Unknown - Pony girl

"What was he like in those days?"

"Who? Oh, your father. He was a good-looking man. Still is. Oh yes, I always thought he was good-looking. Roland Hanson, son of one of the first family of Swedes in this district. With his family's canning business to inherit, I couldn't believe that that good-looking well-off man was interested in ME! Course I was pretty then," her eyes became clouded again, as if a cloud were passing over her mind.

"Momma, WHY did you tell him?" Lena got up and stood over her mother. Mrs. Hanson didn't move. Lena shook her by the shoulders.

"Mother! Why did you tell him?"

"Tell him what? Tell who?" Mrs. Hanson raised her worn and weary face to the bright eyes of her daughter. Wisps of her thinning grey hair fell in her face.

"Father! About my period!"

"Honey, I thought he ought to know. You know I have to tell him everything," her mother's voice became vague.

"I hate you! I hate you for telling him!" Lena screamed and she ran out of the kitchen slamming the back door behind her.

Mrs. Hanson looked after her in astonishment. She heard Lena's heavy steps across the yard and then the sound faded. She must have gone into the barn, thought Mrs. Hanson. She turned back to her kitchen table and stared at the unwashed cups and plates on the dirty tablecloth.

When Lena left the house she ran across the yard scattering the chickens, past the barn, across the driveway and out into the pasture. Her father had let the cows out early that morning, and they had already worked their way to the far corner. She kept running past them. It was only when she got to the top of the wooded rise that divided their land that she stopped running. She walked across the field being plowed for spring planting. The dark earth lay in broken furrows; the hard dark earth lying in freshly turned clumps. This field would be wheat.

She reached the far field that was being left to lie fallow for a season. The short spiky husks of the stalks of last summer's corn stubbled this field. At the end of this field she saw the stallions running across the land.

Her father's stallions were beauties. Tall, proud creatures, strong as oxen and very fast, her father had paid a king's ransom for them. He loved to ride but didn't have time to ride them everyday, so he had hired one of the neighbor boys, Brad King, to exercise them.

Lena watched Brad now, riding the back of one of the stallions, Black Pride. The other animal, Red Beauty, was running free alongside. Brad, on top of his horse, looked like a toy figure in the distance. He was waving one arm and shouting or singing something. She watched them ride by across her horizon.

The days passed very slowly now. Life was like a burden to her. Everyday she woke with a sick feeling in her stomach to face a lifeless kind of life, of not speaking to her father, while doing his bidding in the house, barely speaking to her mother, whose silent hurt look made Lena hate herself even more. The best part of the day was going to sleep and the worst part was waking up. Every waking moment was spent dreading her father's next attack.

And he did attack again. He caught her from behind in the kitchen the next Sunday when her mother was out at church. Father and daughter both refused to go to church. Lena had figured if she stayed in the house he wouldn't try to touch her, but she was wrong.

With his arms around her waist he dragged her outside across the yard to the barn. Her screams and cries of dismay made him laugh, and as she beat on his head as hard as she could with her fists he only laughed more. His head dodged her fists as if they were flies.

"Okay, my beauty, I know you've been waiting for this." He threw her down on a dank pile of straw.

He stood over her grinning. His face was unshaven and his teeth blackened with snuff and tobacco juice. His lips were split and dry. He brought his thick tongue out over the lips and softened them. He pulled out his pants and brought out his cock.

She stared at the pink raw thing, pointed like a spear, and the huge balls that bulged under them. She lay on the straw panting from fear.

At his next move, which was to fall on her, she scrambled to her feet. He got up as quickly and then they stood there, facing each other across a milk pail like two wrestlers sizing each other up. The barn door was behind her and she wondered if she could run for it.

She didn't have time to think for he took her by surprise with his fist in her jaw which sent her sprawling. Once she was down he kicked her in the cunt and she lay there writhing in pain.

He left her and went and got a harness from one of the stallion's stalls. Before she knew it she found he was tying her up to a post in the barn with the straps of the bit around her face.

When he had her tied down so that she couldn't move, he ripped her dress off and just stared for awhile at her large white tits and the brown nipples that hung on the ends of them. He walked up to her and pressed his cock into her tits. She writhed with revulsion.

Then he pressed his cock into her mouth. She screamed and tried to shake her head from side to side, but the huge male member was firmly forcing its way into her throat.

Her father squatted on top of her, turning to look at her tits and twist her nipples from time to time, and as he did this he drove his cock home deeper and deeper into her throat until she was almost choking which was when he came in a sea of creamy come.

Lena went out to the stallions' stalls at one o'clock that night. She couldn't sleep, the house seemed stifling. Her mother had come home from church that night and made supper. She had remarked on how unusually quiet her family had become and had said, well if no one had anything else to say she would tell them what happened at church that day. She had talked all through dinner, and after dinner Mr. Hanson had left the house. Lena sat up with her mother for a few more hours letting her mother chatter, and then had gone to bed, complaining of being very tired.

However she hadn't been able to sleep for a moment. Turning and turning in bed she waited until she heard her mother go to sleep. Her father wouldn't be home at all that night, she knew. Often he went off in the truck and didn't come home until morning. Now she slipped into the stallion's stall, which was on the other side of the barn from the cows.

Black Pride and Red Beauty were both awake. Their bright black eyes stared at her with curiosity. Lena didn't know what drove her here. Perhaps it was because after the sordidness of the experience tonight, she sought out some contact with real beauty.

She was never allowed to ride the stallions. Her father said a woman's flesh on their backs would spoil their dispositions permanently. But she rode the other horses and loved to ride.

The stallions knew her. She slipped them apples and sugar from time to time. She had some sugar with her now, and each horse licked the cubes in her hand. She began stroking them. Red Beauty was her favorite. The creatures reddish tone was brilliant beneath the open sky and sun, and even here in the dark barn his coat gave off a reddish glow.

She stroked his neck and flanks. She found a brush and began brushing his coat on his back and stomach. Suddenly she noticed that the animal's genitals were erect. His cock was black but his balls had the reddish tinge of his coat. To her the size of the horse's cock was the normal size of a cock. The male horses' genitals were a familiar sight to her. Her father's cock, small and paltry in comparison, made her laugh now. The mere thought of it: the stupid man's pride in his genitalia, so unimpressive beside the fine equipment of this animal here.

Without thinking what she was doing, she slipped underneath the animal and began stroking his cock and balls. The animal bridled at first but it stood quite still, quivering as she slipped her hands quickly across the erect span of hard flesh. The penis became wet under her hands.