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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 un