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The Equestrian Centre
by Spiney Norman (spiney@g0orc.demon.co.uk)
***
An 40-year-old male employee at the Equestrian Centre
strikes up a relationship with the owner, and then the
owner's 17-year-old daughter. (M+/f-teen, 1st, mast,
oral, anal)
***
At 17, Heather Jones had reached a defining point in her
young life. Without enough academic qualifications to go
on to higher education, she faced an uncertain future.
She lived in the depths of the country and to many
people would seem to have the ideal existence. Her
father John had died in an equestrian accident when she
was ten, and since then had been brought up by her
mother Helen who was now in her late thirties.
Heather hadn't enjoyed her school years - her mother
took her to a small comprehensive school on the
outskirts of the town and she didn't make too many
friends with anyone of her own age. Most of the kids
that she met in school came from humdrum suburban homes
and seemed to live rather deprived lives in comparison
to Heather's comfortable existence.
Secretly, Heather felt that she deserved better
schooling than this and regarded herself as from a
higher social background than her fellow pupils. She
daren't tell her mother though - despite their family
being very well off, both her mother, and her father
before he died, were determined that Heather was not
going to get things laid on a plate for her. She would
have to learn the hard way that the good things in life
had to be earned.
Heather's fellow pupils regarded her as a stuck-up bitch
and had little or nothing to do with her. Her teachers
couldn't really be bothered with her as she showed
little or no aptitude to learn academic subjects, her
only success coming on the sports field, where she took
her frustrations out on the track and became quite a
good athlete.
As a result of this, out of school, Heather didn't have
the normal sort of fun that her friends had. She spent
her leisure time helping her mother run the Equestrian
Centre, doing most of the dirty jobs that were part of
the normal daily routine. She had to get up early and
muck out before she went to school and, on her return,
she would help Alan, the groom, clean down all of the
tack after its day's use. She would then spend her
evenings feeding and then grooming her charges before
going to bed around nine o'clock.
Here she was, just after her seventeenth birthday, and
leaving school in two months. She realised that she had
to find some sort of employment - but where? Even kids
with their full supply of GCSE's couldn't find work
locally so what chance did she stand with no
qualifications and living miles from anywhere.
Despite being fairly strict, her mother was a kind
person who appreciated the problems her only child was
going through. She could tell that Heather was worried
about something and was becoming quiet and withdrawn and
was also concerned that she seemed to have no friends of
her own age. When Helen asked her about it, Heather was
initially very reluctant to talk about her problems but
she soon came to realise that her mother, with her
greater experience of life, might be able to offer her
some solutions.
Helen had made a great success out of running the centre
and her workload was growing daily. When Heather had
told her that she was worried about getting a job, her
mother immediately offered he a full-time post at the
Centre but with certain conditions. In line with her
philosophy that Heather would have to work hard for her
reward, she was determined that she would get no
privileges from being the owner's daughter.
She asked Alan to join them. Alan had been at the centre
for nearly twelve years after Heather's father had
initially given him a job as a kind gesture to an old
school friend when he had fallen on hard times. When
John died, Helen though it was a sensible move to keep
Alan on and he had proved himself to be a helpful and
efficient groom.
"I think we need to give you a list of tasks for you to
be responsible for and in your spare time.
"Alan and I will teach you enough about the business for
you to be able to take over when I feel like a holiday,"
her mother said. "I'm going to ask Alan to keep a watch
on you and he will let me know how you are shaping up on
the practical side of the business. I'll then take over
and give you an idea of the administration of the
Centre."
Alan agreed, "I think that you've probably had enough of
the dirty jobs - I think you should now be preparing the
horses for our customers and helping them settle down
with them."
All the time this conversation was going on, Heather
stood and listened, knowing that, whilst she didn't
fancy it much, it would probably do until she could find
something better. After some brief thought she agreed
and was pleasantly surprised when her mother said she
would receive an allowance of 100 a week, subject to her
satisfactory performance.
She left school in July and started work immediately.
She surprised herself by finding out that she really
enjoyed meeting people and helping them with the horses.
On top of that, there was the added advantage that she
was able to work more closely with Alan. She hadn't
really paid him much attention to him before but she was
pleased to find him a pleasant and thoughtful boss who
helped and encouraged her. Her confidence increased and
she became very popular with the riders who used the
centre.
***
After one particularly long and hard day she finally sat
down in the stables to have a rest. Alan came in and,
since Heather had worked hard all day, he agreed to
complete to mucking out, feeding and grooming of the 6
horses that had been placed in Heather's charge. He
stripped to the waist to start the hot work and Heather
noticed, all of a sudden, how attractive he was. He was
a lot older than her, not heavily built, but his muscles
rippled and he swung the fork backwards and forwards.
Alan noticed her watching him - and was pleased that a
forty-year old man could still catch the eye of a
teenager. He threw himself into his work and was
rewarded by Heather's sharp blue eyes following him
around the stable.
Alan had often wondered about Heather, she had seemed to
take no interest in boys and when he had asked her about
it, she just said that there was plenty of time for that
when she found someone whom she liked. Alan decided to
test her out and suddenly looked up at her and staring
her straight in the eye said, "Enjoying the view?" he
asked her.
Heather was struck dumb and blushed bright red knowing
that she had been caught out.
"Well," he urged.
"Err, what do you mean?" she finally managed to stammer
out.
"Well, you've been staring at me for ten minutes now, do
you like what you see?"
"I haven't been staring!" she lied.
"Yes you have, you know you have."
"Well perhaps a bit," she agreed. "I was just thinking
how different you were to all of the boys I have seen at
school."
"How do you mean, different?" he said.
"Mature, I suppose. I got really fed up with the
juvenile conversation and its really nice to be able to
talk with someone without knowing they are just out to
make fun of you. Alan was a little disappointed - he had
hoped that she would admit that she liked the look of
his body.
He replied, "Did you have a lot of trouble with the boys
at school?"
"Not really, although one or two kept on trying to touch
me when I didn't want them to - I told the teacher and
got them removed from class."
"No wonder you weren't very popular - what were they
trying to do?"
Heather blushed, "You know, touch me and things... and I
didn't like it."
With that, Alan noticed that Heather's eyes had begun to
moisten and she started to cry. He went over and sat
next to her, putting his arms around her as she broke
into uncontrollable sobs.
"Never mind, it's all over now, you won't get any
problems like that again here." Heather looked him in
the eyes and felt the reassured from what Alan had told
her.
***
That night, Heather simply could not get off to sleep -
she kept having the image of Alan's tight body in her
mind and she felt very strange. She had never had any
strong feelings for anyone, but she now found that she
was fantasising over a 40-year-old man. She then lay
down and pulled the bedclothes over her.
Her hands drifted down to her small breasts and when she
touched the small button nipples, a shock of electricity
shot though her. She had always resisted any temptation
she had had to play with herself but tonight the feeling
was overwhelming. Her hands reached down to her belly
and slowly caressed it, almost daring herself to go
lower. She moved down to her tiny vagina and parted the
small lips, when her thoughts were shattered by the
noise of the outside door slamming hard.
She could hear voices.
She hurriedly put her night-dress back on sat-up in bed
listening. She looked across at the clock and found that
it was close to two a.m. She was sure that she could
hear Alan and her mother talking in the hallway
downstairs but couldn't make out what they were saying.
She was very surprised to hear Alan's voice because
after he finished work, his invariable practice was to
have a meal at the local pub before going back to his
small cottage in the village.
After a while, all went quiet and Heather started to
drift off to sleep, only to be awakened by the sound of
whispering voices, only this time much closer. Her
mother was laughing and giggling and seemed to be
slightly drunk - she was obviously in the corridor
outside of Heather's bedroom and Alan was with her. This
time the voices were a lot clearer.
Alan said, "It's no good, if you can't manage it, I'm
just going to have to put you to bed myself."
"Oh no you don't," Helen replied, accompanied by a loud
thump as she fell over again.
"You see, you can't even stand up. Here, let me help
you."
