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 Riding Lessons

   By Comshaw



   Last night a couple of girlfriends and I were having dinner and the
conversation turned to how we lost our virginity.  Although I made some
lame excuse about being too embarrassed to talk about how it had happened
to me, I could feel myself getting aroused, feel my vagina twitch as my
mind was filled with the pleasant the memories of a summer 25 years before,
the four summers that followed, and the things that had happened.

   I would have loved to share the story with my girlfriends, but I'm not
sure they would have understood.  You see that first summer was the summer
I was 18, and the man who took my virginity, who spent that summer teaching
me how to enjoy sex, was 42 and my aunts husband.  It happened like
this..........

   We lived in the suburbs of Chicago.  At the time I had never been to or
seen any place else.  The miles and miles of houses on the tree lined
streets, dressing in hot outfits and going to the mall with my friends,
slumber parties at my friends houses, that was my life.

   Maybe it was all the time I was spending at the mall, the clothes I was
wearing, or the lack there of, (bare midriff tops, no bra, tight hip hugger
jeans and thong underwear to name a few) but my parents figured I needed a
change, needed to see new sights, and get away from the people I had been
hanging out with.  They were prudes about sex, so it was never mentioned in
our house, but I'm sure that weighed into their decision to send me off.  I
guess they figured as far as sex was concerned, I would learn about it when
I was grown and married.  How wrong they were.

   So unbeknownst to me they arranged for me to spend the summer at my aunt
Ida (my Mom's sister) and uncle Franks ranch in Idaho.  They thought that a
summer on a ranch, isolated from my friends might keep me pure and
wholesome.  They had no idea what they were sending me into.  And for my
part I'm happy they didn't.

   When I was told about it I threw a hissy fit.  Screaming, yelling,
stomping my feet, I was as obnoxious as I possibly could be, hoping my
parents would change their minds.  I even told them I was 18 and would do
what I wanted to do.  But my parents held firm.

   I had been held back in the 8th grade (I had missed too much school that
year because of illness) so I had one more year of high school to do.  To
get me to go to the ranch they told me I'd have to move out if I didn't go
and find a way to finish school by myself.  Also they wouldn't pay for
college unless I went.  After a time of pouting, I decide it was best to do
as they wished.

   I'm sure they were hoping it would change me, turn me into a good little
girl.  Little did they know how right they were, but not the way they
imagined.

   I flew out to Idaho two days after school was out, sulking the whole
flight.  Uncle Frank picked me up at the airport.  I've always liked him.
He's a large solid man, wide shoulders, huge forearms, with copper colored
skin from being outside most of the time.  And a smile that lights up his
whole face when he smiles.  One of those smiles lighted his face as he saw
me come down the ramp.

   "Hey Princess!" He yelled in his booming voice, causing everyone in ear
shot to turn and look, embarrassing me to no end.

   He swept me up in a bear hug and I was again reminded of how strong he
was, as he crushed me to his chest.  A moment later he relaxed his arms
kissed me on the cheek and set me on the floor.

   "Where's aunt Ida?" I ask, looking around for my mom's oldest sister.

   Frank got a serious look on his face and said,"No one told you?  She's
at home.  She's been confined to the house for a year now."

   Aunt Ida wasn't one of my favorite aunts, but I still liked her, so I
was taken aback at the news.

   "What happened?" I ask.

   "A virus of some type." Frank replied as he picked up my bag and we
headed out of the airport,"The medico's still don't know what it is. 
That's why they have no idea about how long she will be down.  She's always
tired.  I hope they can find what's wrong with her soon.  "

   As we drove toward the ranch in Franks old pickup, I found myself
babbling to him.  It surprised me because I was planning on pouting the
whole way, but his good nature and ready laughter was infectious.

   When we arrived I followed Frank into the house.  Aunt Ida sat asleep in
her chair.  Frank motioned, with a finger pressed to his lips, for me to be
quiet.  Then motioned me to follow him up the stairs.  He took me to what
would be my room and threw my bag on the double bed.

   "Ida sleeps a lot and I try not to disturb her.  Rest does her good. 
Now, I want you to get into some casual cloths," He said eyeing the outfit
I had on,"Jeans and a shirt will do, then come down to the barn."

   I wanted to ask why, but he was gone before I could.

   I changed and a short time later I was walking through the large barn
doors.  I looked around and didn't see or hear anyone.

   "Frank?" I called,"Are you here?"

   "All the way through and out the back." Came the faint reply.

   I found him standing next to a corral fence watching two horses.

   As I walked up he grinned and pointed at the smaller and darker of the
two.

