Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 01a

Susan Knight sized up her new student, and liked what she saw. Tall and athletic looking, Alan Robbins looked like a good side of beef. She would not mind tenderizing him, and taking him for a ride or two.

Alan Robbins was not blind. He noticed the hungry look in Susan's eyes as he approached her. She was a stunning looking woman, in her late 30s or maybe early 40s. She was 5'8" tall, 130 pounds, without an ounce of fat on her; and she looked like she was poured into her clothes.

As he approached her, and was about to introduce himself, she interrupted him, saying, "If you call me Ms. Knight, you will be picking yourself up off the floor."

Alan laughed and said, "Good Knight; is that better?"

Susan laughed. "My goodness; there is a city person, with a real sense of humor. We will see if that sense of humor is still there, when I am busting the blisters on your ass."

"Visualizing you playing with my ass, sounds like fun. Thinking about you busting blisters on my ass, does not sound like fun at all."

"Alan, I have no idea where the term 'tenderfoot' came from. However, when people moved out west and started to ride horses, the part that became tender was definitely 3 feet or 4 feet higher up, then the foot."

"I guess that is the reason Jeff told me to buy Epsom salt."

"Jeff learned the hard way, also. He lost a few million to his wife, and was depressed as hell, until he was able to ride out into the mountains. There is something out there that clears your head, and sets your mind at peace."

"If it will help me forget about wife number two, I will take it."

"I cannot guarantee that, but it is mighty pretty out there."

"Okay, how much is it going to cost me for lessons and renting a horse and all that other good stuff?"

"The two hour lesson is one hundred and twenty dollars. It includes the horse, the tack, and my time. If you want a discount; you cool down the horse, after the lesson. You wash it down, brush it, and muck the stall. The price goes down by thirty dollars. Which way do you want to go?"

"I will take the exercise route. I have nothing but time on my hands, while I am here anyhow. When do I start?"

"Be here tomorrow morning at 6:30 AM, and I will introduce you to your horse. Bring a bag of apples; a big bag of apples. If you want to make friends with a horse, apples are the way to its brain. Every time it sees you, it will think of apples. You give it an apple, it reinforces the memory, and you will be friends for life."

"Just like Pavlov and his dogs!"

Susan smiled. "Who is Pavlov; and what do dogs have to do with horses?"

"Pavlov and you are both smart asses. Dogs and horses have four legs."

"Very funny, Alan, come with me into the barn, I want to show you some things."

They walked to the far end of the barn and into a room that had all the comforts of home. She reached around, grabbed Alan by the neck, and kissed him.

"I am not normally a pedophile, but in your case, Alan, I will make an exception."

"I have never had an older woman; but by God, if they all looked like you, I would never look at a young woman again."

Susan did not wait for him to stop talking. She started with his pants. However, when his pants got to his knees, and they would not move any further, she was pissed, and she shoved him onto the bed.

He hit his head against the wall, and he said, "I will not be any good to you, if I am unconscious."

"These fucking pants will not come off."

"The shoes are supposed to come off first; then the pants."

"Shit, it has been so long I forgot. I will make it up to you in a little while."

After successfully removing the clothes from the lower half of his body, Susan went after his shirt. She was so damn hot; her nails drew blood from his back.

When she was finished she attacked her own clothes, but Alan grabbed her arms and said, "No you don't; you stripped me, now I am going to strip you."

He pushed her against the wall, held her hands above her head, as he went after her blouse. He started opening her blouse one button at a time, as slowly as possible.

Susan screamed, "No, you bastard, I need you in me now. Don't you dare tease me like this?"

Alan whispered in her ear, "Patience is a virtue, my dear."

"I am going to tie you to a rail and have a horse fuck you in the ass."

"Is that the way you want it, Susan? You want me to fuck you up the ass. All you have to do is ask me. Just say the words, and I will be dick deep in shit, as soon as I get you undressed?"

"If you can get it up more than once, you can fuck me in the ass. You probably won't be able to get me to cum after the first time, anyhow. All I would have to do is touch my cunt right now and I would go off like a rocket. After that, your dick would be useless."

