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Mustang Niece
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)
***
Mandy's visiting her Uncle's ranch and has a special
relationship with a wild Mustang that leads to an even
MORE special relationship with her Uncle. Uncle Bob
becomes the Stallion and Mandy is the Mare. (M/f-teen,
reluc-inc)
***
Mandy peered at the currying brush she'd just dropped
inside Widowmaker's stall.
Widowmaker, though he was perfectly nice to her, got
his name from his propensity to kick and his stall had
been equipped with plywood on the slats to keep him
from kicking them out, or kicking through them. And now
the brush she needed was inside his stall. Widowmaker
stood placidly, facing her, waiting for her to feed him
another sugar cube or apple. She'd been winning him
over bit by bit ever since she'd arrived on her Uncle's
ranch for the summer. In just two weeks she'd managed
to get the horse to come up to her whenever she came
into the barn. He was her special project.
She couldn’t just open the gate and get the brush. To
Widowmaker, an open gate was an invitation to run, and
he was pure hell to catch, once he got loose. He was a
wild Mustang her Uncle had bought at a Government
auction just before she'd come to the ranch. The very
first thing she'd been told was "Don't open the stall
that the Mustang is in." She peered down into the dark
stall. If she leaned over the top of the gate she might
be able to reach it. She had one apple left. She took a
breath, gave the horse the apple, and while he was
munching on it, she put her waistline on the top of the
gate and leaned over,
stretching down.
She was wearing an old pair of shorts she'd found in
the bedroom her Uncle Bob had given her. They were much
too big for her, but she liked them because they had
all kinds of pockets on them. So she cinched a belt
through the loops to hold them onto her slim waist
above the recently developed swell of her hips.
The tails of the short sleeved shirt she'd also found
in the closet in her room were tied across her stomach
just under her breasts, and she'd buttoned two of the
buttons to cover her braless breasts. That was one of
the things she loved about coming to Uncle Bob's ranch.
She could dress comfortably. Besides, Uncle Bob looked
her like she was a woman. He always had, commenting on
how nicely her breasts were developing, or how sexy she
looked in this outfit or that one. Ever since she
turned thirteen he'd been the primary source of
compliments about her femininity and appeal.
She overbalanced, and began to fall into the stall. She
managed to get her fingertips onto a stall slat, but
she could only hold herself, and was not able to push
herself back up. It didn't exactly hurt. She only
weighed 116 pounds.
But she felt stupid, and was worried that the horse
might do something to her if she didn't get back up and
out pretty soon.
It was just then that her Uncle walked into the barn.
The first thing he saw was a female bottom and two long
slim legs waving at him. He walked over to where she
was stuck and admired her butt. The legs of the shorts
were loose and he could see clear up to her ass cheeks.
He could see just the barest hint of pale blue high-
rise panties and licked his lips at the thought of what
those panties were cupping. On impulse he slid his
hands into the open legs of the shorts and squeezed her
glutes.
"Hi, Pumpkin!" he said.
Her legs kicked spasmodically and she yelled "Help! Is
that you Uncle Bob? I'm stuck and I can't get out."
It was right about then that Widowmaker, having
finished his apple, wondered what the cloth of her
shirt might taste like. Luckily, his teen grabbed for
the collar, instead of the cloth stretched across her
back or he might have hurt her. With that in his mouth,
he gave a jerk and there was the sound of tearing
cloth. Ironically, her Uncle's hands inside her shorts
stabilized her lower torso, and Widowmaker's jerk
helped lift her upper torso, and she was able to stand
back up with relative east.
That left her pressed against the gate by her Uncle's
big rough hands, which had jammed even further up into
her shorts.
She looked at the horse and was mildly shocked to see
most of her shirt in his mouth. He had, in fact neatly
ripped the entire back of her shirt out of the garment,
which was old and thin.
Mandy turned her head and saw her Uncle behind her. She
realized where her Uncle's hands were about the same
time she felt the front of the shirt begin to slip down
her arms.
She crossed both arms over her chest and squealed
"UNCLE BOB!"
Bob, who could not believe where his hands actually
were, had the conflicting feelings of profound
enjoyment at the feel of her firm teen butt in his
hands, and embarrassment that she knew where those
hands were.