   "That's Porticia."He said,"Her and Thunderbolt my stallion over there,"
He pointed at the larger of the two horses,"are the best mounts I have. 
She will be your mount for the time you're here."

   "Great!" I grinned,"But I can't ride.  Will you teach me?"

   "I didn't figure coming from where you did you'd know how to ride. 
First lesson will be tomorrow." Frank said,"but she's due to come into heat
next week and I'm going to breed them when she does."

   I desperately wanted to ask about breeding, but was too embarrassed to
do so.

   "You ever see animals breed?" Frank ask, looking at me.

   "Aw, aw, n..no." I stammered, more then a little taken aback by his
open, frank attitude.

   "Would you like to watch when it happens?" He ask.

   "S..sure." I replied, trying to sound confident.

   He barked a laugh and said,"Don't worry Princess, I won't make fun of
you.  It's a natural thing, sex.  Most everyone raised on a ranch takes it
for granted.  It won't happen until she's ready, probably early next week.
She's not ready yet.  When she's in heat, her pussy will be swollen and
wet, to make it easy for the stallion to enter her.  I'm just letting them
get use to each other at the moment."

   Frank looked at me and ask,"Have you had sex yet?"

   I tried not to look shocked as his words sunk into my brain.

   I didn't know how to answer so stood frozen until he laughed and
said,"I'll take that as a no.  So no sex.  Have you touched yourself? 
Played with yourself?  Had a climax?"

   Again I was shocked and didn't know how to respond.  They were such
intimate questions and asked so forthrightly!  Not knowing what else to do,
I shook my head.

   Frank grinned and said,"I see.  Too bad.  Sex, even self sex, can be
something wonderful and it can feel really, really good."

   As I said, my parents were prudes about sex.  They even opted to keep me
out of the sex-ed classes.  So the info I had about sex came from friends,
and that wasn't much other then giggled innuendos.  So I was totally
unprepared for an open discussion about it.  I was embarrassed, but the
strangest thing was, I could feel a pressure start in my groin.  At the
time I had no idea why.

   Frank ran the stallion into another paddock, then took me on a tour of
the barn and out buildings.  After that we jumped into his old pickup and
drove out to the lake.  It was a small lake, 10 acres or so isolated in a
small basin.  Designed for watering the stock and irrigation.  The water
was clean and Frank said we would come out to go swimming sometime soon. 
We returned to the barn and Frank did his nightly chores.

   We were walking through the barn past the hay mound, when Frank reached
over, grabbed me and with a laugh threw me into the hay.  I came up
spitting hay and instantly retaliated by throwing hay at him.

   "Hey you!" He yelled and jumped into the mound in pursuit of me.

   I tired to escape but in a moment found myself held by two powerful
hands.  I wiggled and thrashed trying to get away, to no avail.  Frank
gathered me to him, held me against his chest and began to tickle me.  As I
thrashed about, I became aware that the funny pressure I had felt at the
corral return to my groin.  As we wrestled, one of Frank's hands landed on
my left breast and his other was tickling my bare skin of my side.  As I
struggled to try and get away, his grip on my breast tightened.  As he held
me against him, tickling me with one hand and cupping my breast with the
other to hold me, the pressure in my crotch intensified ten fold.

   Finally I gasp,"Ok,Ok, I give!"

   He stopped tickling me, but left his hand pressed against the bare skin
of my side and said in a mock growl,"No more pelting me with hay?"

   "No more, I promise." I said.

   "And no more sass either?" He said.

   I liked being against his broad strong chest, so I hesitated for a time,
enjoying the feel of it.

   "Well?" He ask, pulling me against his chest harder for emphasis.

   As he did, his hand covering my breast moved almost imperceptibly in a
circular motion, stimulating my nipple through my skirt and bra.  That sent
a jolt straight to my crotch.

   "O..Ok." I stammered,"No more sass."

   "Alright, then I'll let you go." He replied.

   He hesitated for several seconds, then released me.  We climbed out of
the mound brushing hay from our clothes.  Frank reached over and pulled
several straws from my hair.

   Then he turned his back to me and said,"Do I have any on my back?"

   "Yes.  I'll get it." I said brushing the loose hay from his back.

   After I was done he turned to me and said,"Turn around and let me check
your's."

   I turned and a moment later felt his hands stroke, slowly, gently, along
my back, then over my butt and down my legs.  My stomach jumped as I felt
his hand between my legs.  I looked down to see him slow brushing hay from
the in-seam of my jeans.  As I stood there letting him brush off the hay,
the feel of his hands caused the pressure in crotch to return, even more
then it had been.

   After a few moments he said,"Ok, done.  Let's go get something to eat."