"If you believe my dick will be useless, touch yourself, go off like a rocket, and I will go home. I would hate to be a bore, and keep you from your other duties on the ranch." He let go of her arms, backed off from her, and reached for his clothes.

"Alan, get your ass back here, before I get a whip and beat the crap out of you."

"Susan, you just said you didn't need me. Make up your mind; do you want me to stay, or do you want me to go. If you need me to stay, say 'Please!'"

"You bastard, you are going to make me beg for you to stay."

"I wanted to stay. You were the one that told me I was superfluous. Now if you want me to stay you have to say that word. If you don't, I am gone. Make up your mind, you have ten seconds, or I am out the door."

She did not want to beg a man to stay. She was a very proud woman. However, when he reached for his clothes, she said, "Alan, please stay with me. I need you."

"It would be my pleasure Susan. Stand up, and do not defy me, again."

She stood up and looked at him as he approached her. He took her in his arms, and kissed her passionately. He proceeded to unbutton each of the buttons on her blouse, slowly. He watched her eyes turn cobalt blue. He was amazed to find out that she was not wearing a bra. She was at least a C cup and her breasts did not sag at all. He licked and bit each nipple, and heard her moan. He knelt down in front of her, and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. He put his fingers inside her panties and jeans. He pulled both items of clothing down just below her knees. She was effectively trapped. She could not walk, because he left her boots on, there was absolutely no wiggle room. He picked her up and placed her on the bed sideways. When he lifted her legs into the air, she thought he was going to remove her boots; she was wrong. His head went straight to her pussy. When his tongue hit her extended pearl, Susan screamed, and exploded into an orgasm that racked her body to its core. The tremors lasted for minutes, but Alan refused to let her rest. He attacked her center, with his tongue, worried her clit, with a thumb, and shoved a finger up her ass without any preamble. Before she came down from her first orgasm, Susan screamed again, and exploded into her second set of orgasmic fireworks, within five minutes. She fell into a light comfortable sleep.

Alan removed her boots, jeans and panties, and began fucking her before she regained consciousness. Her body started reacting before her mind did. Her hips were moving with him, her ankles were locked above his ass, and her arms were clenched around his neck. When her eyes opened, her mind was totally confused. Her body said she was on the verge of another orgasm, but she had just awoken. She did not remember Alan mounting her. She did not remember the pleasure of getting this far along in lovemaking. She was about to burst, and she did not know how she got here. "The heck with it.," she thought, "Enjoy the ride." She increased the movement of her hips, moved her thighs up as high as she could get them, and kissed Alan fervently. "Fuck me hard. Go ahead; do it!"

Alan did not have a chance to accede to her wishes. Susan exploded into her third violent orgasm, and her body went slack. She looked up at him and said, "I am sorry about that I did not realize I was that close. I will make it up to you."

"Susan, the problem with some women is they do not realize that men enjoy making women cum. Some men are bastards, and only think about their own pleasure. Most of us think about the pleasure of our partners. It brings us great joy to see the look in our partners face as they go over the top and fade into another world. It brings us a great deal of joy and satisfaction to do it, even if we do not reach climax ourselves."

"Alan, you are the first man that has ever said that to me. Most men are interested in their satisfaction first, and then the satisfaction of their partner. It is refreshing to hear there are other men, like you, that feel differently."

"Would you like to continue playing, or would you like to take a shower, and let me take you to dinner?"

"If I let you take me to dinner, would you grab some clothes, from your house, and spend the night with me?"

"If you say, please, I would love to spend the night with you."

"Alan, would you please spend the next three months, with me, while you learn how to ride?"

"As long as you let me pay for the groceries, I would love to spend the next three months with you."

"Can I have an option for the next three months?"

"Why don't we wait and see how the first three months go, and then we will see about an option for the next nine months. Is that satisfactory?"

"Yes, that is very satisfactory. Thank you Alan, thank you very much. I love being a pedophile."

"How old are you Susan?"

"I am forty-one years old Alan; does that make a difference to you?"

"Yes, Susan, it does. It means that when you are seventy, eighty, or ninety, you are going to be magnificent."

