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Riding Barebutt

   By Cassie



   "Please don't leave me."

   "Trish!  I'm not leaving you," Logan Wilcox protested.

   "Stay here, please don't go away."

   "Now babes, we've talked about this, I have to go."

   "But why?" Trish Miller asked.  "And why so far away?"

   This was their last night together before he left for a summer-long
internship.  The couple had been, sitting on one of the tables in a picnic
pavilion, kissing passionately.  They had been rubbing and fondling each
other while they enjoyed wine and crackers.

   "Why do you have to go so far away?  Why all summer?" she repeated.

   He gazed into her eyes, kissed the tip of her nose and said,
"Sweetheart, I was selected out of five hundred candidates to participate
in this work/study camp, I have to go.  It's an honor."

   "Why?"

   "Do you have any idea what working along side Dr.  Watson Coldsmith will
do for my career?  My future.  Our future.  The man is a genius.  He is
phenomenal.  I want to be part of that.  I want my name linked with his and
see it printed in all the history books.  Besides, one word from him and
I'm into the best veterinary school there is.  His alma mater.  Admission
to the least appealing school is hard.  I have the grades for the best, but
I need an edge.  I need Coldsmith's endorsement." Logan kissed the top of
her head.  His hand cupped one of her breasts.

   "You can learn what you need in a veterinary school near here."

   "It's not the same.  Dr.  Coldsmith will give me the references I need.
I'm doing this for us.  Don't you want me to open up my own practice?" he
asked.  Not waiting for an answer, he continued, "Besides, it's only for
three months.  It'll be over before you know it."

   "No, it won't!  Three months?  That's practically forever without you
here.  Besides, you're going to meet another girl and I'm going to lose
you." She started to sob.

   Logan pulled her into his arms and held her close.  "No, you're not
going to lose me.  I'll be to busy studying anyway and counting the days
until I can return to you." She continued to weep.  "Trish, don't you
understand that as much as I want to do this, I'm worried sick that I'm
going to lose you?"

   "Me?" She looked at him.  "Lose me?  I only want you."

   "Baby, we're pretty sexually active.  Let's face it, you're one hot
woman and you have needs.  A lot of them horny needs." He chuckled and
kissed her now frowning lips.  "I'm afraid with me gone and you not having
my dick to play with, you're going to look for a replacement."

   "Logan Wilcox!" Trish exclaimed.  "I wouldn't do that.  I love you!"

   He smiled.  "I'm sure you believe that, but Trish baby, you do like to
fuck."

   "Only with you lover, only you.  It has to be you."

   "Well, I had a present made especially for you.  Something to make
things a lot better for you while I'm away."

   Her eyes narrowed as she studied his face.  "What could you possibly buy
me that would take the place of you?"

   "Close your eyes while I get it out of the trunk."

   "Wait!  I know what it is." Her eyes danced with mischief.  "A
vibrator!"

   "Better than that."

   "What could be better than a vibrator?  I mean, if I can't have the real
thing."

   "Close your eyes, you'll see," Logan said.

   "Why do I have to close my eyes?  Can't you hide it behind your back?"

   "Nope.  Much too big.  Now close those big brown eyes."

   She grinned, then did as he asked.  She listened though, hearing the
trunk open on the car.  She heard him grunt once.

   "Wait until I have it ready, babes.  Don't peek."

   Trish could hear him dragging her present, it sounded heavy.  She was
excited.

   "Keep your eyes closed until I'm ready to unveil it."

   "Unveil it?"

   "Patience my love." A few moments later, he called out, "Open them!"

   She did and was staring at a large covered object about three feet high
at one end, then it dipped down to two feet.  "Logan, what is that?"

   "Are you ready?"

   "Yes."

   "Vwa-la!" he said as he yanked off the sheet.

   Trish gasped.  It was a gray stuffed rocking horse, with a long white
mane and tail.  Her mind reeled.  He'd bought her a toy?  A child's
plaything?  She couldn't believe her eyes.

   "What do you think?" he asked, grinning apparently pleased with his
gift.

   "Logan, that's a rocking horse for a kid.  I'm not five years old."

   "It does look innocent, doesn't it?"

   "Honey, I love you, but you've lost it.  That is a toy."

