Rebecca

It was spring in Montana and the grass and wild flowers were in bloom. The horses were let free to run free in the open pastures and the smell of new life was in the air I had lived and worked at this ranch all my life, never going more than a hundred miles in any direction. There was no formal schooling for me as a boy, so my dad had saved his money and bought me a set of reading books. The ladies that worked over in the big house had used the books to help teach me to read. My dad was so proud I could read, as he had never learned to. Soon I read every book in the big ranch house and most of the books in the towns people houses as well. Of all the places about which I had read, there was still no place I would rather be than on this ranch right at this time. Maybe some day I will leave this ranch and these wonderful people who have been so good to me and my dad. My today, I had other things on my mind.

Today was a special day for all of us. Rebecca was finally coming home from the eastern school her father had sent her to. They say it takes four full days to get from here to her school by train. I had never ridden on a train. She had been gone for four years and we all were anxious to see her. I know I was.

When we were kids we used to play together all the time. Sometimes, the governess from the house would come running over to the stables where the work hands lived all frantic and looking for me.

"Where is Peter! Where is Peter! You have got to find Peter! Little Rebecca is a having a fit and she wants Peter." She would rant. All the hands would stop what they were doing and look around until they had found me. The governess would dust me off and rush me over to the big house. As soon as I arrived, Rebecca would stop crying and we would play. I was really her only friend. She never seemed to like the other ranch hand kids, and the governess only allowed me to play with her because I could read books to Rebecca and I did not use foul words. 

When we played Rebecca was always telling me what to do. 

"Put that up, Peter. Put this down, Peter. Hand me this, Peter. Hand me that, Peter. Hand me that over there Peter." Sometimes if I didn't do exactly as she said, she would whack me with her mirror or her brush. 

“Ouch,” I would say

"Pay attention, Peter," she would say. 

She would invent the most elaborate games for us to play. I was always the brave man, she was always the woman in distress. But of course, she was always in charge. After all, she was the bosses daughter. I liked playing with Rebecca, and doing whatever she said.

Sometimes I would have to stay in her room sitting on the floor by her bed until she went to sleep. Often I would think she was asleep and I would get up to leave. She would open one of her eyes, and say "Where do you think you are going, get back over here." I would have to come back over to her bed and kneel back down.  Sometimes, just before she went to sleep, with her eyes closed, she would reach her hand out and touch me just to make sure I was still there.

When Rebecca was older I taught her to ride. Rebecca loved to ride. She would get up on her pony and just take off. She would laugh and her hair would fly in the breeze. When she took off like that, her dad would be so nervous. The house staff swears he would have never let her go off like that, except that I was always with her.  Of course I knew better. What ever Rebecca wanted her dad did. I think everyone around that ranch did whatever Rebecca wanted. Once we were riding and a black bear jumped out and chased Rebecca and her pony. I had to shoot a couple of shots in the air to scare off that mother bear. When I finally caught up to her pony, Rebecca was scarred white. I had to ride her back on my horse and she never once let go on my arms. Sometimes she would make me play kiss her. But that had never really had gone very far.

But that was a long time ago. I was a man now and Rebecca, well, I did not really know what to expect. While she had been away, I had thought about her all the time. 

Finally, just at dark her father's big black carriage came rolling in. I could see four people sitting in the coach, but I could not see Rebecca. I was watching from my room up over the stables, and I did not have the best view. Nobody said had said anything to me, but it was understood that I should wait until tomorrow to see her. She needed to see her family and get settled first. 

"Oh, she will want to see you, Peter, I can promise you that!" her old  governess had said with a big smile.  

When the coach finally stopped, I still did not see her.  I was worried. I looked closely at the two women in the back seat. One was the governess and the other women I did not recognize. But when the lady in the back seat stood up. 

"Oh my god!"  I gasped, "That's Rebecca!"  

She stood up and stepped out of the coach. She stood there and looked around as if waiting for something. Then I saw her say something to her governess. The governess said something to her and then pointed back behind the house to the stables where I was.  

How she had changed! She was much taller and her hair was so long. Her body had developed into that of a woman.  My heart raced as I looked at her. Even from this distance I could see how beautiful she had become. 

