediately it was obvious what had been done.
The stallion’s penis was now inserted into Titsilini’s
vagina and about half of it was hidden this way.

Lorena was stunned that such a huge thing could go into
a vagina. She thought about her own little hole. Still
naked, hairless and small. She had put her finger in
the entrance sometimes when it had itched, but there
was a thick piece of skin there that stopped her going
deeper than a few millimetres. She knew that it went
deeper because there was a hole there that she peed
from, she had seen it in a mirror, but the hole was
tiny. There was no way that she could have a horse
stick his penis in that little place.

The two maids chatted a little longer and then Kimali,
holding the horse’s bridle, led the horse and its
under-slung rider out of the school into the yard.
Lorena scrambled quickly through the struts and
bracing’s of the staging and then ran to the door of
the school. The maids and the horse were there walking
round and round the yard and a number of the house
staff had come out to watch. Lorena noticed her Mother
on one of the balconies, surveying the proceedings.

She crept back into a shadow in the hope that she had
not been seen. However she stayed where she could watch
most of what went on in the yard. The horse was led
round five or six times and then one of the hands
opened the gate that led to the fields and the little
group walked out and down the path, out of sight. The
servants all filed back into the house and Lorena’s
Mother limped quietly back off the balcony into her
room.

Lorena stayed hidden for a short while, then crossed
the yard to the house and went to see her Mother. As
she crossed the court yard, Lorena thought hard about
how she would ask her mother about the afternoon’s
events. It could be quite a tricky subject because it
involved nudity and a horse’s penis, a subject that
should never be talked about in polite society. She
entered the big house and climbed the stairs to her
mother’s room. On the landing outside her mother’s room
she smoothed down her dress and then tapped lightly on
the hard timber panelled door. She had to wait for a
while but then a voice called out.

“Come.” Just the one word. It had been all that Lorena
had expected. She pulled down on the handle and pushed
hard on the heavy portal. It swung slowly in to expose
the beautifully furnished chamber. Lorena slipped in
once the door was open enough and then pushed the door
shut again. It gave a satisfying click as it latched.
“Hello darling.” The musical tones of her mother’s
voice were a comfort to Lorena as she turned to pose
her question, but the feeling of unease was not totally
subdued. “Where have you been all afternoon? I have not
seen you since lunch. Have you enjoyed your afternoon?

Lorena, still not sure that she could trust her voice
to be totally as she wanted, ran over to her Mother and
gave her a big hug. This she knew would give a warm
feeling to her Mother and at the same time grant
herself more time to compose her feelings. “I went to
the stables for a short time but it was so hot I
decided to find a shady spot to think. I think I went
to sleep, I was woken by the sound of some horses in
the yard I think. Did someone come to visit?” Lorena
enquired.

“Oh no dear, it was just two of the maids taking a
horse for a ride, so that they can have some exercise
on their afternoon off.” So, she was not going to be
told as yet about the strange riding position, Lorena
decided she could wait. She settled down into a
comfortable chair next to her parent and they chatted
about other things.

That night Lorena could not sleep, she thought about
the two maids and the horse and considered all the
possibilities that she could think of as to the meaning
of what she had seen. Nothing really convincing came to
her mind, so she was still awake when she heard the
sound of a horse approaching the yard. She ran softly
to the window and peered out. It was very dark and all
but a few lights had been extinguished, but Lorena
could just make out the shape of a horse and a person,
walking up the path. Maybe they would tell her.

She slipped out of her room and headed down stairs to
the door. Then she slipped out to the yard and stood
waiting. She saw through the gloom, the person lead the
horse into the stable block, so she ran over to see
what was happening. She crept into the building and
sidled up to the stall where the horse and maid were.
Then she crouched down in the shadows and watched.

Kimali was giving the horse a gentle rub down and had
filled the food trough with something for the horse to
eat. As this activity was going on Lorena slipped
unseen behind the horse and hid just inside the next
stall. From there she could see what was going on and
she took a keen interest in the arrangement of horse
and rider. Titsilini was still hanging in the harness
under the big horse, naked and with the thick penis
still thrust into her vagina. The horse munched at its
food.

The harness was made of a thick saddle like sheet of
leather that rested on the horse’s back. It was
strapped to the horse in the usual way with a thick
belly strap or girth. From the leather sheet seven
leather straps hung down. One of these went around the
horse’s tail, the other six, three on either side
supported a web of leather in which Titsilini rested.
From these six straps there were branches that were
used to strap the girl’s hands, knees and ankles.

Titsilini was effectively held secure and unable to
move any part of her body except her head. However
there was enough play in the straps so that as the
horse walked the cradle would swing to and fro and even
a little to the side. After studying the straps and
buckles for some time her eyes were drawn to the
horse’s penis. It was still very hard. Lorena was
surprised that the stiffness could last so long.
Normally it would go small again after just a quarter
of an hour if the horse was joined to another horse.
She wondered what kept it so hard. Then she looked at
the way it entered Titsilini’s vagina. She had a
perfect view of the workings between the horse’s back
legs.

The penis was thick and round and Titsilini’s vagina
was stretched to a very large size in order to take the
monster. The girl’s vagina seemed different from what
Lorena had expected. Apart from having enormous
capacity it seemed to have extra bits. Lorena slipped
her hand inside her nighty to feel her own opening.
There were the large soft fleshy cushions around the
hole but there was no sign of the thin lobe like pieces
inside them. But Titsilini definitely had at least one
thin fleshy lobe wrapped around the horse’s penis,
other than the thicker parts of her pussy.

Lorena slipped a finger into the slit between her thick
soft lips and pressed against the piece of skin that
had the hole in it. The increased pressure started to
hurt so she removed her finger and felt other parts in
that area. There was nothing that could take the size
of the horse. How strange, still she was not fully
grown yet so maybe things changed when she got older.
Her finger slid further back and touched her anus. As
she fondled she studied the rider again. No, the penis
definitely went into the vagina. Lorena pressed at her
anus anyway to test how easy it would be to get a penis
in there. The muscles contracted in an involuntary
action and stopped her entrance. So that would not
work.

Suddenly the horse stepped sideways and Lorena’s view
was blocked by the position of the horse’s leg.
Titsilini groaned as the horse moved, the penis jolting
inside her. Then Kimali who had been on the far side,
walked round the horse’s head to Lorena’s side of the
animal so she could finish grooming. Lorena darted back
out of view and resumed hiding in the next stall. The
grooming continued for about twenty minutes, and then
Kimali put the brushes and cloths away “Will you be all
right here all night on your own or would you like me
to stay? Can I bring you some food?” Kimali asked her
companion.

“No, no, you run along to bed, I will be fine. I do not
think I could manage to swallow in this position,
though before you go, if you could wet my lips I would
feel better.”

Kimali went to a large water container and dipping a
small ladle into the water she carried the liquid to
her friend. Kimali extended the ladle and poured the
water over her face, Titsilini licking her lips as she
did so. “Thank you, I will be all right now, you go to
bed and have sweet dreams. I will see you in the
morning. If you can just leave one light burning when
you go, so that I don’t get frightened by ghosts. Thank
you, good night.”

“Good night.” Said Kimali as she slowly walked out of
the stables extinguishing the lights as she went.
Lorena found herself alone in a place that she should
not have been, trapped. There was no one talking or
moving now to hide her own activity. If she moved then
the rider would hear.

She stayed still for some time, just listening to the
sounds of the horses and woman breathing, and the
occasional stamp of a horse hoof. She heard the
jingling of the harness that held Titsilini suspended
under Texcoco and peered through the dimness to see
what was wrong. She found that in spite of there being
little illumination in the building, she could still
make out shapes quite clearly. She edged forward to get
a closer look. The straw under her rustled as she moved
and suddenly a harsh whisper cut the air.

“Who’s there?” Lorena was startled into stillness and
sitting back on her haunches she waited. “Who’s there?”
Came the voice again. Lorena did not answer. Slowly she
realised that she was really stuck. The maid was not
going to sleep and if Lorena moved again then the straw
would give her away. The only reason that she had
managed to get in was because of the noise that Kimali
had been making while talking and wiping down the
horse.

The night would be long and Lorena did not want to
spend the rest of it fixed in one position so she
slowly came to the conclusion that the only thing to do
was to make her presence known and suffer the
consequences. Her original intention had been to talk
to one of the women and quiz them about this strange
mode of riding, she may as well go ahead with that
plan. She called out gently to the maid suspended under
the horse.

“Titsilini, are you awake?”

“So there is someone there, I was beginning to think I
had heard some rat or something. Is that you Lorena?
What are you doing here, so late in the night?” the
maid sounded worried. “If your Mother finds you here we
will both be in trouble and I will loose my job. You
must go back to bed now and not tell anyone that you
were here. Go now before somebody comes.”

“I could not sleep and when I heard you ride back I
thought I would come down to find out what you are
doing. Do you mind? Please don’t make me leave I do so
want to know and I dare not talk to my mother, please
let me stay just for a little while, I thought you were
my friend and I could talk to you about anything.”

“I do not mind I am sure that your mother would be very
angry if she found you here. Such an action from such a
young girl. You must leave at once.” All this was said
in a harsh whisper. Lorena did not want to leave and
put up a hard argument in order to stay. Eventually the
helpless maid was worn down until she relented. “Well,
you are here now, what did you want to know?”

“You won’t tell anyone that I was here will you?”
Begged Lorena.

“No I won’t tell, I would probably be killed and sold
as stake if your Mother found out, but you will have to
leave here before it starts to get light. If Rodrigues
finds you here so early he will tell your Mother.”
Lorena took stock of this fact and promised herself to
be back in bed before dawn.

“I will go before dawn. Why are you riding this horse
up side down? It looks very strange and you might get
kicked being so close to his legs. Can you make him
gallop like that or only walk? What does it feel like
to hang like that for so long? Does it hurt to have
such a large thing inside you? Will he try to climb on
top of other horses while you are there? How long will
you stay like that? Do you eat while you are there? How
do you go to the toilet?”

“Stop, stop, one question at a time please, or I shall
forget some. And you must keep your voice down,
somebody may hear you and come to see what you are
doing here.

The first question was why am I riding Texcoco like
this. I am doing it because I like riding like this. It
makes me feel good, but once I have finished I have to
wait for Texcoco to finish. When he thinks it is
finished then his penis will go small and drop out of
me. That is when I will be able to go back to work.”

“Is it like when he tries to climb on to another horse,
and then finds he can’t, so he drops off and his penis
disappears again?” the enquiring mind of the little
girl was trying to sort out the differences and
similarities between the two ideas. It was not easy.
“Yes a bit like that.” Another idea filled Lorena’s
mind as she assimilated the new information.

“Will you have a baby? Every time Texcoco tries to get
on top of another horse the other horse has a foal.
Will you have a foal?”

“No, I will not have a foal. A human can not give birth
to a horse, only a horse can do that.”

“How long will you stay like that? Is Texcoco finished
yet?” Came the next question from the little girls
inquiring mind. Each question was answered with
patience and understanding though the answers were not
always as complete as Lorena would have liked. However
she gleaned a large quantity of information. As she
talked to the maid she took the opportunity to get
close to the coupling and study it closely. She sat in
the straw at the horse’s feet and lifting her night
dress over her head she started to do a comparison of
their two pussies. Her own was much smaller and there
appeared to be several things missing. There was no
thin fleshy bits, but she had seen that earlier.

Now she noticed that the little triangle of flesh with
the sticking out pointy bit, at the top of the maid’s
vagina, was also missing on herself. She could also see
that the maid had a small hole just above the place
where the horse’s penis went in. Questions were asked
about all these things. Then the horse moved again.

The maid rocked in the harness as the large penis
momentarily penetrated deeper. A creamy white jelly
like liquid oozed out of the maids vagina and stuck to
her buttocks and anus. Another question. When she was
told to leave because it was nearly dawn, she did not
resent the instruction. She left quietly and ran to her
room, leaving the maid much relieved, hanging in her
harness, stretched by the mass of horse flesh that
entered her tender loins. The horse did not mind and
just kept on eating.

Time passed and Lorena had to be satisfied with the
information that she had got so far. There were no
chances presented to her where she could build on that
start. It was spring again before a new situation
showed its head. The young girl that Lorena had seen
riding under a horse the previous year, showed up
again. It had been a pleasant sunny morning and Lorena
had been having her daily horse ride in the fields
around the hacienda. The local workers were out in
force looking after the fields of coffee plants and
cocoa.

The ride had taken a little longer than had been
expected and Lorena was late for her tuition. She had
ridden quickly into the yard and dismounted, then
without a thought she had walked her horse into the
stables. As she had passed along the stalls looking for
a free space she had seen a horse she did nor
recognise, in one of the stalls. It was rigged with the
now familiar harness. She found a free stall and lead
her horse in. Then with a quick word to the stable boy
to groom and water the horse she left to look at the
newly rigged horse. It was not one of their horses, she
did not remember seeing the beast before, until the
girl walked into the stables. She was wrapped in a
blanket and had nothing on her feet. She stopped dead
in her tracks when she saw Lorena. She started to turn
and leave.

Lorena had to think fast. Her tuition went out the
window as she softly said. “Please don’t go, I would
like to help you if you will let me.” The girl looked
back, hesitating before she fled. Lorena was encouraged
by the girl’s delay, and continued. “I know how to do
up the straps and I promise not to do them too tight.”
Lorena had seen them done once, at close quarters, and
the fact that the other girl was at least ten years
older did not worry her at all. The girl turned toward
her.

“If you help me in will you lead me as well?” Lorena
beamed with delight at the invite and all other plans
evaporated into nothing. “Of course I will, I would
love to do this for you. I want to do the same as you
when I am grown.” It was then that the idea that she
wanted to be a belly rider gelled in her mind. It was
to become her one burning ambition and take her further
than this bigger girl would ever dream of going.

The girl started toward Lorena. So she had made a
substantial decision and now she realised that it had
been her ambition to ride like this since she had had
the chat with Titsilini all those months before. Lorena
turned and walked into the stall that contained the
horse. She went to the head of the horse and took the
bridle. The other girl came in behind her. “What’s your
name?” She asked, as she removed the blanket that had
covered her so far. Lorena looked up at the girl to
answer. She was looking at a totally naked girl who was
quite attractive and slim. Firm round breasts flat
tummy and bald pussy. Lorena hesitated in her reply.
The girl looked at her questioningly, there was a smug
expression on the girl’s face.

“Is anything wrong?” Lorena was prompted into a
response. “No everything is fine, I was just thinking I
would like to look like you when I am grown. You are so
slim and beautiful.” There was another short silence.
“My name is Lorena, my Father owns this land.” The
other girl’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “Your
Father is Don Albert La Ruse Dell Fuego?” she dropped
to her knees and clenching her hands in front of her
chest as though in prayer.

“Please forgive me I would never have spoken to you in
that manner if I had known that you were the daughter
of….”

“It is all right, you were not to know who I was just
as I do not know who you are. I hope this will not
spoil our friendship. I do want to help you or I would
not have asked. Please get up and tell me your name.”
Lorena smiled at the girl and offered her a hand. It
was taken tentatively and the young lady stood. Her
head hung as though in shame. Lorena tried to bring her
round.

“As long as we can keep it so, I would like you to
forget that I am my father’s daughter, and just pretend
that I am another working girl. I am sure that we can
get along well together but I fear that the adults will
try to keep us apart. Lets hope they take their time
about it, you can call me Lora. Now you still have not
told me your name so unless you do I shall have to call
you Girl, or Rider or just Hay You. Do you have a
preference?” The girl looked up at Lorena and seeing
that she was smiling, smiled back.

“My name is Neltitaca Xaltocan.” She looked at Lorena
wondering if the connection would be made between
herself and her cousin Titsilini. Evidently not, so she
announced the relationship. Lorena nodded
understandingly and then asked a question that made a
different connection.

“Is that why you both like to ride under horses,
because of your family connection?”

“There is a connection in that we both have the same
tutor, but we ride for different reasons. Titsilini
started riding because she likes horses, my reason is
more personal and I would rather not say yet, if you
don’t mind. However I do enjoy riding like this.” Just
then there was a cough at the door of the stables and
an elderly woman walked in. She must have been fifty
and walked with a very bad limp, using two sticks to
support her frail body. “Come on…” there was a
hesitance. Then she continued. “Hhummm, Titaca, climb
into the harness. You should not keep an old lady
waiting.”

There was an element of irritation in the old woman’s
voice. “Are, you have found a new person to help, have
you, well that is fine with me. It means that I can go
back to my nice chair and rest my legs. Come here girl
and I will show you what to do now.” Lorena recognised
the unfriendly nick name that had been made from the
older girl’s proper name.

Neltitaca got down on her hands and knees and then
slowly and carefully climbed into the harness. Again
the manoeuvre was made by going in face down and then
turning over to lie on her back before being strapped
in. Lorena watched carefully, she would do this one
day. When the girl was in, Lorena went to the old lady
and crouched down to watch what she did. The old lady
produced a small tube with a needle in the end. The
tube contained a blue green liquid. She gave the
contraption to Lorena.

“You may as well learn right from the start so do
exactly as I say. If you do not you may kill the horse
so be very sure to listen and remember.” There seemed
to be no concern for the girl underneath, who would be
crushed if the horse collapsed and died. “First point
the syringe up with the needle at the top.” Lorena did
as she was told. Horses are expensive so she was not
going to do anything wrong.

“Right, now tap the tube and make all the bubbles go
up. Now squeeze the plunger at the bottom softly until
some of the liquid shoots out of the tip of the needle.
Good, now stick the needle into the soft fleshy piece
that hangs round where the horse’s penis comes out.”
Lorena hesitated. This would probably hurt the horse
and that would be dangerous.

“Don’t worry about the horse.” The old lady said. Her
voice, cracked with age, sounded as though she was
happy to be inflicting pain on the beast. “He gets
bitten there all the time and he will just think it is
another fly. The most he will do is stamp his foot.
Just hold it still once it is in.” Lorena stabbed the
needle into the required place and held the syringe
still. The horse snorted and raised his hoof making his
body shiver with the force of the stamp that followed.
The old lady smiled down at Lorena.

“Humf. The old woman snorted. “Very good, I reckon that
you are a natural.” She said with a forced smile. “I
shall look forward to the day when I see you ride. Now
push the plunger all the way into the tube, and then
pull the needle out of the horse’s pouch.” Lorena
followed the instructions and then looked up at the old
lady. “Now, you come to me in the house every day, and
I will give you the syringe and you are to do this each
time Neltitaca mounts up to ride like this.” She
snatched the syringe from Lorena and then turned and
started out of the stables.

“But didn’t that hurt the horse?” Lorena cried out. “Oh
no dear, to the horse it is no worse than being bitten
by one of those horse flies that are constantly
bothering him.” There was a horse cackle, then she was
gone. Lorena looked back at the horse’s penis. It was
coming out of the pouch and growing stiff. She told
Neltitaca of the development.

“Yes that is what is meant to happen, when it is long
enough you must push the head into my vagina.” Lorena
reached down and took hold of the growing penis. It was
firm and quite stiff but the surface felt spongy. It
was hot and it throbbed in Lorena’s hands, sending a
pulse up her arm. It was like a machine that was just
starting to work. The penis reached a length of about
thirty five centimetres so Lorena pushed the thick head
between Neltitaca’s vagina lips.

At first it would not go in but Lorena held the lips
apart with her free hand and slid the throbbing meat in
with her other hand. It slipped in easily and as it did
Lorena got a glimpse of the large hole in the older
girl. She sat back on her heels amazed. How had that
got so big? “Oh, that feels good, it has been so many
months since I had him in there.”

Neltitaca sounded as though she was in a dream, there
was sweat all over her body. The penis continued to
grow and it seemed to Lorena that Neltitaca would take
it, no matter how big it got. As it penetrated the
thick shaft pulled the lips of Neltitaca’s pussy into
her body a little and then they would slip out again
only to be pulled in again by the expanding rod. After
a few minutes the growth stopped and Lorena was able to
breathe again. She had been holding her breath with
anxiety at seeing the extent to which the shaft had
penetrated the girl. She had known that horse’s penises
were large but had not realised just how much would fit
into a woman.

Neltitaca gave a sigh. “All right, we can go now, I am
sorry if it startled you the way it went in like that
but once it started there was nothing I could do to
tell you. It just takes over and it is so lovely.”
Lorena broke from her stunned amazement and went to
work. She reached up and strapped one of Neltitaca’s
ankles to the harness. Then she walked round the back
of the horse and strapped the other ankle. Both legs
were held almost straight and well forward of the
horse’s hind legs.

This accomplished, Lorena moved forward to strap the
wrists of the girl. Again they were strapped so that
the limb was almost straight but this time the hands
were allowed to hold on to handles that hung from the
saddle of the harness. The horse stood still while all
this was being done. The job finished Lorena stood back
and checked her handy work. She could just slip a
finger into the straps that bound hand and feet, so
none of the straps were too tight. The girl was in the
right position with her shoulders well back from the
horse’s front limb but her legs were out of the way of
the hind legs. That was good.

It would be unlikely that the horse would be able to
kick or otherwise injure her new friend. Satisfied with
her handy work she walked round the horse to check it
all again and took particular note of the state of the
horse’s penis as she did so. It was still thick and
hard and seemed to be about half into Neltitaca’s open
vagina.

There was a thicker ring about half way along the
penis. Lorena had seen it before. This ring was just at
the opening to the juicy wet hole that engulfed the
shaft. Not only was this a fascinating achievement but
it was beautiful to look at as well. Lorena decided
that she would have to learn to control the horse from
the back where she could watch the penis at the same
time. Niltitaca’s voice stopped her reverence of the
male phallus.

“Back the horse out and take us to the field by the
river. We will be there for the rest of the morning. It
should be warm and very pleasant.” Lorena had no
problem with this and as she encouraged the horse to
reverse into the passage at the back of the stalls, she
thought to pick up a riding crop from a rack on the
wall. Once the horse was in the passage she led him on
but while doing so she lengthened the leading rein to
its full extent. This set the stage for the next step
in her plan.

As the horse took its first step, Lorena heard the girl
suspended under the horse give a deep gasp. She
wondered what was happening to her that she had to
utter such a sound. She looked back and could see the
harness rocking forward and back. At the same time it
swung sideways, to and fro.