Heather heard a lot more giggling and laughing until
Helen said in a very loud voice, "Get off - you are not
taking my clothes off."
"Oh yes I am," replied Alan.
By this time Heather could not believe what was going on
- she hadn't realised that Alan and his mother
associated socially and was shocked to hear what was
occurring in the next room. All had gone quiet and
Heather, anxious now to know what was happening, quietly
got out of bed and pressed her ear to the wall. All she
could hear was the sound of rustling bedclothes until
she heard her mother quietly say, "What do you think you
are doing?"
"Can't you guess?" Alan replied. "I've fancied you for
all of these years and never had the courage to tell
you. Do you really think I'm going to miss an
opportunity like this?"
"What do you mean?" Helen replied - Heather thought that
she could detect a hint of fright in her mother's voice.
"Ever since John died, I've been waiting for an
opportunity to make love to you, and now it's here!"
Heather's jaw dropped in shock as she realised was about
to happen. She considered rushing next door to help her
mother when she heard her "and I've fancied you for ages
too, Alan, but not tonight and not here". She realised
that her mother was not exactly being raped. It all went
quiet for a moment until Heather heard her mother moan
and say, "OK, OK, but quietly."
It went quiet for a while and then Heather heard her
mother gasp. "It's huge, you'll never get all of that
inside me - it's too big!"
"Oh yes I will," Alan replied.
Helen groaned and pleaded, "No, no it won't fit," but
Heather heard he mother cry out as Alan said "We're
nearly there - just a bit more,".
"No more, please," Helen said, but Heather heard he
mother grunt loudly as Alan pushed home hard.
Heather then noticed the rhythmic creaking of the bed,
punctuated by regular groaning. All of a sudden Heather
heard Alan shout and everything went quiet for about
five minutes or so. The her mother spoke, "That was
lovely, Alan, now for chrissake get out before you wake
Heather up. I'll see you tomorrow."
***
Not surprisingly, Alan didn't appear for work the next
morning and it was after the weekend when Heather saw
him again. Everything seemed normal between him and her
mother as Heather just went about her normal chores.
Helen seemed to be a lot relaxed as they started to make
no secret of their relationship, Alan being a frequent
visitor to the flat.
After a month or so, Heather was not surprised at all
when her mother announced that Alan was moving in.
Heather was pleased that her mother was much happier,
indeed she seemed as happy as she had done at any time
with John, Heather's father.
One Friday, Helen told her that she was going to spend
the weekend at an Equestrian Rally and Alan and Heather
would be in charge of the Centre. Heather was looking
forward to her new responsibility and decided that she
ought to talk over their weekend activities with Alan.
She found him in the stable, again stripped to the waist
whilst he worked.
"Hi Alan," she said. "Do you want me do anything extra
this weekend?"
"No, not really," said Alan. "Just do what you do so
well, preparing the horses and looking after our
customers."
"OK, but I feel I should be helping you more whilst mum
is away."
"Well, you could cook me meal tonight, if you like."
"OK, that's fine, I'll make it special."
Fortunately, Saturday afternoon was quiet and Heather
had plenty of time to gather all of the provisions
together and cook Alan his favourite meal of salmon in
fennel sauce. They relaxed afterwards with a glass of
wine and Heather started to feel rather mellow.
"Have you enjoyed working with us over the last six
months?" Alan asked
"Yes, really, - I like working with you and mum, it's
much more fun than being at school with a lot of
immature kids - and I like the responsibility," Heather
added.
"I'm sure you must miss something about school, though,"
Alan probed.
"Well, I don't miss those horrible bullies in the fifth
year, they were the pits. They just would not leave me
alone," Heather shuddered at the memory."
"What did they do to you? Do you want to talk about it?"
He noticed Heather eyes start to moisten again and Alan
said, "I think you need to get it out of your system -
tell me all about it."
Heather realised that she could trust Alan and, through
her snuffles she told Alan about a boy called Mike
Edwards and his pals who would follow her around because
she wouldn't make friends with them. "Mostly they just
made fun of her but one day they went too far and,
whilst pinning her to the wall outside of the classroom,
mauled their hands over her breasts and up her skirt.
"They only stopped when the teacher came along the
corridor and asked what had been going on." Heather told
him and he immediately took her to see the headmaster.
Heather burst into tears when she explained that she
identified the boys to the headmaster and they were
eventually expelled. After that her other boys made her
life a misery and she couldn't wait to leave.
"I'm not surprised that you were put off boys - but they
are all not like that, you know," Alan comforted.
"I know, it's just that I've never really met a man I've
liked very much until I started working with you. I can
see how happy you have made mum." Heather hesitated,
"Err... Alan?" she said.
"Yes? What's the matter?"
"Err, I have a confession to make to you..."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you remember that night when you first came here
with mum?"
Alan remembered all right, he had been waiting for ages
for that chance. "Yes..." he hesitated, "what about it?"
"Well, I heard everything!"
"What do you mean - everything?" Alan asked.
"Everything you and mum said and did in the bedroom,"
Heather revealed.
"Oh dear, I'm sorry, I knew we should have been a little
quieter."
"No!" Heather hesitated, "Don't apologise. I shouldn't
have listened, mum obviously enjoyed it. You must be a
very experienced and caring lover."
"Well its true I've had my fair share of women friends
over the years but I've never found anyone I've liked
sufficiently to settle down with until now - I love your
mother a great deal, Heather, and I really do care for
you as well, you know," Alan said.
"I know, it shows in the way you treat me at work," she
agreed.
"Alan..."
"Yes Heather?"
"Umm... do you remember that afternoon in the stable,
when you said that I was staring at you while you mucked
out?"
"Yes, you said you weren't."
"Well, I was," Heather blushed profusely. "I'd never
been attracted to anyone until then."
"That's very nice of you to say that. I think you're
attractive too."
"Do you really fancy me?" she queried.
"Of course I do, any man in their right mind would find
it hard to resist you."
"I'm not sure about that, no one at school fancied me,
they just said I was a stuck-up bitch."
"Well, remember you've matured too, you have had six
months working with us here and it has given you lots of
confidence and experience," Alan stated.
"Not experience," Heather said. "Or rather not the sort
of experience I need."
"What do you mean?"
"Well ah," Heather hesitated, "I'd err... like you to
teach me how to love... like you and mum do. I would
trust someone older and experienced not to hurt me but
make me feel good. All I know about sex and love is what
I've learnt in sex-ed classes, there must be more to it
than that."
"Making each other feel good is really what it's all
about, but hold on a bit," Alan warned. "Don't get
carried away here!"
"You see, I knew you didn't fancy me," she retorted.
"Of course I do, it's just... well... you're Helen's
daughter."
"What difference does that make? Look, I really do want
you and I'll do anything as long as it pleases you, now
are you going to teach me how to make love or what?"
Heather confidently demanded.
Alan hadn't realised what an impression he had made on
this teenager over the last few weeks. It was obvious to
him that she had been very unhappy and responded to the
first person who showed her any affection.
However, Alan could feel his resistance begin to wane -
he had always had a penchant for younger girls and had
made love to a considerable number over the years, but
none as young as Heather, a virginal seventeen. He
fought with his conscience and lost.
He realised that Helen would not have to find out
otherwise his job could go out of the window. In truth
he missed his regular sexual bouts with Helen and this
was just the opportunity he needed.
"Well, I guess it would be OK, but you must remember not
to let your mother know what's going on. You could get
us both into a lot of trouble." Alan told her.
Helen smiled and Alan drunk in her body - the teenager
had a cute face with an odd freckle on her cheeks and
the simple clothes she wore didn't detract from her
lovely body. She had her hair long with a pony tail just
touching her shoulders.
Alan could see the edges of her lacy bra through her
loose fitting white blouse which concealed the shape of
her breasts well and this was tucked into a flared knee-
length pleated skirt, the one she always changed into
after work. This really showed off her slender legs and
Alan had a great deal of difficulty just holding himself
back. But he thought he had to lay down a few ground
rules and find out just how far she wanted to go.