   "Oh it's a toy all right," he said with a big goofy grin.  "It's a big
play thing just for you.  And when you ride it, you can think of me."

   Her thoughts raced.  Then she understood the meaning of the gift. 
"Awwww, you bought me a horse to remind me of my stallion who will soon be
a veterinarian.  That is so sweet."

   "Nope, my love, that's not exactly the reason for the gift."

   "It's not?" Trish asked.  "Then why?"

   "Well, I found out about this special horse's existence and it's special
features, during my studies about equine.  It was created originally as a
gag gift for someone," Logan said.  "A very naughty gag gift."

   "Naughty?" she repeated.  "How can a rocking horse be naughty?  It's a
toy for Christ's sake!"

   "Take off your panties."

   "What!" she gasped.  "I will not!"

   "Let me show you something, this will make you change your mind." Logan
knelt by the horse and tugged on the tail.  It popped off revealing an
attached vinyl dildo, which he held up for her to look at.

   Her mouth dropped open.

   "Now it's a bit fancied up, but I think you'll be satisfied with this."

   She stared at the object in his hand.  It was made to look exactly like
a cock, enlarged, with veins, and was even a bit crooked.

   "Close your mouth babe, you're drooling."

   Trish blinked.

   "Now with a twist, the tail detaches from the dildo.  You put the tail
back where it belongs, until you're ready to hide your play toy."

   Finally recovering some of her senses, she cleared her throat.  "So you
bought me a dildo and a fancy horse holder for it.  I don't know how to
tell you this, Logan, but I already have a dildo.  The horse is nice, but
come on sweetheart."

   "The horse is not a dildo holder, it's a bit more special than that."

   "Oh?"

   "You see right under this saddle is a spring latch, hit it and the
saddle pops open." Logan demonstrated as he talked.  "A twist here and the
saddle comes off.  So it's out of your way when you ride."

   Trish leaned over to see a hole.  "I'm almost afraid to ask, but out of
my way for what?"

   "Slip this bad boy into the hole, like this, twist it and you're ready."

   "Ready?" Then his meaning hit her like a ton of bricks.  "Ewww!  I'm to
fuck the horse?"

   "Well baby cakes, you're not fucking the horse, it's really a fancy form
of masturbation." Logan grinned from ear to ear, obviously pleased with
himself.  "You'll have a nice soft comfy seat as you ride to your heart's
content.  Take your panties off and try it!"

   "No!"

   "Come on, please Trish."

   "I'm not doing that in front of you."

   "Please, for me, I'm going to be gone for months." He stood up and took
her in his arms.  "Please, just try it.  I want to watch."

   "I'll feel stupid."

   "You'll look lovely.  Besides, you have on your skirt, just slip off
your panties and have a seat."

   She eyed the horse and studied the dildo already feeling the moisture
building between her legs.

   "You know you want to try it.  Come on babe, try it, see how it fits."

   Her resistance was fading.  Her curiosity and desire was rising.

   "Come on, you know you want to," he cajoled.

   She wanted to, very much so.  Without another thought, not caring if
anyone showed up to enjoy the warm weather, she slipped off her panties,
and straddled the equipped rocking horse.  She took the dildo in one hand,
moved her body so her pussy rubbed against its head, just as she did when
she was on top of Logan.

   "Maybe you should use this lube," he said as he offered her the tube.

   "Don't need it," she said and lowered herself.  The dildo filled her as
she came to a stop on top of the padded horse.

   He chuckled as all the conflicting expressions cross her face.  "Feels
good doesn't it?"

   "It's filling," she said as she began to make the horse rock.  She
grabbed a handful of mane in one hand and the tail with the other and set
the horse in motion.  "Undo my skirt, it's a wraparound, I'm getting a bit
warm."

   He did as she requested and watched her rock back and forth, almost
becoming a blur as she made it move.

   "Oh baby!" she squealed.  "Oh-h-h-h-h yes-s-s-s-s-s."

   He unzipped his pants and stroked his penis, watching her.  As she
moaned, he pumped.  When she threw back her head, gyrating violently and
shaking her long hair, he shot cum across the concrete floor.  They both
breathed heavily.

   She stood unsteadily as if to dismount.

   He wiped off the head of his cock with his hanky before putting it back
and zipping up.

   "Well hun, what do you think?" Logan asked.