Lorena wanted to watch but knew that she had to keep an
eye on the direction of the horse and not let him go
the wrong way or some thing dreadful like that. She
pulled her eyes back to the front and concentrated on
her new job. Leading the horse into the yard, she swung
the horse round and headed for the gate to the path
that led into the fields. On reaching the gate she
opened it, walked the horse through, and then turned
the horse round so she could close the gate. This done
and the gate shut fast, she turned back to the horse,
but instead of going back to the horse’s head and
leading on she swung part of the rein over the horse’s
head and across his back. This would enable her to
stand well back from the horse’s head butstill be able
to control him.

Later…

Now she took the horse by the bit and turning him once
again she started down the path to the river. As Lorena
lead the horse and its rider down the path she released
the bit and just used the rein on the horse’s near
side. Slowly she extended the length of rein between
her hand and the halter, so that the horse was being
controlled from a greater and greater distance.

After about five hundred metres she reached the end of
the rein and was able to manoeuvre the horse by gently
pulling on one side or the other to steer. To halt his
progress she could hall on both sides, and to make him
move forward she just had to flap the rein that rested
on his back. It all seemed to work very well. Now she
was able to view what had really grabbed her interest.

The first thing that Lorena noticed was that there
seemed to be a lot of movement in the harness. Not only
was it moving forward and back, and from side to side,
but there was quite a lot of up and down motion as
well. The next thing she noticed was that not all of
this up and down motion was done by both rider and
harness.

The girl riding seemed to have much more motion than
the harness that was designed to support her. In fact
it rather looked as though the poor rider was writhing
in agony. Lorena was a little concerned and getting
close to her charge she tentatively asked if she was
all right. There was no response, but the girls
breathing was hard and came in gasps. Lorena decided to
stop the horse and see what she could do to help the
other female.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop.” The girl gasped in
desperation. Lorena quickly started the horse again,
feeling chagrined that she had tried to put right a
situation that was obviously not wrong. She resolved to
observe some more and learn as much as she could. But
how would she know if something was wrong?

Neltitaca seemed to be arching her body in time to the
horse’s pace. It began to look like a strange dance,
performed between horse and rider. The penis seemed to
be getting stiffer if that was possible and the amount
that it was entering Neltitaca was increasing too.

Where as it had started with about three to four
centimetres moving in and out, now there must have been
nine or ten centimetres sliding easily in and out in
time to the horse’s walk. Added to this were the sounds
of groans and gasps that seemed to be made in time to
the inward thrust of the horse’s penis. They had
started off as barely audible low moans but the volume
and pitch had increased.

Now they were loud enough to make workers in the fields
look up, and they were more like screams than moans.
Could this keep increasing? Lorena was puzzled as to
how or why all these changes were taking place, in fact
she found it quite worrying. She had never seen anybody
orgasm before.

The horse walked on but was getting skittish, dancing
along the path instead of walking normally. This seemed
to make its rider scream even more. Suddenly she
stopped. She arched her back and went very stiff. She
stayed like this for a few moments and then letting out
a long sigh she slumped in the harness.

Lorena crouched down low and asked if Nel was all
right. She could not get too close to her because the
horse was still dancing. “Yes, yes, I am fine. It is
the way or this kind of riding that it fills you with
energy and you just have to scream. It is the most
beautiful thing I have ever done. I feel really happy
and it is better now that you are leading me instead of
that old woman. She goes so slow and talks and grumbles
all the time. That really spoils it.”

Suddenly the horse stopped and stood shaking.

“Watch my pussy hole Lorena, see what happens.”

Then she started gasping again. “Oh it is Sooo nice!”

Lorena went back to where she could see the thick horse
penis entering Neltitaca’s cunt. At first nothing
happened but then, the penis started to pulse and a
white creamy liquid squirted out of the tight fitting
union. The penis was thrust into Neltitaca’s pussy so
far and it was so big, Lorena was stunned that anything
could get out at all. There were several little jets of
the liquid until the last drops just trickled out and
ran down Nel’s buttocks. Lorena watched fascinated,
waiting for more liquid, but it seemed to have stopped
now.

“That is it Lora, we must walk some more before it
happens again. Come on lets go.” Neltitaca was
obviously so eager that Lorena jumped to her task of
guiding the horse. This was to be the start of a very
long and intimate friendship.

Chapter 3

When Lorena and her companion returned to the stables,
it was quite late. Lorena her self had completely
forgotten her lessons. Neltitaca was so full of the
first really good horse ride she had ever had she did
not think of the trouble that may arise from the late
return. Lorena wanted to help Nel out of the saddle but
the horse was still deeply thrust into the girl’s
tender loins. Neltitaca explained that it may take
several hours before the horse was limp enough to drop
out and release her from the tie, and that Lorena
should leave her and go do the things she should be
doing.

At this Lorena suddenly remembered the classes that she
should have been attending. She quickly explained her
situation and ran out of the stables with Nel’s call
When Lorena arrived at the house she found her Mother
and tutor sitting in the hall, both with very stern
expressions on their faces. She knew that she was in
trouble and was ready to accept the consequences even
if she did not know what those would be. At least she
had the knowledge that she had a new friend.

“Where have you been?” came the voice of her mother,
almost as soon as she was in the house. Lorena started
to explain that she had found a new friend but was cut
off in mid sentence.

“You will go to your room now and have your lessons, we
will talk about this when they are finished.” There was
nothing more to be said at that time. Lorena’s Mother
slowly stood and leaning heavily on her stick she
limped away toward one of the many sumptuous rooms.
Lorena led her tutor up to her study room for the
learning she had to do.

It was toward evening when she was eventually released
from her education and, with a little fear in her mind
of what was about to happen to her, she made her way to
her Mothers room. She knocked timidly on the door half
hoping that the woman would not be there but of course
she was.

It was toward evening when she was eventually released
from her education and, with a little fear in her mind
of what was about to happen to her, she made her way to
her Mother’s room. She knocked timidly on the door half
hoping that the woman would not be there but of course
she was.

“Come in.” Lorena turned the handle and pushed hard on
the heavy door. When she was in she turned and closed
it behind her. Then she stood facing her Mother and
waited. After about five minutes the lady looked up.

“So, young lady, you thing that it is all right to miss
lessons and waste the time of your tutor and money of
you parent? Tell me what have you got to say for
yourself?”

Lorena took the bull by the horns and went for a full
description of what had gone on before she had returned
to the house after her ride. It took some time but her
Mother listened without comment until the end. Then
there came the barrage of questions, not just about her
excursion but about her lessons too.

Lorena had expected this as it was how her Mother kept
track of how well she had attended to her classes, and
it was a way of keeping her unsettled, not knowing what
would come next. At the end of over an hour’s
interrogation the questions stopped. The old lady sat
and thought for several minutes.

“As you are, you say, very friendly with Neltitaca I
shall not prevent you from leading her on her training
with her horse, but it must be done at the time when
you yourself take your ride or after you have finished
you lessons. I am not going to let you dictate to your
tutors when and where you will have tuition. They are
busy men and have other appointments to keep. Also you
will not inject the horse or assist in the joining of
the horse to Neltitaca. You are far too young for that
and it is dangerous.

“If you were to get it wrong you could kill the horse
or the horse could kill you if he decided to kick you.
I was not going to introduce you to this method of
riding for some time yet. But, as you have seen it for
yourself I can not change that and you will possibly
learn more by talking to a novice and watching her
experience than if I came to teach you myself. As for
the old lady you saw, I do not suppose you know who she
is. Fortunately I do and I will deal with her myself.
You are not to talk to her ever again. Is that
understood?”

Lorena made a solemn vow never to talk to the old lady
she had meat that morning.

“In that case you may go and have your meal. I reckon
you must be very hungry. First come here and give me a
kiss. You do realise that I am only trying to keep you
safe, don’t you?” the ladies voice gentled some what.

Lorena stepped up to her Mother. “Yes Mother, I am
sorry to have caused you so muck sorrow.”

“That is all right, one expects it from small children,
but as you grow so you will learn to behave better and
become a fine woman and a good wife. Now off you go.”
Lorena kissed her Mother and then quickly left the
room, closing the door behind her, while her Mother
watched and thought back over her own life as a belly
rider. She was only thirty seven but had ridden many
horses on many occasions. She was just sad that now she
was unable to ride like that due to her hips being so
badly crippled. She so longed for the thrust of a good
horse inside her.

Before going to her meal, Lorena went back to the
stables to see how her new friend was, but there was
nobody there and all the horses were cleaned and fed,
so she returned to eat. The next day Lorena went for
breakfast and then as soon as she was finished she left
for the stables. Her own horse was all ready saddled
and waiting and next to it was the other horse.

Neltitaca was slung under it and strapped in place.
There was no evidence of any other person. Lorena
greeted her new friend and then walked round her horse
to check all the straps and things. Then she checked
that Nel was comfortable and secure. She noted that the
horse had already been inserted into the girl, and all
seeming well she lead the two horses out of the stable.

In the yard she mounted her own steed and then at her
guidance the two horses went out into the fields. It
was not so easy to see what was happening in the
interaction between her friend and her steed, but there
was something very satisfying about the happy groans
and other noises that rose up from between the horse’s
front legs. This was to be the routine for years to
come and the two girls became very familiar with each
other. Not just for riding but in other activities too.

They often played together and told stories to each
other and they got on really well despite the age
difference. It was after about two and a half years
that Neltitaca eventually decided to tell Lorena the
reason why she had taken to belly riding. “When I was
eleven I was like you and used to ride a lot. Because
my father does not have much land I would ride along
the tracks and paths on adjoining lands and I got to
know most of the owners and servants.

It was during the summer when I was nearly twelve that
one day my horse bolted and I was unable to control
him. My rescuer was a young man of about thirty. He
stopped my horse and then demanded payment. I offered
to take him to my father who I thought would reward him
handsomely, but he declined. He said that he wanted
payment right then and that I knew what he wanted.

I pretended to be ignorant of his wish and he pulled me
off my horse and kissed me. “Now do you know what I
mean?” he said. I knew for sour what it was he wanted
though I feigned ignorance. He then took the matter
into his own hands and had his way with me against my
will. Then he left me lying in my own blood and torn
cloths. Eventually I was able to get back on my horse.

I rode home and changed pretending that nothing had
happened. I was so ashamed of the event that I never
told anyone what had happened, in fact you are the
first that I have told. Well nothing came of my mishap
fortunately and I was able to live a normal life. Until
I was to get married that is.

My Father and Mother arranged for me to marry the son
of a wealthy land owner and all the details were
settled before I meat the man I was to wed. to my
horror I found out one week before the wedding that I
was to be joined to the man who had raped me. Now you
are ten I hope you understand all this.” Lorena
admitted that she was aware of the ways between husband
and wife, it having been explained by one of the maids
at home when she had shed her first blood a few months
before.

“Well I went to my Father and told him that I did not
want to marry the man because I did not like him and
considered him rude and uncouth, but I did not let on
that I had been raped by the same man just those few
years before. My Father flew into a rage and called me
an ungrateful girl and said that I would have to marry
him anyway because everything was settled. I had to go
through with the wedding and it was that first night
that my position here was settled. At the wedding, when
asked if I would take this man to be my lawful wedded
husband, I said, “No,” but the priest pretended not to
hear and pronounced us wed.

“I think my husband had something to do with it. That
night when we were to consummate the wedding my husband
inspected me and seeing that I was not a virgin went to
my father refusing to have me, even though I had told
him that he was the one to have done this deed to me.
My Father was livid and told my new husband that he
could sell me or I would be sent to a monastery. My
husband said I should be sent to a monastery and that
my father should pay for the journey and pay
compensation to my husband.

“He had great joy in coming back to me and telling me
that I was to go to the monastery and that now my
father would have to sell his land to cover the cost
that I had placed upon his head, which meant that my
husband would be able to by it. Apparently my husband
and his father had been trying to get that land for
many years.

“After a year or so I was able to escape from the
monastery and I ran here, because I knew I had family
here, this is also as far as I got before my money ran
out. I started to look for work and your father was
kind enough to give me a maid’s position, here in the
big house, when he heard that I was related to
Titsilini.

I have written to my Father to tell him what really
happened but that was three years ago and I have not
heard anything. I also wrote to my husband and told him
that I would rather marry a horse than a rapist like
him and this is why I ride. I am going to go back one
day and ride though the town and yell at the top of my
voice exactly what happened and show that my horse is a
better husband than he ever could be. Maybe that will
put him to shame.”

Neltitaca fell silent. They had been walking together
through the fields of stubble after the corn had been
harvested. Lorena did not know what to say. She
substituted words for actions and put her arm round
Neltitaca’s waist. The young woman reached down and
rested her hand on Lorena’s shoulder and they continued
in silence. But after a while Lorena had a burning
question.

“So is Xaltocan your Fathers name or your married
name?” she asked. “It is the name of my mother before
she married my Father, I could not bear to use the name
of my husband but if I used my Father’s name then my
husband may find me if he comes looking.” That subject
was never broached again. Months passed before any new
developments appeared.

It was on Lorena’s twelfth Birthday that her Mother
called her to her room, during the afternoon siesta.
Lorena had no idea what the reason was so she arrived
without any worries or anxiety. She arrived outside the
door to her Mother’s room and tapped lightly on the
door. She was surprised when her mother opened it for
her rather than just calling come in. Lorena walked in
and stood waiting to find out what would happen next.
Her Mother limped, with the aid of her stick over to a
comfortable sedan and sitting on it beckoned Lorena to
join her. “Well my dear, how do you feel?”

This seemed a strange beginning as Lorena knew that her
Mother was not one for beating about the bush. The
question was sufficiently wide to cause some difficulty
in forming an answer. Lorena eve burning questions that
all young ladies have, while I will try my best to
answer them for you.”

This made Lorena even more puzzled, she had never known
her Mother to be like this before. It was as though she
was trying to be friendly instead of the usual business
like ruler of the house that she was. Still the first
question was clearer now.

“I am well and I am happy most of the time. I like the
horse riding and I like my time with Neltitaca, we talk
about all sorts of things and we can share secrets. I
just feel sad when she goes away for January and
February. I miss her so much. The other thing I don’t
like very much is all the lessons that I have to do. I
find them so tiring sometimes especially if it is sunny
and warm out. I feel that I could be out with the
horses or something else instead.”

She had been pondering the furniture and pictures in
the room as she spoke. It was not often that she had
time to think about these things she saw so rarely. As
she finished speaking she looked back at her Mother
sitting beside her.

Her Mother had been watching her as she made her
response and Lorena felt a little ashamed that she had
not been looking at her Mother as she had made her
answer, She had been taught always, as a small child,
to look at the person she was addressing. Her Mother
smiled. Perhaps this will be a pleasant afternoon after
all thought Lorena.

“I am glad that you have found such a good friend in
Neltitaca, she is a nice girl and has not had such a
good life as she deserved with her upbringing. It is a
shame that she is so much older than you but I think
may be she has been able to take on parts of being your
Mother that I have not been able to. I am very grateful
to her for the friendship she has shown you. It is only
right that you should like horses, it runs in the
family and I would have been very surprised had you
not. As for the lessons, well it is something that
every young lady should learn if they are to become the
head of the house one day.

“Your Father looks after the business side of the
Hacienda, with the growing of coffee and corn, and I
look after the running of the house. I control all the
accounts and the spending of money the staff all come
to me to find out what is to be done, when and how. As
your Father and I have only you as a child this
responsibility will fall to you when I die, and your
husband will run the Hacienda. So you see what you are
learning is very important for your future welfare.”
Lorena took this all in as it was given to her and then
thought about the statement.

“You and Father are not going to die yet are you?” she
asked some what apprehensive that everything may
suddenly fall on her shoulders very soon.

“No darling, not for a long time yet, your Father and I
have many good years ahead of us. I shall start to let
you take little bits off my hand gradually as you get
older. It is not very difficult, or I could not manage
with these legs, they pain me more as I grow older.”
Lorena saw a perfect opportunity to ask something she
had often wondered about.

“Mother, how did you hurt your leg?”

“That my dear happened a long time ago, before you were
born. I had been riding to see a friend, up in the
hills. I had spent rather a long time there and was
late returning home to my new husband. We had only been
married for a few weeks, your Father and I. I was
galloping back along the muddy lanes and came face to
face with a car. We didn’t have many of those things
then and the horse had never seen one. He took fright
and bolted, I was thrown and left lying in the lane
with a broken collar and fractured hip.

“Nobody knew what had happened until the horse turned
up home without me. This was seven hours later and it
was dark. I was not found for three days by which time
the bones were starting to knit. The doctor was not
very good and though he reset the brake he did not do a
good job and I have limped ever since. It used not to
hurt but just lately it has swollen and been causing me
pain.

“The accident stopped me doing all the things that I
used to love, now all I can do is run the house and do
things like knitting and reading. We were so glad when
you came along and we found out that I could still have
children. But there were complications with your little
brother and he died, and I never had another child.”

“What are complications, I thought it was like sums
when they are difficult?”

“It is just what they call it when things don’t go the
way they should when you give birth to a child. Some
times the doctor can fix the problem and sometimes he
can’t. With Jullio the doctor could not fix it.”

“Why are you telling me these things Mother?” “It is
because you are getting old enough to understand, you
need to know and I will not be able to tell you these
things later because you will be too busy looking after
the house for me. So what else would you like to know?”

“Can you tell me about riding underneath horses?”
Lorena was not sure she should have asked that question
but was pleasantly surprised when her Mother agreed.

“Yes my dear, it is one of the things that you need to
know, that I would not entrust to any other person. It
started many years ago when an important land owner
refused to go to his wife. He had found another girl
and was secretly making love to her. The wife found out
and accused him of adultery. The man did not care what
the wife said and ignored her.

She, far from embarrassed by the man’s infidelity,
asked all her friends what she should do, and they all
told her to take a lover. The wife did not want to have
another man as she felt that it would make her as bad
as her husband, so she chose a horse from the stables.
She had arranged a few bales of straw to lie on and
then led the horse in to the area and made love to him.
It was while she was coupled to the horse that her
husband came in and seeing her was furious.

He had some strong rope with him and he bound the woman
to the horse while they were still joined and then led
them through the streets to show everybody what a bad
wife she was. Well all the women who saw this already
knew that it was the husband that had been unfaithful
so they all joined together and the next day they rode,
tied under their horse, up to the husbands work place.

Once there, they all cried out how bad the man was for
being unfaithful to his wife and making her seek an
alternative lover. They shamed the man so much that he
ran away leaving the wife everything. She was so happy
to be rid of him, after he had tied her under the
horse, that from then on every year at carnival she
would ride through the streets of the town while
coupled to her favourite horse.

Many of the other women in the town followed suit,
especially if their husbands were found to be
unfaithful. Now it is done by many women whether their
husbands are faithful or not and whether they are
married or not. I did it before I was married and so
did my Mother. Your Father’s Mother also rode and so
has your aunt Elizabet Gloria Marria. In fact your aunt
still does even now. She never married and so she
enjoys a horse more often than most. She went to Mardi
Gras in Rio on two occasions as a belly rider.”

“Will you teach me to belly ride? I would like to
learn. Then Neltitaca and I could ride together.”
Lorena looked at her Mother hopefully.

“I will tell you how to start training, but you will
have to be shown the main part of the skill by someone
else. My leg makes it far to difficult for me to get
down to the stables and walk a horse for hours. First
though you will have to have a horse because you will
never complete the learning on a mare like you have
now.

“You must tell Rodrigues to mate your mare to Korrtona,
the big black stallion and with any luck you will have
a fine male foal to train next spring. I would be
surprised if you did not have a male foal as Korrtona
has only ever sired males in his fourteen years with
us. The new animal will be ready for you to ride come
your sixteenth Birthday.”

Lorena received much more instruction and many subjects
were covered in the next few hours. They talked long
into the night only separating for bed when everyone
else was asleep already. The next day Lorena was up
later than usual, but this did not prevent her from
going on her usual morning ride.

It being late January and the time for carnival
Neltitaca was not there to go with her so she shortened
the ride so as not to be late for her lessons. When she
returned to the stables with her horse she found
Rodrigues grooming one of the other mares. She went up
to him and quietly told him what her mother had said
the day before about mating her horse with Korrtona.

“I know all about that young lady.” He said. “I got my
instructions first thing this morning. You will find
the stall next to Korrtona empty. You put you horse in
there and I will see to her directly. She will have too
have special feed to make her foal extra strong so I
will take special care of her from now on. It’s a bit
late in the year to mate her but if she takes, then the
foal will be dropped in the late spring. November or
early December I would say. I will let you know when I
am going to join them so you can help me.”

Lorena was so pleased that she was to help in the
process. She took her mare to the required stall and
then after watering her and giving her a quick rub down
she went off to her classes.

-=*=-

About a week later when she went to collect her horse
for the morning ride, the horse was not there. Lorena
looked around but could not find her. Soon Rodrigues
appeared and told her to get some work clothes on as
today was the day.

Lorena ran indoors and changed, then ran out to the
corral. Her horse was tied between two short fences so
that she could not move sideways. Korrtona was in the
next paddock taking a great interest in the mare, who
had raised her tail and was trying to get free in order
to go to the big stallion. Lorena walked over to her
mare and comforted her.

A moment later Rodrigues walked over to her. “You know
what to do don’t you? You have seen it often enough.
Are you sure you will be all right because I will not
be able to help you? I will be too busy at the other
end. Just keep her calm and stay to one side.” Lorena
said she would be fine and the man went over to open
the gate to Korrtona’s paddock.

The stallion whinnied loudly and cantered into the
corral. He ran round the area by the fence, making lots
of noise and swiftly changing direction as though he
was taking part in a wild dance. The mare whinnied back
and held her tail high waving it about like a flag. The
stallion needed no additional invitation. He ran up to
her and then as though inspecting her he walked round
the place where she was tied. When he reached her back
he sniffed closely at her hind quarters.

He looked away briefly making a strange face, mouth
open and lips curled back. Then he returned his nose to
her rump and sniffed again. The strange face was
repeated and then instead of taking a third sniff, he
butted his head against her. This was it. Lorena wished
that she was more to the side of her horse so she could
see better but she had the responsibility of keeping
the mare calm. The mare seemed to be quite eager as the
stallion mounted her.

Ten minutes and it was done. Korrtona slipped off the
mare and snorting trotted round the fence that held the
other horse. They greeted each other with loud snorts
and whinnies, while Rodrigues and Lorena untied the
mare. Then the two horses were herded into the paddock
together.