"Remember I'll do this on one condition - if at any time
you feel uncomfortable with anything I do, then let me
know and I'll stop right away - OK?" Alan stated.
"OK," she murmured.
"Are you really sure you want to go through with this?"
Alan asked.
She nodded, and Alan though he detected a look of
apprehension on her face.
"OK, are you ready for your first lesson?" he said.
She looked up and smiled as Alan slowly moved across
towards where she was sat on the sofa. He put his arms
around her and gently kissed her. Alan noted that she
was obviously very inexperienced and had to tell her to
open her mouth slightly, soften her lips and let her
tongue explore his mouth. Alan broke the kiss to tell
her to relax and not be so tense. She tried and Alan was
pleased to see her respond more naturally next time.
"Do you like that?" he asked.
"It's lovely, it makes me feel all gooey inside," she
responded.
Alan felt her inexperience to be a terrific turn-on. His
trousers were already sporting a huge bulge and he
really couldn't believe that this young girl could be so
infatuated with him.
"I love your soft lips, Heather, you kiss so well now
you know how. Are you ready to carry on?" Alan
tentatively asked her.
"Um... OK, but please go easy with me," she pleaded.
"Don't worry, remember anything you don't like with just
say and I'll stop."
Alan kissed her more urgently this time, putting his
hand behind her head and pulling her into him. With his
right hand he undid a few buttons of her blouse and
tickled her midriff. She giggled and moaned a little in
Alan's ear and he decided she was ready for the next
stage. He let go of her and looked her in the eye. He
was sure she wasn't going to back off now but Alan
thought he just ought to test her out one more time.
"Take your blouse off, Heather."
She hesitated slightly but stood up, and in an
incredibly sexy way pulled her blouse out of her skirt,
undid the buttons from bottom to top, and slipped her
blouse over her shoulders. She stood there in the centre
of the room, giving Alan a wonderful side-on view. She
had nicely sized tits, Alan thought, and he was itching
to get his hands on them. He could just see the outline
of her left nipple, sticking though the fabric of her
bra. He realised that, despite her nervousness, she must
be a little aroused by his attention.
"Come over here then," he said.
Her tits jiggled slightly in a provocative way as she
crossed the floor towards him.
"No one else has ever seen my breasts, Alan... are they
OK?" Heather asked.
"Well, they look very nice, but I'm going to take your
bra off so I can really see them," he told her.
"No, it's OK - I'll do it," she said.
"Who is giving who the lesson,?" Alan said in a slightly
raised voice.
"Sorry," Heather said
"It's OK, there's nothing to be scared about, - now turn
round," Alan told her.
She slowly turned around and Alan ran his hands up her
shapely back, under the elastic of her bra strap and
released the catch. Heather shivered.
"Hold your arms out in front of you, Alan asked.
Alan walked around in front of her and gradually pulled
her bra off along her arms. All of the time he stopped
himself from staring at her breasts by looking at her
face, interested to see her reaction.
"Don't look so worried," he told her "they are
beautiful."
Her breasts were about the size of a large grapefruit
but without a hint of sag. They were almost conical in
shape and Alan couldn't hold himself back. He reached
out with both hands and cupped them. She gasped, as if a
bolt of electricity had shot though her.
"Do you like me touching your breasts, Heather," he
said, staring into her eyes.
She just nodded as Alan continued his exploration of her
tits by taking each tiny nipple in his fingers and
gently squeezing until they stuck out about half an inch
from her aureoles.
"Are you happy so far - do you like it?" he asked.
"Oh yes, Alan, I've never felt like this before," she
replied breathlessly, "I have a very strange feeling in
my stomach."
"Do you want me to continue?" Alan asked.
Without waiting for her answer he bent down and applied
is tongue to her left breast. He slurped first on one
nipple and then the other until they both stood out
prominently from the aureole. She was ready, Alan
decided.
"Well, I to move on now," Alan told her.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Right! You will do everything I tell you. You may be a
scared but I won't hurt you - OK?"
She nodded her acceptance.
"Are you sure?" he asked again.
"Yes," she said quietly.
"OK - that's fine. I want you to kneel down in front of
me - do you understand?"
Hesitatingly, she nodded, looking a little worried.
"OK, do it then," he urged. Heather looked down at his
trousers and saw the huge bulge.
"Heather, kneel down," Alan said firmly.
She slowly went down onto the floor.
"It's time to see just how determined you are about
seeing this through," he warned her.
"You've made me feel so good , can I make you feel good
too?" she asked.
"Yes, very soon you will," he mysteriously told her.
He knew that when Heather had not seen an erect cock
before and when she saw his, she would panic. More
experienced lovers had told him that it was one of the
biggest they had ever seen, it was sure to make an
enormous impression on Heather.
"I want you to undo my belt and trousers, and pull them
down and take out my penis," he told her.
Her tiny hands moved over his bulge whilst she struggled
with his belt, her face looking up at him with a worried
frown. Eventually, her nervous fingers managed to undo
the belt and she gently tried to lower his zipper.
Alan's erection was so large that she couldn't get the
zip over it and the friction of her hands whilst she
struggled was causing Alan to breathe very heavily
indeed.
She looked up at Alan and said, "I can't undo it, will
you help me please?"
Alan replied "No, you do it. Squeeze it hard before
pulling the zip down."
She hesitated and Alan raised his voice a little - "Go
on - do it" he urged. She put her small hand immediately
over Alan's penis and pushed. Alan struggled to keep his
composure as the zip strained and eventually gave way,
his trousers falling to his ankles. He stepped out of
them and stood before the kneeling girl clad only in his
pants. She gasped when she saw the size of the bulge in
his pants.
"OK, so far so good - are you all right?"
She looked up at him with a worried frown, but nodded.
"OK, right - pull my pants off then," he told her.
Her small hands took hold of the waistband of Alan's
pants and she tugged them downwards, exposing his
erection. Released from its prison, it sprung out and
hit Heather under the chin, and a drop of pre-cum
splashed onto her face. She gasped loudly when she saw
her it, her first erect prick. She couldn't believe the
size of it.
"That's huge - do you manage get all of that inside of
mum?" she asked.
"Well I do now, although it was a struggle until she got
used to it," he boasted.
She sat back and rubbed her chin where the pre-cum had
landed. Alan looked at her and could tell she was having
second thoughts about the whole episode, having seen the
size of his prick. He was beginning to breathe hard now,
but was enjoying himself with an innocent teenager,
because she had no pre-conceived ideas - he was sure she
would be receptive to anything he asked of her.
"Now I'm sure that you know what happens when a man
becomes aroused, don't you?" he asked.
"In sex-ed classes they told us that a man's thing.. err
penis squirts out sperm when it is inside the vagina
which fertilizes the egg in a women's womb."
"Yes, that's right, and I'm sure you don't want to get
pregnant, do you!"
"Of course not," she said.
"Well, you will be pleased to hear that I can't make you
pregnant as I've been sterilized, so we can have all the
fun we like - OK?"
"Are you ready for the next stage - the one that will
make me feel really good," he asked.
She nodded, a little more enthusiastically this time.
"It's time for you to learn about the penis - get hold
of it in the middle please."
She gently reached up and attempted to put her small
hand round it but it wouldn't reach.
"Grip it hard and move it up and down" he instructed.
She tentatively moved the foreskin back exposing the
angry, veiny purple head with seemed to swell even
larger with all of her attention. She gasped again as
Alan instructed her to carry on pumping his prick. She
was building up quite a rhythm and Alan felt the
stirrings in the base of his cock, as he was getting
ready to blow.
"Stop for a while please Heather," he said. "I don't
want to cum just yet."
Heather wasn't sure what he meant. "What do you mean
"cum"?" she asked.
"It's when a man squirts his sperm out of his penis -
it's also called an orgasm," he told her. "Men love to
squirt their sperm into a girl's mouth and see her taste
it. Some girls' don't like the taste though." She was
intrigued and she stopped her pumping, looked up at him
and smiled as if she was starting to enjoy this.
"OK Heather, pull my foreskin right back."
She boldly did as she was instructed.