"Child, are you old enough? Are you potty trained?"

"I am twenty-seven years old, Susan. I have been known to make it through the night, without soiling my underwear; that is when I'm wearing underwear. Now, woman, we need to shower and dress for dinner. Then we will stop at my place, pick up some clothes, and return here for the evening. I know it is kind of late to ask this question, but should I buy condoms?"

"Since you did not cum in me this afternoon, it is not too late to ask that question. However, I am quite safe. I am on the pill and have been for quite a few years. My husband and I have been divorced for thirteen years, and I have had very few men in my life since then."

"Your husband was a fucking idiot. He had everything every other man in the world would want, and he let it slip through his fingers."

"I caught him fooling around, in our marital bed, with a teenage neighbor of ours. She had not reached the age of consent, and her parents pressed charges against him. I started divorce proceedings, immediately. He plead guilty to the charges. They sentenced him to prison for eighteen years. They are not nice to child molesters in jail. He died a little more than two years after he arrived. He had contracted HIV/AIDS while he was in there, so I do not know if he was better off dead or alive."

"Now I know why you keep using the term pedophile for me. I am a lot younger than you are, but I am above the age of consent. I know my rights, and if you want me to say them out loud, I can take my card out of my pocket and read them to you, because I am an FBI agent."

Susan said, "Oh shit, I've been fucked over and over by a cop. I could charge you with police brutality for the last one, because you fucked me, while I was asleep."

"Your brain may have been asleep, but your body was actively involved. You came like a train, as soon as your eyes opened, and do not try to deny it."

"You are correct, however, I do not know if I enjoyed it or not. So that is not fair."

"When you exploded into your third orgasm, and your body shook all over the bed, it told your brain that you had a wonderful time."

"Yes, Alan, that was fun. However, there is also fun, in the lead up to the orgasm. I missed all of that, and I enjoy that part, also."

"I will give you a rain check for that portion of your orgasm, just like you are giving me a rain check for my lack of an orgasm for this afternoon's playtime. Now, no more fooling around and no more discussion; get your ass out of bed, and let's go take a shower. Otherwise, I will be sleeping at my house and you will be sleeping at yours."

"I have to bring the horses in."

"Can I give you a hand?"

"Yes, just open all of the doors to the stalls, and get out of the way as they come in. I do not want you getting run over; at least not yet."

"I think I am going to buy a paddle, and make your ass as pink as possible."

"Don't bother buying any, I already have two."

"How about anal lube?"

"I think we would have to go to Prescott to buy that stuff. I am sure we can find a substitute for it."

"Go to the showers, child molester, now!"

"The horses are not in yet."

"If the horses are not in their stalls in five minutes, I am going to spend the night at my house."

Susan ran out the barn naked as the day she was born. She let out a piercing whistle that every horse she had knew. She whistled one more time, and the horses picked up speed and ran from the pasture into the corral.

She yelled to Alan, "Are all the doors open?"

He replied, "Yes, they are; let them in."

Susan opened the corral fence, and the horses seemed to know who went into the barn first and in what order. As each one entered its stall and Alan closed and locked the fence.

When Susan walked into the barn following the last horse, she picked up a bag and started throwing apples at Alan. Several hit their mark.

She cried out, "They were only supposed to get close to you, so you could feed the horses. They were not supposed to hit you."

"Is that the reason you were grinning every time you hit me?"

"I did not realize I was grinning. I am truly sorry I hit you."

"It is all right, I forgive you."

He picked up the apples and started giving one to each animal. They really loved this treat.

He said, "The horses are in their stalls, and they have had their apples. No more excuses; get into the shower, now!"

Susan said, "Come with me into the house; my shower is big enough for two."

They gathered up their clothes, and arm in arm, walked to the main house.

Allen said, "Why don't you start the water, and tell me where the towels are, and I will get them. I have to take a leak anyhow."

She told him where the towels were, as she went in to the master bathroom, and started running the water.