“They will probably mate again before the day is out
but if it goes wrong at least the first was right,”
said Rodrigues. “I will see you in the morning young
lady.” And he marched off to the stables. Lorena stayed
to watch the horses as they trotted round the paddock
together playing chase and biting games. Those two
horses were obviously in love.

The following spring the foal was dropped. It seemed to
Lorena that the whole town had come to watch, but she
had a front stage seat. The foal was strong and was
able to stand within ten minutes of birth. Rodrigues
walked over and stood on the other side of the fence
from Lorena and her Mother.

“He is a fine strong lad and should serve you well and
for many years. What do you want to call him?” Lorena
looked closely at the new comer. He was mainly black
but had white patches down his spine and on his
forehead.

“I want to call him `Via Lactia’ (Milky Way in Spanish)
because of the stars all down his back. I like him, can
I come in and stroke him?”

“Wait until tomorrow and bring a small titbit,
something soft and sweet for him. Cook will know what.
Do that once or twice a week and he will grow to love
you as much as he loves his mother’s milk.”

The people gradually left until only Lorena, her Mother
and Titsilini were present and still interested in the
newest member of the community. They all three watched
the foal as he staggered and wobbled. It was not long
before he was steady enough to have his first feed and
as he did his Mother licked him bonding to her new son.
Three months later training started.

Lorena’s Mother called her up to her room again one
afternoon in the summer, “The first thing we have to do
is to train your foal to walk in such a way that his
hooves will never touch you while you are riding him
and to make sure that you do not get chaffed from his
legs. This will take as long as it takes him to reach
full growth when he is nearly three or four. Then we
will teach you to ride him and keep control and finally
how to join with him as a belly rider. I will help you
train the foal to walk, after that your aunt will have
the reins so to speak.” Again they talked for many
hours and Lorena asked many questions all of which were
answered in a direct manor.

The training started with a small bolster of about
fifteen centimetres diameter being suspended between
the foal’s forelegs. Lorena had to make the bolster
from old drapes stuffed with any old material that she
could lay her hands on. It was designed to make the
animal walk with its forelegs slightly apart so that in
later life when he had a rider suspended under him he
would not bash the rider’s head with his legs and
hooves.

At first the pony was most up set with the new addition
to his harness but after an hour or two of trying to
dislodge the hindrance, with some ineffective aid from
his mother, he decided to get on with his life as best
he could and by the next day he was scampering about as
before. The bolster was sufficiently soft so as not to
injure the animal but firm enough to be a problem if he
forgot to avoid it during his capers.

To begin with, Via, as the new member of the stables
came to be known, only had to carry the bolster for
about four or five hours each day. As the foal grew so
the diameter of the bolster was increased to match so
that by the time he was fully grown there would be
ample room for Lorena’s head to fit between the horse’s
legs. As the bolster was increased in size so to it was
made heavier until by the time the now young horse was
a year old he was carrying about thirty five kilograms
and the length of time that he carried it had increased
to twenty four hours per day with a day off once a
week.

While the horse had been practising walking with a
bundle slung under his belly, Lorena had been making a
riding sling. With her mothers help, and several old
and in some cases tatty, well used examples to go on,
she had combined newly tanned hides and freshly made
quilts into a workable system of straps, supports and
strengthening pieces.

These would all have to be combined to make the desired
end result once Via had reach his full grown height.
The harness not only had to be comfortable for the
horse but also for Lorena if she was to spend the three
days of Mardi Gras in its confines. Lorena was getting
very excited as time went by. The training could not
progress fast enough for her. She eagerly awaited the
day when she would climb into the harness for the first
time. However, Via continued to grow and the training
continued and all looked very promising.

Shortly after Lorena’s fifteenth Birthday, disaster
struck. Lorena was out with Neltitaca, on one of their
regular rides. Lorena was astride her new horse Via,
now a strong two year old and Neltitaca was on the big
black stallion Korrtona. They had been quite far and
eaten a picnic for lunch as Lorena had not had lessons
to go to and Nel had had a day off, it being a national
holiday. Nel had been saying how she would love to
belly ride with Korrtona, he being such a big horse in
all dimensions.

Lorena had felt a little envious of her friend who had
so many years experience riding like that, where as she
still had not lost her virginity, let alone had a
horse. The conversation had gone along the lines of all
the joy and learning that Lorena still had to sample,
where as Nel had done it all and was now finding it
hard to find anything new to try.

Many things had been said and they were both content
with their day and their friendship. As they returned
home in the afternoon and came into view of the
hacienda they saw a large cloud of black smoke rising
from the main building. They looked at each other and
then spurred their horse to a gallop. Both animals were
reasonably fresh, neither of them having been exerted
to strenuous exercise at all that day. It took then
nearly an hour to reach the home that they both loved
so much, as they had still some kilometres to go.

When they arrived they were met by Rodrigues and
Titsilini. They were lead through to the house, leaving
their horse in a field away from the smoke. Titsilini
was in tears, unable to say anything, so it was up to
Rodrigues to break the news to them.

“I don’t know how the fire actually started.” He said
as they walked along. “But it was first reported in the
kitchen. The alarm was rung and everybody evacuated as
quickly as they could. Unfortunately your Mother got
trapped upstairs, her bad leg and so on. Your Father
went back in to get her but he never came out again.
That was two hours ago. I am afraid that I don’t hold
much hope for either of them, though it is still
possible maybe.” He finished, trying to put a lighter
aspect to the news.

Lorena knew instantly that both her Mother and Father
were dead and now she was the head of the house, what
was left of it. As she walked along she thought about
all the things that she should do, but where to start.
Eventually she turned to Rodrigues for answers. “What
has been done so far?” she asked.

“Well I have set all the men on pumping water and those
of the women who are strong enough to carry buckets.
The others I set to moving all the animals to safe
places well away from here and when they returned I set
them to rescuing anything in any building that could be
reached without endangering life. But the weather has
been kind to us as the wind has blown all the smoke and
sparks away from the other buildings. So it is only the
main house that has burned. Very lucky that it did not
go right round the complex.”

As they arrived in the yard Lorena could see the extent
of the fire. The whole building was gutted except a
small part of the ground floor furthest away from the
kitchens. There was no hope for anybody who had not
been able to exit the fire at the beginning. Most of
the fire was out now with just a few patches still
smouldering with small flames, where the fire had been
hottest, but smoke still billowed up from most of the
wreckage. The men were still pouring in the water as
fast as they could and so it would not be long before
even the smoke was gone and the house was left as a
pile of charred, wet timbers. Rodrigues looked stunned.

“Oh holy Mary, it was not nearly as bad as this when I
last had time to look at the situation. Its all gone.”
His expression said it all. Stunned disbelief at such
devastation. He almost broke down and cried only just
managing to retain his composure. Lorena however seemed
to be quite detached from what she saw. She felt like
it was a dream and therefore it was not real. She would
do her best to help those in the dream with her but was
sure that in the morning when she awoke it would all be
back to normal. She studied the situation for a few
moments and then started to give orders. There were a
number of people from the village who had probably come
initially to watch the spectacle but had ended up being
roped in to work.

“Rodrigues, set the ladies to finding what we have in
the store house and see if it is enough to cover the
staff. We will need blankets and food for every one and
probably food for many of the village folk if this
carries on into the hours of darkness. If there is
anything that we are short of for tonight then send
some of the men from the village to see if they can
drum up enough to cover the short fall. Whatever we
borrow, I will want written down in a list, of who lent
it and a description of the items, so that they can be
returned to their rightful owners. A couple of the
ladies should go to round up the horse from all the
locations that they are at present so that they to can
be fed and watered.

“Nel’s and my horses should be seen to first as they
have been ridden hard and need to be rubbed down before
they catch a cold of something worse. Then when the
women are finished with the store room, I want
everything we have to be distributed to those that will
be here for the night and places allocated for each
person to sleep. When the smoke has died down I want
all the able bodied men to start sifting through the
wreckage to see what can be salvaged.”

The string of orders came hard and fast. Both Nell and
Rodrigues were amazed at the way Lorena took on the
task of being in charge. The orders were passed on and
the work of recovering from the trauma began in
earnest. Everybody seemed to set to as they received
new tasks to do and most of the folk worked well into
the hours of darkness.

Eventually jobs were completed and Lorena was unable to
think of any further things to pass on in the way of
new work. The villagers trickled of to their houses and
the staff of the ruined hacienda slowly settled down to
their make shift beds, strewn around the complex in
which ever buildings afforded some space. Lorena
however did not go to bed until much later. She sat on
a low wall watching the last wisps of smoke rise into
the darkness until the sleep in her head made her nod
off. She awoke with a start as she nearly fell from her
perch. She got up and going to find a spare place in
the stables she ended by lying down in the stall with
her young horse, who had ridden so hard that afternoon.

The morning dawned grey and uninviting but it soon
cleared up and by nine was sunny and bright. This did
not match the way the residents of the now charred
hacienda felt. After an almost sleepless night, Lorena
was one of the first to rise. She knew that the hard
task of clearing up had to continue and then money not
with standing, she would have to arrange the rebuilding
of her newly gained responsibility. There were those
she knew she could count on to help but many, unless
things were seen to progress at a good rate, would
drift away in search of better positions.

The first thing she set was cook details. It had turned
out that the normal cook for the complex had also died
in the conflagration along with two kitchen maids and a
young boy who was one of the maid’s sons. She dreaded
to think of the deaths but knew it would have to be
seen to. Bodies may be found in the wreckage and
condolences would have to be sent even if they weren’t.
then she set shifts for clearing the rubbish and
collecting anything that was salvageable. The rest were
set to every day tasks that had to continue. Care for
the animals and the general running of the plantations.
Working all this out took several hours and it was not
until after the midday meal, a sad affair by comparison
with the usual victuals.

Once everybody was engaged with some chore or other,
Lorena mounted her horse and rode down too the village
to look for a builder. Though her father had known a
good man for repairs and small tasks, the job that was
now needed was somewhat bigger and would have to be
surveyed and quoted for. This took her long into the
evening. Time passed by and after three months things
were looking up. For one thing all the staff had
remained on her pay role. Another thing was that the
new building was under way and actually looked like a
house although there was no roof and very little of the
interior was even started. All the regular things
required to run the plantations were going smoothly and
there were many helping hands for all the little jobs
that needed to be done.

There had been times of joy and sadness. Joy had come
when her aunt had turned up at the sight and had
started to help organise the arrangements that Lorena
had over looked. Her presence also meant that Lorena
could go back to training her horse for the belly
riding that she so wanted to do, when she had time
which was not often.

The sadness was when they only found two bodies out of
the six who had perished and neither could be
recognised. To prevent quarrels over who should have
the bones Lorena ordered six coffins and had the bones
distributed between them. Then bags of sand were added
to make up a weight so that the coffins would seem to
have a body in. this was enough to satisfy most of the
relations. The other sad thing was that the old lady,
who had instructed her to inject the horse for
Neltitaca all those years ago, came by soon after the
fire.

She came full of joy and unkind remarks, as though she
was happy to see the house in ruins and the former
owners burned to death in its flames. She tried to push
herself into being friends with some of the staff,
encouraging them to leave with her. But Lorena saw the
way of her intent and banished her telling her never to
return. It upset her knowing that she had to break a
promise to her mother, in order to banish the woman.

As things became more and more organised, Lorena was
able to go back to the regular training of her horse
and to her regular morning rides with Neltitaca. It was
on one of these rides with Nel strapped to her horse
that Lorena eventually broke down and cried for the
loss of her parents and home. When they returned to the
now nearly finished home, Lorena cuddled up to her best
friend, despite the fact that the other girl was still
joined to her horse. The comfort that was needed was
freely and happily given.

Everything was finished by the time Lorena’s sixteenth
Birthday arrived, and there was a major celebration for
Lorena and her new hacienda. That day three people
proposed marriage to the very eligible young land
owner.

Chapter 4

The celebrations had been the best she had attended for
many years. The fact that they were dedicated to her,
for her sixteenth Birthday made them doubly special.
She could select a husband from the many fine young men
who asked for her hand and all the attention filled
Lorena with a strong sense of pride. But she was a land
owner and who she married would have to be considered
very carefully, for the benefit of her and her
employees. She was not going to rush into an agreement
of matrimony. There were many who came forward to make
themselves known without actually making a proposition,
but Lorena knew that all the young men were eyeing her
up with a view to acquiring her lands, and her body.
However she was only sixteen and so time, at present
was on her side.

She spent the time dancing, exchanging jokes and
conversation with the others who were in attendance,
and generally the evening went without a hitch. There
was of course a fight or two between folk who had had
too much tequila, and could no longer distinguish
between a compliment and an insult, but there were
enough sober people to stop these conflicts in their
tracks.

The music was fast and happy, the food was tasty and
plentiful, most people were enjoying themselves when
Lorena finally called it a night, during the small
hours, which were no longer quite so small. She slipped
away without saying good night to anyone, hopefully
they would all just keep dancing and singing, and not
notice her departure. However there was one. There is
always one who will not leave you alone and eventually
they end up making themselves despised. There was just
such a man at this occasion.

He had asked her several times to dance with him, and
though he was not a bad dancer he had tended to take
liberties with the way he had held her. Placing his
hand on her bottom and touching her breast on one
occasion, had made these times on the floor, more of a
battle than pleasant interlude. She was pleased that
she would not have to duel with him again that night,
or so she thought.

She slipped into the house, newly completed and looking
just as she had wished when she and the designer had
set out the plans. Crossing the hall to the wide
stairway she set foot on the bottom tread. She was
tired and so advanced slowly up and did not hear the
door open again behind her. Lorena was about half way
up the stair when the man’s gruff voice stopped her in
her tracks.

She turned slowly and eyed him with scorn. He was still
at the bottom of the staircase looking up at her with a
glint of cunning in his eye, or it would have been if
he had not been so very drunk.

“You will miss the party if you come in here.” Lorena
said down at him.

“Not the party I’m thinking of my lovely, why don’t you
show me your nice new bed and we can try it together.”
Lorena thanked god that she had not had much to drink
and still had her wits about her.

“I don’t think that is a good idea, you probably snore
and that would keep me awake.” There was a hope in her
mind that maybe this boor would just get the message
and leave, but ultimately she realised that he would
not, unless she made him leave.

“I don’t think I want to sleep, the night is too pretty
for that. Why don’t we just spend some time together,
just you and me, in your room testing the furniture?”
he lurched up a step, holding onto the banister for
support.

“I don’t think that is a good idea,” replied Lorena.
“You are too drunk to get out of the house if it burns
down again and I would not like to have your life on my
conscience if you were to get court in the flames.”

“There is not going to be any fire in this house, it is
built too strong. Come on what do you say to a little
chat in your room, just the two of us, no one else need
know?” Lorena noticed that he had a bottle in his hand
as he lurched up two more steps. He took a drink but
the effort did not make him unstable. He still had a
long way to go before he went down in a drunken stupor.
Lorena realised that she would have to tackle him
herself or scream for help. The party was too noisy for
a scream, she would have to come up with her own plan
and hope that it worked. Her admirer took two more
steps and rested again looking at her as if appraising
the fitness of a new horse that he had just bought.
Lorena turned and climbed the rest of the stairs and
then turned again to look back at her assailant.

“If you want to see my room you had better hurry, I am
not going to wait all night.” The man whose name she
could not think of at that moment produced a big grin
all over his face and started up the rest of the stair.

“That’s my girl, I knew you wanted me all along. Just
trying to play me like a fish you were, with all that
dancing with other men. Playing the field to see if
there was a better catch, but I knew you would choose
me, Ha, ha, ha.” Pulling himself up by the banister as
he spoke he had nearly reached the top. Four steps
down, he stopped and took another drink from the
bottle. It was still three quarters full. Shame to
spill all that, thought Lorena. The foe stepped up
another step, rested and then climbed another.

“Mighty fine of you to wait for me like this,” he said
as he advanced. “You and I are going….” he never saw
the foot that flew out and kicked him under the chin.
His head had been at the level of Lorena’s stomach and
just the right distance for a good contact. Lorena was
sad that she only had thin dancing shoes on and not her
riding boots, but the fall would contribute to the
effect. The impact bruised her toe but she did not
notice until she went to step on it. she had great
satisfaction watching the poor man tumble down her new
stairs and end up as a heap at the bottom.

Should she go to check on him? Was he still breathing?
Would he get up in a minute and come after her? He
didn’t move. Lorena started down the stairs and the
pain shot through her toe. She grabbed the railing just
in time and prevented herself from following her
victim. Was it broken? She tested her weight in the
offending foot and found that it was his shoulders. She
thought that was very funny as she admired her handy
work.

It was as well she had decided against his advances,
his genitals were too small even for a prairie dog. He
would not be her stallion. She laughed at her little
joke as she climbed slowly to her room. Once in she
locked the door behind her and went for a comfortable
sleep in her own bed, alone. What would the rest of the
house hold make of his strange predicament?

The dawn broke quietly and Lorena was soon up and
dressed. She went down to find her adversary still
asleep, tied just as she had left him. Her foot only
ached a little bit, nothing to worry about and the
vagabond was obviously going to sleep for some time to
come. Should she let him go? No leave it until he woke
then get him to promise to leave her alone as she did
not like his countenance. She scribbled a quick note to
the staff to leave him as he was, and then went to the
stables to collect her horse.

Via was already saddled and waiting. Nel’s horse was
also rigged with her sling. Lorena stood and petted her
horse gently while she waited for Nel to appear, and
wondered when she herself would be starting her proper
first belly rid. Via was full grown now and had a good
wide spread in his forelegs. Lorena had finished making
her own sling and had tried it on Via but had not yet
ridden naked in it. Soon she hoped, as Nel appeared.

The girl was carrying a syringe containing the now
familiar green liquid. Could Lorena still call Nel a
girl? She was twenty six years old now, a grown woman
and beginning to show her age with one or two thin
lines around the mouth and eyes. Lorena herself was a
woman now if she could entertain propositions of
marriage. Yes it was true, they were both women now and
all childhood things would have to be relinquished to
those who were still of that age. Not for her any more.
As of the previous day, she was no longer a child.

A few moments later Lorena’s Aunt walked in and
appraised the situation.

“Now Lorena it is time to take on the adult side of
your training. There is no reason for you not to know
every aspect of what is involved in this style of
riding, so from now on you will assist Neltitaca in her
ride and she has consented to help you as you
progress.” Lorena was instructed in the art of
injecting the horse as she had once done before, and
then as the penis swelled to its full size she guided
it into the waiting vagina of her best and closest
friend.

It no longer amazed Lorena that such a huge piece of
flesh could be inserted into the lower depths of the
female human body. It only gave her a strong tingling
feeling of excitement in her own loins. A feeling of
longing and need that she knew would soon be relieved
by her own body being pierced by her own loving
stallion. The sense of anticipation was exciting to her
keen mind. How long would it be before she too rode in
this fashion? There was of course the natural barrier
that had to be broken. How would it be achieved?
Lorena’s emotions were mixed up with longing and a
little fear as she led the horses out to the yard.
Mounting her own horse she and Neltitaca rode out
together. Two girls, two different styles of riding.

Neltitaca took command of her own horse to begin with.
They rode slowly through the fields until Nel passed
through her first orgasm of the day. At this point
Lorena had to take the lead and move both horses on.
She was very familiar with the appearance of her friend
impaled on the thick horse meat, but she still loved to
watch the thrust and parry of the two bodies as they
interacted together. The rhythmic swing of the lady in
the harness rocking in time to the step of the horse.
The sliding of the penis, in and out of the wet vagina.
There was not a lot of motion there but it showed and
even after all this time Lorena could not take her eyes
off the action.

For the past two years, at least, Lorena had returned
to her home, after watching her friend Nel saddled in
this way, and had to change out of wet under garments
due to the effect of the erotic view. She had even had
orgasms of her own while riding and watching her friend
get thoroughly impaled. Today was no different, but she
would not get an opportunity to change at the end of
the ride.

They were gone for about two hours. Walking their
horses the whole way, chatting in between Nel’s
orgasms. Lorena tried to hold off from her own ecstatic
responses to the ride, but failed miserably. Even Nel
knew that Lorena had succumbed to the sexual pleasure.
They returned to the stables and found Lorena’s Aunt
waiting for them. She was a middle aged woman, still
attractive and without the worry lines that married
life seemed to bring to women. Tall at one metre eighty
she stood several centimetres over both Nel and Lorena,
Nel being the shortest of the three.

Lorena was surprised to see her Aunt Elizabet but made
no comment. She admired her Aunt for her ability to
take stock of any situation and put things in motion to
set things straight. Doubtless something needed to be
organised, Lorena had no idea it was herself that would
be the subject of the change this time. Lorena followed
the older woman to the house admiring her long hare as
she went. There was no spare flesh on this lady and
there was still a lot of girlish swagger in the hips as
she stepped out. This was a pretty woman and Lorena
hoped to look that good when she was forty plus. They
walked into the house and Elizabet lead the way to her
room. They entered and closed the door behind them.

“The time has come for you to take to your horse. Via
is a fine beast and will serve you well for many years,
but he can not serve if you are not opened to him.”
There was no beating about the bush here. Everything
was stated as it was, not as a story that eventually
had a punch line.

“There are two ways to make yourself available to him.
One is to take a man and marry and have to live with a
husband dictating your every move or you can do it
yourself, which requires more courage. I took
preference of the second option and have never known a
man. I can not tell you what it would be like to live
with a man, and I can not advise you as to which man
would be good for you. I have seen many men beat their
wives and I have seen many wives beat their husbands.
You will never have to live with either if you do what
I did and open yourself, but you have to have the
strength to go through with the pain from your own
hand, which may be harder.”

Lorena looked her Aunt squarely and made her choice.
There was of course a third option, the man down stares
would gladly have helped her, but she did not fancy the
thought of his groping hands. She would do it herself.

The die was cast and Lorena was instructed on how to do
it. The older lady went to a dresser and extracted from
one of the draws a long cylindrical thing. Lorena could
not see what it was at first but soon all was revealed.
It was a wooden phallus, about forty five centimetres
long and five centimetres thick. It had a penis shaped
head that was a good centimetre thicker than the rest
of the shaft and at the other end there was what
appeared to be a hand grip.

The whole thing was immaculately carved with the shapes
of the vanes and foreskin showing. It even had the
little split in the head where a man peed. It was of a
dark red wood, highly polished and very smooth to the
touch. It was handed to Lorena to feel and explore. She
caressed it lovingly and wondered if she had the
strength to use it. she knew where it had to go and how
it all fitted but she had been told that the pain was
extreme the first time. Would she manage on her own?
She expressed her doubt and received reassurance from
the older woman.