"Now leaving your hand on it, put it in your mouth," he
commanded.
She couldn't believe what he had asked her to do. The
angry purple head was slimy with pre-cum and she really
didn't fancy doing that at all. She looked up at him and
said, "Alan, I'm not really sure I'm ready for this yet,
do I have to?"
"Well Heather your mother likes to do it and I'm sure
she wouldn't do anything that was nasty. If you are not
happy with it in your mouth, just lick the end a
little," Alan tried to persuade her.
Heather slowly sat up and stuck out her surprisingly
long tongue and licked the slimy end of his prick. It
was oozing lots of the clear liquid now and he told her
to stick her tongue in the slit and taste it.
Hesitatingly she did so before running her tongue around
the edge of his helmet.
"Do you like the taste?" he asked.
"Err, I'm not sure, its tastes a little salty and its
rather slimy," she replied honestly.
"OK, well it's not too bad, is it,?"
"No, it's OK, I guess," she said.
"Well now you know that it's all right, put it in your
mouth and suck it."
She did as she was told, struggling to encompass the
enormous girth. Alan instructed her to move her hand up
and down and swirl her tongue about while she sucked.
Heather felt that she was getting the hang of this when
Alan suddenly spoke.
"Right - I'm going to cum soon and I want you to swallow
it. It will taste just the same as before, only there
will be a lot more of it. I will tell you just before it
happens so as it doesn't surprise you, but swallow as
much as you can - is that OK?"
"Does my mum swallow it?" she asked
"Your mother loves the taste and always swallows it"
Alan said.
"Uh, I guess it will be OK then," she said.
"Right," he said, "carry on."
She put his enormous head back into her mouth and did as
she had been told. Her tongue gave him a lovely saliva
bath as her hand gently pumped him. After a minute or
two, Alan told her he was about to cum.
"OK Heather, just stick out your tongue and rest the end
of my prick on it. That's right - now pump it with your
hand until I say stop - OK" Alan suddenly stiffened and
Heather felt the helmet expand on her tongue.
"OK Heather - here it comes!!"
Heather didn't know what to expect but nothing was going
to prepare her for the onslaught that she was about to
get. Alan grunted once and the first spurt of semen shot
out of his prick and hit the back of her throat. She
gagged and tried to close her mouth but Alan made sure
he held the back of her head and pushed his prick well
into her mouth.
She was choking on the next two spurts as Alan held her
and he was surprised to see his semen start to run out
of her nose and onto her top lip as she tried to
swallow. Still she tried to escape his spitting monster,
but Alan held firm and delivered spurt after spurt into
her mouth.
When the flow finally stopped, Alan held the back of her
head whilst thrust backwards and forwards to milk the
last of his spunk into her throat, before finally
pulling his dripping cock from her mouth.
The teenager was still spluttering as she looked up at
him. She didn't say a word as Alan, carried away by the
moment wiped his prick across her lip to mop up the
sperm that had run down her nose and pushed the slimy
residue back into her mouth. She didn't move and Alan
had to tell he to get her tongue moving and clean his
prick. She did as she was told and licked every drop off
his prick before moving away and making a visible effort
to swallow it.
Alan was not sure how she would react to what had just
happened. He said, "Are you all right Heather. I hope
that didn't hurt you."
She looked up at him with sperm still glistening on her
lips and without saying a word took Alan's prick back
into her young mouth and sucked him hard. She eventually
stopped as Alan's prick softened and finally spoke,
"That was an experience, believe me," she said, "and I
loved making you feel good. I didn't mind the taste but
there was a lot of it. Do all men squirt as much as
that?" she asked Alan.
"Well it depends - perhaps not as much as that but if a
guy has not cum for a long time then he stores a lot up
of sperm in his balls. As you can see, my balls are
quite large so I can hold quite a lot of it in there,
but others are not so lucky."
"I've never seen anyone else's so I can't compare yours
with anyone else," she told him.
"Oh you will, you can be sure of that. It's all part of
the sex education lessons that I will give you over the
next few months - anyway shall we leave the next lesson
until tomorrow and give me a chance to recover?"
"OK," she said, and grinned. She was going to enjoy her
instruction from Alan, she just knew.
***
The following day was Sunday, and the busiest day for
the Centre. All day long riders arrives to take their
horses out and it wasn't until late in the afternoon
before Alan and Heather had a chance to talk to one
another. Heather had counted and bagged up the takings
and placed them in the safe, before making her way to
the stable to see Alan. He had just finished the hard
mucking out and was busy grooming a large bay mare.
"Hi, how are you?" enquired Heather
"Tired," Alan responded.
"Too tired for to teach me some more? she giggled
"We'll see," he said, but as he spoke, Heather moved
across towards him and yanked down his jodhpurs and
knelt in front of him. His large prick was soon on view
as she removed it from his supporter and without
hesitation, she took his large flaccid penis into her
mouth and started to give him a saliva bath. He soon
reached full erection and she took it out of her mouth,
very proud of her handiwork.
"How big is it?" she asked.
"Why don't you measure it - there is a tape measure
hanging on the wall".
Heather stood up and walked to the back of the stable
and brought the tape measure across. She laid it along
the length of his prick "Nine and a half inches," she
announced.
Alan was proud of that figure but he told Heather that
it wasn't the length that was so important, but its
girth. She wrapped the tape measure around the purple
helmet and told Alan it was six inches around but Alan
told her that it was thicker at the base so she measured
it there and found it to be eight and a half inches.
She asked Alan "It that the normal size for a man's
penis,?"
"Well," he replied. "I understand the average length is
about 6 and a half inches long and about five inches
round at the base."
"You're much bigger than that!" she exclaimed.
"I know, but I have seen bigger ones," he said.
"I don't believe you, it's impossible. Anyway, are you
going to teach me some more?" she urged.
"What here?" he said.
"Why not, everyone has gone home and its nice and warm
with the horses!" she said.
Alan reached out for Heather and pulled her towards him.
Kissing her hard he ran his big hands up her thighs
under her pleated skirt. He massaged her ass though her
panties whilst she continued to kiss him hard and rub
his large cock. He moved his hand through her legs and
she gasped as his fingers massaged her slit until it was
running with moisture. Heather realised she was wet but
didn't know why her small vagina got so slippery.
"I'm sorry Alan, it's a little yukky down there," she
apologized Alan explained "Don't worry Heather - its
meant to be. Your vagina secretes lubrication to make it
easier for a man to put his penis in there."
After a while he decided he was going to take charge of
the situation and stepped back. Heather looked at him
wonderingly.
"Take your panties off," he commanded.
This time there was only a moment's hesitation as she
reached up her skirt and pulled down her lacy knickers.
Alan was really fired up at the prospect of breaking in
this delightful innocent teenager and was starting to
get a little carried away. He told her to lie down on
the straw as he got undressed. She did as she was told
and he moved across towards her, his enormous erection
swaying before him.
"Alan, I'm frightened, it will never fit in me," she
said.
"Don't worry, we're nowhere near that stage yet - you're
going to experience feelings you won't believe. Have you
ever had an orgasm?" he asked.
"What's that?" she said.
What are they teaching these kids in school he thought.
With that, he gently pushed her back into the straw,
lifted her skirt up, and kissed her smooth stomach. She
giggled as Alan slowly worked his way downwards to her
vagina.
"It tickles," she giggled as Alan nibbled down the
little Jacob's ladder of hair from her navel to the
vagina. When he reached her cunt, he found it was so
small that he could take the whole of it in his mouth
and before Alan could even begin his oral assault he
immediately felt Heather start to shake.
"OOH! OOH! OOH!" she quietly screamed. "What's happening
to me? Oh, oh, ohhhhh!"
She exploded in her first orgasm, and Alan had a
surprise as her lubrication squirted copiously into
Alan's mouth.
"That was wonderful, what was it?" she asked.
"That, my little girl, was your first orgasm, just a
little one, but the first of many!"
"It was wonderful but I'm sorry Alan, I think I peed
myself!"