"Um .. sorry Pumpkin" he said, trying to pull his hands
out. He couldn't though, because her weight was
pressing on them as she leaned back. "I... ah was
trying to catch you and... I guess things didn't work
out just right."
"Your hands!" she moaned.
"I know, baby" he said, pushing on her ass, trying to
get her to stand up on the slat and lean forward so he
could get his hands out. "Pull yourself forward." he
said.
Mandy, used to doing what she was told, did that. She
took her hands away from her slipping shirt and pulled,
leaning forward a little. What was left of the shirt
slid down her arms to her wrists. She felt her Uncle's
hands slide back out of her shorts and then immediately
grab her waist. "I've got you now" he said, and lifted
her off the stall gate. As her hands left the gate,
Widowmaker neatly nipped the rest of the shirt, pulling
it off her arms. When her feet hit the hay, she was
topless.
"Ohhhhhhh," she gave an embarrassed moan, and her hands
came up, each one covering a nipple.
"My my!" commented her Uncle as he turned her around to
face him. "Are you OK?"
"I think so" she gasped, but my shirt's gone! I think
Widowmaker ATE it!"
"And here I thought it was going to be a boring day"
quipped her Uncle. He was leaning sideways, looking at
her exposed skin, looking for injuries. Belatedly he
said "I think I love that horse."
She tried to be indignant at his lack of concern for
her predicament, but it was impossible. He clearly
wasn't trying to see her naked 16 year old breasts, and
was concerned that she might have been hurt.
"I'm OK, Uncle Bob. He didn't hurt me. But I can't go
out in the yard like this!"
"Well, why not?" he said, finally convinced she was
truly unhurt. "It's just you and me." That was true
enough. He ran a small operation and needed only
occasional hired help. There were some High School boys
in families on nearby spreads who came over to help
when it was needed.
"But you'll see my boobies!" she whined.
"I LOVE that horse," joked her Uncle.
Mandy, rather than getting upset, decided to tease her
Uncle. She'd just embarrass him! She dropped her hands,
exposing her succulent teen titties and said "OK, then,
let's go."
Bob swallowed. Her breasts were perfect. Nice round
globes with up thrust strawberry colored nipples. Those
nipples were firm and jutting too, as if they were
turned on by being exposed to the air. He felt his face
getting red and had to control his urge to tweak and
suck those nipples.
Mandy felt a rush of heat flow to her belly at the way
her Uncle was looking at her. He looked... hungry. She
almost covered her breasts again, but stubbornness won
out and she teased him.
"What are YOU looking at Uncle Bob? You aren't one of
those perverts are you? I'm your niece, you know! I
don't think you should be looking at me like that." But
she giggled, removing any belief that she was upset
over the situation.
"Girl," he said, his voice low and raspy, "You could
just flat kill a man, walking around like that. You
need to get a shirt on and I'll just give you two hours
to do it, understand?"
She laughed gaily and held out her hand to him. "Uncle
Bob! You are SUCH a flirt. I won't ever understand why
you haven't gotten married. I bet the girls chased you
for sure."
The girls HAD chased him, and still did now and then.
But what he had to offer wasn't much in his younger
days, and now that he was older and the ranch was doing
well, he'd gotten used to being alone. There were a
couple of women who went out with him now and again,
mostly for the sex, because he was GOOD in bed, but
they didn't want the life of a ranch wife. The rest of
the time he just beat off when he got horny. That was
quick, easy and safe.
"I don't want them old cows" he drawled, still looking
at her appreciatively. "I want ma a young pretty filly
like you. I do believe them's the prettiest titties I
ever did see."
She kept her composure, but only barely. She knew he
meant it, and that made her pussy wet. She hadn't had a
wet pussy since she found that video tape in her
brother's closet and watched a young girl getting her
socks fucked off by an older man. "Well, you can't have
me" she pouted, hands on her hips. "I'm your niece, and
that means no hanky panky". She grinned and jutted her
breasts out at him, teasing him unmercifully.