“Come follow me, there is no time like the present and
then you can have your first true ride tomorrow.”
Elizabit waltzed out of the room with Lorena close
behind.

“I bought this from a trader who I saw at market one
year when I was about fifteen. I had been sent by my
Mother to buy groceries and as I had a little money of
my own I was looking for some thing to keep me amused.
The indian had come from one of the Amazonian tribes
and he was looking to trade for tools that he needed.
He would not take money so I had to go and get what he
wanted in order to get what I had taken a fancy to. I
took a liking to this as soon as I saw it.

“The indian said that it would bring me luck in
marriage and I would never have to worry about my man.
He was right, I have never had to worry about any man.
He had a number of other things like rattles and small
trinkets, a man’s hat and a few things that natives of
the forest use to cover themselves, but it was this
that really caught my eye. He wanted a large machete in
exchange so I duly went and got one.

“It took all of my money to get the type of blade that
he had requested which had to be of fine steel. When I
went back to see him with my exchange item he took it
from me and cut a lock of his hair with it. Then he
handed me what I wanted, packed up all his things and
left, I never saw him again. Though I asked about him,
nobody seemed to have noticed him, then or at any other
time. Anyway this is what I received from him and it
has served me well. Now I pass it on to you and bless
your use of it. It will bring you good luck with men,
and when it is time pass it on to another. One who you
love and trust.” The phallus was passed to Lorena who
took it, feeling a little strange as she received it.

They had walked down to the hall and Lorena observed
the man from the previous evening. He was awake now and
moaning, still trussed up, obviously there was a storm
in his head from the night’s drinking. He had also
relieved himself on the stone floor. Lorena and her
Aunt took no notice and walked by him on their way out
to the Yard.

The man’s eyes followed Lorena as she passed him and as
they were about to walk out he made a wining request to
be released, all to no avail. Elizabet marched out to
the centre of the court yard and stopped. Lorena
stopped too, not knowing what to expect next.

“You are the lady of this hacienda. The undisputed
owner of the house and lands. There is no person who
has sway over your life here. It is a very privileged
position, one that very few women ever have. If you
wish too keep it this way you must demonstrate the fact
that you will have no man as master. If you fail in
this you will be married by the end of your seventeenth
year.

“If you succeed you will be able to choose in your own
time. You must open yourself here and now for all to
see. This is the only way to stave of the swarm of men
who vie for your land. There may not seem to be any who
watch at this time but many will see and all will know
by the night.” Lorena was shocked at what she was
expected to do. She turned bright red and the heat
filled her head.

“I have to do it here, now, in full view? I….” She
stammered but could not get any more words out, such
was her shock.

“Don’t fluster now girl,” said her Aunt. It is this or
be under another’s rule. There is no point in hiding to
do this. No body will know and you will still be
pursued until you relent and accept a man to be your
better. You must strip and act quickly, that is the
only way.” Lorena stood still looking at her Aunt. She
could see the sincerity of the woman’s beliefs and came
to realise that it was true. She would be pursued until
some man gained access to her land and body, then she
would be subservient to that man. This was not what she
wanted.

For two years she had been her own boss. She had even
learned her father’s side of the running of the
hacienda, with the help of her trusted staff. This was
good for her but it was also good for her staff. They
would know that she would run things here as long as
she chose to and only when she found the right person
would she let them take over, as man of the estate.

“Before I do this, there is one other thing I must do
to ensure my message gets round.” She went into the
stables and came back with a whip and then went back
into the house. She stood in the door way and looked
down at the bound excuse for a man who she had silenced
the night before. He started to plead with her to let
him free, but she cut his wines short.

“I will let you free and you will carry a message for
me. If you try to touch me I will let you feel this.”
She said holding the long strand of the whip in front
of him. Then she stepped forward and cut his legs free,
followed quickly by the release of the bindings on his
arms. His legs crashed to the floor and he cried out as
the pain shot into his heels. Then Lorena threw his
trousers into the puddle of urine that he had made. He
watched them approach him and then his face fell as he
realised they would have to be cleaned before he could
ware them again.

“When you have cleaned that mess up you may come out to
receive the message. I hope you are sufficiently
ashamed of your behaviour last night” The voice was
calm and strong. There was no doubt that what she said
would have to be done. Then she shouted for one of her
male staff. “Pascoe.”

The man came running and gave a little bow as he
arrived in front of her. He was instructed to see that
Lorena’s victim, who still sat in his own urine,
cleaned every trace of the offending substance away,
before being permitted to exit the building. Pascoe was
a strong looking Spanish, indian mix and Lorena felt
sure that he would see that the work was done
completely. She turned and left them to the job. Once
back in the centre of the yard she spoke to her Aunt.

“I will have an audience to carry the message and I am
sure that it will reach every villager here.” She
handed the whip and the wooden phallus to the older
woman. “Would you hold these for me while I prepare
myself please?”

The two items were accepted without comment and Lorena
started to remove her cloths. Her tank top, her blouse,
skirt, boots, and finally underwear. Each item of
clothing was laid out on the ground in a neat
arrangement ready for easy retrieval later. Her panties
were still damp from her earlier orgasms on horseback.
She had never been naked in public before and the
sensation filled Lorena with a slight sense of guilt
that she should be exposing her body to all, but at the
same time it was exhilarating and she felt free. She
knew she would go naked again and often even if only at
night.

With everything arranged as she wanted it, she turned
back to her Aunt and accepted the whip and phallus
back. She had been thinking hard about how she should
go ahead with this ceremony and had not found any plan
that satisfied her. She would take it as it came. She
hung the whip over her right shoulder, with the handle
between her breasts. She had only collected it so she
would have some form of protection in the event that
she was attacked. It gave her some sort of mental boost
to know it was to hand. Then she stood in the middle of
the yard with her legs about fifty centimetres apart,
facing the door to the home she had had built. Ten
minutes later her assailant and his guard came on to
the porch.

Lorena knew that this was her moment. Holding the
phallus in both hands she raised it above her head and
showed it to all who could see. By now there were
several people who had come out of the buildings to
watch. A silent prayer passed Lorena’s lips. She
adjusted her hold on the phallus so that both hands
were on the handle. She lowered it and bending forward,
placed the head of the wooden monster between her legs.
Her pussy was wet and her juice dripped to the ground
in anticipation. Slowly she raised the head of the
implement so that it touched her vaginal opening. She
turned the shaft round so that the whole head shape
would receive a coating of her love juice. Angling her
hands and the stick so it pointed up to her womb, she
suddenly thrust up, impaling her body on the end of the
phallus. It split her flesh and a stab of pain entered
her stomach. It hurt but was bearable. She would not
faint.

The head of the phallus was hidden by her body but the
rest of the stick was still exposed. Something sticky
ran on to her fingers as she thrust upwards again. This
time a length of the shaft slid into her body. There
was no additional pain, for which she was grateful.
Lorena felt as though she had accepted at least thirty
centimetres but when she looked she could still see
more than half of the tool protruding from her body.
One final thrust maybe. Her pussy lips felt dry and she
could see blood. Her mouth was dry and she was feeling
a little disorientated. She clenched her muscles and
pulled up on the handle of the piece of wood.

It slid in slowly, but it slid in. At last she felt
something get moved inside her stomach. There was a new
pain that stabbed her lower abdomen. Had the rod gone
in as deep as it could? She tried again. There was the
same pain again, it was not bad in fact she could grow
to like it. She decided that the phallus was in as far
is it would go. It was a solid unbending shaft. It
yielded to nothing, perhaps flesh was easier. Lorena
let go of the phallus and stood up strait, leaving it
still inside her body. She felt the pressure ease in
the depths of her vagina and realised that it would
probably go in further now as her body was straight
like the phallus. She did not try. She looked at her
hands. There was blood on her fingers.

The job was done. It felt strange to have such a large
item inside her body where nothing had ever been
before. It was tight and stretched the walls of her
vagina. Too tight to slip out she decided. She looked
around her, maybe fifteen people were standing round
watching. Some smiled some seemed serious. Her Aunt was
smiling, the man she had tied up looked as though he
had been robbed of all his money. Lorena realised that
he had really wanted her and now knew he would not have
her. An idea came into her head of how she could rub it
in.

She walked over to the man remembering that his name
was Ferdinand. The shaft of the tool rubbed between her
legs as she walked. Bending over in front of him she
grasped the phallus and in one swift motion, pulled it
out and held it above her head. It felt like fire in
her body as it tugged on her skin but she stood
straight defying the pain. She looked at the bloody
thing. The stain covered a little under half the
length. She was proud to have accommodated that much
and smiled. Then she made her proclamation.

“I declare that I shall take no man until I deem the
time is right. Until that time, this is my master.”
Putting her hands down she spoke to her would be
suitor.

“Well Ferdinand, your message is to report to the
village what you have seen here today. You may go now.”
He was crest fallen. He bowed slightly to her and
clutching his wet trousers he shuffled away. He looked
back several times before he passed through the gate as
though he was getting a last look at something he would
never see again. He was not a poor man and had some
influence in the village but she did not want him. The
right man would come along one day and Lorena felt she
had all the time in the world. Lorena turned to her
Aunt. The small groups of people, her staff, slowly
turned and went back to their work. The show was over.
The pain was gone and Lorena knew it would not return
again. She was free to do as she pleased now, within
the bounds of her morality and that was very
satisfying.

“Was that what you had expected?” Lorena asked her
Aunt. “I hope I didn’t make too much of a show.” She
bent to collect her cloths, not noticing the blood that
was getting smeared on the garments.

“I think you did very well. Dramatic but brief. I cried
out when I did it, but I did not have an audience that
I was aware of. It was only later that I found out that
I had been seen when I heard two people discussing me,
and my actions. I am very proud of you. Tomorrow you
will try Via for size, and if he is not too big we will
get you saddled up, other wise you will have to stretch
yourself some more. You had better go and clean
yourself up now. Warm water with a little common
plantain, no soap. Colletta has the plantain she will
know what to do.”

The old lady turned away and walked off while Lorena
went to her room calling for Colletta as she went. The
bath was duly filled and Lorena slipped into its warm
waters, comforted by the herbal additives. As she lay
back letting her long hair float around her she mused
over the experiences that she would have the next day.
Would she at last achieve her ambition? This was upper
most in her mind. More than ten long years she had had
to wait. Would she be able to ride side by side with
Neltitaca for the first time?

She soaked in the water until it was cold, feeling with
her fingers, the wounds that she had induced. They were
tender. Then she called for a hot jug of fresh water to
rinse herself, before drying and dressing for the mid
day meal. The afternoon was hers, to do with as she
pleased, and the night saw her go early to bed. The
following morning was bright and Lorena sprang from her
bed as though she had fire in her loins.

Today was the day and she did not want to waste any of
it. She had a light snack and went to the stables
without dressing. In the stables she saddled up both
her own and Neltitaca’s horses with the appropriate
trappings. She suspended the riding sling from Nel’s
horse but left her own sling of for the time being.

Then she found the syringes and measured the correct
dose of papaverine for Nel’s horse and measured a dose
of phenoxy benzamine for Via. The phenoxy benzamine was
a drug that, though it produced the same effects, of
swelling and stiffening the male member, it would only
last about half the time that a similar dose of
papaverine would last. Both worked by reducing the
tension in the muscles around the veins, into which
they were injected. This allowed additional blood to
flow into the veins and so induce an artificial
erection.

Lorena was not aware of the mechanics of what she was
doing but she was very aware of the effects that she
hoped to be experiencing in just a few short moments.
Her Aunt had informed her of all the dosages that could
be used and the length of time each dose would last.
For her self she would administer the smallest dose of
the weaker drug. The effect should last about two
hours. That she felt would be quite enough for her
first ride.

However before that she had to try the horse without
the drug. She did not want to inject the expensive
chemicals and then find that she was still too small to
take the beast. Placing the prepared syringes in a safe
place, where she could collect them later she went back
to the horses and pulled Via from his stall. He
followed her willingly and seemed to be quite aware
that something was about to change for him. It would be
his first time too.

The stables were all in one large building that had
stalls up both sides and a large space in the middle,
all under one roof. The floor was of packed earth with
straw scattered randomly. It was softer than having a
prepared floor but was also dusty and uneven. Lorena
stopped in the middle of the building and looked her
horse over. There were no faults or problems to be seen
with feet or coat and his eyes looked bright and shiny.
He was in good health.

Normally it would have been Rodrigues who checked the
animal at the beginning of the day but this morning it
was still to early even for him. It would not be long
before he turned up but Lorena could not wait. She left
the horse standing in the middle of the stables and
fetched a small bench and placed it next to her lover
to be. She would need something to lie on for this
experiment. Via stood still only swinging his head to
watch her every move. Then Lorena collected the
grooming brushes and started to groom her stallion with
long slow sweeps from neck to buttocks.

Starting at the top of his body she gradually worked
her way over his coat until she reached his stomach.
When she had finished she was very glad to see his
large penis protruding from between his hind legs. It
was not totally hard but it did have some stiffness.
Only a little more stimulation would be required to
bring him to full throttle. Kneeling down on the ground
next to the animal she took hold of the extended member
and stroked it gently. The texture was firm but the
skin was soft like velvet.

As she fondled the penis she realised it was not just
longer than the phallus she had used the previous day
but it was considerably thicker as well. Maybe six
centimetres at the head. That was half as much again,
the size of yesterdays experience. Would it fit? She
decided that it would have to fit no matter how much it
hurt.

She continued to caress the huge shaft and had the
satisfaction of seeing it harden further. It became
unbendable and slowly rose to aim its eye forward
between the forelegs of the animal. Via stood perfectly
still as Lorena administered the massage. The penis
started to pulse. Lorena had been able to feel the
blood coursing through the blood vessels but now the
force was enough to jerk the member out of her hand if
she did not hold on tightly. She rubbed the soft
texture of the skin against her cheek and kissed the
head. It felt spongy. She squeezed it softly between
her fingers and then inserted the head between her
teeth. She tasted the slightly salty flavour as she
tried to prise her tongue into the slit at the end. It
would not go in but it was lovely to feel the opening
sliding under the tip of her tongue. It seemed to suck
as she withdrew, possibly like a baby on a mothers
nipple.

She lingered there experimenting mouth to penis,
captured by the spell of carnal lust and sexual
adoration. Her mouth watered and she inserted as much
of the head as she could. It would not go in and she
realised that she would have to put it in her mouth
while it was still quite a bit smaller if she was to do
anything more than just suck on the end Eventually the
realisation that time was passing slipped over her mind
and she decided that she should get on with the job she
had intended to do.

Getting up she walked round the horse to the bench
which she had placed more or less in the correct
position for her needs. The horse’s penis slapped
against his stomach as he waited impatiently for the
next scene to unfold. Lorena lay down, on her back, on
the bench and grasped the penis through between her
legs. She was too far forward so she wiggled her way
along the bench to get closer. Now she could bring the
head of the penis into contact with her sopping pussy.

She had not noticed just how wet she had become and her
tummy ached from fear of what was about to happen. She
tingled all over from the fear and longing of her task.
She tried to pull on the penis to force it into her
body. But the horse was too far away and the solid
member would not stretch enough to gain entry.
Releasing her hold on the shaft with one hand she
reached up and tried to push one of the horse’s
forelegs forward.

The horse responded and stepped forward. Then over what
seemed an agonisingly long time Via moved each one of
his hooves to compensate. First the other foreleg. As
he did so he leaned onto the leg that Lorena had moved
and the head of his penis pressed hard into her lower
lips but still did not gain entry. Then one by one the
other legs stepped up and suddenly Lorena was burst
open as the head of the massive erection thrust
violently into her. The shaft followed where the head
went and Lorena cried out as she was filled to her
abdomen with horse.

The horse stood over her and waited for a while, then
some deep need took over and he started to thrust his
hips. Thankfully the motion was small and Lorena was
only rocked along the bench on which she lay. The penis
did not enter her any deeper. She cried with each
gentle thrust but soon the pain of the bench scraping
on her skin was harder to take than the pain of
penetration. She tried to move away but it was too
difficult but in raising herself she did get relief
from the bench.

It was an awkward position and put a lot of strain on
her arms but she could manage for a while. The horse
continued to thrust but the change in position was not
so easy and the bend that was now instilled in his
penis made Via uncomfortable. The penis started to
loose its strength.

It took a few moments but eventually the shaft of meat
dropped out of Lorena’s body and hung limp between the
horse’s legs. The young lady slowly stood up and
stretched her aching body. She did not feel sore
internally but her back felt as though it had been used
to role pastry. The sling would be easier, she turned
to get it from the stall where she had left it.

That was when she saw Rodrigues standing in the stable
door. He must have been there for some time, as he
looked comfortable. Lorena was not troubled by this, as
he had seen her naked on many occasions from being a
child to the present day. He had also been the one to
inject Neltitaca’s horse when she rode each morning.
That included directing the penis to the right spot on
most occasions.

The mating of all the horses on the hacienda were his
responsibility so he knew everything there was to know
about horses and intercourse. He stepped towards her
and a small smile crossed his face. There was no malice
just concern. “If you had asked I would have shown you
how to do that without hurting yourself. The idea was
right but there are things you can do to soften the bed
you make for yourself. Next time use straw and cover it
with a blanket. I used to watch over your Mother. I
often helped her with the initial joining. It is safer
to have a friend to help and calm the horse if he gets
too excited. Next time have someone to watch over you.”
As he crossed, he collected the sling and came face to
face with her.

“I’ll put this on for you, why don’t you fetch the
drugs. Neltitaca will be here any moment with your
Aunt.” He strode over to the horse and started to
arrange the sling. Lorena returned to the place where
she had left the syringes and collected them. Apart
from the choice of rest she had chosen the test had
gone off well. It was a tight fit but it felt so good
and right. It would be a joy to ride today.

When she returned, Rodrigues had finished the sling and
she gave the two syringes to him. Then she went to
climb into her harness ready for her first ride. As she
scrambled into the sling she hoped that her aunt and
Neltitaca would arrive soon. She was settling down into
a comfortable position when they appeared. Nel went
immediately to assume her position under her horse and
was soon ready. Rodrigues showed the two syringes to
the old lady who nodded her consent to continue with
the preparations. He walked over to Lorena’s horse and
strapped Lorena’s legs high up on the horse’s sides.
Then he quickly injected the Benzamine directly into
the penis.

After this was done he went to Nel’s horse and after
strapping up her legs he injected the Papaverine into
the soft tissues of the penile pouch rather than the
harder meat of the penis. The reactions were very
different in time scale. The papaverine gave an almost
instant responce and Rodrigues was able to insert the
swollen member immediately, where as when he returned
to Via, his penis was still only half swollen. However
it was good enough to introduce to Lorena and as it was
small it went in easily.

Rodrigues seemed to take no enjoyment from his task as
though he was just mating ordinary horses. Lorena felt
the penis being thrust into her again and tried to look
at what was happening. She couldn’t see anything
because, which ever way she looked, either the horse or
her own body got in the way. In stead she had the
feeling that things were no longer in her control. The
penis head spread her pussy lips and slowly slid into
the deeper recesses of her body. Again she had no
control over what was happening and the progression
seemed to be unstoppable. It stretched her insides as
it grew and forced its way to depths it had not reached
before.

Her opening was wide and now held no barrier against
entry. It was wonderful, but at the same time it was
new, strange and a little worrying. How big would it
grow? Could she take it all. The girth would be no
problem, she had proved that already but the length,
that was another matter. She could not test for that
and now it was too late anyway. She had seen the size
of the fully erect penis but seeing and feeling
appeared to be two completely different things.

Suddenly the two horses started moving. There had been
no warning and Lorena had not been prepared for the
first thrust as the horse stepped forward. The penis,
now almost full size, jabbed into her body extracting a
cry from between Lorena’s lips as pain lanced her
innards. Would this happen at every step. The second
step came and Lorena was swung up and then back in the
harness. This caused the penis to slide out of her by a
few centimetres and then thrust straight back in again.
She was ready for this thrust, but being strapped in as
she was there was nothing she could do to brace herself
for the shock.

It seemed that the penis slammed into her tender
insides, only to be retracted yet again as another step
was taken. Lorena was sure she would die with the next
thrust, but the horse was speeding up in its rhythm and
the swings evened out and became less forceful. Once
the little caravan got under way Lorena was far more
comfortable and after a few moments was enjoying the
subtle motions of the horses’ gate. A gentle to and fro
in four directions and the sliding in and out of that
magnificent shaft between her legs was enough to lull
anybody.

She reached her first orgasm before they had fully left
the stable, and they came hard and fast from then on.
Via took almost twenty minutes before he showed signs
of climax. Lorena was not in any fit state to guide her
horse. She had no idea who was guiding the animal and
did not care as the action between her legs dulled the
rationality of her mind. As long as Via kept on moving
she was not going to worry about how or why he moved.

When Via shot his first load, Lorena knew it was about
to happen. She was becoming used to the motion and was
no longer quite so engulfed in the sexual ecstasy that
had taken her earlier. Via started to get a little
agitated and tending to walk sideways as much as he
walked front wards. At first Lorena couldn’t work out
what was wrong with him, but it gradually dawned on her
dulled mind that she had seen this behaviour before. It
was what sometimes happened when a horse came into Nel.
Obviously the same thing was about to happen between
Via and herself. How wonderful, she thought to herself.
This would make her joining complete.

It happened in a rush. One moment Via was half dancing
along the path, the next he stopped momentarily and
fired. Lorena felt the horse tense and stop but she was
not ready for the onslaught of jets of sperm entering
her body. It felt like a small fist hitting her
insides. The first one was the strongest and it made
Lorena climax again. The rest diminished in strength
but each contributed some more sperm to the stock.
Eventually the pressure had built up too much and some
shot back out of her body in a small white jet that
nobody noticed except Lorena. It was a strange
sensation to have horse cum entering and exiting at the
same time. It was nice and she wanted to feel it again.

She squeezed her legs together as best she could around
the horse’s body and Via walked on. His ejaculation
over he seemed less frisky now. Hopefully that would
change again soon. Lorena continued to have regular
orgasms though they were less strong, as the party
walked through the fields. Some of the time she was
able to take note of her surroundings and at others she
was too deep in ecstasy to be aware of anything except
her own climax. It was a blissful experience to drift
in and out of such heights.

