Chapter 6

Getting the sheets clean isn’t a challenge for Emily Elizabeth. All she has to do is take them down to the creek and wash them there. It’s not like they have one of those fancy washer and dryers from the appliance store in town. About the fanciest appliance they have is the stove and refrigerator. Her father said they don’t need a television and her mother said they can do without anything else but the stove and fridge. The challenge comes in the form of sneaking out the house with the bedding. Since it isn’t the day for washing clothes or linens, her mother would be suspicious. So Emily Elizabeth devises of a way to work around her problem by bundling up her sheets and tossing them out the window. Satisfied, she showers and then heads down to get some breakfast.

“Good morning, young lady,” her mother says upon seeing the girl. “You’re running late this morning.”

Emily Elizabeth looks at the table. Her father isn’t in his usual place, which means only one of two things: she slept in or her father was sick. And since her father never gets sick, it means she slept in. “Why didn’t you wake me?” she asks.

Her mother grins. “I heard you tossing and turning this morning. I figured you didn’t get any good sleep.”

“Now I’m going to be late on my chores,” the girl complains, passing the table to head for the backdoor.

“Where do you think you’re going?” her mother asks sternly, staring her down.

Emily Elizabeth skids to a stop, turning to look at the woman. “I’ve got to get started on my chores.”

“You have all day for that,” the woman replies. “Breakfast is the most important of the day. Why else do you think I make it every day? Besides I know you’re in a hurry to see those horses.”

“But Daddy said I could help out with them,” Emily Elizabeth argues.

“He may have, but it’s not place for a woman,” her mother counters. “The house is the place for a woman. And that means housework, not mixing with horses and those men. I’m sorry I couldn’t give your daddy any boys, and I hate you have to do all that outside work. Soon you’ll be a responsible woman doing what a woman is supposed to do.”

“But Mama, I don’t want to be a house wife like that,” the girl protests.

“You sit down, Emily Elizabeth,” her mother berates. “We’ve been through this before and we ain’t going through it no more. Now eat and then you go do your chores or I’ll make sure I talk to your daddy about them horses and you.”

“Yes ma’am,” the girl says, hanging her head low and taking a seat at the table.

Emily Elizabeth eats in silence, taking her time because if she were to rush her mother would say something about it and only delay her further. When she is finished she offers to help finish dishes even though that too slows her down, but it’s the best way to apologize and draw off some of the earlier heat. By the time she gets outside to collect her linens, nearly an hour has passed. So when she finds the spot where she threw her stuff not there anymore, she was surprised but not surprised. But she does begin to panic until she hears his voice.

“I missed you helping this morning with the washing,” Rick says, coming up from behind her.

Emily Elizabeth spins around, trying to compose herself before facing the man. “I slept in and had a few things to do before I start my chores.”

“It’s alright. A couple of the other guys took over,” Rick says. “I took care of your sheets. At least I think they were yours.”

Emily Elizabeth’s face reddens slightly. “Yeah, I, uh...”

“They fell out of your window?” he asks jokingly. “Yeah, I’ve seen that happen before.”

“Where did you put them?” she asks, her tone serious, showing no sign of amusement.

“I took care of them,” he says. “I washed them at the creek and hung them out.”

“You didn’t, uh...”

“Did I notice the wetness?” he asks. “If you wet the bed sometimes, I completely understand.”

The girl’s face burns bright red. “I don’t pee the bed. I, um...”

“Look, your secret is safe with me,” the man says, dropping his voice to a whisper. “I was a boy once and I had to hide stuff from my parents too.”

“But I’m a girl,” she says, her whisper almost not a whisper at all.

“I’ve also been with some girls that made quite the mess,” he says more cheerily. “Guys like messes, so no need to feel embarrassed.”

“I guess so,” she says, feeling quite uncomfortable.

“So, you really like Blackie?”

“Why do you say that,” she answers quickly.

“Well, you were asking about him when we were washing the horses yesterday,” Rick reasons. “I noticed that you seem to have taken a liking to him. Maybe you should ask your father to keep him. I can help you learn anything you don’t already know.”

“Daddy won’t let me have a horse,” she says, kicking the dirt aimlessly. “He says it’s too much effort to keep horse instead of selling them. Besides, my parents don’t believe a girl should ride horses.”

“What about those girls that ride in rodeos?”

Emily Elizabeth grins at him. “They especially think that’s wrong.”

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that,” he says, and he sounds like he really means it. “I would tell you it’s probably best not to get attached to a horse on a farm like this, but you seem like you could use a friend. Blackie is a good horse. He’ll make a good friend.”

“How do you know that?” she asks, her curiosity rising. Maybe, just maybe Rick is something she can confide in about her thoughts and sudden sexual urges toward the animal.