   Her eyes appeared glassy as she said, "I need another ride." With that,
she lowered herself and the air filled with a squelching noise.  Before she
started, she unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it.  Next, she unclasped her
bra and sailed it through the air.  This time, she used her legs and humped
the dildo.

   He watched her toes grasp the concrete floor.  The hollow in her legs
was pronounced as she bounced up and down on the horse.  Her body was
covered with a sheen and her upper lip had beads of sweat.  She appeared to
be concentrating on obtaining satisfaction.

   This time, Trish was taking her time.

   Captivated by the vision of his naked girlfriend, Logan moved in to kiss
the back of her neck.  He made sure he gave her room as he slipped two of
his fingers in the front of her pussy, working them.  He rubbed her clit
and she brought an arm around to pull him close to her.

   He kissed around to the front of her neck and continued down to suck on
one of her nipples, keeping with her rhythm, bobbing up and down.

   She stopped and said, "Fuck me now, please."

   "Your wish is my command," he said.  "Bend over the picnic table."

   She quickly rose and did so, spreading her legs.  "Hurry Logan, I need
to feel you deep inside of me."

   "Yes baby." He rubbed his hands all over her bare butt, as he got into
position.  First, he kissed both ass cheeks, pinched them, before he left a
trail of butterfly kisses up her back.  His fingers played deep within her.

   She moaned and thrust back against his hand.

   He leaned back, moved her legs wider apart.  Taking his cock, he rubbed
it up and down against her pussy lips; teasing her with it.

   She squirmed.

   When he entered her, he did so completely in a single quick push, and
withdrew slowly before thrusting fully into her again.

   He reached around her and grabbed her breasts as he kissed her shoulders
and neck.  His hot breath washed over her and she met each of his thrusts.

   His cock rubbed against her G-spot.

   She moaned and pushed back against him as her orgasm took over.

   "That's it baby, cum for me," he cooed in her ear.

   "Oh my, oh my, oh yes." She inserted her fingers into her pussy and
rubbed his cock with her nail tips, bringing on his climax.  They finished
almost at the same time.

   Later wrapped in a blanket, they sat under the stars.

   Trish asked, "Where did you get that wonderful present?"

   He chuckled.  "Remember the old guy who was the teacher's aid in
chemistry?"

   "You're kidding!" she exclaimed.  "That grouch who yelled at everyone?
He told you where to find a horse like that?"

   "Nope, Nathan showed me one he'd made for someone else.  Then he made
this one horse for me, for us."

   "That old crank, Nathan?  Is that his name?  He makes erotic horses?"

   "Yes he does.  He might snap at everyone and constantly complain, but
boy does he have a great imagination," Logan said.  "It's a shame more
people don't give him a chance, he's quite the craftsman."

   "Who'd have thought."

   "Well, I think it's time to get you home.  Before your dad has the cops
after me."

   They loaded the car with the picnic supplies.  She supervised him
putting her present back together.  Learning how it was assembled.  The
dildo was safely hidden inside and the saddle back in place, before
carefully placing it back into the trunk.

   "Don't hurt him now."

   "He'll be fine.  How are you going to get the horse up the stairs to
your room?  It's heavy."

   "I'll ask daddy to carry it upstairs."

   "Your father!"

   "Yep."

   "Just make sure I'm out of sight when you do.  If that dildo falls out,
he'll have three months to calm down before I get back."



   **************



   They kissed passionately and said good-bye, wrapped in each other's
arms.

   "I'll call you as soon as I can."

   "You better," Trish said as she wiped away a new batch of tears.

   "You'll have Rocky to keep you company, and I'll return to you as soon
as the camp is over."

   "You better."

   One last kiss and Logan got into his car and drove away.

   The front door opened and Mr.  Miller walked out onto the porch.  "Come
on in princess, it's getting late."

   "Yes daddy.  Can you carry my present from Logan up to my room?"

   "Of course sweetheart.  A hobby horse!" he exclaimed when he saw it. 
"What was that boy thinking?"

   "I think it's sweet, daddy," Trish said as she grinned.  She hoped the
tail didn't fall off as her father maneuvered it up the narrow stairs.  She
could just imagine his face if the dildo fell out and bounced down the
steps.

   "That boy needs help."

   "Oh daddy, it's the thought that counts."































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