At no time during the ride was she really let down to a
normal level of sensation. The horse ejaculated a
second time, but not so copiously, about thirty minutes
after the first. It had the same effect on Lorena, but
she was getting tired now. The walk was not yet
finished though. Despite her tiredness the orgasms
continued to fill her emotions. She was forced to
accept every one as though it were some beautiful
torture, inflicted by a jailer, as she lay in her
prison cell bound and unable to avoid them.

The ride lasted two hours total and at the end, when
Via was led into his stall, Lorena felt as though she
was about to die. She lay limp in her harness, hands
hanging to the ground at her sides. She was too tired
to lift them. She was too tired to hold her legs up
when they were unstrapped from the sides of the horse
and Rodrigues had to lower them gently to the ground
one by one.

Once Via stopped, his penis started to retract as there
was no longer the massage action induced by the
walking. The drug’s effect having long gone. The
diminishing shaft slipped out of Lorena’s gaping vagina
and left her feeling hollow and drained. She did not
care though, she was too tired even for that. She just
wanted to sleep for a year and dream nice dreams. Sleep
she did, long before she was extracted from the riding
equipment. Rodrigues covered her in a blanket and
carried her to her room. She did not awaken until the
next morning.

It was too late for her to ride again next day. Nel had
already left and Lorena really felt that she could not
take such treatment again quite so soon as this. She
moped around the house sorting one or two problems that
had presented themselves, but other wise time was easy
on her shoulders. It was toward the end of the
afternoon that she started to feel restless.

She went down to the stables and walked into Via’s
stall. He seemed pleased to see her and nuzzled up to
her nibbling at her hair. She wrapped her arms round
his neck and talked softly to him. Then she decided to
give him a gentle groom, just to massage his skin and
shine his coat, not that his coat needed shining in any
way. The brushes felt good in her hands as she rubbed
the horse’s hair following the line of growth with each
stroke.

It was not until she started on Via’s belly that she
noticed he was sporting a huge erection. She had been
dreaming of other things and her hands had done the
work automatically. The thick penis dangling between
his hind legs jolted Lorena back to the present. It
slowly dawned on her that, yes she would like to have
his member inside her body again, but not to ride him
this time just to couple as she had done before the
ride yesterday.

Lorena got down on her knees and continued to groom the
stomach area of her big stallion. From this position
she could easily see the meat he was seeming to offer
her. It transfixed her gaze and she knew she was ready
for him. She forgot about finishing the legs and took
hold of the stiff erection. It filled her hand. She
needed both hands to wrap the thing all the way round.
She was beginning to feel a desperation in her desire
for this animals body. She placed the head of the penis
to her mouth and kissed it.

Then she started to open her mouth and slide it in. It
was not as big yet as it had been the day before and it
almost slipped right in, but her teeth still got in the
way. her mind was racing. If she left Via for a moment
or two this monster would probably shrink a little and
then it would go into her mouth. With a quick kiss of
parting she left Via and went into the main area of the
stables where she had mounted him the previous day.

There was nobody about so she went in search of
Rodrigues. She was thinking about what he had said to
her the previous morning when he had seen her trying to
make love to the horse. She trusted him and he knew
what he was talking about. He could help her now. When
she found him she told him what she was after and he
agreed to come as soon as he could and he would bring
the straw too.

Lorena went back to Via. Just as she had thought, his
penis had shrunk, almost to disappearing. It would not
take long to make it reappear again, of that she was
sure. Lorena led Via into the big area of the stables
stripped her cloths off and started to groom him again.
She just did his stomach and hind legs. The bits she
had not finished before. It had the desired effect.

This time she did not let it get too big before she
took hold of the penis head and inserted it into her
mouth. It slipped in easily and she sucked hard on the
rough skin of the head. She ran her tongue over the
lumps and bumps that made up the fleshy glans.
Inserting her tongue into the slit at the end and
wiggling it up and down.

The reaction to this treatment was almost instant. The
glans swelled up and filled her mouth. The shaft it was
attached to, stiffened to a rock like rigidity. She was
pushed back by the force and had to scramble to prevent
herself from falling. She wrapped her hands round the
shaft and hung on until the adjustment was completed.
Then still holding the penis she started to massage its
length with both hands. She sucked on the head as hard
as she could and licked her tongue all over it. It was
not until some moments later that Rodrigues walked in
carrying two large bales of straw.

He took no notice of what Lorena was doing, placed the
bales on top of each other in the middle of the hard
earthen floor and then walked out again. A few moments
later he returned with a blanket and this he spread
over the bales so that it covered them and the
surrounding ground. Then he went over to the bench,
which was now back in its place on the side of the
stable area, and sat down. He did not seem to look at
Lorena while he did all this, but obviously he had seen
what she was doing and commented.

“Relax your jaw muscles. It will seem much better if
you do.” Lorena almost gagged as she tried to answer,
Her mouth stuffed to capacity with the penis head, but
she tried to follow his instruction and eventually
succeeded in easing the tension in her cheeks. Her
tongue continued to play over the flesh in her mouth
and it was not long before she felt Via tense in his
hind quarters, but the first jet of cum still caught
her by surprise. Not by the timing but by the shear
quantity of sperm. It shot into her mouth and straight
down her throat. She never even tasted it.

The second and third jets went the same way but this
time some of the goo stuck in the back of her mouth and
she could feel it round the back of her teeth. There
were seven little packages all together and the last
two she received on her tongue. It was salty but nice.
Not like anything she had ever tasted before. It had a
dry taste like a dry wine but at the same time it was
sticky like syrup and though not sweet it was like
something that one would spread on bread. She smeared
the horse’s seed all round her mouth and then
swallowed. Now she was ready to get on with the real
task of coupling with this animal. Even if he had just
cum, Lorena was sure that he would manage it again.

She pulled away, and the meaty knob slipped out of her
mouth. She closed her mouth. Her jaws hurt from being
stretched so much for so long. Nothing that a little
practice would not fix, Lorena decided. She stood up
and led Via over to where Rodrigues was seated. He
looked up at her, his eyes scanning her body as they
raised to her eyes. There was a glint of amusement in
them. Lorena took no notice. This was her horse, her
stables and Rodrigues was a member of her staff. What
she did was her business and nobody had any reason to
make comment on the matter.

“Will you show me how to do this while I’m not riding
him, like you said yesterday?” She asked. The answer
was affirmative and the two people and the horse walked
over to the straw bales. The instruction came swiftly
and was easy to follow. Within three minutes Lorena was
on her back, on the straw, with Via firmly implanted
into her Vagina again. She had taken the penis and
inserted it herself. It was sweet and beautiful. She
did not feel so stretched and painful this time though
it was still a little difficult at first.

Rodrigues held the horse’s head and by subtle guidance,
induced the horse to move so that his penis slid in and
out of Lorena’s body with a smooth easy action. She
came several times within five or six minutes. Then
Rodrigues stopped her and made her change position so
she was lying on her front. This time he introduced the
horse’s member to her love nest and the sex continued.
Again Lorena came several times and again she was
stopped and another position was selected. She lay on
her side and the horse entered Lorena. This time he was
allowed to fuck her until he came deep inside her.

Lorena, in spite of the orgasms and strong emotion was
able to feel the subtle differences in the different
positions. They each had their good points and she
would practice each many times over the following weeks
and months.

This was her training and it was the order of the day
from now until she was as accomplished as her friend
Neltitaca. One day she hoped to ride in the Mardi Gras
together with her friend, side by side, with crowds
admiring their skill and prowess. Such is the stuff of
dreams, but some dreams do come true. To begin with she
rode every other day and rested between, but after a
couple of months she started to ride every day except
for when it was the wrong time of the month. Some times
it would be just Lorena and sometimes it was Lorena and
Neltitaca who rode but there were occasions when
Elizibet would join them and ride under Korrtona. Soon
Lorena was as accomplished as either of the other two
ladies.

Chapter 5

Lorena was well loved by her staff and the people
around her in the village and other farms. They all
respected her for being a fine looking woman who had
the stamina and skill to run a hacienda without the
strong arm of a husband to guide her. There were few
arguments about what should be done, when or by whom.
The rebuilding of her house had put much needed money
from her coffers into the local community and she had
not tried to cut corners or undercut one tradesman
against another.

She had shared the work through out the community and
as a consequence she now had no problems with getting
anything done that needed to be done. Her capital had
been greatly reduced the first years after the fire but
with several good crops in hand, her finances were
strong. She continued to belly ride when permitted by
her duties and the time of the month, Her skill and
endurance increased rapidly. Via was full of stamina
and never failed to please his mistress.

After several months Lorena and Neltitaca took to
longer and longer rides until they were able to sustain
a ride for a full day. Nel had been able to endure a
full day for many years and it pleased them both as
Lorena approached the same degree of competence. The
rides usually had to take place toward the end of the
week when all the organising of the hacienda had been
scheduled, both ladies agreed that it was worth waiting
for.

Summer time arrived again and Nel went to her annual
ride in the Mardi Gras. She would be away for several
weeks but this time she made arrangements for Lorena to
come to the spectacle in February. Their parting was
sweet and tender as both females were particularly fond
of each other. There was little that either would not
do for the other. Over the years Lorena had seen to
setting Neltitaca on her feet financially.

Though it had started off as a small contribution when
Lorena had personal money to spare now that she ran the
hacienda the contributions were bigger and more
frequent. This with Neltitaca’s supposed frugal and
wise use of the funds had made her independent, should
she wish to be so. Neltitaca had no reason to make a
split from her friend, but it was good to know the
money had been there. She offered to spend some of the
savings on transport and a hotel for Lorena to see
Mardi Gras but Lorena insisted on paying her own way.

Lorena grew very excited as the day of her travel
approached. She had one simple bag and her travel
cloths. There was a car to take her to Pota Pura on the
Paraguay Brazil border, some two hundred kilometres
away, and from there she had to take a train to Campo,
the first major town in Brazil.

Lorena had only seen one or two cars before and had
certainly never ridden in one. Most of the vehicles in
the area were tractors and trucks. The ride to the
station was very exciting and most interesting as she
was whisked along the dirt tracks through scenery she
had never even dreamed of. At the station she had to
wait for nearly an hour for the train to arrive. She
boarded as soon as the other passengers had alighted
and then sat while the driver chatted to one of the
many station staff for another hour. This did not
bother Lorena, it was just the way things were.

An hour was no time at all in her village. Eventually
the train set off and ambled slowly through the
countryside, stopping here and there for people to step
on or off. In fact the train was so slow at times, it
did not have to stop. It was getting dark when they
finally arrived in Campo.

The trains do not run very frequently and Lorena was
forced to spend the night at a hotel across the square
from the station in Campo. This was not because the
train was supposed to stop for the night, just that the
driver had business in Campo that had to be dealt with.
The delay was of no hardship, and Lorena took the rest
as a good opportunity to work out the aches and pains
of the first part of the journey.

The travel arrangements continued at a leisurely pace
the next day. After five hundred kilometres the train
pulled into Bauru and again stopped for the night. This
was a regular stop. Again the time was used to stretch
the aching muscles and relax. The final leg of the
journey started early the next day with a non stop ride
into Sao Paulo. Here Lorena was required to change
trains and catch another smoky leviathan to Rio De
Janeiro, her final destination.

A fine looking gentleman was at the station to meet her
and she was taken to a good hotel in a quiet part of
the town. There was a good deal of haggling and arguing
about the price of the cab, which Lorena was very
please to be able to leave to the man she was with. The
noise and smells of the big city were entirely new to
her and it was a little dizzying to her senses. She
stood and looked around hoping that soon she would be
able to have a nice hot bath and some food to quiet her
rumbling stomach.

Once she was in room, she relaxed in a tub of water
that, though it was not cold, was not as warm as she
could have had at home. Then she dressed and went down
to the restaurant for a light meal. It was not late but
Lorena tired, so she was quite prepared to go to bed
and have to wait to see her friend the next day, but
Nel turned up just as it was getting dark.

They chatted for about an hour and agreed to meet early
the next morning. Dawn was fine and clear. Lorena
dressed and ate and then stood in the hotel lounge
until her friend arrived. They sat and talked for some
time about a possible schedule and at about ten thirty
the man arrived. Lorena found herself attracted to his
looks but had no intention of allowing any thing to
grow between them. He was just nice to look at. He was
smartly dressed in a fine light tan business suit with
a very elegant shirt and tie.

His shoes were white and his hair was short dark and
slicked back with something that made it shine like
glass. His dark skin positively glowed as he approached
them. Lorena remembered his name, Nagiees Colopres, as
he gallantly kissed her hand, and she greeted him with
as much charm as he had given her. Soon after this
Neltitaca left as she had much to do in preparation for
the carnival in two days time.

Nagiees offered to show Lorena the city and they walked
out together to see the sights. There was so much to
see. Her guide skilfully whisked Lorena along the
streets and through the shops finding all manor of
things to show her. Little churches and massive
Cathedrals that could have sat over her hacienda
buildings and still have left room to walk the horses
between the walls. Shops such as Lorena had never seen
and wide roads all paved. There was not a dirt track in
sight. The tall buildings and big open squares, and in
the evening, the sea. An expanse of water that seemed
to go on for ever. It was blue like the sky and birds
wheeled and dived over its surface. Lorena was
enchanted.

The sun set and the two people, who seemed to be the
only two in this world of crowds and noise walked side
by side on the white sand, toes sinking slightly as
they trod. The happy couple parted late and Nagiees
promised to meet again the next day at the same time.
They would visit the grand statue of Christ high on the
hill over looking the city. They climbed the mountain
Corcovado partly on foot and partly by taxi to the base
of the cog train. Then they took the slow ride up the
steep side of Corcovado, with what seemed like a
thousand other tourists in the poorly ventilated single
wagon, up to the foot of Cristo Redentor.

Here they stopped for most of the rest of the day while
Lorena almost ran, with child like enthusiasm, from
point to point, and back again, to view the different
sights and scenes. They had their lunch, and their
dinner at the top watching the sun descend behind the
surrounding hills. Running for the last cog train, they
squeezed in with all the other tourists, for a faster
but just as hot and stuffy decent. From the base of the
cliffs they walked back to Lorena’s hotel where they
parted company at the end of what had been a truly
wonderful day for both of them. Again the arrangement
was made to meet in the hotel lounge next day but the
itinerary was to be to see the final preparations of
the precession members for that night’s opening Mardi
Gras.

Lorena was up early and dressed in her finest cloths.
She did not intend to return to her room until all the
precession was over. She packed a few things that she
thought she may need, like a comb and a small bottle of
scent that she had purchased the day before as a
souvenir. Then at the last minute she decided to remove
her under garments as it would probably be that little
bit cooler in these hot and humid streets.

She had on a thin cotton dress of a fine rose floral
pattern with a pair of white high heel shoes and she
had let her hair down loose to hang about her
shoulders. She felt as though she was dressed for her
Sunday visit to church, but the lack of underwear made
life a little bit risqu�.

Nagiees was very prompt with his arrival and this time
he brought Lorena a bunch of flowers. They walked out
to the street and entered a car, far bigger than the
rust heap that Lorena had ridden in for the beginning
of her journey. They were driven to a small, by Rio
standards, three story building and walked into a
central square, inside the house. There were many
people milling about doing this and that, and amongst
them were several horses. Lorena recognised the horse
that belonged to Neltitaca and went over to it.

Nel was no where to be seen but the horse recognised
Lorena and snorted a greeting. After patting the big
stallion a little, Lorena was led into a room at the
back of the square and there she found Neltitaca behind
a sowing machine putting final details to some
garments. There were several ladies all doing similar
things either sowing or fitting garments to their
intended wearers. There was little time to talk so
Lorena went back out to see what was going on in the
yard. There were several brightly coloured floats
draped in shimmering gold and silver.

There were canopies and grand chairs and thrones on the
floats with many brightly dressed people in matching
costumes that seemed to reveal as much as they covered.
In fact there were some girls or ladies who had almost
nothing on except for a ribbon that wound around their
bodies covering, or not, the parts that would normally
have to be covered for decencies sake. All the garments
and trappings were of gold, silver or several tasteful
shades of blue. It was stunning to see, and Lorena knew
it would be even more spectacular once the show was
under way.

Everything started to come together at about mid
afternoon. And finally the vanguard was able to leave
for the main assembly point. Lorena found Neltitaca as
she was fixing her self into the sling that would carry
her continuously for the next three days. There were
some minor adjustments made to the harness to provide
better support and then the final fitting was made to
ensure that all was comfortable. Nel’s outfit did not
consist of much. She had a lot of glitter stuck to her
naked body and the harness was covered in silver and
blue silk like material. Her hair was set into tight
ringlets that then had sequins and glitter sewn in to
it.

Much of Nel’s skin was panted to match the colour of
the material that covered her horse and riding
equipment. She was a sight that would bring many a man
to tears. Gradually the revellers organised themselves
into an order that would take them to the starting
point of the official procession. The gates to the
complex were opened and the contingent of eighty people
slowly filed out to the street. There was much calling
back and fourth between the display entrants and those
who lined the street to watch them go by. Some of these
people would not get another chance to see the
procession as they may be working or away. Others just
wanted a sneak preview of what was the premier event of
the year. Lorena walked beside Neltitaca as she swung
her way in the middle of the entourage. There was a
young boy of about fifteen to lead the horse.

Nel had explained that he was a stable hand and would
look after the horse through out the entire spectacle.
Nel herself would be fed and watered as well if
required. However she had tended not to eat or drink
very much as it created problems later. It would be
extremely difficult to pee if the horse was still
inserted in her vagina. Lorena wondered about that. She
had not had to hold on to her pee for more that twelve
hours.

Nel was about to have a stretch of around fifty six
hours when she would be unable to pee. It would be
painful. The expanding of the bladder, due to increased
contents, with no where to expand to and the tube
through which she would normally pee would be squeezed
closed by the enormous penis. Nel just laughed her
enquiry off saying that one would get used to it in a
while, but Lorena was concerned for her future rides in
the famous Mardi Gras.

The huge horse’s penis had already been inserted into
Nel’s tender loins before they had all left the safety
of the samba school. The horse had been injected with a
combination of Papaverine and Phentalamine in a fifty,
fifty mix totalling eighty mil. This was expected to
last for about six hours and should last the first half
of the first night’s parade. Due to problems of
overdose and bad side effects the next injection would
be sixty mil of Paracelsus, which though it gave a less
hard erection was less troublesome to the horse.

The horse was delayed from ejaculating due to these
injections and would probably only cum about six times
in the whole three days. Nel on the other hand was
already going through her first orgasm as they reached
the starting place for the full Mardi Gras procession.
She was hanging limp in her harness as she received the
strong constrictions in her womb. Lorena watched over
her friend as the stable lad manoeuvred his charge into
the correct position.

There was a lot of jostling and nudging and pushing as
all the people from all the schools sorted there
exhibitions out into the prearranged order. It was five
in the evening and the first schools were already
starting off on the road, but with over a hundred
schools it would take a long time for all of the
contingents to get underway.

Neltitaca’s school was eighty fourth in the line and
would have to wait for four and a half hours before
they could start but they all had to be there to claim
their place or they would lose it. No allowances were
made for those who were late. Lorena walked around the
horse-woman combination and checked the straps and
decorations for the last time. It would not do to have
something fall off in the middle, somewhere where it
could not be retrieved. She took a surreptitious look
at the point where the two were joined. There was no
missing the coupling.

The horse was about seven and a half centimetres thick
and Neltitaca had taken well over half the length into
her body. Her hairless vagina was stretched wide to
accommodate the black and pink shaft and the thin lips
that would normally have been tanned and wrinkled, were
pulled taught and were enflamed around the horse cock.
The horse was very nervous of all the hustle and bustle
in the area. He stamped and pulled at the reins that
the boy held, prancing his hind quarters from side to
side, in order to see any danger, as things went on
behind him.

Lorena tried to calm the beast with some effect, the
horse knew her so that made it easier. The boy thanked
her for her troubles. Slowly things settled down in the
area of this school but people could still be heard
calling and shouting further up the line. Now all
Lorena and Nel had to do was to stand and wait. The
horse calmed down and soon it was much quieter. Lorena
stooped down and talked with Neltitaca for a while and
then as Nel wanted to rest Lorena went to see who else
was in this group.

There were seven belly riders all on fine looking
stallions of sixteen hands or more. They were all
dressed in a similar fashion to Neltitaca but there
were differences of style and quantity of covering. One
woman had painted her entire body gold and her horse
was wrapped in pale blue silk. It was a truly stunning
sight as all the riders stood together. All the horses
were firmly implanted in there respective riders and
there was not a penis that was not seven centimetres
thick. Lorena wished that she was riding in this parade
and had her trusty Via thrust deep into her pussy. She
was getting quite wet, thinking about it and was glad
she had not come out with her underwear still on. At
least the hot air would help to dry her as time passed.

It grew dark and soon after the procession pulled them
forward and onto the march. Wheels rumbled and feet
clattered and harnesses jingled as they walked on. It
took five minutes to get everybody in their group
moving and Lorena realised why it had taken so long for
them to start after the first group had left. She was
about to walk off beside Nel when Nagiees appeared at
her side. “Come with me I will take you to a place
where we can watch the whole procession and not miss
any of it. It is always best on the first day and you
can walk with your friend tomorrow if you like.” Lorena
agreed and was whisked into the milling throng after a
quick parting wave to Nel.

The two of them were soon away from the hubbub and the
throng and Nagiees took her through dark streets and
narrow passages. Lorena did not feel frightened or
anxious. She felt surprisingly safe with this new
friend. It did not take long to reach a new, brightly
lit street where though there were many people, the
floats had not yet arrived.

There were the normal street lights and some extra
electric lights that had been put up just along the
marching rout, but in addition to this there were also
many people holding burning torches, that flickered and
danced in the slight breeze Nagiees pushed Lorena to
the front of the crowd and then stood close behind her.
She could feel him pressed against her back and he had
placed his hands on her hips. It was not an unwelcome
touch and she let it stand. They did not have long to
wait.

The first floats crept by with loud music and
outrageous dancing. There were drums and whistles and
shouts and screams to augment the grate cacophony.
Lorena was soon into the swing of the occasion and
danced on the side of the road, as the spectacle passed
by. Some times the couple were on one side of the
street and at others they walked to the other to get a
different view of the event.

