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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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