   When we entered the house aunt Ida was awake.  I talked with her until
Frank announced dinner was ready.

   We ate and cleaned up, then Frank said,"Ida sleeps down here in the
spare bedroom because she can't make it up the stairs.  I'm going to put
her to bed.  You best do the same.  I'll expect your help with the chores
tomorrow and morning comes early around here."

   I climbed the stairs, got my nighty from my bag and stepped into the
bathroom for a long shower.  When I finished I slipped into the nighty I
brought and stepped into the hall.  Frank was just climbing the stairs and
as he caught sight of me, he stopped dead still.

   "What's wrong?" I ask as I noticed the surprised expression on his face.

   "You've filled out a lot since I saw you last.  You were only 12 the
last time.  My goodness your breasts have popped up and your hips have
filled out.  You look like a young woman now.  A very pretty young
woman."He said.

   My cheeks flared red and the pressure in my crotch returned as I noticed
how he looked at me.

   "Aw, yes, I've grown up." I said.

   "Yes, Yes you have." He said, almost to himself his eyes fixed on my
chest.

   He shook his head and added,"You best get to bed.  As I said, morning
comes really early around here."

   As I walked past him he patted me on the ass, causing that feeling of
pressure in my crotch to flare.  As I climbed into bed I wondered why it
happened every time he touched me.  I knid of knew it had to do with sex,
but wasn't sure why.  As I said, I wasn't very knowledgeable about sex.

   For the next week we followed the same routine, Frank would wake me at
5:30 AM, we would eat breakfast and then feed cattle, curry horses and pile
hay.  Then about mid morning he would give me a riding lesson.

   Sometime each day, when we walked through the barn, Frank would throw me
in the hay mound and we would wrestle.  The first couple of days it was a
repeat of the first day , except when he grabbed me he would have one hand
on my breast and the other pressed tight against my crotch.  I could feel
the pressure return as he held me against him like that.  We would stay
that way for a short while, then I would call "Uncle", quit struggling and
just lay against him.

   He would hold me for a short time, the hand he had on my breast
squeezing lightly and the lower one cupping my crotch.  The first time it
happened, I became aware of the hard bulge in his pants.  I didn't know for
sure, but I suspected it was what my friends had mentioned as a cock.

   Frank would finally release me and we would climb out of the hay.  I'd
brush the hay off his clothes and he would do mine.  Each day he seemed to
take more time to do so.  His hands would linger a bit longer on certain
parts of me, like my butt and inner thighs.  Because of the feeling it gave
me, the pressure between my legs, I didn't mind him taking his time.

   The fifth day as we passed the mound, he threw me in and we again
wrestled.  When he finally pinned me I found his hands once again on my
breast and crotch, and my butt pulled tightly against the hard bulge in his
pants.  This time I quit struggling, but didn't call "Uncle".  I wanted to
see what he would do.

   We lay there in the hay, spooned tight, with Franks hands rubbing my
crotch and tittie.  I knew it wasn't right, knew we shouldn't, but I was
enjoying the feel of it.

   A moment later he surprised me by whispering,"Have you touched yourself
yet, since we talked?"

   I didn't know what to say so I just shook my head.

   "Try it, tonight." He whispered,"I promise you'll like it.  Just put
your hand down and rub, like this, only against your bare pussy."

   His hand came up, grasped mine and guided it to my crotch.  A moment
later his hand was moving mine over my mound, rubbing me through my jeans.
That and his use of the word pussy, caused the pressure I had been feeling
to turn warm and wet.  I lay there against him for several minutes,
enjoying the feel of his hand holding mine, his fingers guiding mine.

   I started to get nervous about someone walking in,( who I had no idea
since no one but aunt Ida was at the ranch and she was asleep) so I
said,"Ok, but we should get out of here."

   Frank slowly released me with one last whisper,"Like I said, try it,
you'll like it."

   That night after my shower I came out of the bathroom and Frank was
coming down the hall.  I had on a top that barely covered my breasts and a
pair of silk pajama bottoms.  As his eyes roamed over me, my cheeks turned
red as I started to get embarrassed.

   Frank noticed it, grinned and said," Don't be embarrassed Princess, this
is just the start.  You are such a looker, you are going to have men
staring at you that way the rest of your life."

   I felt the pressure in my crotch return and a warm lump in my stomach
form at his words.  As I started to walk past him, he reached out and
pulled me to him.  He was standing behind me, so he reached around and
cupped my breast with one hand and my pussy (that's how I had begun to
think of that part of me ever since he had used the word earlier that week)
with the other.  Then he placed his lips against my ear.