Many people were drinking and later there were one or
two who, having overindulged too early, ended up lying
in the road totally oblivious to the things around
them. Lorena did not drink and had the best time of her
life. There were people making love on the side of the
road and many did so while still watching the parade.
It titillated Lorena to see them, and to know that it
would be so easy for her to do the same, as she had no
cloth barrier to protect her inner sanctum. She
resisted the idea though her escort was a prime choice
of partner, should she change her mind The two of them
moved up the street against the flow of the parade and
came to a large square where all the samba schools
seemed to be taking a rest. Drinks were being offered
out and there were many different schools all talking
to each other. It was a total riot of colour.

Many of the schools had of course left already and
there were only about four or five schools stopped at
any one time but Lorena worked out that they would all
eventually arrive here. It was a fascinating thing to
watch as the members of different displays all
intermingled. Only the belly riders seemed to stay
where they were parked, and the rest of the group
seemed to use them as a regroup pointer for when it was
time to move on again. This it turned out was also the
place where the horses received their second injection.
Lorena and Nagiees walked around talking to many folk.

Nagiees seemed to know everybody. People called his
name or came up to him and shook his hand and
congratulated him. It did not seem strange that he
should be known by so many but it did seem strange that
he should be her guide. She brushed off the thought and
carried on enjoying the evening, which had now turned
into early morning. She was feeling quite aroused by
the noise and activity. It was a wonderful feeling. It
took many more hours before the whole procession came
to an end and even then many revellers just decided to
follow the tail end and make their own unofficial
display.

Lorena and Nagiees ended up drifting through the slowly
emptying streets as the dawn started to arrive in the
East. It was time to return to the samba school, to
help look after the now quite tired paraders. Lorena
stopped, turned to Nagiees, and realised that she was
holding his hand. She liked it and did not let go. “It
must be time to go and help the participants now but I
need to go to my hotel to freshen up. Is that all
right?”

The whole side trip should have only taken a few
moments as there was not a lot that Lorena needed to
do. There was no problem, so the two walked slowly to
the hotel. Lorena invited Nagiees up to her room to
wait while she did what needed to be done. He did not
hang back. At the door she let them both in and turned
to close it behind them. Then she did something she had
not intended to do. Locking the door she turned to
Nagiees and kissed him, full on the lips.

“I hope you are not married,” she whispered to him,
“Because if you are you will be very tired if your wife
wants you to service her.” She smiled up into his face
and placed his hands on her buttocks. Then she folded
her right leg round Nagiees’s legs as though she was
trying to prevent his escape, and slid his hand up her
body taking her dress with it. There could be no doubt
that she was naked and available under the skimpy
garment. If she had not displayed her charms before, to
some unsuspecting person, she would have been very
surprised. This time she made sour that all was
displayed. She turned her catch and herself so that she
had her back to a mirror that she knew was in the room.
Nagiees seemed to only take a quick look before he bent
to kiss her again. This would work out quite well
thought Lorena.

It was not long before they were both on the bed and
disrobed. Lorena lay down for her catch and enticed him
to her. He took no time in falling into her arms and
penetrating her. The first fight was hard and fast. He
ejaculated deep into her body after a few minutes and
they lay quietly for a while. This was something Lorena
had never had. Her vagina seemed very loose to her,
almost sloppy, as he thrust in and out, but there must
have been enough feeling for him to achieve his climax.
The warmth and strength of a man were much more
rewarding than a horse but that did not mean to say she
would give up on a horse. They still had the gold
meddle for endurance and size. This was a very nice
interlude and a pleasant change from raw brute
strength.

Lorena pushed Nagiees of her and climbed on top. He had
remained quite hard even after the first ejaculation,
so it was easy for her to find his weapon and
reintroduce it to her succulent nest sight. She found
him to small to fill her but she clenched her muscles
to try and make her vagina a little tighter. She rode
him as if he was a horse under her, galloping through
the field around her hacienda. She came several times
and was gratified to feel him shoot into her for a
second time. Again they rested and lay together still
joined as one Nagiees rolled onto her again and took
her a third time holding her legs over his shoulders.

Lorena felt her bottom smacked by his testicles, with
each thrust that he made, and reached another climax.
He drove into her long and slow each time, reaching
depths that he had not reached in either previous bout.
It took a long time this time. He collapsed onto her,
his full weight pressing her into the bed. he was warm
and she folded her arms around him. He slept for a
while. She did not, unused to having a second person in
her bed, she thought about what it would be like to
have a husband. No, this was fun, but to have to put up
with it whenever he demanded satisfaction. That, she
could do without.

When he awoke he rolled off her and apologised for
imprisoning her in such a way. She made little of it
and turned over onto her hands and knees, waving her
bottom in his direction. This would be the best look he
would ever get as she thrust her hips up and waggled in
front of his face. He leapt to the task of satisfying
her one last time.

This would be the coup de grace that he presented to
her. He started to lick her buttocks and gradually
advanced toward her vagina. Holding her hips he
supported himself as he progressed. His touch became
more subtle as he advanced toward her entrance until he
was hardly touching her with his tongue. Just flicking
at her skin. Suddenly he stopped and straitening up he
thrust his penis into her expectant crevice. It slid in
as far as he could reach. He thrust two or three timed
to help strengthen his erection. As he continued to
slide in and out, he put a finger to Lorena’s anus.

She had not expected this and clenched her muscled.
Nagiees scratched at the ruffled skin that surrounded
the anal opening. Slowly Lorena relaxed. She had
decided to let him do as he pleased. It would be a
small reward for his time and effort in looking after
her. As she relaxed he inserted his finger deeper
applying some sort of liquid, possibly saliva, to the
opening. She wanted him. It was taking to long. She was
ready for him to cum again.

He continued to thrust his penis in and out of her
vagina while his finger stretched her anal sphincter.
It felt like he had pushed almost his whole hand into
her though she knew it was not so. It did not hurt but
she was very sensitive there and with each fresh
movement she clamped her muscles again. However each
muscle spasm was less that the previous one. Nagiees
new he would get what he wanted soon.

Slipping his finger in and out and lubricating the
opening with Lorena’s own love juice, Nagiees loosened
her anus to a point where it was easy to penetrate her.
He briefly inserted a second finger and thrust twice.
Then as he pulled his penis out, still maintaining his
rhythm he swapped his finger for the now removed penis
and guided his shaft into her tight anus.

The penis was at least three centimetres thick and
stretched Lorena even more. It felt like it was burning
as he thrust in several times to gain depth. Lorena
gasped with each thrust and wondered if it would hurt
more as he thrust more often. Lorena’s vagina had been
quite slack for the man but this new orifice was much
to his liking. Like a virgin, which technically
speaking, in that entrance she was. He rode her slowly,
giving her time to acustomise to the new motion.

Lorena soon became used to the feeling and finding that
it did not hurt much she decided to enjoy the act. This
may be the only time she would ever be taken this way
and it would be a shame not to enjoy and make the most
of it. she reached back with one hand and started to
stroke her clitoris. It was quite sore from previous
attentions but it would still provide her with a good
strong orgasm if she went slowly. She rubbed up and
down between her pussy lips and started to slide her
finger into her now vacant vagina.

Nagiees increased his rate of thrust, pulling his penis
almost all the way out before returning it to the
depths of Lorena’s bowel. The tightness of her anus
would provide him with a quick ejaculation but he
wanted it to last as long as possible. Lorena achieved
a first mild orgasm and seemed to go straight on to the
next which was stronger. Nagiees increased his speed
again as he realised that Lorena was well on her way to
a massive climax. It started to seem like a well
coordinated machine, each part speeding up in response
to the other parts. It took only a short while until
Nagiees shot his final jet of sperm into Lorena’s
aching anus. He was deep in her and his stomach was
pressed hard against her buttocks as he spilled. Lorena
reached her peek shortly afterwards and gasped as her
body was wracked by the strong spasms inside her
vagina. Both collapsed on the bed, and still united,
drifted off to sleep for an hour or two.

Lorena awoke first and finding that Nagiees’s penis had
shrunk and flopped out she got up and went to wash
herself. When she returned Nagiees was awake. She felt
embarrassed at her nakedness in front of a man she had
only known for three days. He watched her as she
dressed and did her hair, then he followed suit and
they went down to find something to eat. A quick snack
and then to the Samba School.

Most of the people were resting still but some had
started to fix things that had broken the previous
night, or make changes to their dress or regalia.
Neltitaca was asleep, with her horse, in a corner of
the yard. Her horse was resting in the shade, and
seemed to be contented as he munched on some hay that
had been placed in a trough. There was also a trough of
water which he had obviously indulged in as there was
water all over the ground around him.

Nel’s hand and legs had been released from the straps
that had held her while she had ridden the streets but
the huge horse cock was still deeply penetrating her
vagina. Lorena stroked the horse’s head as that was the
only part of him that was not completely entwined and
bound by various cloths, ribbons and straps. The horse
nodded to her but otherwise did not move.

Nel continued to sleep. After a while Lorena decided to
find something to do and ended up helping a young lad
look after a couple of the other belly rider’s horses.
Feed and water and make sure that they were not too
skittish in the heat of the day. By the third hour of
the afternoon, more people were waking and starting to
move about.

Nel awoke and requested a drink. She ended up consuming
a half litre of water and having a small slice of bread
with a piece of chicken. She must have been very
thirsty. Lorena felt the heat and needed to drink at
regular intervals. How Nel could manage to go three
days with so little was beyond the younger woman’s
comprehension. Not long now until they all walked off
again.

Lorena was to lead Nel’s horse this time. She had been
given some ribbons and pieces of cloth which she pined
to her dress in order to show the house colours. She
thought that it looked good, but several women came to
her and, insisting that she remove the floral dress,
they quickly arranged the bits and pieces into a
reasonable example of a rather revealing Mardi Gras
costume.

Lorena did not feel comfortable showing her body to
such an extent, for all and sundry to view for the next
six to eight hours, but time had run out and the
precession was on its way for the second instalment. As
she walked along Lorena wanted to adjust some of the
trappings that she was now adorning, but she could not
work out how to adjust without loosening what little
she had. She did not wish to loose the whole lot and
end up naked.

Eventually, deciding to leave it as it was, was the
only choice. She had several blue ribbons entwined into
her dark hair, and a large flash of glitter on each
cheek. Her face make up was of deep purple to show off
her skin colour around her eyes and this was blended
into a pale blue on her forehead. To cover her body she
had a single long ribbon, about a centimetre wide, that
had been wound round her to provide an out line to the
supposed clothes she would have worn if she had had
any. It started off, tucked at the front, in a silver
collar, and ran down the front of her body and between
her legs. From there it ran up between her buttocks,
around her waist, back down between her buttocks,
through her legs again and up to the collar. Then it
passed under one arm round her back, under the other
arm round one breast and up over her shoulder. Then it
looped round the strap at her back, back over the other
shoulder.

From there it went round under the other breast, right
round her back, under her other arm and back to the
front of her collar. The whole thing was held in place
by one beautiful broach of glittering blue stones.
Lorena knew that if she unfastened the broach she would
never get it fastened again, and there was just no way
to move any one bit of the ribbon to cover her self
more without it all falling in disarray. It was too
late now anyway. Every thing was moving and she had no
time to stop.

“Stop fidgeting with it, and enjoy the walk Lorena.”
Neltitaca had been watching her friend’s consternation
and wanted to put her out of her misery. “Once you are
walking through the crowd it will not matter what you
are wearing. Just be happy to be in the march. You are
doing something I have never done. If you ride some day
you will have done Mardi Gras every way possible.
Watching, marching and riding. Not many people get to
do all three.”

This hit Lorena with a force. She would be almost
unique. Participants normally had to attend the march
on all three days of the march. If Lorena could find a
horse tomorrow, maybe she could ride tomorrow and do
all three in one year. Would they let her? It was up to
the school with whom she rode. She wondered if Nagiees
would help her. She liked him and felt that he would do
almost anything to make her happy, but did his sphere
of influence reach that far.

As she thought about the next day and the slim chance
of doing a very special thing, her attention was drawn
to the crowds that were beginning to line the roads.
For the second day running people were standing five or
six deep to see the Samba displays slowly wend their
way through the streets of Rio. Her mind forgot about
her nakedness and she started to enjoy the showing off
and the sound and cries from the crowd. She started to
mince her walk to show her grace and slenderness,
really falling into the atmosphere of the exhibition.
Lorena and Neltitaca had been talking to each other as
they walked but the crowd threw so many comments that
soon the ladies had to stop their chatter because of
the noise. It was not long before they couldn’t even
hear what people were shouting at them.

Several different pieces of music playing at the same
time plus shouts, whistles and bangs all added up to
make a din that Lorena had never heard before The whole
cavalcade progressed at a sedate one and a half
kilometres per hour as the various individuals danced,
leapt, swaggered and whirled their way along. The whole
thing took over five hours to pass any single point in
the city and it took three hours to walk the four
kilometre rout. This meant that from the start of the
first person, to the end of the last person, took over
eight hours.

There were two places to stop and rest, one, about an
hour into the walk, that Lorena had visited the night
before, and another about three hours into the walk.
These had been set up just to allow drinks and a rest
for the dancers who otherwise had to keep going all the
time. It did not take long for Lorena to find a natural
dance style that made her feel happy and that she could
keep doing for the duration. As she moved she could
feel her breasts bounce in their ribbons and this
turned her on. She began to get quite wet between her
legs. Not to orgasm pitch but hot enough that she would
have been happy to oblige any customer who requested
her attention. She almost forgot her duty of looking
after.

Neltitaca, hung in the harness beside her. There was
also the needs of the horse who would probably require
water at the stops. Lorena looked down at her friend.
The older girl’s eyes were shut tight as a sexual spasm
raked her body. Lorena was pleased for her.

It seemed no time at all before the school reached the
first rest area. Nel requested a small drink of water
and then was happy. The horse seemed to require more. A
bucket of water which was spilled over Nel’s head as
the horse drank and then there was the next injection
to administer. This all took time and Lorena only
managed to get a mouth full of water before she was off
again following the rest of the procession, with her
horse impaled friend at her side. For all the time it
actually took to complete the course, it seemed to be
only a few minutes to Lorena before they arrived at the
second stop.

Several young men had stepped up to Lorena as she
danced along, and had whispered things into her ear.
She had pretended to hear and laughed on each occasion
but the truth to tell she had no idea what any of the
men had said. It had all been too noisy. At the second
stop another bucket of water was administered to the
horse but he only drank a little. Neltitaca required
nothing. Lorena was better able to care for herself
this time but it still seemed a very short time for a
rest.

The last section of the walk passed just as quickly as
the previous two and it was not long before the group
were headed back to the school building. It was well
passed midnight when they were all back again and after
seeing to horses and riders, and making sure that all
the parts of the float were in a good place the
revellers continued their dancing and merry making.
Bottles of drink passed from person to person without
regard for whether they knew the next individual or
not.

Lorena had several sips from two or three different
bottles and was unable to say what any of them were. It
made her tipsy and she just carried on dancing. It was
beginning to show the promise of the light of day
before anyone went to their makeshift beds either
singly or in pairs. Lorena did not know and did not
really care. She was quite tired from the effort of
dancing all that time. She found a blanket from a
corner of a room and then went back out to the yard.
She lay down close to Neltitaca and was soon asleep.
Nel was already asleep and the horse, still fully
erect, nodded its head as it dosed by some hay and a
water trough.

Day three dawned for Lorena at about eleven in the
morning. Some others were already moving about but it
was still quiet in the yard. Nel’s horse had moved off
to a shadier spot. Lorena was hot and could understand
the horses’ reasons. She stood up and slowly looked
around. There was a faint smell of something cooking
which made her stomach growl. She was hot and sticky,
she wanted to cool off and the nearest thing for that
was the horse trough. She dunked her head to try and
clear it. It helped a little but she needed more. She
climbed in, forgetting her outfit, if that is what it
could be called.

Water flowed over the edge of the trough and travelled
in runnels across the yard. Lorena paid no heed and
sank down under the water, running her hands through
her hair. It was then that she found the ribbons
entwined in her locks. She unbraided them one by one
and put them over the side of the water trough. Then
she unfastened the broach from her neck and placing it
and the collar on the floor she unwound the ribbon from
her body. Remembering how wet she had got the night
before she decided that the ribbon should be washed
before it was used again. This she did in the trough.
Then she emerged cool and refreshed, her naked body
gleaming in the sun as the water dripped off. She wrung
out her hair and then she stood bathing in the warmth
to dry herself. Now she was ready for whatever the day
would bring. After eating and seeing to Neltitaca’s
needs of food and water, Lorena suddenly remembered her
idea of maybe riding on the last day instead of being a
ground based spectator. She asked several people who
was in charge of the school and was eventually directed
to somebody. “I am sorry,” came the reply.

“This honour is reserved for those who contribute to
the schools finances on a regular basis. You were
allowed to walk yesterday because you are a close
friend of Lady Nel. She has been coming here every year
for a long time and she always sends us money to help
pay for the school. She made a special request for you
and we were happy to oblige her. However if you wish to
contribute some funds, maybe a thousand dollars, I
would be happy to let you ride next year.” He thought
for a moment. “Besides, where do I get a horse at such
short notice? Geldings, mares or donkeys, but these not
possible for what you need. You need a stallion with a
large penis and big nochos.” He expressed a size in
gross exaggeration of the truth and then with another
apology for not allowing her the honour of belly riding
today he walked away.

Lorena was disappointed. She had felt sure that she
would find a way but of course without a horse she
could do nothing. She could however give the man his
thousand dollars and be sure of a place next year. The
day passed slowly and the precession did not hold the
same power over Lorena as it had the two previous days.
She enjoyed herself but was always just a little sad
that she had not been able to fulfil her hopes. She
watched the march from amongst the crowd and this time
was able hear the things that the men shouted at the
riders. All the comments were lurid and accurately
descriptive, and enough to make any lady blush, which
Lorena did on numerous occasions.

She was with Nagiees again and they spent the whole
night going from place to place to see what people were
doing on this last night. It seemed that everybody
wanted to make it last as long as possible. The antics
and dancing continued non stop until sunrise. It was in
the early hours just before dawn that Lorena stopped
Nagiees and made love to him on the corner of a square
through which the procession had passed several hours
before. She did not hesitate or think about the
consequences. She just wanted to say thank you with her
body. It only took a few moments to finish, but in that
time several other people stopped close by and watched.
Lorena was oblivious to them.

Later she said fair well to the people at the school,
to Nel, who was still strapped to her horse, and by the
afternoon she was on her way home again. Arriving three
days later she was greeted with warm enthusiasm from
all her staff and had to spend hours telling of all the
wonders of the city, the sea, the Mardi Gras and the
belly riders.

-=*=-

Two weeks later she sent a money order to the Samba
School for the equivalent of eleven hundred dollars to
ensure her place in the next event. The extra was just
as a thank you for their tolerance of an outsider.

Chapter 6

Nine months later Lorena had grown. It had taken
several weeks for her to notice the change. She had
missed her first period and not realised but when the
second was over due it hit her like a hammer. She was
pregnant. There was only one person who could be the
Father, unless a horse had found a way of achieving
human fertilisation. Lorena was pleased that it was the
wonderful young man she had been with at Mardi Gras.
There could not have been a better choice. She longed
to have the child and start the task of being Mother.
She had been riding Via on most days and suddenly
wondered if such deep penetration would be harmful to
the growing fetus.

Her Aunt Elizabet gave reassurance that all would be
fine for a month or so but after that the daily rides
would have to stop. Stop they had, and Lorena watched
in alarm as her previously slim figure swelled to
enormous proportions. As the days and months passed
Lorena had become more and more cumbersome and had
eventually decided to remain in the house, until the
episode was over.

Nel found another willing person to help her with her
own rides, just to cover the time while Lorena was
unable. But other wise nothing changed. Eventually the
day came, and with the help of a doctor and two of her
own maids, Lorena gave birth, with some difficulty, but
no complications to a lovely baby girl. To be called
Isabella Mariana, she would be brought up to ride
horses and if she wanted, to belly ride, in the
tradition of her forebears.

Her uterus closed up to form what was almost a normal
opening. It took another four weeks but close it did.
Lorena however did not wait for the full time. As soon
as she was sure that the horse would no longer gain
entry to her uterus, she set to work retraining to
belly ride. Via it seemed had not forgotten any of his
skills and the first ride, without drugs, went without
a hitch. At the end of it, Lorena had found out just
how out of condition she was after such a long break.
She quickly set up a new program of exercises and rides
to improve her condition. If she could not ride Mardi
Gras, at least she would ride at home. The use of the
drugs for Via was resumed after only a couple of weeks.

Several months passed and the rides became longer.
Three hours, five hours, a day. While the baby was
still small Lorena often only rode for an hour at a
time. If longer she would carry her child with her and
breast feed the little girl on demand. There was always
the possibility of hiring a wet nurse, but the job was
better done by the natural Mother rather than a
substitute. Once the baby was weaned, the situation
changed. Lorena did not mind having one of her maids
look after the child’s needs. It was just as she
herself had been raised.

At completion of her first full day and night coupled
ride, Lorena held a small celebration. This however was
not the end of it. she spent more and more time in the
saddle. Work that needed authorisation, or other things
that required consultation began to have to be asked of
the lady while she was in the saddle. The length of the
rides increased. Thirty, thirty five hours, each was an
achievement and boosted Lorena to go on. Two whole days
was at last passed, and then a stumbling block.

Her stomach started to cramp at about fifty hours.
Intense pains in her abdomen, bladder and lower back.
She tried to facilitate a method of peeing while
coupled but could never squeeze out more than a few
drops. She new that it was the fullness of her bladder
that was causing the problem, because when she finished
the ride and was able to pee, the pain went instantly.
She would have to learn to overcome her thirst. She
noticed that the horse seemed to be having similar
problems.

At the end of a ride the beast would stand and shake
until he had emptied his bladder. Some times this would
take several minutes and seemed to be enough to fill a
bath. The animal would also have to be treated. He
though could not tell anyone where or how much it hurt.
And he could not pee if he had an erection. That was
physically impossible.

Lorena started to consume less during a ride but it did
not help. She could last longer with the horse but the
thirst was fare worse. Nel suggested to drink less
before the ride so that her body would be less full at
the beginning. That worked out to some extent and she
was able to move on to a staggering fifty six hours.
This was not enough though. At least sixty would be
required for a Mardi Gras. She would just have to keep
trying until something came to mind. Six years passed
before Lorena felt confident that she could complete
the full three day event of Mardi Gras without fainting
or dying of thirst.