"My head knows you're my niece" he said patting his
head. "But my other head just sees a beautiful sexy
woman." His other hand grabbed his crotch. He saw her
hesitate, unsure of how in-control things were. He
decided not to uncover his crotch, which would reveal
his bulging jeans. He used the hand on his head to grab
hers and said "But my stomach is yelling that it's time
for lunch. Let's go!"
Mandy gasped as her Uncle pulled her hand. The touch of
his skin made her feel hot. He was so sexy when he
teased her like that, it just took her breath away. And
touching himself like that! Her knees felt wobbly.
He led her out of the barn and into the sunlight. He
resisted staring at her half naked body, but snuck
quick peeks, wanting to be able to remember them when
he beat off during nap time. Bob took siestas, but
called them 'nap time' for fun. They got to the house
and she scampered off to her bedroom. he sighed,
wishing he could see those fabulous breasts again
sometime.
He got his wish as she reappeared, still topless.
"Uncle Bob? There aren't any more of your shirts in my
closet, and I like wearing them cause they're so nice
and soft and cool. Have you got one in your room I can
wear?" He told her to take her pick from his closet.
She came out with one and he sighed again as she put it
on, covering up her breasts. She tied it in the same
way as the previous shirt, but did not button any of
the buttons. The resulting view of the insides of her
creamy breasts kept his prick hard all through lunch.
She never asked him why he stuck his hands in the leg
holes of her shorts that morning.
Bob made it through lunch, but the ache in his balls
was beginning to build.
"Naptime" he announced. He didn't make Mandy take naps,
of course, but she knew of his habit. She usually
watched a movie on TV, or read a book or played
solitaire or something in the cool of the big house.
She sat down while her Uncle went off to take his nap
and picked up the book she had brought with her.
She was almost finished. In fact, she found she only
had three more pages. The rest was all lists of
characters and biographies and stuff she wasn't
interested in. She needed another book. She remembered
seeing one in her Uncle's bedroom when she went to find
another shirt. It was on his dresser. If he was already
asleep she could just sneak in and get it without
bothering him. She tiptoed up the hall to his room. the
door was closed, but the handle turned in her hand
silently. She pushed the door open a little and heard
his raspy breath. Thinking he was snoring, she pushed
the door open and walked in.
He wasn't snoring. He wasn’t even sleeping. He was
beating his naked meat just as hard and fast as he
could, his eyes screwed shut, visions of Mandy's
perfect teen tits in his mind. He lay flat on his back
on the big bed, and even though his hand was wrapped
firmly around his boner, she could still see a lot of
it.
He wasn't circumcised, and his fleshy hood was whipping
back and forth, covering and then uncovering the glans
of his cock. She knew she should turn around and leave,
but something right behind her belly button wanted her
to stay and watch. She'd never seen a real live penis
before, but it looked pretty much like the one on the
video tape she'd watched. She knew from that tape that
it would squirt white stuff out when he had his orgasm.
She wanted to see that.
She felt naughty, and she had no idea what she would do
or say if he opened his eyes and saw her standing
there. Since that might happen any minute, she decided
to try to be less conspicuous. She slipped back out
through the door, but peeked around the edge. She was
none too soon.
Her uncle groaned and his hand flew faster as he moaned
something she leaned further into the room and plainly
heard his voice "Maaaaannnnndddddeeeee!" he moaned.
Then it happened. His cock started spewing. But it
wasn't like the video tape at all. On the video tapes
the guy shot drops of stuff that went five or six
inches and then landed, usually on the woman's stomach,
or maybe her back. Then the man in the video rubbed the
tip of his cock around while it oozed more white stuff.
But Uncle Bob's penis shot his stuff clear up in the
air!
It went at least two feet up and it was a long, thick
white ribbon! Then there was another one! It didn't
shoot quite as far, but it was still a stream, and not
just some drops. She was amazed at how much there was.
She knew enough about sex to know that when a man
actually fucked a woman his penis would be inside her
when that happened, and she couldn't believe that all
that thick sticky looking stuff could fit in to a
woman.
And, he had said her name!
He was thinking about HER while he masturbated! She
shivered. She'd known for a long time that he flirted
with her, but this was different. That, plus the sight
of a man's sperm, made her pussy clench in a little
spasm that made her bend over. Her pussy spritzed a
little wetness that she knew was soaking her panties.