All night long I kept thinking about her. Thinking about her newly developed chest and her round hips. She was now Rebecca the woman, and I was thinking of her the way a man thinks of a woman. I just could not help it.  I wondered if she remembered me. 

The next day, the governess came over to the stables even before sunlight. "Peter, get up, Peter, hurry, get up." 

I ran down the stairs to see what was going on. 

"Peter, saddle up the new brown mare, Rebecca wants to  go for a ride. Hurry, she will be here in a minute." 

I jumped back to my room and put on my jeans and boots. I ran out into the stable and saddled up the mare the Boss had bought just for Rebecca. No sooner had I put the saddle on than she walked in. She was dressed in black riding pants with shinny knee high English riding boots.  She had on a black coat with a fluffy white shirt underneath. Her long black hair was all pulled up behind her head. I just froze. She saw me standing there with no shirt on and a soft smile came to her face. It was the same smile she always had when we played together. Except now Rebecca was a woman. 

"Well, there Peter, did you forget to put your shirt on?" She said. As she walked over to the horse. I was not able to speak, my mouth was locked shut.  

“Did you miss me?” she asked. 

I just stood there. 

"What a nice horse, this is." She said as she ran her hands over its hide quarters.  She walked around and put her foot in the saddle. She looked back at me, "Help me up, Peter." 

"Yes, Rebecca," I said instinctively. 

When she was up on her horse, she sat there looking at me then she looked around the stable. "Where is  your horse?" she asked. 

"Do you want me to ride with you?" I asked. 

"Peter, don't be silly," she said with a grin, I am not going out there without you, now get your horse ready and let go." 

"Yes, Rebecca," I said. It was all happening so fast I did not have time to think, I just ran upstairs and put a shirt, got my horse ready, and we rode out slowly to the front of the big ranch house. 

Rebecca's dad was there to see us off. After we were just past the front door, Rebecca reached her hand back behind her head and pulled the braid out of her hair and shook her head from side to side. She looked back at me and "Lets' go! Catch me if you!" and she took off, just like she had when she was a little girl. Yelling and whooping the whole time. 

I followed her as she rode. She was a good rider, but she could never out run me. I was born to ride. She tried, but I guess she really knew I would never let her out my site. 

We rode and rode, until finally she turned off into a trail that lead to an old hunters cabin. She rode her horse up the cabin and waited. I was right behind her. I dismounted and went over to help her off her horse. When I did, she slid down in front of me and turned around to face me. 

"You have grown, Peter" she said. “You are so big now.” 

Then she took her hand and brushed off a leave that was in my hair. She held my hand and lead me inside. 

When we were inside, she turned to face me and said, "Did you miss me?" 

But before I could answer she was on me and was kissing me like I have never been kissed before. I was so surprised, I did not know quite how to react. Rebecca was not pleased. She took her riding crop and whacked me across the leg. 

"Ouch," I said, "that hurt." 

"Pay attention, Peter" she said and moved in on me again. This time I was ready and she was more pleased with my efforts. We stood there kissing until I started to get a major lump in my pants. I know Rebecca could feel it because she was pressing against me so hard. I was overwhelmed by her, I didn't know what to do. 

When I was fully hard, and as she kissed me, she slipped her free hand down towards my privates. I used my hand to try and stop her, and she drew back that damn riding crop and whacked me again. Then she did as she wanted, she felt me all hard and she moaned with pleasure and I could feel her smiling as she kissed me. 

The more she rubbed me, the more confused I became. My blood ran fast and hot and my breathe was rapid. I was helpless there with her. She could do whatever she wanted. 

She moved her hand to the top of my zipper and started to unzip my pants. I started to move my hand, but she raised that riding crop, so I just stood still. She slowly unzipped me pants and then reached her bare hand down into my underwear and got a good full firm hold on me. I couldn't help but let out a sigh, and I could feel her smile again. She held me like that for a few minutes, then she used both her hands to just pull my pants down. When I my pants were down to my knees, she backed up a bit so she could see me. 

"I knew you would be big," she said as she looked me. 

"Did you miss me, Peter. I missed you. I have been thinking about you," she said  Then she looked at my erection again and with a smile on her face said, "It sure looks like you missed me." 