“Well, I’ve been around horses all my life,” he says sounding proud. “I think by now I can tell when a person and a horse go together pretty well.”

“And you think we go together pretty well?”

“I do.”

Emily Elizabeth chews her bottom lip, looking down at the ground. “What do you ... what brought you here?”

“Well, I needed a place to go,” he answers simply. “Your father was hiring, so here I am.”

“I thought he was finished hiring at the end of winter,” she confesses. “Usually Daddy has all the hiring done by the end of the week after Christmas.”

“Well, I guess he made an exception,” the man reasons. “I mean, here I am.”

“Here you are,” the girl echoes, smiling. Her eyes divert to his crotch momentarily. Talking with him makes her want him just that much more. He’s a bit mysterious and pretty fun to talk to. He certainly doesn’t judge her, and he could after finding her laundry in the condition it was in.

“How about I help you with your chores?” he suddenly offers.

She brings her eyes up from the obvious bulge in his pants. Emily Elizabeth doesn’t believe he is hard at all, and if that’s the case, he is definitely packing some meat in those pants. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she says when she catches his eyes.

“Why? Because your father will get made and fire me?” She nods. “Well then, we’ll just have to be extra careful not to be seen, won’t we?”

The girl smiles at him. At this moment she doesn’t know what would be better, getting into his pants or doing like her dream, fucking Blackie. Now, if Tommy was this sweet and daring, he may have already been in hers. “Alright,” she says after a moment. “But you have to promise to not get caught. I’d hate to see you have to go.”

Rick smiles at her. “Don’t worry. I’ve been at this my whole life.”

Emily Elizabeth and Rick manage to spend the whole day together without getting caught. Though the girl wished he would make a move on her, he never did. In a way she is glad for it because of her rule not to get involved with the farm hands, but in a way she is highly disappointed. She is especially disappointed in herself for not making the move herself. At least now she knows that if Tommy were anything like Rick, she wouldn’t have done anything with him either.

And as she lies in her bed, with the house dark and quiet, she is confused about everything. First Rick shows up, looking exactly how she fantasized Jake would look. Then there is Blackie, one of the newest batches of horse her father bought, and she seems to not be able to get enough of the stallion’s big cock. And then when she finally has all the time in the world with Rick, nothing happens. And then, even now, her mind isn’t really on the day or the man as it should be, but on that beautiful beast down in the barn.

She lies there in the bed, resisting the urge to scramble out of it and race downstairs, out the door and to the barn. She wants to have the stallion in her mouth again. She wants to fulfill her dream even more. But the feeling is ominous because she isn’t sure it will be like her dream or something totally different. The thought of having Rick and Tommy there could be as exciting as the dream was, yet at the same time, not having either there could be just as fun. The only thing she fears is Blackie not fitting in her. She’s afraid of something going wrong and her getting hurt. She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. She hates indecision. She hates the unknown. It’s why she is still on the farm, why she hasn’t run away, why she hasn’t tried to manipulate her way into one of those random guy’s lives. How easy would it be to go home with one of those men she gave a blow job to or let fuck her? At least she could have a leg up on escaping from here.

She fights the urge as long as she can, but ultimately her curiosity and sexual arousal has her beat out. She throws the covers aside, slips her feet over the edge of the bed and takes a deep breath. “I’ll go see him and go from there,” she whispers to herself. “If I suck his dick, I’ll stop there unless it feels right.” Then with a heavy sigh, she is on her feet, creeping through the house, down the stairs, through the backdoor, across the yard and through the barn door. And before she knows it, she is in the stall, next to the massive steed.

The girl strokes down the stallion’s side as she moves toward his rear before crouching down next to his side. She cannot believe how much she had missed his being away. Rick was a good distraction, but the moment they were separated, the thoughts and feelings for the horse came rushing back in. She looks to his shriveled cock, knowing full well that the sheath hides his enormity. His extraordinary balls hold so much of that glorious cum, and just thinking about how good she is at coaxing it out makes her wet. She frowns in disbelief at how she even sat in her bed debating to come down here tonight. She dips her head in closer to the horse’s massive meat. It is clean like the horse and smells like baby oil. It is a nice touch and she can only assume Dr. Brown added it for some reason.

Before she can even reach out to draw out Blackie’s hidden treasure, the horse seems to know what she is there for. The big, pink member slips out like a snake shedding its skin. Its full length hangs out stiff, massively swollen and covered in angry veins. It is like he hasn’t had any relief in a long time and she is the first opportunity he has at getting it. The girl doesn’t mind. If she’s going to go through with it, it may as well be go big or go home. Emily Elizabeth licks her lips, feeling her mouth salivate at the sight. He looks amazingly powerful and mighty. She feels her lust rising rapidly as the rest of her body follows suit, becoming overwhelmed with heat and need.