"No you didn't, some girls produce so much lubricant
that when they orgasm, it squirts out like a stream of
piss. It tastes lovely, kind of musky," he told her.
"You are very lucky to be able to do it."
Alan then returned to her delightful muff. It was very
small and he gently prised her labia apart to reveal
another unknown attribute - now freed from its confines,
her clitoris poked outward like a little prick. Alan had
never seen one so pronounced.
"You have a beautiful little cunt Heather, and such a
pronounced clitoris. Tell me - what does... this feel
like.?"
He gently tongued her distended clitoris as she started
to shake and moan again - he clamped his mouth over her
cunt as she orgasmed very quickly again. This time it
was far more intense and Heather quietly screamed and
groaned for nearly a minute. Alan knew what to expect
now and clamped his mouth over her vagina and held her
copious outpourings under his tongue.
When then moved up towards her face she expected just a
kiss but Alan his lips to hers, and gently released her
musky juice into her mouth. She hadn't expected that and
swallowed it down almost immediately. Alan told her what
it was and said she thought that it would have tasted
sour. Instead she had found it had a musky but slightly
salty taste, but not unpleasant.
Alan was keen to see how often he could make her squirt
before she ran out. He tongued her clit time and time
again and this teenager seemed to have an endless
capacity for orgasm. She continued to squirt her juice
to squirt into his mouth each time and after her fourth
orgasm, she seemed like she needed a rest. Alan moved
away and sat up.
"How did you like that?" he asked.
"Wonderful," she said. "Why have I been missing out on
this for all this time?"
"It's all about confidence," Alan told her. "You are
content with yourself and with me and you are not
frightened of new experiences - it's time to continue
your education, if you are ready to make me feel good
too."
"Oh yes," she pleaded.
"OK - you can suck my prick for a while to get me up to
full length," he told her.
She knelt down and Alan stood up, his huge member
jutting proudly from his groin. She formed small mouth
into an "O" and after slowly pulling the foreskin back,
forced her lips over the angry purple glans and started
her work. Her jaw ached as she tried to cram as much of
his prick down her throat as she could. Alan could tell
that she was getting tired so he decided it was time for
her to experience yet another sensation. He asked her if
she knew what "deep-throat" meant.
"No, what's that?" she queried.
"Well, I'll show you," said Alan, "I want you to lie
down across the tack bench with your head hanging over
the end"
"Why?" she asked.
"You'll see," he mysteriously told her.
Heather laid on her back on the bench and her head hung
over the end, her pony tail touching the floor.
Alan knelt down behind her head "Now I want you to open
your mouth as wide as you can and try to relax your
throat muscles,"
Again, the teenager didn't really know what to expect.
"Are you OK - are you ready for this," Alan asked.
A frightened little voice whispered "OK."
Alan gently introduced his huge prick into her mouth as
far as it could go. Heather gagged but Alan reassured
her and encouraged her to relax. He massaged her throat
and applied a little more pressure to his prick and
suddenly he felt his helmet pop past the obstruction.
His hand could feel her gullet stretching to accommodate
his girth and once it was breached, the rest of his
prick slowly followed until his pubic hair was tickling
her nose. She held all nine and a half inches in her
mouth and throat for a minute or so before Alan pulled
out.
She thought that this was the end of her lesson and
relaxed, but Alan pushed back in, harder this time,
surprising her and causing her to grunt loudly. He felt
very little obstruction as his prick penetrated her
gullet again.
He then gently started to fuck her mouth and throat and
it was clear that Heather was in some discomfort by the
gurgling noises that came from her throat, but she was
obviously trying very hard to please him and she
couldn't believe that he had all of that enormous prick
in her mouth. She grunted loudly at each push Alan made
and this turned him on so much that he pushed even
harder.
Alan felt the familiar stirrings in his groin and
realised he couldn't hold on forever and he pulled out
and told her to be ready for his cum. She kept her mouth
open and he shot several thick ropes of gooey semen onto
her face and into her mouth. Because of her position
with her head hanging downwards, Alan's spunk ran up her
nose, into her eyes as well as into her mouth.
When he had done she sat up and smiled at him as his
slimy semen ran out of her nostrils into her mouth. She
picked up the towel and wiped Alan's spunk off her face
before leaning over and cleaning his prick with the
towel.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "A bit uncomfortable, I really was
surprised I could swallow it all!" she exclaimed.
"You only need to relax and you can take any size of
cock down your throat. The sensation on my prick was
terrific. You've been a very receptive pupil, Heather"
he told her with a grin.
"But do you mind swallowing my sperm," Alan asked her.
"Well, it's not the nicest thing, but I know it makes
you feel as good as you have made me feel - I don't mind
if you want me to," she told him.
She wiped her hand across her top lip and looked at the
slimy spunk on her fingers.
"How much more is there to learn," she enquired
"Well," said Alan "quite a bit, but we shall have to
leave that for a while. Your mother is back tomorrow and
we've plenty of work to keep us occupied."
She looked disappointed but trusted Alan, and looked
forward to their next encounter.
***
Heather's mother returned from the rally with several
first prizes, and announced that she had secured the
long term future of the centre by concluding a deal with
a large firm to provide their clients with hospitality.
That meant not only riding, but they were to build a
"hospitality suite" containing a restaurant and leisure
facilities alongside the centre.
Her mother was delighted and told Heather that, if she
wanted it, there was full time work for her at the
centre for a long time to come. In the meanwhile, there
was lots of work to be done. Heather's mother announced
that she had to visit the company to draw up detailed
plans and was likely to be away for about a week.
Heather realised that this meant that Alan and her could
share some more time together.
That night, Heather had been awoken by the sound of Alan
and her mother making enthusiastic love. She had became
highly aroused and just had to play with herself whilst
imagining Alan's monster prick fucking her mother. She
shuddered to a climax just as Alan groaned and she
distinctly heard him say "Here it comes, Helen, hold on"
as her mother gently screamed her appreciation.
They both worked very hard the following week, now that
their futures were secure. Heather found herself to be
good in the home and cooked the evening meal for Alan
most nights. Her mother called every evening to check
how they were getting on, and was happy with Heather's
reassurances that everything was OK.
At night Alan normally went out after the meal to the
local pub, leaving Heather at home reading. She was so
tired on Friday night though that after Alan had gone
out, she had a hot shower and went straight to bed.
Something woke her up and when she looked across at the
clock, she noticed that it was just before midnight. She
could hear voices in the flat and by the sound of it,
Alan had brought a friend home with him. She turned
over, but the noise kept her awake so she got up, and
put her dressing gown on over her night-dress and went
upstairs to see what was going on.
"Hi Heather, sorry if we woke you up," Alan said. "I'd
like you to meet Peter, a friend of mine. We were just
having a game of poker."
"Hi there," he said, it was obvious that they were a
little tipsy.
"Shall I make you some coffee," Heather suggested.
"That would be fine," Alan replied.
Helen brought the coffee in on a tray and sat down on
the sofa. The card game broke up and Ken sat alongside
Heather.
Heather studied Alan's friend, she guessed him to be
about 50, tall and wiry. He had a very pleasant manner
and Heather had no trouble in chatting with him. Alan
had obviously told Ken about her as he seemed to know a
lot about what she did at the Centre.
Heather hoped Alan hadn't said too much, but she trusted
him and wasn't seriously worried that Alan might have
boasted about the "lessons" he was giving her!
During the conversation, she looked down and noticed
Ken, who was still sitting on the floor, had moved
slightly. She felt a little uneasy and after few minutes
later, she was sure he was trying to look up her
nightie. She felt it was time she went back to bed so
she stood up, yawned and told them she would do the
washing up, and then go bed.
Alan had been thinking for some that it was about time
for Heather's next lesson. He had an idea what he wanted
to do, of course, but was unsure just how far he could
push her. It was obvious she trusted him and within
reason, would do most things he asked but he wondered
whether what he had in mind would find her so co-
operative. He followed her into the kitchen and, as she
bent over the sink, he slipped his arms around her and
gave her a hug.
"You're drunk," she teased.