Neltitaca had tried to provide a number of solutions to
solve the problems but they were both just fishing at
this point. Nel had never had the problem of thirst,
probably due to her native indian background. Lorena
however was of Spanish decent and did have the problem.
Maybe she slowly overcame it, or maybe something they
tried worked without their realising. Whatever it was
Lorena suddenly found that she could manage sixty two
hours comfortably. Her bladder still felt it would
burst at the end and she felt as though she would pee
for ever, but at last she achieved what it had taken so
long to attain. It was inevitable that the belly rider
training had taken its toll.

Sometimes Lorena would pass out from the pain, the size
of the horse’s penis was normal, if not large for a
human to take. However his orgasm caused his penis head
to balloon tremendously causing Lorena’s internal
organs to be squashed. Over the years, she had had her
internal organs rearranged considerably due to the
pressure of the horse phallus. Yet she persevered in
her strange practice, driven on by her lust and the
pleasure she felt in spite of the pain. Now it was time
to prepare for the travel and the lodging and all the
other little things that have to be sorted before a
long journey.

Travel with her horse on the train would be too
difficult. Besides there would have to be road
transport to the station so Lorena decided to buy a
truck and horse box. She also had to learn to drive the
contraption. Then there was training Via not to panic
in the box when it was going along on the mud tracks
that sufficed as roads in this part of the world. To
Lorena’s dismay another year passed and she was only
able to watch the show from the side lines. The fact
that she had always contributed her thousand dollars to
the Samba School made her very welcome to them, and she
was always able to join in with the march if she so
chose. Sometimes she chose to lead Neltitaca and
sometimes not. Leading made her feel melancholy so more
often than not she chose not.

Lorena’s daughter was growing. It would not be long
before she herself would start to learn to belly ride
if she so wished. Lorena was not about to put a block
in the way of a family tradition. The girl was eight
now. She had her own horse and was a competent
horsewoman. From that mare would be foaled a fine
stallion, probably from her Mothers own Via. As fine a
horse as his sire, though Korrtona had died recently,
his genes lived on and seemed to have the same
abilities. Only male foals.

Isabella Mariana had her eighth Birthday at the end of
the second week of November, and suddenly everything
seemed to fall into place. Lorena found that there was
absolutely nothing to stop her riding in the next
festival. It was to be held at the end of the following
February, quite late for the time of year, compared
with previous times. Lorena would depart for Rio De
Janeiro in the middle of January to provide enough time
to get her horse and things to the big city. It would
be a hard sixteen hundred kilometres, along mostly dirt
roads and with the possibility of being ambushed by
bandits.

Lorena would have the trial of her life on this
journey. All seemed to be fine as her departure date
approached but suddenly problems started to arise. The
little girl developed a slight cold, Via went lame for
a week, there were problems in the house. None of these
serious in itself but each a slight delay to the
intended journey.

Finally, the day came when Lorena knew she had to get
on her way. Family, friends, which was most of the
local village, and the hacienda hired hands were
summoned to the large courtyard fronting the hacienda’s
main building. Lorena’s sexual preferences were known
by most of them; in the small, isolated world of her
hacienda it was inevitable that her life style could
not remain a secret for long. However, no one would
have dared criticise Lorena, for she was the owner of
an illustrious name and ruled her hacienda with an
efficient hand.

Thus there were gasps, of course, but there were no
obscene comments or gestures when Lorena was led out in
public, strapped underneath her horse, with its
hardened phallus penetrating deep inside her. A few of
the more worldly spectators, including a conclave of
older women, who had once ridden themselves, nodded
appreciatively for they knew that this was ‘La
Confession’ or the public coming out ceremony of a
belly rider.

After a brief, silence, a few of the spectators
applauded cautiously. The servant that had helped
Lorena paraded, announced that, at last Lorena was to
fulfill her ambition to ride the three days of Mardi
Gras and that she hoped that all of the present company
would see fit to wish her well. Then indicating the
horse and rider she cried out. “Watch well what she
does and know that she is proud of doing it first, in
front of you. My Lady asks that you celebrate her
departure and enjoy the spectacle.”

On cue, Champagne bottles were opened and servants
appeared bearing all manner of confections, while
musicians struck up a festive air. Eventually, the
celebration got underway, fuelled by the abundant
spirits, while Lorena and her horse stood in the middle
of her guests.

Several of the guests knelt next to her and kissed her
affectionately, caressing her brow and wishing her
luck. There were many queries about her motivation.
Lorena bravely smiled in spite of her awkward position;
this was what she wanted to do, she explained, she
loved it and had no regrets. Yes, it did hurt at times,
but it also felt wonderful and when he came, it was
glorious. She looked forward to being led down the
streets of Rio in this fashion. Something she had
waited for, for so many years. Yes, she could come like
this.

Certainly, three days in this position was a long time,
but she was ready. Yes, she had about 12 inches inside
her and it pushed against her intestine. No, she was
not afraid of rupturing but if such happened then she
hoped it went in all the way to her chest. Wouldn’t
that be a great way to die? Yes, she drank the horse’s
sperm often and it tasted salty, and nothing like
anything else on this Earth. You had to get used to it.
Of course she could not get pregnant this way!

Then a few of the more superstitious guests started
rubbing charms and amulets on Lorena, for it was well
known that those who offer themselves willingly for
surplice and death act as agents for fortune’s favours.
Lorena tolerated these attentions good-naturedly for
she really did not cared about such matters. Her whole
universe centred on the warm shaft of horseflesh inside
her, and the joy she felt in publicly and shamelessly
displaying her preferences. It was not that she did not
like men, just that a horse was, well, better….

Several spectators took turns to gently lead Lorena and
her horse around the courtyard until his inevitable
orgasm occurred. There was much clapping and cheering
as the horse came and Lorena cried for joy. The
ejaculation was spectacular and the volume of fluid,
filled her to overflowing. Afterwards, Lorena was
helped to her unsteady feet. Her wide open cunt, from
whose yawning lips gobs of semen fell, could be seen by
all. Via was led away, his penis still fully engorged
and swollen.

A small bowl of horse semen, which had previously been
collected, was brought. Neltitaca touched a drop of the
semen to Lorena’s forehead and then held the bowl to
her lips for Lorena to drink the offering. Applause and
congratulations were heard from all directions from her
guests and staff. Some of the sperm fell from the bowl
and landed on Lorena’s breasts. It slowly ran down her
body until it reached the thick mat of hair at her
pubis.

Afterwards a short robe was draped around her
shoulders. She knew she had to appease a curious Latin
sense of modesty, which did not mind a woman making
love to a horse in public, but did object to her
standing around completely nude. The rest of the
afternoon was uneventful. Lorena socialised with her
guests while horse semen dribbled down her legs.
Eventually Lorena excused herself and went to her
quarters to wash and dress. Later that day, with her
horse secure in its trailer, Lorena started towards
Rio.

Once on the road to the border, Lorena took stock in
her achievements. Her horse was healthy and strong and,
more importantly, was used to being inside her. His
seed was abundant and his phallus was very long and
widened at the base. As for Lorena, she was in her mid
twenties and kept herself in good shape. She wished she
could have arranged to make this pilgrimage earlier,
several years earlier, but some thing or other had
always prevented the making of arrangements. Her body
had paid the price for the unnatural stretching it had
undergone but she was confident of surviving her ride.
Certainly her vagina had scarred and toughened and she
could now accommodate a full twelve inches of phallus,
perhaps more.

As for the coming out ceremony, it had been a definite
success. Her friends, family, and servants who had not
known before, now knew and accepted, or had to accept,
the fact that she made love to equines. In fact, mused
Lorena, when she came back she would seek to delegate
the day to day running of the hacienda to one of her
staff. She could then devote herself to making love to
her horses. In fact, she concluded, she had enough
animals that she could be strapped under one
continuously, just changing from one to anther when
they came. Lorena laughed.

The superstitious folks who had rubbed charms and
saint’s pictures on her were right, after all, she had
given herself fully, willingly, and eagerly to the
darkest gods of lust. There were no regrets. She did
not feel that they should be called the dark gods,
pleasure gods would be more appropriate. There was no
evil involved. She wondered if it would be all right to
do this while she was having her time of month
problems.

By the time she reached the Brazilian border, she was
just about on time to make the first day of the
festival. A new problem was created by new customs
regulations, which required that a vet, certify her
horse as being disease free. Lorena protested that her
horse was hale (she ought to know). The customs
officers were adamant; they even threatened to
quarantine her horse. For Lorena not being allowed
belly ride would have been unthinkable Lorena stood in
front of an unsympathetic customs officer who did not
budge in his refusal to allow her horse through.

Faced with an unyielding customs bureaucracy, Lorena
chose the obvious solution: she offered money, a bribe,
enough to satisfy all of his greed but not enough to
make him think to request even more. The customs
officer leered obscenely at Lorena while he considered
the offer. In front of him was a handsome and
aristocratic looking young woman and the thought of
extracting other favours out of one such as her,
titillated him. Lorena winced under his obvious
scrutiny; there had been a few men in her life but she
had never succumbed to any man she had not chosen
herself. Thankfully, greed won over lust and the
uniformed man nodded his acceptance of the bribe.

As the pertinent documents were stamped, a few of the
customs house denizens murmured obscene comments and
made gestures in the same vein. Someone had peeked into
her horse trailer and seeing the horse, had noted his
permanently semi-erect phallus. The fact that Lorena, a
single woman, had been so frantic in advocating the
horse’s importation and the stated destination, Rio,
plus the time of the year, so close to Mardi Gras, this
all had led to conclusions. Lorena could not help
overhearing and could not ignore them. They knew what
she was, a belly rider! In spite of herself, Lorena
blushed, which only confirmed their suspicions. If only
they would hurry the process, she thought.

Eventually, the embarrassing scene ended. Lorena
muttered her thanks to the customs officer and handed
an envelope fattened with cash to a waiting hand. Then,
with the obscene catcalls of the customs house crowd
sounding in her ears, Lorena got her truck in gear and
drove off with her horse trailer in tow. She wondered
if a similar scene would be waiting for her upon her
return.

Why should she feel shame, she chided herself as she
drove. What she did was, after all, her own business
and she hurt no one. Well, almost no one, she corrected
herself, for she then felt a stab of pain in her
crotch, the result of the constant stretching she
subjected herself to. Lorena wiped an involuntary tear,
cursing herself for having shown weakness in front of
the men, intolerant boors. “Men! No wonder she had
given up on them.” She shouted. Now her horse was her
sole companion. They were better endowed, did not
complain, and even smelled better!

By the time dusk arrived, the prospect of her belly
ride had restored Lorena’s spirit. She was still days
away from Rio and knew she might not get to do a full
three-day’s ride, the customs had taken several hours
longer than she had allowed for, but maybe they would
let her be strapped for the last two days of the Mardi
Gras. She would ride this year, regardless, she
insisted, even if she had to drive non-stop for days.
But sleep threatened to overwhelm her. The road was
lonely, a monotonous and desolate, brown dirt, ribbon,
cutting through the southern Brazilian pampas. After a
scare in which Lorena fell asleep at the wheel for a
few seconds, she concluded that she had to stop and
camp for the night.

The stars were already up when Lorena arrived at a
river crossing. Carefully, she drove her truck and
trailer off the side of the road to the riverbank and
sought a campsite. About a mile from the road, she
found a solitary, secluded, spot, idyllic, an island of
rain forest in the midst of the pampas. Still, Lorena
was wary in the midst of all that beauty. As she
lowered herself stiffly from the cab she tied on a gun
belt. A lone woman could not take any chances of being
caught, surprised by bandits.

The river was a lazy meandering brook that reflected
the tropical moon. Lorena removed her clothes and
stepped into the water being careful not to stray too
far away from her gun. She massaged her tortured
crotch. The water was cool and refreshing but she
hurried her ablutions; there are all manner of
creatures living in such streams.

Refreshed, Lorena walked naked back to her trailer,
with her clothes bundled under an arm. Her lover
waited, she knew. A quick glance around the surrounding
jungle indicated that she was still alone. She would
give her trusty friend a quick walk around before she
settled down for the night. She did not bother to put
any of her cloths on for this.

Turning her horse round in the trailer she then led him
out. He followed her quietly. Once on flat land she
leapt to his back and rode him slowly into the stream.
Then she proceeded down the water course away from the
road. Still clutching her gun she felt safe though
remained watchful. She had had a grate deal of training
with the weapon and would not hesitate to use it in an
instant. When she returned to the camp she washed Via
in river water and then led him into the trailer for
the night. Satisfied that all was still quiet, she shut
and secured the trailer door behind her.

Via stamped the trailer floor eagerly; he was ready.
Lorena smiled and started massaging her crotch.
Murmuring soothing remarks to her horse, she proceeded
to massage his protruding penis. Coaxing an erection.
The horse was well trained and eager. Lorena’s gentle
massaging and her oral ministrations soon resulted in
an erection of the usual massive proportions. Lorena
eagerly drank the drops of pre-cum that crowned the
glans. She did not wish to over exert her friend just
before he was about to go on display in the finest
carnival in all the World. She would only enjoy his
love for a short while, so that he could sleep after
the long journey. There would be more of the same
tomorrow.

Satisfied with the iron hard erection that ensued,
Lorena placed a couch under the horse’s belly and laid
down on it, facing Via. She guided the horse’s shaft
towards her crotch and pushed her torso forward. The
horse knew what to do and he thrust his hips forward
too. His shaft entered her brusquely, pushing a full
twenty five centimetres into her and pulling in her
engorged labia lips. Lorena grunted with pain, taking
every inch that the horse offered.

The horse’s penile head now pushed against her cervical
opening. It took Lorena’s muscles some time to adjust
but she knew this would not do, not for a belly rider.
She had accepted far more than that on numerous
occasions. It could just be the nerves of actually
going to Rio, specifically to belly ride. Lorena willed
herself further up the shaft though the pain in her
cervix became intense. The horse took a step forward
and a sharp, pang of pain tore through her abdomen;

Lorena was not a large woman and knew she had reached
bottom. She reached and touched the horse’s balls, so
near yet so far away from her crotch. Resigned to only
get just over a foot of horse meat inside her. Thus
pinned against the couch, she lay still as Via rocked
slowly in to her. She came several times before he did.
Pretty soon the shaft exited and entered her a full
twenty centimetres at a time, pulling and pushing at
her labia minora. The brutal pounding was both painful
and delightful. She was used to this treatment but her
body soon was covered in a sheen of sweat and her eyes
were shut tight with lust. She kept her legs spread
wide, grimacing with pain and pleasure.

Soon her first orgasm came and others followed,
exhausting her completely. Her crotch frothed and
driblets of horse semen ran to a pool forming on the
couch on which she lay. That could be cleaned later if
she decided to keep the couch the horse continued its
pounding, unceasing, rhythm; he was well trained. Thus
Lorena passed out, exhausted, under the horse’s brutal
onslaught. Lorena never felt the horse’s penis head
inside her, balloon to stupendous proportions as he
came inside her.

Once he had cum, his penis went limp but though it
reduced in size it did not retract. It stayed at its
full length but flaccid so that it curved gracefully
from his body to hers. The beast stood over Lorena
contented to let his head nod as he slept. The lady
slept under him, having dreams of grand marches and
wonderful, colourful displays. There was nothing
outside to distract either sleeper.

-=*=-

The following day, Lorena was woken by a cacophony of
noises, many of which she had never heard before. It
took a while to realise that it was just the singing of
the local bird population. She was going to getup from
the couch when she realised that Via was still fully
exposed and had not released her from his grip. She
reached between her legs and bending his penis a little
she was able to pull it out of her body. It felt soft
and warm in her hand. Very reassuring and a pleasant
reminder of the night before.

Lorena rose and went to the window to check for any
danger before she opened the door to the trailer. It
was quite light out side and so was time to move on.

After feeding and watering Via, Lorena went to the
river and bathed quickly. Then it was time for her own
food and as soon as that was finished she got the truck
and trailer back on the road. Another long day of
eating up the kilometres stood before her and so she
did not wish to hang around.

-=*=-

The day passed without event and at the end of it she
was another five hundred kilometres closer to her
destination. That night there was no river to bath in,
so she went without. There was enough water in the
trailer to cover for all the needs of both the horse
and herself, but she would have to stock up the next
day.

She would also have to buy fuel for the truck before
too many more trees went by her windscreen. She did not
take via to be her lover that night. She was too
exhausted to enjoy it and needed the extra rest. The
night passed quickly and it was long before she was
ready, that she found herself on the road again, behind
the wheel of her truck, pounding the dirt of the
mountain tracks.

However there was to be a change. She had only
travelled for about two hours when the little road
suddenly changed. It became a hard black surface. It
was much easier to travel and so she could go faster
than the fifty kilometres per hour that had been ruled
by her vehicle suspension. Eighty became easy so the
remaining eight hundred kilometres of the journey,
could be done in a single day. Towns and villages
passed more frequently as she drove. Fuel and water
were collected from different locations along the road,
which made Lorena feel much easier about the final part
of the journey.

The truck ground its way along easily now and so Lorena
was much more relaxed. Of course she was over-whelmed
with joy when shortly after dusk the road topped a
small mountain and she saw the sea and Rio on the
shore. Its lights shining in the dark. Life felt good
again and the last few hills and valleys went by before
she was aware.

When she rolled up to the gates of the Samba School she
was welcomed with a small celebration and soon all was
arranged for her and her horse. They both had a very
contented night. Lorena had arrived with a whole day
clear before the start of the festival. She would have
ample time to prepare her costume, what there was of it
and to dress Via as a belly rider’s horse should be
dressed. This year the house colours were red and
orange. Colours of heat and passion. Very appropriate
thought Lorena as she drifted off to sleep. Her
dreaming started soon after. It was filled with roads
and passing people who were unable to give her
directions as she got more and more lost, on an
imaginary journey that resembled the one she had just
completed.

Late in the night she awoke and went to find a place to
relieve herself. Afterwards her sleep was much more
peaceful. The following day she awoke late. It did not
matter as the making of her costume was a simple
matter. All the modifications had already been made to
her harness and Via had a new set of bridle and reins,
that she had commissioned from a local worker. Lorena
would have to braid ribbons and things into Via’s main
and tail but that would be done on the morning of the
march. Her own hair would also have to be done but
someone else would do it so that it would look just
right. This meant that she could spend her time helping
anyone who needed it.

She ended up sewing sequins and gold filigree, by the
metre, to what seemed like thousands of metres of
brightly coloured cloth. All of it, as “blow away” as
the finest silk. The work seemed to be never ending. No
sooner had one piece been finished than someone came up
with another thing to be completed. Lorena enjoyed the
work not because it was thrilling work but it gave her
a sense of being a part of the community instead of an
outsider. She had helped in this manner every year that
she had travelled to attend the great celebration.

She worked long into the night and eventually went to
sleep at the sewing machine. Some one carried her to
her bed and made her comfortable. Others took care of
Via for her and everything seemed to run very smoothly.
It did not go totally without hitch but Lorena was not
aware of any major problems.

On the first day of Mardi Gras, Lorena awoke with a
head ache. It was not a bad pain but it was enough to
put her into a not particularly good mood. She went in
search of something to eat and then went to minister to
Via. She knew that she should have seen to the horse
first but that was the way she was feeling today. Via
though had already been fed and watered. He had also
been groomed and looked in peek condition. He snorted
as Lorena approached. She knew he was pleased to see
her, as she was to see him.

“Well my fine friend today is the day. I hope you feel
better than I do. I just hope my head gets better
before I have to start the ride this afternoon.” Lorena
talked to the animal for a few minutes before going out
to get some fresh air. She would not have long to
herself, to do as she pleased, because of the
preparations that still needed to be arranged.

The breather seemed to do a world of good and it was
not long before Lorena went back to Via to start
arranging his decorations. She braided his tail into
plats and interwove bright orange and red ribbons. Then
she platted his main with red and gold resting
individual plats alternately on either side of his
neck. This took nearly an hour before it looked
acceptable. Then the harness was placed over the
horse’s back and strapped into place. All the straps
and buckles were checked to make sure that they would
not cause any discomfort.

The animal would have to ware the harness for the next
three days, and a little bit, so Lorena wanted to make
quite sure that he would not rub sores and blisters.
Then the bridle and rein was added. It was made of
leather but was completely covered in bright red
quilting to give it a softer warmer touch. By now most
of the morning was spent. It was time for Lorena to
prepare herself for the event. She went to a room where
she knew there were some women organising hair stiles
for the belly riders.

Lorena waited her turn and then let herself be
subjected to a similar treatment to that which she had
just given Via. She was made to strip naked and then
sit in front of a mirror for an hour while her hair was
combed, platted, coloured and arranged. Beads and
sequins were threaded on to individual strands. Then
her face was painted to look like a devil with red eye
lids and cheeks. Her breasts and legs were treated the
same way until she hardly recognised herself. But she
had to admit she did look the part. A lady devil who
would be riding her horse for sex.

When all was done she went out to see her steed. He had
been given one or two additions since she had last seen
him. He now sported blood tipped horns on his forehead
and his coat was stained red to match her own skin
colour. This would be most impressive if all the belly
riders were treated on a similar vain. Lorena looked
around at the others who were preparing for the march.
They all seemed to be enjoying the event and yes they
all seemed to be taking on the parts of hells denizens.

The afternoon was well on its way by now and it was
time to be strapped into the saddle. Lorena went to
find a sip of water to freshen her mouth before
actually being tied down. Once that was done she would
not be released for the whole three days of the
celebration. The water tasted good and she was tempted
to have more but she refrained, knowing that to do so
would cause her additional pain later.

Arriving back at Via’s side Lorena found five strapping
men waiting for her. They had taken the sling part of
the harness, that she would be riding in, and laid it
on the ground. She was instructed to lie on the sling
and then it was lifted with her in it, by four of the
men while the fifth went round the horse fastening the
straps that would support her weight.

Finally the underside of the sling was brushed off and
her legs and arms were strapped to the horse’s sides.
This would be her lot for the next sixty hours or more.
Once the last buckle was tight, the five men went off
laughing and cracking jokes. None of the amusement was
directed at her, for which Lorena was grateful. She was
just left to hang in the balance and await the next
stage of the preparations. A young lad was fussing
around with another horse not far away. He seemed to be
painting its legs. Lorena watched him not really taking
in what it was that he was doing. She did notice that
the horse also had its rider strapped in position.
After a few minutes the boy finished his art work and
he stood up and stretched a bit. Then he took the
horse’s rein and led the animal into the courtyard.