She backed up and closed the door silently before he
saw her.
As she stood in the hall she realized she was panting.
She felt edgy, anxious, somehow unhappy and she didn't
know why. She wanted to see him again, that was for
sure. She found that stiff male thing he played with
irresistible.
She knocked on his door and heard frantic movement
inside. She smiled to herself. "Uncle Bob? Are you
asleep yet? There's a book I want to borrow."
She opened the door and walked right in, like there
could be nothing wrong with doing that. There was a
sheet over his lower body. His chest was, of course,
bare. "Uh... sure" he was still breathing hard and his
face was flushed, his hair messed up.
The sheet over him was darkening where it was soaking
up something on his stomach. She knew what that was,
but didn't draw attention to it. "It's on your dresser.
I saw it when I came to get the shirt." She picked up
the book, looking at the front, then the back and
pretending to read the synopsis. "Is it any good?"
Bob had recovered from the shock of her being at the
door just after he finished his fantasy of filling her
16 year old pussy full of his hot sperm. He'd snatched
the sheet over his naked body as she walked in the
door. But he hadn't had time to clean up. His eyes had
been closed when he shot, so he didn't actually know
where all that spooge had gone. He felt some of it on
his abdomen, and glanced down to see a dark stain
coming through the sheet. There wasn't anything he
could do about it.
"Uh... gee honey... I'm not sure I've read it yet." he
said, only half hearing her comments. She came over to
the bed and stood right next to him, only two feet from
his naked cock and held out the book. "This one" she
said, standing there patiently. She looked down at the
sheet, at the lump that was his penis, and at the stain
that was his semen. He saw her look, but she didn't say
anything.
"No, I haven't read that one yet" he croaked. She said
"OK" and, with a flip of her pony tail, she turned and
walked out the door. He sagged into the bed.
Mandy was so excited she didn't know what to do. She
had so much energy she wanted to run and jump and shout
all at once. She'd never experienced this kind of
feeling and had no idea that, in reality, she was just
plain horny.
After siesta time Bob got dressed and decided to work
with the new Mustang who had been involved in the
morning incident. He yelled to Mandy and heard her call
back from outside. He looked and saw she had cleaned up
a big pile of old boards and was pulling weeds from
what had once been a flower garden. She had smudges of
dirt on her face and arms. Her shirt was soaked with
sweat and clung to her breasts like a second skin. He
told her what they were going to do and she jumped up
excitedly.
Widowmaker liked Mandy, and let her put a halter on him
with no problem. Then they let him out and Bob walked
him around the corral for a while Mandy sat on the
fence and watched. He asked her if she wanted to try it
and she jumped off the fence. He couldn't help but see
her breasts bounce and wobble under her shirt and felt
himself getting stiff again.
Damn" he thought. "I have to quit looking at her or
something. This is crazy!"
Mandy took the rope from her Uncle and trotted around
the enclosure happily. Bob got harder and harder as he
watched her breasts. Finally he couldn't take it any
more and told her to put him away. He supervised as she
brushed Widowmaker down and he whickered, standing
firm. Bob was amazed that a wild animal like this could
be so taken with a young girl. But Widowmaker was a
stallion, so maybe he thought she was cute too. Bob
laughed at the thought of the horse getting a boner for
the girl.
When they'd put Widowmaker back in his stall, Bob said
he was going down to the creek to cool off in the
swimming hole. Mandy chirped "Good, I want to come too.
I'm all hot and dusty". Bob groaned. He'd planned on
going down there and skinny dipping and jerking off
again. "Uh, sweet cheeks, I'm gonna skinny dip. I don't
have a real swimming suit." he said.
"That's OK" she said. "I'll skinny dip with you!"
"Sweetheart, you can't do that, we'll be naked." he
said gruffly.
"So?" she said.
"I thought you didn't want me to see your sweet little
titties." he said.
"Isn't that what skinny dipping means? What's the big
deal?" she said. "You saw me this morning. What's the
difference?"
"You sure didn't act like that this morning. You were
mighty shy then." he smiled.
"Well, it wasn't so bad. And besides, it would feel
really good to get cool in the creek."