"No I'm not, maybe a little tipsy, but not drunk," he
retorted.
"Anyway, I'm going to bed - don't make too much noise,"
Heather told him.
Alan thought it's now or never and gently brought his
hands up to cup her breasts in his hand. He could feel
her hard button nipples pressing into his palms and he
whispered into her ear.
"I think it's time for your next lesson, don't you" he
asked her, hopefully.
She thought for a moment and said "OK - get rid of your
friend and I'll be ready for you." she excitedly told
him.
This was the crunch, Alan thought.
"Well Heather, actually, he is part of the lesson." he
told her, looking her straight in the eye.
"What!" she exclaimed, "You must be joking."
"Trust me, Heather, you know I wouldn't do anything to
hurt you and you've enjoyed the things we've done
together."
"We've never actually made love, yet," she reminded him
"Well that's the problem, really. I' not sure how to put
this but.... well I don't think you could take my size -
I mean we need to build you up gradually so as can
accommodate me. Like I said, I don't want to hurt you."
"But it's you I want to teach me, not others," she
pleaded.
"Don't worry, I'm sure he will be gentle with you, trust
me. Please," he pleaded and looked her straight in the
eye.
"Is there no other way, Alan - honestly,?"
"No, it'll be much more fun for us afterwards if you'll
just go along with this tonight, it'll be another new
experience for you." He knew he had won.
"OK, I guess it will be all right - what do you want me
to do," she haltingly asked.
***
Back in the living room, Ken had been listening through
the open door with interest. He smiled, anticipating
what was to follow. Heather followed Alan back into the
living room, looking a little scared.
"Heather has decided that she is stopping up for a
while," Alan announced.
With that Alan took hold of her by the shoulders and
turned her round - he kissed her, gently at first but
increasing in urgency. She could feel Alan's prick
getting very hard in his trousers as it pressed against
her leg. Alan released it from its confinement and took
her nervous hand from his waist and told her to play
with it.
Knowing full well she now had an audience for the first
time, she nervously took hold of Alan's prick and gently
pumped him. Alan soon had had enough of this and told
her to kneel down. She thought she knew what was coming
as she got onto her knees. But instead of Alan's thick
cock, Ken stood in front of her, naked from the waist,
with his prick at full attention. She noticed that Ken's
cock was a good deal smaller than Alan's.
"I'd like to watch you giving Ken a blow job," he told
her. "Will you do that for me."
"Umm, all right, if you want me to," the teenager told
him.
She looked up at Ken and smiled a weak smile.
"I want you swallow Ken's cum as well - the same way you
did with mine," Alan added hopefully.
"OK, but you will be careful, won't you , Ken" she
agreed.
Ken nodded and watched as Alan gently took hold of her
head from behind and told her to open her mouth. He
rubbed his prick around Heather's lips and she noticed
that his balls were the size of two eggs inside his
crinkled sac, a lot bigger that Alan's. She realised
from what Alan had taught her that she might have a lot
to swallow. Heather wasn't looking forward to it but she
had promised Alan and she didn't want to let him down.
Alan held the side of her head, Ken simply fucked her
mouth for a couple of minutes. Alan let go and told
Heather to get ready with her mouth open as Ken was
ready to cum. Ken pulled out and took hold of his prick
with his hand and gave it a few quick pulls. He put his
hand on her head and started to shoot.
His cum filled her mouth with the first few powerful
spurts, then he pressed his prick against her nostrils,
held the back of her head so she couldn't pull away and
shot several great ropes of thick semen up her nose and,
whilst Heather was still spluttering with this, he
gushed his sperm over her forehead, so that it dripped
into her eyes. They started to sting a little and she
tried to pull away but he held her firm and returned his
prick to her mouth where he finished with several more
powerful spurts of spunk over her white teeth.
"Wow," said Alan "are you OK Heather?" - she nodded -
"you were magnificent!"
Heather looked up and smiled weakly. She didn't really
enjoy the gagging and choking when Ken had shot his
enormous load into her mouth and over her face, but she
was happy that she had pleased Alan by swallowing Ken's
semen. She had done that before, of course, and was
wondering when the lesson was really going to start. She
didn't have to wait long.
"I'm OK," Heather replied. "But there was rather a lot,
wasn't there."
"There was, but that's about normal for me, Heather,"
Ken told her. "I'm sorry if you got some in your eyes.
Are they OK?"
"They still sting a bit," she told the tall grey haired
man.
"Here, let me clean you up," Ken said.
He wiped his fingers across the teenager's forehead,
covering them with his cooling sperm. He gathered more
by putting his fingers below the her nose and clearing
his thick sperm from there. Then, he moved his left hand
behind Heather's head and pushed sticky fingers through
her surprised lips into her mouth, and encouraged her to
lick them clean. He repeated the action until she had
swallowed all of the slimy fluid from her face.
"Does it taste like mine," Alan asked
Heather looked embarrassed as she quietly told them that
it was more bitter than Alan's. She couldn't really
understand why Alan had enjoyed the spectacle so much,
but she was happy that she had paid Alan back for all of
the pleasure he had given her.
"Are you sure you are all right?" said Alan, worried
that he might have gone too far.
"Yes, I'm OK," she said quietly.
"Well it's time for you to have some fun now and some
more new experiences for you." Alan gently told her.
Alan took her hand in his and lead her across to the
sofa. The both sat down and Alan put his arms around
her, kissing her strongly.
"Relax - there's nothing to worry about. We're all your
friends here," he told the obviously tense teenager.
"Remember how I taught you to kiss - soften your lips a
little."
Heather tried hard and Alan felt she was getting into it
and soon had her nipples sticking proudly through her
night-dress. She felt herself getting aroused and had
forgotten she had an audience - that is until she
realised Ken was at her feet, pushing her legs apart.
"Just go with it," Alan encouraged.
Ken took hold of her feet and hooked each one over the
arms of the sofa, exposing her tiny, fair haired cunt.
"Beautiful," exclaimed Ken, as he put both of his hands
under her ass and pulled it to the edge of the seat,
totally exposing her vagina to his gaze. Alan continued
his kissing and massage as Ken took the initiative by
pulling her labia as far apart as he could. He wriggled
as if she found it uncomfortable but soon stopped when
Ken clamped his mouth over her cunt and started work. He
soon had her clit sticking proudly out and in no time at
all, she came with shudder, squirting her juices in
Ken's face.
He smeared her juice over two of his fingers and
gradually introduced them into her vagina. She whined a
little but Alan told her that it would soon begin to
stretch although it might be a little uncomfortable for
a while. Ken managed to get both fingers in up to the
first knuckle and slowly began to fuck them in and out
until she came for a second time. As she orgasmed, he
took the opportunity to push is fingers into her tight
channel harder, until they reached her hymen.
"Oh Alan, it hurts, it hurts, they're too big!" she
cried as Ken continued pumping his fingers in and out.
"It's OK, it will soon pass, just try to relax," Alan
reassured her. Realising it was about time for the big
moment, Ken stood up and Alan helped the unsteady
Heather to her feet and led her across to the table.
"Bend forward across the table, please Heather," Alan
asked.
She leant forward until her chin was touching the table.
Alan moved to her head and held her gently. Ken flipped
her night-dress over her waist, kicked her legs apart
with his foot and brought his cock to her vagina.
"Try to relax now - it may hurt a little but it will
soon be over," Alan comforted her.
Ken held her hips, pushed hard and managed to get into
her a couple of inches. She groaned and moved her legs
farther apart as Ken sought to gain a little ground. She
was incredibly tight but Ken had about four inches
inside her when he realised he was up against her hymen.
He fucked slowly backwards and forwards, smiled at Alan
and suddenly rammed her hard, lifting her off the table.
Heather let out a piercing squeal and her pretty face
contorted in agony as Ken's cock broke through. Despite
her protestations Ken forcefully thrust into her until
he had all of his seven inches home.
"Just relax now, and let your vagina get used to it,"
Alan told her as she cried out "it's all pleasure from
here on."
