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."