Last summer I turned 19.

I had grown tired of working at gas stations and fast-food places, so a friend suggested that I join him working on a farm for a family he knew. He said the work was hard, but there were some special fringe benefits. I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, but I needed a change, so I decided to take him up on his proposal. When we arrived the farmer offered me work for the remainder of the summer.

The next morning when we showed up for our first day’s work, I met his wife, son, and four daughters. From the looks of the daughters I was already starting to hope that they were part of the special fringe benefits my friend had mentioned. The oldest were 22-year-old twins. Then there was Bonnie, 20, and Barbie, who had just turned 18. Barbie was tall and leggy, with blonde hair and dark-blue eyes.

The work was hard, but mostly fun. Barbie was a big fan of horses, but I have never particularly liked them. One day, after much discussion about why I didn’t like horses, Barbie said, “I’ll show you a way you’ll enjoy riding this afternoon.” I wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but she gave me such a hot look that I started to let my imagination run wild.

I had just finished washing up when Barbie came around the house on her favorite old mare. She had only a blanket and bridle on the horse, and a knowing smile on her face when she offered me a hand up. I swung up behind her, and we rode off toward the timber behind the house.

When we were just out of sight behind the barn, she started rubbing back against me. My cock sprang straight up, resting in the crack along the back of her cut-offs. I was sure she could feel it against her, and my suspicion was confirmed when she looked back over her shoulder, smiled, and put my hands on her tits.

After we went over the hill and were well out of sight of the house, she stopped the horse and swung down to the ground. I had just started to ask what we had stopped for when she unfastened her cut-offs and pulled them off. “Are you just going to sit there?” she asked.

In response I hopped off the horse. By the time I hit the ground she had taken off her T-shirt and underwear. I snatched off my clothes and reached for her, with my throbbing cock leading the way. She just giggled and said, “Not yet.”

Barbie gathered her clothes, slipped them under the front edge of the blanket, and indicated that I should put mine under the back edge, which I did as swiftly as I could. She gave me a leg up and had me help her up so that she was facing me. Then she threw her arms around my neck and started to kiss me long and hard. Her tongue jumped into my mouth and in response my cock thumped against her belly. Barbie reached down, wrapped one hand around my throbbing member, and rubbed it gently. Then she leaned back and guided its head against the opening of her pussy. She rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy lips for a little while, then slipped it between them, wrapped her legs around my hips, and pushed down hard. She was very tight, so the first push didn’t get me in very far, but she was determined, and wound her arms around my neck and started bouncing down on my cock.

It took only a few strokes for her juices to start flowing, and her determined thrusting quickly had her impaled on the full length of my cock. The horse started walking slowly through the woods, and the sensations from the combination of all the movements stole all my control. I cried out, “I’m coming!”

Barbie answered, “Give it to me!” A few strokes later I did. What seemed like wads of steaming come pumped out of me into her tiny hot-box. Every time I thought I had finally shot all my come into her, either she would move or the horse would and I would jerk against her and shoot some more.

Finally I regained some composure and she leaned back against the horse’s neck, leaving her legs wrapped firmly around me and my semi-hard cock buried deep inside her. The sight of her cute face with her sweaty hair plastered against it, her firm pink-tipped breasts pointing at the sky, her tight belly, her tiny dark pubic patch matted with our sweat and tangled with mine, and the base of my cock disappearing into that wonderful hot, tight pussy conspired to keep me mostly erect. As the horse moved, her vaginal muscles clenched and unclenched as she kept her balance. Soon I could feel my cock stiffening again. Obviously she could too. She wrapped her arms loosely around my neck and started moving slowly against me.

As our passion built we held on more and more tightly and moved against each other faster and faster. Finally I could feel my come building up inside me again. She was crying out and slamming down hard on my cock. Her eyes were closed and her rhythm was frantic. I knew I didn’t need to say anything this time. I let the come blast out of me again in a screaming boil. We clung to each other, and my legs were locked around the horse as tight as I could get them. She was touching only me, her legs around my hips and her weight supported by the cock impaling her.

After a while we started to relax our grip. When we could safely let go she slipped back and let my only half-hard cock drop out of her pussy. She smiled up at me and swirled some of the come and pussy juice off its head with her finger and put it into her mouth. Then she took some more and gave me a taste. Finally she asked, “Now do you like riding horses?”

“I like riding them this way,” I said.

We climbed down off the horse, got dressed, and then rode slowly back to the house. I think her sisters knew what we had been up to. I got the feeling they’d all done this before.