Ken started to pump slowly in and out and noticed his
cock was pulling Heather's cunt almost inside out, so
tight it was. Soon he began to move a little more
quickly as her cries of pain turned to moans. Ken had
been holding back, hoping to get another orgasm out of
her when suddenly he felt her cunt contract hard around
his cock, she shook and cried out and her first cock-
induced orgasm took hold of her. Tears run down her face
as her whole body convulsed in climax, squirting her
juices over Ken's big balls.
Ken could not hold back no longer, gripping her hips
hard, he gave he a couple of hard thrusts, pushed his
cock fully home and dumped a huge load of semen into her
tight cunt. He held his cock inside her until he had
finished spurting and gradually pulled out as tears ran
down Heather's young face. She didn't move as Ken
stepped back and looked down at her recently breached
cunt. Huge gobs of semen were pulsing out of her and
running down her legs as her vaginal muscles were still
contracting in the last throes of orgasm.
Alan bent down and kissed her.
"Are you all right, Heather?" he asked her as he
gradually helped her stand up. Her legs were so shaky
Ken and Alan had to help her sit in the chair by the
table.
She looked up "That was wonderful, Alan," she breathed.
"I didn't realised I could ever feel as good as that,"
she confided in him, as she hugged him close to her.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it - we couldn't do it without
hurting you a little, but all that is gone now. I
suppose you feel a little sore, do you," he asked.
She pulled up her night-dress and opened her legs
slightly. Ken's semen was still running out of her as
she gently touched her labia.
"It's not too bad," she said, "a bit messy though."
"Good," said Alan. "Because we haven't finished yet -
but we won't go on until you are quite ready. We would
both like to see you cum a few more times."
"Oh yes," she said. "I feel I want to make love over and
over again now," she said, with an enthusiasm that can
only come from the young.
***
Alan helped her to her feet and took off her night-dress
over her head. Her body positively glowed as he started
to undress as well. She admired Alan's physique as she
had done that first time in the stable."
"Get down on all fours," he instructed her.
Alan's knelt down behind her and eased her legs apart.
His rough fingers pulled her labia open, while rubbed
his head of his cock round her cunt and then fisted it
into her cunt. She screamed but Alan was relentless
realising that being gentle would only prolong her
soreness. He seared his huge cock into her, watching
Ken's semen pulse out around his cock, until he felt his
head hit her cervix.
There was still three inches outside so he pulled it
right out again and saw for himself how her tightness
caused her cunt to pull itself inside out. Again he
pushed in hard, this time getting it all in before the
head hit the end of her channel. Now he was ready to
give her the fucking that he had waited for. He placed
his hand around the front of her slim thighs and brought
his thumbs on her tight ass.
He pulled her ass cheeks apart, and looked at her
delightful puckered opening as he started with short
sharp jabs which caused her to cry out every time he hit
the end of her channel. This seemed to really get her
going and he gradually built up his rhythm, until he was
pulling his nine inches almost out of her tight vagina
before ramming hard back in and Alan was pleased to hear
her start to show her appreciation with a relentless
rhythm of "oof, oof, oof, oof," as Alan's deep thrusts
hit home.
She was in the throes of almost constant orgasm as her
squirting juices soaked Alan's balls and, in no time at
all, it all proved too much for Alan, who told her that
he was about to come. Alan gave a couple of short jabs
and held his monster prick hard against her cervix as he
flooded her cunt.
"Alan, I can feel you cumming, ooooooh, it's so warm,
ooh it's so lovely ," she exclaimed through the cries of
her continuous orgasm.
Alan grunted again as he continued to spurt and while
she was distracted, he took his right hand away from her
thigh, rubbed her cunt to get it well lubricated and
gently played it around her tiny anus, inserting just
the first inch.
He moved his finger gently in and out of her ass as he
began to withdraw. He could feel his own cock moving
inside her with his finger as Heather suddenly realised
that she had a finger in her ass She looked round,
almost in a panic.
"What? Don't!" her voice trailed away as she looked back
at Alan.
"Don't you like that," he asked
"Err, I don't know, j-just stop for now... OK?" Heather
groaned.
Alan gently removed his finger as his dripping cock
finally pulled out of her. She collapsed on the floor,
exhausted from all of the orgasms she had experienced.
Alan and Ken helped her to her feet and sat her on the
chair and brought a towel across, gently parted her legs
and mopped up Alan's semen which was leaking from her
sore vagina. She lay back quietly, eyes closed, enjoying
his ministrations.
Alan stopped his towelling, and pushed two fingers
inside her and bringing them out, sticky with his white
sperm. She opened her eyes and looked at Alan as he
again rubbed them around her tiny anus, making no move
to stop him. He pushed one finger into her anus and so
well lubricated was it, he reached the knuckle.
"No, no, no more, tonight... please!" she exclaimed.
"All right - I guess it's been a long night," Alan said,
a little disappointed.
Heather slowly sat up, put her night dress back on and
said to Alan and Ken.
"That was wonderful - thank you for taking it easy with
me tonight," she told them.
She kissed them both and went back to bed, knowing that
she would probably sleep the day away.
***
Heather turned over in bed and looked at the clock, Four
o'clock! Damn. I must have slept the whole day away, she
thought. Heather couldn't understand why Alan hadn't
wakened her to start work so she got up, hurriedly
showered, and dressed and went down into the yard.
Everything seemed as normal and she found Ken in the
stable grooming one of the stallions. She was relieved
to find that he had stayed on to help Alan. He was an
experienced horseman and had had no trouble preparing
the horses for their customers.
"Hello," she said - "thanks for helping us out."
"Hi there, sleepyhead," he responded "My pleasure - you
must have been tired. I wonder why?" He grinned as he
asked her the question.
Heather blushed as he looked at her. "Yes, err.. I must
have been tired out, where's Ala,?" she asked.
"He's gone down to the suppliers for some more feed,"
Ken told her.
"Is there anything that still needs doing," she asked
him.
"No, not really, it's all taken care of here - what
about you making us a meal?" Ken asked.
"OK," she said "anything in particular?"
"Anything you like" he said
She turned round and walked away towards the flat as Ken
stared at her shapely small ass moving in her tightly
fitting jeans. She noticed him watching and was pleased
that he found her attractive.
As she prepared tea, she thought about the previous
evening, and still couldn't understand why she felt
attracted to older men and had been prepared to
sacrifice her virginity to someone more than three times
her age.
Alan and Ken came up to the flat about six and they had
their tea - Alan suggested a evening out with Heather so
he told her to run along and make herself pretty whilst
he did the washing up. She thought hard about what she
ought to wear. She settled for a tight white tee-shirt
and a short blue skirt, finished off with short white
socks and trainers.
She looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly
realised how confident about she now felt about herself.
At last she was happy with her lifestyle and most of
all, with her home life. She felt radiant - and it was
all thanks to Alan, who had had been the first person to
have any confidence and place any trust in her.
Alan knocked at her door.
"Come in," she said.
"Are you ready? Wow, what a sight!" he said as he caught
sight of her reflection in the mirror. "Heather that's
tremendous - you look really special tonight."
She turned round and smiled "Thanks, I'm glad you like
it - where are we going?" she asked.
"We'll go to the club, if you like. I'm sure I can get
you past the security, you look was over eighteen in
that outfit," Alan told her.
True enough, Alan had no problem and soon they were
sitting at a table, looking at the others on the dance
floor. "Fancy a dance," Ken asked her as the DJ played a
slow number.
"OK," she said, glancing at Alan, "but you'll have to
show me how. I've never danced with anyone before," she
told him.
Ken led her by the hand onto the floor. He was a tall
man, so he put his arms around her and she linked her
hands round his neck and they moved to the music. He
held Heather close and she became aware of his erection
pressing into her stomach. She didn't believe she could
turn someone on just by dancing with them and was quite
proud of herself. She dropped her hands to his waist and
rested her head on his chest as they smooched, not
embarrassed in the slightest by dancing with a 50 year-
old-man.