Then she pulled off my shirt and lead me back to the back bed room by holding the end of my shaft. She used her thumb and finger to rub me as she pulled me. It was a little embarrassing to be lead around like that, but Rebecca was in charge. 

When we got back to the bedroom, she told me to turn around and take off my boots and pants. After a minute she said I could turn back around. When I did I could see she had taken off all her clothes.  I just about passed out. I could not believe what I was seeing. Her breasts where plump and round with firm nipples standing very erect. Her thighs were round and firm and she was the absolute most beautiful site I had ever seen. 

"Well," she said "Do you like what you see?" 

"Yes, Rebecca." I said. She just laughed at me because she could see rushing blood was making my cock pulsate and the veins in me were all blue. She came over and grasp me in her hand and she then squeezed. She made the end of my shaft expand.  

"Oh," was all I could say. 

"Now try and hold yourself, if you can." She said and gave me a short little wiggle. “Otherwise, I may have to give you a good hard whack  right here,” and she put the end of the riding crop on the tip of my cock. I knew she would do it, and I really didn't want her to hit me there, so I tried to control myself. It was not easy. 

She lead me over to the bed and told me to get on my knees. She sat on the bed and opened her legs up to me. I just stared at her lovely pink skin. She took her hand and put it behind my head and pulled me towards her. I hesitated a second and she whacked me on the shoulder with that riding crop again. 

'Ooouch!" I  yelped. 'That really hurt," I said as started to rub where she had hit me. 

"Do you want me to do it again?"  

"No, Rebecca." I said. At which point she resumed pulling me down to the pink hot lips between her tender legs. She pressed my head until my lips were on her. I did not know what to do. This did not please Rebecca so she whacked me with that riding crop again. 

"Kiss me"  she urged. "Use your lips and tongue on me. I can’t wait another minute longer, do it now." 

I opened my mouth and out my tongue on her. I started to move around. She put her legs up on my back and I was covered by her tender warm thighs. Whenever I moved off of the exact spot where she wanted me, she would give me a little whack with her whip. The more I licked, the more she started to get tense and the more heat came up from inside her legs. She was getting extremely wet and I could tell she was moving towards her release. But before she came she laid back her back and pulled my cock and me with it up on the bed with her. Before I could do anything, she had put me inside of her and she was moving her legs all around.  

"Come on!" She panted and whacked my ass with the riding crop. I started to ride her as hard and as fact as I could. Her intensity level was rising and she kept whacking my ass and urging me on. 

"Come on, Peter, come on!" she urged. 

I rammed my self into her as hard and as fast as I could. I was so busy thinking about pleasing her and that riding crop, I did not have time to think about my own pleasure. I rode her for what most have been twenty minutes until she finally tightened up and she even stopped whipping me.  She just grabbed me tight  and held her breathe until she let out a loud gasp and I could feel her inner muscles shaking. She finally went limp and when she did she let go of the riding crop. I reached back around and picked it up and threw it across the room. 

She opened her eyes and looked at me as a woman looks at man.   

"Did you really miss me?" She asked. “I missed you." She said and held me tightly. 

"Yes, Rebecca." I said. "I really missed you, and I am so glad you are back home." 

"I knew it!' she said. "I knew you missed me!" she said and held me so tight. 

"Yes, Rebecca." I said as I started to move in and out of her again. I looked at he to see if she wanted me to stop, but she just looked at me and said, "It's okay, you can come in me, I have had this day all planned out. Its okay."  

She held me and encouraged me with her mouth and her body. Feeling her under me all hot and alive so full of a woman's warmth, I just went ahead and let it all happen. I moved in her and out of her and she used her private muscles to squeezed me at just the right times so my tension built. Finally she whispered in my ear, "Now, Peter, now," and I lost it in her. I must have come for a full minute. It just keep flowing out of me into her. 

After I was done, we laid there for a while, then we got up. She made me get out of the room while she got dressed. When the door opened, she was all smiles. 

"Where is my riding crop?" she asked. 

I showed it to her and when she reached for it, I would not let her have. 

She could see I was just playing with her, so she did not get angry. She finally held out her hand and said “Peter, give me my whip." 

I put it back in her hand.  

"Race you home!", she said and took off out the door. 

We raced back to the big house, and I let her win as I always did. She won every race we ever had. 

Rebecca was home and all was right in my world