he day was new by the time Cassie got out of bed to greet the day. She stood up in the door of the caravan and sipped her coffee. She heard a voice behind her. “Morning Cassie”. It was Annabelle, the new stable hand. Cassie looked at Annabelle and returned Annabelle’s cheery greeting. Just then Cassie’s top fell off and Annabelle reached out to help her put it back on. Annabelles hand accidentally touched Cassie’s nipple.
Cassie’s coffee cup slipped from her hand and the girls, by now sliding in the wet puddle of coffee, collapsed to the floor, unable to stay erect in the mucky caravan, their jodphurs becoming sullied with a mixture of brew and horse shit.
Cassie fell first, Annabelle coming down hard on top of her. Cassie let out a shriek as Annabelles soft mouth landed on Cassie’s freed and eager nipple.
Just then they heard a whinnying and knew that Madame McHundschpunk, the severe German riding mistress was fast approaching. Annabelle managed to free Cassie’s nipple from her mouth and make it to her feet just as Madame McHundschpunk came around the corner on Bradley, her gorgeous stallion.
Madame McHundschpunk threw a withering look in the direction of the girls. She knew what they’d been up to. The same kind of thing she’d gotten up to in the stables in her youth. Lady love knew no generational bounds, she thought to herself, in her native tongue.
“Annabelle, I want you to get over and feed and water Doug’s Bucket in stable one, and then muck out Hurt Nurse in stable 5. Do not let me down. Your performance is not so good this week. And you know your probabtion is up for renewal. There are a lot of eager girls who would like to work under me here at the stables.”
“Not likely” thought Annabelle to herself. As she made her way to the homes of the horses, her thoughts wandered back to her first night at the stables when Madame McHundschpunk had asked Annabelle to perform an anal exam on her. She claimed it was to check if Annabelle would be comfortable with her digit in a horse’s rear. “Pretty much felt like the same thing” she’d remarked to Cassie the next day when she had shared her misgivings about Madame McHundschpunk initiation into The McHundschpunk Riding Aacademy for Young Ladies. Cassie had laughed and told her the same thing had happened to her.
“I think it’s a trick she uses on all the girls, we’veall been through it. The girls had been sharing a beer and small talk for a while all of a sudden a storm flared up and lightening struck the caravan. The lights went out and as Cassie stood up to get a candle, her pants fell down and she fell forward, landing vagina first on Anaballes outstretched hand. They became entangled and fell to the floor, wedged under the caravan table.
They had lay their uncertain what to do, Annabelles hand stuck fast between Cassie’s thighs. “I know, said Cassie, “Here poor some of this saddle oil over your arm and rub back and forward, that might dislodge it.”
Annabelle did what she was told. She poured the oil on her arm and began to slide her arm back and forward between Cassie’s entwined legs. Just then the lights came back on and they saw Annabelle was naked. “Oh my go, exclaimed Cassie, “the lightening must have blown your clothes off.”
“I think you need to lie on top of me” said Cassie, who was still shocked by Annabelles state of undressedness, “the only way we’ll do this is if we both get completley covered in oil and slide around on top of each other. Your arm just is not going to budge, the more you rub, the further it becomes lodged against my clitoris………”to be continued