The music came to an end and she walked back towards
Alan, smiling broadly. Alan didn't miss noticing that
her nipples were poking out trough the fabric of her bra
and he guessed that she must have been turning Ken on as
well!
"My turn now," Alan said and led her across the floor.
Heather's sexy dress and perfume soon had Alan trying to
disguise the lump in his trousers, but with great
difficulty. He thought about what he was going to try
later on and smiled to himself.
A friend of Alan's came over and sat with them and Alan
introduced him to Heather as Paul. He was a lot younger
than Alan, in his early twenties, she guessed and she
found him quite attractive in a rugged sort of way. They
got chatting and it appears he played at the same rugby
club that Alan used to go to.
Paul asked Heather to dance and after Alan nodded his
agreement, got up onto the floor with Paul. She had the
same effect on him as she had done with the others -
namely a huge bulge in his trousers as the danced. This
time though, their heights being similar, Paul's
erection pressed hard into Heather's rapidly dampening
crotch. She really was surprised at the effect she was
having on all of these men.
Alan suggested it was time to go and Heather found
herself quite disappointed when Ken said that he
couldn't go back for a bite of supper. Paul accepted
though and sat in the back of Alan's car with Heather on
the way home. He slipped his arm around her and Heather,
who was nicely relaxed because of the alcohol, found
herself snuggling into his chest.
Back at the flat, she prepared a few sandwiches and
wondered if tonight might follow the same pattern as
last night. She was unsure what she would do if it did.
She sat next to Alan on the sofa and it wasn't long
before he had his arm across her shoulders. She snuggled
down resting her head on his chest as Alan started to
kiss her hair.
Paul just sat there, drinking all of this in, the bulge
in his trousers getting larger as he peeked a look at
Heather's white panties when she slipped down further in
the chair. Alan soon progressed without much resistance,
the alcohol obviously having had its effect, french-
kissing Heather and enjoying her enthusiastic response.
He soon had her tee-shirt out of her skirt and was
massaging her tits through the bra. He soon had her tee-
shirt and bra off and had her gasping with arousal as he
suckled on her tits. Alan helped Heather of the sofa,
and told her to get down on all fours.
Alan simply flipped up her skirt, pulled her panties
down and fisted his powerful prick inside of her
dripping vagina as she gasped. Paul meanwhile took his
massive circumcised cock out of his trousers, kneeled
down in front of the moaning teenager and as she gasped
with Alan's thrust, pushed his enormous prick into her
mouth.
Heather didn't know what to concentrate on and it wasn't
long before she felt Paul give several quick thrusts
into her mouth and cum. She swallowed as much as she
could and when Paul pulled out, he finished off by
spewing the last few spurts of cum over her teeth and
chin. Alan and Paul stood up, as if it was all
orchestrated and changed places. Paul thrust deeply into
her vagina, hitting her cervix repeatedly and making her
groan, and Alan used us prick to wipe Paul's thick semen
off her chin before thrusting deeply again.
"Go on Heather, get it down your throat," Alan demanded.
She found it hard to relax with an enormous prick
thrusting powerfully into her cunt but she did her best
and soon Alan had his pubic hair tickling her nose, as
she deep throated him again. He didn't take long to cum
like that and pulled out, held her head up and let go
with his load all over her face. Great ropes of slimy
thick semen bathed Heather's upturned features as she
closed her eyes from the onslaught.
Paul hadn't come yet in her cunt and then pulled out -
both Alan and Paul helped the cum drenched teenager
across to the sofa and had her straddle the wide
upholstered arms. Alan wiped his fingers across her
forehead and after pushing her forward so as her head
was resting on the back of the sofa, smeared the semen
into the crack in her ass. Heather was completely gone
by this time, and had no resistance left. Paul
introduced his cock back into her mouth and forced it
down her throat again, as Alan, prepared to enter her
virgin ass.
As she choked on Paul's big prick which was stretching
her gullet, Alan had his two slimy fingers in her ass as
far as they would go. Alan pulled her back slightly, so
as he cunt rested on the very edge of the sofa, lubed up
his prick with a bit more semen off her face, and
pressed his it into her ass.
She couldn't scream as Paul had his cock wedged firmly
in her throat Alan just shouted at her.
"Relax for chissake, Heather."
She did her best and Alan got his slowly gained entrance
to her ass. It was a struggle but soon Alan had most of
his prick up her virgin anus and he tried to pull out
slightly but it held him firm. So he pulled out hard,
and her face grimaced in pain. It was easier the second
time and soon he had quite an acceptable rhythm going.
He felt the familiar rush in his balls but he had
decided that he wasn't going to cum in her ass. He
slowly pulled out, watched as Paul shot another load
over her face, and then pushed his prick into her mouth
and exploded another load of sperm down her throat. He
held his prick there and made her clean the slimy
residue off it before he pulled out.
They all slumped down in the chair - Heather was crying
and stared at Alan.
"You hurt me - I had done everything you asked - why did
you have do that," she cried.
"That was the last part," he told her "and you wouldn't
have agreed to that, would you - I had to force you and
it was a lesson you had to learn," he firmly told her.
Heather looked dismayed, got up, showered and went to
bed, crying herself to sleep.
***
Heather woke up about seven a.m. and lay in bed
thinking. The last month or two had seen her go from a
shy virgin, to a confident young women who had
experienced most of what sex could offer from a very
experienced lover. She recollected the events of the
previous night and thought that she had probably asked
for what she got, although she hadn't liked it at the
time.
She had demanded that Alan teach her all there was about
sex and love and he had done just that. She was sure
that there were very few women who could claim to have
done in their lifetimes all of the things that she had
experienced in the few months leading up to her
seventeenth birthday. She concluded that she was a very
lucky girl and ought to be very happy with her life. A
secure job that she loved, good friends and no shortage
of money, what more could she ask at her age.
Her reveries were interrupted by a quiet knock on the
door.
Alan said, "Are you awake, Heather."
"OK - come in" she replied.
Alan felt a little awkward as he sat down on the edge of
the bed.
"About last night..." he started to say.
"It's OK," she interrupted, "I asked for what I got, I
suppose."
"Well, I got carried away and broke my promise - I don't
expect you to forgive me but I'd just like to say how
sorry I was - it shouldn't have happened and I don't
know how to start to apologies." he told her.
She sat up in bed, and with a tear running down her face
put her arms around him and kissed him. He smiled as she
told him how lucky she was and she had to take some of
the blame for letting it get out of hand.
"I'm terribly sore this morning though," she said.
"I'm not surprised," he said. "I'll find you some
soothing cream you can use."
He went the bathroom and returned with a small jar of
cream.
"Why don't you put it on for me," she said. He looked
surprised.
"Do you trust me after last night," he queried.
"Of course I do, I always have trusted you," she
reassured him.
She got out of bed and lifted her night-dress over her
waist. She bent down and gripped the edge of the
dressing table, showing Alan her inflamed ass. Alan took
a large dollop of the cream and gently smeared it around
her swollen anus. She flinched once or twice as Alan
pressed a little too hard, but soon it was feeling much
better. She surprised herself by feeling very aroused by
Alan's touch.
"Is that all you want to do to me," she asked
"What do you mean," Alan asked
"Well, what do we normally do with me in this position,"
she giggled.
"Oh," said Alan.
"Well - get on with it then," she urged.
Alan bent down and gave her the best tonguing she could
have hoped for. Soon he felt she was ready and slowly
fisted his cock into her sopping wet vagina.
She was still tight, but her elastic cunt walls expanded
and Alan marvelled what a super fit her cunt and his
prick were as his big helmet bounced off her cervix.
Heather couldn't stop cumming as well, wailing and
crying out repeatedly. She know that Alan couldn't be
far off. She turned her head and looked at him.
"Do you want to come in my mouth, I know you like it,"
she asked.
Alan just smiled, pulled out of her cunt with a plop and
she turned round, knelt down and finished him off,
swallowing every drop down.
"That was beautiful," she said.
"I thought you didn't like it much," he told her.
"I like the look on your face while you do it though,
it's a picture." she said, smiling, again thinking how
lucky she was.
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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