Shortly afterwards the lad returned and taking Via’s
rein he led Lorena out to the yard to join the other
riders. Now for the first time Lorena was able to see
all of the riders together. There were eight and they
were all coloured red, hanging under red horse’s that
all had blood stained horns. One or two of the ladies
talked to each other but none spoke to Lorena. Lorena
did not try to make conversation, she was far too
nervous.

She had not been there long before another man
appeared. Immediately all the chatter stopped. The man
greeted the ladies collectively and then set to his
task. He knelt down by the first horse and produced,
from a bag, a syringe. Testing that all the air was out
of the contraption he injected the horse’s penile
pouch, and then moved on to the next animal. All eight
animals received this treatment. But it was not over
yet.

Lorena watched the first animal to see the reaction to
the initial injection. It did not take long. The penis
started to protrude and slowly extended to its full
length. The penis was a fleshy pink in colour with
black and brown markings. It hung limply for a while
and then started to stiffen. Lorena watched fascinated.
She knew that the same thing would be happening to Via.
She would feel the result of it in a moment. It was
what she had been longing for since she was a little
girl.

The man returned to the first horse just in time. If he
had been much later the penis would have been too stiff
to bend and thus could not be forced into the expectant
rider. He took the end of the thickening member and
gently bending it, he introduced the head to the
rider’s vagina. It slipped in easily and as the penis
continued to stiffen, gained grater and grater depth.
The rider said nothing as she was engulfed by her
sexual passion.

The attendant moved on to the second horse and repeated
the process, with the same results. Each horse was
treated the same way and Lorena watched all the while.
She was the seventh to be administered to. Of course
she could not see what the man did to Via, but she felt
every millimetre of Via as he pushed into her body. Now
she though, she was ready.

There was one last thing to do before all was in
readiness. A second injection was administered to each
horse to make him retain his erection. It would last
for the first six hours or so of the event. Other
injections would be supplied as and when they were
needed. Lorena had brought enough of the drug that she
used on Via to give fourteen injections. It would be
quite sufficient for the duration required.

After a short time of final checks and arrangements,
the gates were opened and the cavalcade was led out by
the float. Lorena was not really thinking about what
was going on. Her mind was fare away with a little girl
who had spent nearly twenty years to achieve this aim.
As she was moved along under Via, she could feel the
rhythmic thrust of the horse as his every step caused
his engorged penis to enter and then retreat from her
over stretched vagina. Over stretched it may be but
that was only by human standards. It was a comfortable
fit for a horse, and Lorena found it comfortable too.

The sensation was something that she was very used to
and it was what she wanted to be doing more than any
other. This was the beginning of the granting of her
life’s ambition. From now on she would aim to attend
this parade every year. Maybe in the future she would
ride with her daughter in attendance or even with her
daughter as an additional rider. Perhaps with her aunt
Elizabet also riding, they could have three generations
ride together.

Suddenly there was a loud shout from a crowd. Lorena
was brought out of her thoughts to find herself being
led down a cobbled street with a multitude of people on
either side. They were laughing and singing and dancing
as they watched the riders walk by. Many pointed and
whistled at the riders, picking out one individual to
favour with their attentions. Some of the young men
made explicit signs at the ladies, as they passed slung
under their horses. Others chose to walk along side and
request sexual favours.

Most of the requests were in jest but some where of a
genuine nature. Lorena tried to pay attention to what
was going on about her, but the continuous
ministrations of Via’s penis to her tender loins drew
her mind back to the imminent orgasm that was about to
take her. As she succumbed to the hormones raging
through her body she heard, as if from a distance,
another loud shout from the crowd. This would be the
scene throughout the three days.

This had been the first orgasm of the day for Lorena,
but it was not to be her last. In between them,
however, she would get a chance to see the world of
Mardi Gras from the sideways and very low angle of the
belly rider. Every time a rider appeared to reach a
climax the people lining the street would cheer. This
was really just an increase in the level of noise that
they made all the time. The shouts, cries and whistles
came from the spectators, and the music, bells and
drumming in general came from the paraders. Other
noises were of dogs barking, horses neighing, bangs
that sounded like pistol shots, but were really fire
works, car horns and other sounds that could not be
distinguished amid the din.

A man came over to Lorena as she rode by and opening
his trousers he extracted his penis and waved it at
her. He was shouting something as he did so but Lorena
could not hear. She shouted back at him, knowing full
well what it was that he wanted. His actions had made
that clear. He crouched down and crawled along close to
Lorena so that she could hear his request the second
time.

“Please.” He shouted, “Will you rub my penis for good
luck. I have been trying to make my wife pregnant for
three years now and had no luck. I am sure you would
bring me luck” Lorena pointed out that her hands were
tied and that she could do nothing at the time. The man
looked crest fallen and stopped dead in the road as
Lorena was forced further and further away by the
constant stride of her mount.

This was not to be the last such request or the last
time a man had his request rejected through no fault of
the rider. Lorena came again, to a loud cheer and then
carried on observing the crowds that she passed. There
were all sorts of people. Young and old, ugly and
attractive. It could make a very good parade if one was
seeking a mate. One would never find a grater variety
of possible contenders of either sex. This though was
not Lorena’s requirement. She had her mate and would
not need another as long as he lived.

About an hour into the march Via had his first
ejaculation. He had been dancing rather than walking
for a while now as though he was walking on glass and
each step made him jump. It was usually an indication
of imminent discharge. The dancing motion only added to
Lorena’s own heightened sexual arousal. As she tried to
concentrate on the feeling of the horse’s member inside
her body, she also rose to a fevered pitch and her
orgasm coincided with Via’s massive climax. She felt
the head swell inside her and then it shot its sperm
deep into her womb. There were several spurts. After
the second Lorena was so full of the sticky semen that
it shot out of her vagina, backwards between Via’s
legs.

There was a tremendous cry from the crowd with wolf
whistles and cat calls as the white juice splattered
across the road. It was the first of many and Lorena
was not the only rider to go through the experience.

Soon after, Lorena and the seven other belly riders
were led into the square that had been selected for the
first rest area. Horses were watered and the majority
of the clan went to get some form of refreshment.
Lorena was offered a drink of water which she took a
sip from but did not actually require. She had only
wanted to moisten her mouth.

When the boy returned from his own rest, Lorena asked
him to release her arms. He looked round as though
looking for someone to request permission. Lorena
chided him and he set to freeing the straps. Now Lorena
would be able to grant some favours to the men who
asked her. She had not liked to see the crest fallen
expression of the man she had had to deny.

The march got under way again and the same sort of
events filled the next hour. It was a sequence that was
repeated slowly over and over. Walk cum, walk cum, etc.
etc. Lorena did not mind. If she could spend the rest
of her life in constant orgasm she gladly would.
However there were times in between the orgasms that
required something to attract ones attention. As soon
as another man came over to request a favour, Lorena
was happy to oblige, From now on she would do what ever
she could to satisfy the watching crowds.

She could not give oral ministrations but her hands
were free to do what ever was required, as long as she
could reach. Once the first person found his wish
fulfilled others followed suit and it was not long
before Lorena had a line of men and a few women
following her, looking for services. She did what she
could within her confines and between her own moments
of total elation. Even the act of satisfying a fellow
human gave her some considerable stimulation. If only
her Mother and Father had been alive to see her now.

Her Mother would certainly have been proud. As the line
of waiting customers grew, other riders asked for their
arms to be released. It was not long before all eight
of the riders were bestowing favours as and when
requested. Lorena was thankful, there was no way that
she alone could have complied with every supplication.
Her own orgasms became almost back stage to what she
was doing for other people.

Not every person was able to cum at Lorena’s beck and
call. Indeed not every person wished to achieve a
climax. For many it was enough to have been treated by
a rider. Those that did cum were thankful to the
extreme.

Most of the men seemed to direct their jets of sperm
toward Lorena herself. Sometimes they would strike her
with their creamy white fluid, others would miss
altogether or it would land on Via’s underbelly and
then trickle down onto Lorena’s breasts and stomach.
She realised that at the end of three days she would be
covered with several layers of dried male sexual juice.
A long bath would be required at the end of the third
day.

The end of the first day came long before Lorena was
ready. She had been enjoying herself so much she had
not noticed the passage of time and was quite surprised
when she was led into the Samba School’s private
compound. The crowds of followers were left behind and
all suddenly fell quiet. Most of the group of people
who made up the exhibition went quickly to their beds.

The horses were led into the stables and after feeding
and watering they too were left to sleep quietly, their
respective riders still in place, slung under the
animal’s body. The only thing that was done was that
each animal was again injected to keep the stiff
erection in place through out the night. This was the
fourth injection so far.

Lorena’s right hand ached a little. She massaged her
joints to ease the tension, and then interlocking her
fingers across her stomach, she relaxed and tried to
gain a few hours rest. All the other riders were
similarly stabled and soon the only sound was that of
horse and rider softly breathing in unison. It was the
early hours of the morning. First light would be in a
short while and a new day would start with this dawn.

As hard as she may try, Lorena could not relax. She was
a little disturbed at having her fun cut off at such
short notice. There was nobody to talk to as even Via
seemed to be contentedly dreaming of what ever horses
dream of. This was extremely frustrating. There was
only one thing to do that could relax her. Reaching
down to her mound she started to rub at her clitoris.
She remembered the first time she had ever done this.
She had been twelve and had suddenly found the pleasure
of orgasm. From then on it had become a nightly ritual
unless she was dog tired.

The first time she had tried it while coupled to a
horse, the resulting climax had almost made her head
explode. She had hardly even started before it was
finished. The shock had been enough to make her scream,
and several people had run to see if she was all right.
Of course she had been, but she resolved to bight her
tongue the next time.

This night just the opposite applied. She could not get
satisfaction, no matter how hard she rubbed. She ended
up waking Via from his repose which made it worse. She
also awoke a number of the other horses and maybe some
of the riders.

A dog that had been sleeping in the corner of the
stables came over to her and nuzzled her breast.
Concentrating hard on her clitoris she did not notice
the animals licks. He continued his inquisitive
exploration of her body and eventually found her
exposed buttocks and vagina, complete with penetrating
horse member. The dog continued to lick, fascinated by
the strange taste that was so like a bitch on heat but
different. His tongue slipped around Via’s thick penis
at the point where it entered Lorena’s vagina,
stimulating both horse and rider.

The intrusive tongue licked all around the anal
sphincter hidden between the curvaceous hind quarters
of the woman. The more it licked the more Lorena wanted
it to penetrate her. Suddenly her vagina was producing
love juice to extreme. It was running out of her and
down between her buttocks. The dog licked more
intently. This was what she had wanted. Lorena felt her
climax build and then explode, filling her head with
bliss. The dog continued to lick but his work was done.
Lorena was able to relax and finally drift off to
sleep.

The second day was much the same as the first had been,
except there were no preparations. Make up was touched
up and then on the road again. Lorena was beginning to
feel quite thirsty, so she indulged in a short drink.
Water was all she had but she found it enough. She did
not need any alcohol to boost her. As the day passed
though she did find that she required more and more to
drink. She was accosted by numerous men again, all
vying for her favours. She did what she could,
satisfying most, but she was getting bored with it.

Her eleventh customer was a woman. She had almost no
clothing on and requested that Lorena service her.
Lorena was only too glad to comply. Here was the change
she had been looking for. She reached out to touch the
woman’s body, and ran her hand over the soft and smooth
skin. The woman was fit and quite nicely shaped, a flat
stomach and round hips at the top of shapely legs. Her
smile was fetching and Lorena liked her instantly. The
pubic mound had been recently shaved but was now
showing a fine dark stubble.

Lorena slipped her fingers in between the girl’s legs
and fondled the two fleshy lips that hid there. Then
she inserted her middle finger and using her thumb
started to rub the clitoris that hid at the front of
the vaginal slit. The woman was moist inside and the
stimulation made her even wetter. Lorena introduced a
second finger to the vagina and tried to reach the
girl’s anus with another finger. It was then that the
girl had her orgasm. She was almost unable to walk from
the sexual spasms that raked her body.

Stumbling and staggering along she was just able to
keep up with the horse that drew Lorena inexorably down
the road. Lorena was also turned on by the lesbian
encounter and had her own orgasm moments later. Her arm
went limp and contact was lost between the girl and
herself. That was another relationship that had to be
explored.

At the rest area Lorena had a deeper drink. Her thirst
was increasing and her throat was getting sore. Via
stuck his head in a bucket and downed a large quantity
of water. He was feeling the heat too. It was different
at home. There, there was a cool breeze that blew the
heat away, but here in the city the wind was blocked by
the tightly packed buildings. The heat stayed and just
increased as the day passed.

Two dogs ran by. One seemed to be chasing the other.
Lorena watched. The first dog stopped and waited for
the second. Then when he reached her the second dog
mounted the first and they copulated, he thrusting in
and out rapidly for a short while. Then they separated
and ran on. Lorena found it strange that the two had
not been locked together as was usually the case with
dogs. Maybe the dog had not been deep enough to get
tied before the bitch decided to move on. Again the
carnival moved on. It was not just dogs, and ladies
with horses having sex.

There were several couples engaging in intimate
relations along the street where the procession passed.
Some stood in corners, some stood in the open amongst
the crowds. Even some of the carnival caricatures
engaged with individual spectators and then had to run
to catch up with their own display team. At the second
rest area someone offered Lorena a bottle. She was in a
mood that now she did not care about staying sober. She
did not look to see what it was and took a deep
draught. She thought that she might choke but was able
to prevent it. The liquid was like fire as it ran down
her throat. It felt good as she took another mouth
full.

The person who had offered her the bottle told her to
keep it and walked off to find another. The liquid did
nothing for her at first but soon she was as happy as
she had ever been. As the parade moved along the final
leg of the second day, Lorena was singing and joking
with the other riders, just as everybody else had. By
the time they all reached the compound again the bottle
was empty. Lorena did not remember drinking it all but
she knew she had not let anyone else have it. It must
have slopped out of the bottle as she was walked along,
she mused as she fell asleep under the influence of the
tequila.

The head ache that ensued the next day made itself felt
mainly through the noises of what ever was going on
around Lorena. She was not used to strong drink, and
every sound throbbed in her head. She had steadfastly
stuck to wine as a drink with meals and had never had
anything stronger so this first taste was now like the
punishment from hell that the Sambas school was trying
to depict in their costumes. She tried to keep her eyes
shut as the light seemed to hurt as much as the sound
did.

Someone saw her agony and taking pity gave her a small
drink of something milky white that tasted of aniseed.
He said that it would ease the pain but Lorena was sure
that the world would crack her head open before she
ever recovered. However by the time the party was ready
to move again she felt quite a bit better, and was able
to join in with the revelry. There were the usual jokes
and laughs as they wend their way down the streets and
round the town. More people came to ask for hand
favours.

Lorena recognised the man who had first asked her on
day one, and she shouted to him waving her had to show
him that she was now free. He came over to her and she
gladly gave him the relief that she had not been able
to give the first time. At first he just walked along
beside her as she stroked his member but as the
erection grew stronger he started to turn to ward her
to allow her an easier and longer stroke. Being able to
reach him with only one hand was a handicap but it had
to do. She kept up a rapid pumping action and soon had
the satisfaction of feeling him tense for the
ejaculation. It shot out in large globs and landed on
her breasts and shoulder.

He was about to thank her and leave but Lorena did not
let him go. She continued to pump but more gently now.
His erection remained and he consented to try for a
second shot. After all he had missed it on the first
day. The second time took much longer but a result was
attained eventually. Before he went back to his loving
wife, Lorena touched her fingers to his newly produced
seed and put them to her lips. Then she blew him a
parting kiss and licked her lips.

The resultant smile on the man’s face was the size of a
bus as he disappeared back into the crowd. The two dogs
ran past. This time they ran side by side and nipped at
each other as they went. The job was obviously done and
the bitch had received her mate’s full load of sperm.
Lorena received Via’s sperm on several occasions, each
time shooting it into her deepest recess and the excess
being ejected from the tightly fitting union between
horse and woman, to land wasted on the street.

The woman’s orgasms took her mind from her work of
satisfying the men and women that required her
services, but only during the actual moment of climax.
She was given another bottle of something. It tasted
good so she drank it, not worrying about the effects it
would have tomorrow morning. She did not have anything
specific to do so if she was incapacitated it would not
change her plans. It only lasted part of the time and
she was given a bottle of something different to carry
on with. Every single person along the way was quite
happy with the effects of drink and the carnival but
Lorena did not notice as her own drunken state
increased. Many of the paraders were well intoxicated
but it did not seem to detract from the scene as they
all sang and danced as they were supposed to.

At one point a cracker went off right next to Via. The
frightened horse reared and bucked as he fort to try
and escape the noise. His hapless rider, tied in place,
could only go with him. The shaft of the equine penis
thrust deep into Lorena as the horse stood on its hind
legs. A splitting pain shot through her abdomen. She
wondered if this was to be the end of her. Had the
penis broken through into something vital. She knew
that some women had died while in the saddle this way.

The poor boy who was guiding them struggled to take the
horse under his control. As the horse came down the
penis retracted from the tender depths of Lorena’s
vagina, only to be thrust deep a second time as he
reared a again. He landed on all four feet and then
jumped and strutted. Each movement causing Lorena
additional pain. Several other people joined in with
the fighting animal while its legs flailed in the air.
Lorena was in real danger of being kicked in the head.
It could be fatal.

The antics of the frightened horse effected all the
other horses near by. The animal slowly quieted, his
motions reduced to wild struts. Finally he relented and
allowed himself to be led quietly. Those who had
witnessed the event were deeply relieved that the
episode was over, and those who had helped control Via
went back to their places. At last the group was able
to move on again. The end eventually came and the gate
to the Samba School was closed on the final day of the
carnival.

The horses were led into the stables and the people
went to their beds. Via had been given another
injection only two hours previous and his erection
would not subside for several hours yet to come. It had
been the fourth injection of the day and the eleventh
of the whole parade. In this time Lorena had not been
out of the harness that carried her and Via’s throbbing
Penis had been deeply thrust into her loins without
respite. He had only ejaculated into her seven times as
the injection not only increased the duration of the
erection but also delayed the inevitable climax. Lorena
on the other hand had had over fifty orgasms and had
fainted with thirteen of them.

She quickly fell asleep. The expense of energy and the
alcohol had both taken their toll. It was a wonderful
thing to have done, but now that it was over, she just
wanted to float into oblivion and rest. Then it would
be time to think about next year. As she drifted off
she was sure that next year would be better. Lorena
slept long into the morning. Via’s penis slipped out of
her as it shrank back to its normal size. This took
several hours to accomplish but as there were no
further injections to keep him fully erect, he empties
his bladder on the floor below her body. Lorena was
finally released.

Still asleep she was quite unaware of the huge penis’s
exit but the liquid in her bladder finally found an
open way out and she urinated in her sleep. Her deeply
yellow water joining with Via’s . It did not rush out
in one fast gush but slowly trickled out, dribbling
down over her anus and between her buttocks. The flow
was sustained for over fifteen minutes as the pressure
slowly subsided.

All of the riders seemed to have a problem retaining
their water. One woman was unstrapped from her horse
and as she was helped to stand, the urine flowed out
and down her legs. She was so embarrassed at not being
able to get to the appropriate facilities. The horses
also had a problem with water retention, some relieved
themselves onto their riders as they still hung under
the animal. The women all needed a bath, but this was
not what had been intended.

Lorena’s head ache was far worse that morning than it
had been on the previous day, but it was nothing that
some rest and a little food would not cure. Her
internal organs had survived the onslaught of the
horse’s fear and there was no real damage except a
little bruising. She had completed her first full belly
ride in public and achieved her ultimate ambition. Now
she could relax and take life as it came, or more to
the point as her horse came. The more frequent the
better. If she was able to ride again at the most
prestigious celebration in South America, all the
better, and if she could ride with her Daughter and
Aunt, that would be a crowning glory.

Jillian and Pomponio

Author note & Disclaimer:

Potential Belly Riders please read this before the
story. Thanks This is a story of fiction and has no
relationship to anyone living or dead. The places are
fictitious though the town names are real. All copy
rights are held by the authors and permission must be
sought before alterations may be made to any part of
this tail.

As many people may or may not be interested I feel that
I should explain some of the difficulties involved in
carrying out a ride such as this story portrays. There
are many hazards and the activity can and has at times
proved fatal. A horses penis is generally in the region
of sixty centimetres long, that is two feet for those
of you who do not understand metres.

Some are longer and some are shorter to within about
eight centimetres. (Three inches) if one was to measure
the distance between the human vagina and the
diaphragm, it would be found to vary between about
twenty five and thirty five centimetres. (ten and
fourteen inches) obviously these two readings do not
coincide.

If a horse penis enters the human female’s body with
too much force or goes in too deep it can and probably
will rupture something vital. If it is your heart
chamber or your liver it will kill you instantly. Your
intestine or stomach will result in long slow and
painful death.

If you wish to try to belly ride, or make love to a
horse any other way, be extremely careful, and if you
can, have a friend close by to help you, and look after
you, and your horse. there are many sights on the net
which will give good advice about loving horses and
they give some of the conditions and pitfalls that
surround this activity.

Jillian can give some advice on this matter and has had
experience with horses though she has never ridden in
the manner as stated in this story. She is however
doing research into the techniques and hopes to provide
the net with her findings soon. She has also written a
ten chapter semi-fiction about how she began horse
love, during the second world war.

She is now nearly seventy five years old and will not
be riding in the future, much as she would like to. If
you wish for more information on this subject, or
copies of her stories, Jillian will be more than happy
to guide you for as long as she lasts on this planet,
age not withstand.

Belly riding was sometimes a part of a Samba School’s
parade in Rio, during the fifties. We do not know when
it started or how. It was stopped by the Brazilian
government when it was found that some of the riders
were dying of excessive penetration. I have heard much
speculation about what went on and the possible side
activities that could stem from this. As authors it is
our duty to try to keep a story within a set of
reasonable limits. Therefore the story is set to what
we as authors can take as truly plausible and not what
could have been in the wild fantasy mind of a
psychopath. Both authors will continue to study this
matter to the best of their ability and if amendments
are due they will be posted on this news group…you as
a reader may e-mail the authors direct if you so wish.

All I wish to say now on behalf of Pomponio and myself
is happy reading and safe sex to you all.

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