He didn't know what to do, but the thought of seeing
those lovely breasts again caused him to make a
decision that would change their lives forever. "OK" he
said "But don't say I didn't warn you."
Now Mandy's energy level was enough to cause her to run
down the path, stop and run back to where he was
walking. She was jittery and talked like a motor mouth.
When they got to the creek, however, she got more
subdued at the thought of actually taking off ALL her
clothes in front of her handsome Uncle. He, on the
other hand, started taking off his clothing as if it
were the natural thing to do. When he was naked except
for his pants he turned to her.
"Mandy, honey, there's something you need to understand
before we go swimming."
She looked at him, toying with the knot in her shirt.
It was half undone and as he said that it came loose
and hung. Now her skin was visible from neck to belly
button.
"What?" she said.
"Well, when a man sees a good looking woman, there are
changes that happen in his body." he started out. "He
gets... um... he has..."
"An erection?" she said, finishing his sentence. "Is
that what you mean?"
He blushed. "Well, yes. He gets... an erection. It's a
normal thing, and if you should happen to see one... I
mean if I... um."
Uncle Bob, do you have an erection?" she said, and at
that precise moment she let the shirt slide off her
back and down her arms to the ground. Once again she
was topless.
Bob definitely had an erection.
"Uh, yes, Mandy, I do. But I don't want you to be
afraid!" he said quickly.
"Uncle Bob!" she said. "I'm not afraid of you. It just
means you want to have sex with me, right?"
Bob looked around. What in the world was going on here?
She was standing there, topless, her fingers on the
button of his old bush shorts, asking him to confirm
the fact that he wanted to fuck her brains out.
Those fingers twitched.
The shorts hit the ground like there was ten pounds of
lead in them. Now all she was wearing were those powder
blue high rise panties that had pulled up into the
crease between her pussy lips.
"Uncle Bob?" she said.
He unfroze. She seemed to be taking this remarkably
well. "Well, yes, I suppose there is one part of my
brain... a male part... that sees you as a beautiful
young woman and potential sexual partner, but you don't
have to worry about that."
Her thumbs slipped into the waistband of those panties
on each side and pressed downward on the high rise
band. She bent over and suddenly the panties were at
her knees, then her ankles and then on the ground as
one foot daintily stepped out of them, followed by the
other.
"I told you I'm not afraid of you," she said, standing
in front of him totally nude. "Now, are we going
swimming or not?"
He was so rattled that it never occurred to him that
she could have gone in the water without waiting for
him to remove the rest of his clothing. But that's what
she did. She put her hands on her hips and turned one
foot outwards, standing hipshot like a horse, obviously
waiting for him to join her.
"What the hell?" he said and dropped his pants. He
wasn't wearing underwear. His 42 year old boner stood
straight and proud, pointing at the object of its
desire. He at least got the satisfaction of seeing her
eyes go round and a flush come to the skin above her
breasts.
He took a step toward her and she broke like a scared
rabbit. Every shred of the bravado she'd displayed fled
and she screamed as she ran for the water. She tripped
running in and bounded back up, jumping up an down,
yelling and yipping until he thought she was hurt. He
waded in behind her and was inundated with splashes
from her frantic acrobatics.
"Mandy?" he said. She didn't seem to notice and he
yelled "MANDY!!"
She stopped and whirled, looking at him from only a
foot away. Her eyes were wild, like the Mustang
Stallion's eyes had been when he first approached him.
She stood frozen, trembling.
He lifted one hand. "Mandy, honey?" he said.
She made a sound low in her throat and threw herself at
him. Her arms went around him in a bear hug and her
body writhed against him. He couldn't believe the
ferocity of her attack. But her nails were not raking,
her fists were not beating. She seemed to be trying to
envelope him with her arms and legs. He held her close
to him, whispering soothing things into her ear as she
struggled, not to get free, but to get closer to him
somehow. His body reacted to her soft breasts pressing
against his stomach, her soft pussy hair mashed against
his thigh, where her legs were clamped.
His hands cupped her naked bottom and he pulled her
upward. Her arms climbed him until they were around his
neck and her face was under his chin. Now her breasts
were pressed against his own and his rigid penis was
between her legs, pressed directly against her teenaged
pussy.
She got quiet as suddenly as she had exploded into
action.