Alan went to the closet and grabbed three towels. This is not what he was looking for, but it was necessary. He was looking for the paddles, because he was going to get even for the apple assault. They were not in the linen closet. He heard Susan get into the shower, so he went into the bedroom and quickly checked her closet. High on a shelf he saw them. He had to jump to get one down, but he was able to do it. He hid it under the bed and hurried to join her in the shower. He took the soap from her hand, and began washing her back and shoulders gently. He moved down and did her legs, and then came up between them, as he did the crack of her ass. He slid a few fingers into her cunt and moved them slowly in and out. Her hands immediately grabbed the wall in front of her. His fingers slid deeper into her and moved faster. As he felt her rise up on her toes, he stopped.

She screamed, "You bastard."

"All good things come to those who wait."

He moved up her body, washing her stomach, and moving up to her breasts, where he tormented her nipples. He used his tongue on her ears; and moved his hand down to her pussy, and attacked her pearl, again. Susan rose up on her toes again, and threw her head back on his shoulder.

He whispered into her ear, "I think I will stop, now."

"Alan, no, please, no, I am almost there. Don't stop now, please. I will do anything you want. Please do not stop."

He stopped moving his hand, and asked, "Did you say anything?"

"Yes, anything, don't leave me like this."

His hand returned to her cunt and attacked it ferociously. Fingers went inside, his thumb pressed hard on her clit and he fucked her with his hand mercilessly. She came harder than the shower water was running.

She pressed herself against the front wall of the shower, as his hands encircled her body, keeping her from falling to the floor. He whispered into her ear, "Anything."

Susan nodded her head in agreement.

He took the shampoo from the rail and washed her hair with great care and feeling. He did not rush. He massaged her scalp as they would in a high-end salon. He rinsed out her hair gently making sure not to get soap into her eyes. He put conditioner into her hair and repeated the process. She loved what he was doing for her. She was wet between her thighs, again, and it had nothing to do with the water coming down from the shower. With the right stimulation, she would come in a minute, and Alan was doing it right.

He tapped her on the shoulder, and said, "We are all done. Let me wrap you in a towel; you can lie down on the bed for a little while, and rest."

"He was so thoughtful. He knew that the massage had made her tired. He was going to give her time to recuperate. What a wonderful man he is."

Allen led her to the bed, took the wet towel off her, and let her lie down on top of the blanket, naked. She was so comfortable.

He took the paddle from under the bed, and raised it into the air. As the paddle hit her ass, for the first time, it was like her body had suffered an electric shock. Her arms and legs flew out to the sides, but no sound came out of her mouth. It was frozen in her throat. The scream came out, when the paddle struck for the second time. She tried desperately to cover her ass, but Alan was too strong and in too good a position for her to do anything about being punished. As he reached number ten, and final blow, Susan whimpered, but she also sighed. He put the paddle down, and put his hand between her legs to feel how wet she was. The area was sodden. He lay down next to her, and whispered in her ear, "You bad girl, you wanted me to punish you. That was why you hit me with the apples. From now on, when I tell you to do something, you had better do it, quickly, or you are going to be punished in ways that you never dreamed of. Do you understand me, Susan?"

"Yes, Alan, I understand."

"Get up on your knees, move to the edge of your bed, and do not move."

He adjusted her position and said, "Stay."

He walked into the bathroom and looked for anything he could use for lubrication. He found some petroleum jelly and decided to use it. He walked back into the bedroom and told her how he was going to rip her a new ass hole. How brutal he was going to be as he fucked her up her ass hole. The way he was talking to her, he was scaring the life out of her. It was the exact opposite of the way he treated her in the shower. However, she did not moving, because now she was afraid of him. She did not want to be punished again.

Alan took the jelly, and spread it around the exterior of her anus and then coated the inside of her chocolate tunnel. He used one finger, and then two pushing as much of it inside of her as he could. Every time he pushed his fingers inside her, he would also bump her hip hard, making it feel like he was hurting her more than he was actually doing.

After he finished coating her sufficiently he said, "Get ready for the ride of your life, sweetheart. I am going to make this as painful as possible. Are you ever going to disobey me, again?"

"No, Alan, never again, I will never disobey you again." Susan tensed her body, fearing what was going to come next. Tears were coming from her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.