"Mandy, honey, are you OK?" he said into her ear,
holding her tight.
"I saw you today," she sighed, wiggling against him in
a completely erotic manner.
"Mandy?" he was really concerned now. She was acting
VERY strangely.
"I saw you in your bed today," she said to his neck.
He didn't understand at first, until he remembered her
coming to get the book during siesta. "When you got the
book?"
She shuddered and held him tighter. "Before that"
He went pale. "You mean when I was...?"
"When you said my name" she sighed, her breath hot
against his neck.
He thought about what he should do, what he should say.
He came up blank. "Mandy... I..."
Finally her face lifted and she looked at him. She was
crying and tears were streaming down her face. "It made
me feel... I don't know... CRAZY! she said.
He loosened his grip on her, letting her go, but she
held him tight. "I feel that way now Uncle Bob. Like
I'm going to fly apart. Like I'm going to explode or
something. I don't know what to do Uncle Bob. What's
wrong with meeeeee?" she wailed.
Finally he understood what was happening to her. She
had hormones running through her blood like fire
leaping from tree to tree in a forest fire. She was in
heat, like a wild mare who had smelled the stallion.
He didn't think about right and wrong. He just thought
about the cure for what ailed her.
He kissed her.
It was a lip-bruising kiss, that had every bit of
passion he could communicate through his lips and
tongue. She melted into him, going limp as if she'd
passed out. He walked with her as the kiss deepened,
carrying her out of the water to the soft grass that
grew on the bank. It was deep and cool and formed their
bed.
Never breaking the kiss he lay her down and his hands
roamed over her body, caressing, stroking, tweaking,
squeezing. He touched her breasts, paying particular
attention to her nipples. Then he stroked her belly and
rustled her pubic hair before sliding his whole hand
between her legs, pressing as her hips jerked
spasmodically.
Her legs opened and he rubbed her, first hard, and then
with a feather touch. He let one finger skim between
her labia and her hips jerked again. When his finger
entered her body her tongue entered his mouth.
No words were spoken. None were needed.
He climbed between her legs and she opened them for
him, knowing what to do, though never having done it
before. He didn't ask, or wait. He simply slotted his
prick in her pussy and pushed. Her groans and writhing
hips communicated discomfort, but her nails in his butt
cheeks pulled him ever deeper.
When he hit bottom he pulled his lips away from hers
and let her breathe. She took in great shuddering gasps
of air as her hips began to move, jerking, wiggling,
sometimes trying to get away from the thing skewering
her, and sometimes trying to climb further up on it.
She began a low voiced chant "Uncle Bob... Uncle Bob...
Uncle BOB... UNCLE BOB! UNCLEBOB! UNCLEBOB!
UNCLEBOB!!" she screamed his name as her untried pussy
spasmed around his cock and she fell screaming into her
first orgasm as a woman.
Bob was swallowed by that hurricane of emotion and
reaction and his cock played its part, jetting his seed
into her depths in long almost painful contractions of
his cock and balls. Over and over his penis poured
forth his offering of love and her pussy drank every
drop, thirsting for more.
He collapsed, pinning her to the ground, so drained he
could do nothing more than plant his elbows beside her
ribs so she could still breathe. The weight of his
thighs on hers kept his prick embedded in her as it
oozed it's last drips in her.
When he could summon the energy he gave a convulsive
flex of his muscles and rolled sideways. His cock,
almost glued to her pussy walls by their combined
jellies, pulled free with a sticky plop and he landed
on his back beside her, too weak to move again.
She lay just as limply, legs still open, arms at her
sides, eyes glazed and staring. Her well fucked pussy
still flexed occasionally, forcing big globs of creamy
cum out of her vagina.
They both just breathed.
Eventually her hand lifted and sought his body. She
touched him and her head rolled toward him. He was
almost afraid to look her in the eyes. Hadn't he told
her she had nothing to fear from him? And now he had
violated that trust. But he forced himself to look at
her. What he saw brought him wonder. There was
gratitude, and love, and a tired laughter somehow.
She licked her lips, preparing to speak.
What would she say?
Would she curse him?
He didn't think so, but...
"How long..." she whispered. "Until we can do that
again?"
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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