   "Remember,"He whispered,"put your finger between the folds and just rub
it, gently.  I promise you'll love it."

   He kissed my ear, sending shivers through me, gave my tittie and my
pussy a last squeeze and released me.  I walked quickly to my bedroom and
climb into bed.  I lay there for a few minute thinking about what he had
said, then slowly slid my hand down into my pajama bottoms.  My fingers
touched my sex.  It was wet.  I slid my finger between my lips and as my
finger touched what I would later learn to be my clit, an electric shock
shot through me.

   As I rubbed, the pressure grew and grew.  It was starting to feel like I
needed to pee, but a little different and better.  The pressure continued
to grow, becoming more and more intense, until of a sudden the most
wonderful feeling burst over me, flooding my senses.  I must have went
right to sleep after my climax, for the next thing I knew Frank was shaking
my shoulder telling me it was time to get up.

   After breakfast we walked to the barn.  Frank looked at me and ask,"Did
you try it?"

   I didn't answer, but I could feel my cheeks turning bright red.

   Frank laughed and said,"You did!  So was it as good as I told you it
would be?"

   Again I didn't say anything, but nodded my head.

   As we entered the barn he said,"There's other things that feel as good,
or better."

   That set my mind to whirling, what could be better then what I had felt
last night?

   About mid morning Frank motioned me to follow and we walked out behind
the barn to the corral.  We leaned over the fence and looked at the brown
mare.

   "You see how her pussy is wet and swollen?"He ask.

   I nodded my head and he continued,"She's ready for the stallion.  You
ready to watch?"

   Again all I could do was nod my head.

   Frank grinned at me and said,"Ok.  Here we go."

   Frank turned the stallion in with the mare.  At first the big horse he
sniffed and huffed.  Then my eyes grew round as I saw his unsheathed cock.
God it was huge!  After a moment the stallion mounted her and I watched as
his huge member slid into her pussy.

   As I watched the two horses breed I could feel my own pussy getting
wetter and wetter.  I was starting to squeeze my legs together to try to
get some relief from the pressure in my crotch.  It was bad enough, I
couldn't stand still.  I moved nervously from one foot to the other, and I
couldn't hold my hips still.  I started to think about getting away, make
an excuse to go to the bathroom, or to my room, anything to be alone so I
could touch myself.

   Frank was watching me and I knew he could see my squeezing my legs
together and how I was dancing around.

   He moved over next to me and said in a low voice,"Quite a sight isn't
it?"

   Without moving my gaze from the two horses I replied,"Uh,hu."

   A moment later I caught my breath as I felt his hand slide down across
my butt.  I held my breath as I felt it move between my legs and push up
against my pussy.  Automatically, without a tohught as to why, I started to
move my hips, rubbing my crotch against his hand.  I knew it wasn't right,
but I stood there watching those two horses, my hips humping against his
hand and let Frank stroke my crotch through my jeans.

   Finally it was over.  The stallion dismounted and with a sigh Frank
pulled his hand from between my legs.  I thought I was going to explode. 
My brain whirled trying to come up with any excuse so I could get away. 
But that wasn't to be.

   Frank separated the horses, then with a grin said we needed to drive out
and check some of the fences.  For the next hour we drove along barbed wire
fence looking for breaks.  We didn't talk much, but I noticed him looking
over at me from time to time with a studied expression on his face. 
Slowly, very slowly, the pressure subsided in my crotch.

   Finally Frank said it was lunch time, turned and headed for a hill top.
A huge tree sat at the crown of the hill.  He parked his truck, reached
into the back and pulled out a basket.  A couple of minutes later he had a
picnic laid out.

   We ate seated across form each other.  Talking about the fence and some
of the wild life we had seen along the way.  After we finished, Frank
picked up the picnic stuff and put it in the back of the truck.  He
strolled over sat down and leaned up against the tree.  I stood watching
until he was settled.  He motioned me over to him.

   "Here Princess," He said patting the ground between his legs,"Come sit
down.  You can use me as a back rest."

   I stepped over and hesitantly sat down.  Frank took hold of my shoulders
and pulled me back against him.

   "Relax." He said kneading my arms gently with his large strong hands
,"We need a little nap, then we'll continue with our work."

   It was comfortable leaning against his hard muscled chest.  After a
little while I started to drift off.  About that time I felt Franks hand
slide slowly over my arm and cup my breast.  My heart skipped a beat.  I
didn't know what to do.  I knew I shouldn't let him, but I also knew it
felt good, so I pretended to be asleep.

   A moment later it felt even better as he started to slowly massage my
breast, gently squeezing it and my nipple as he did.  The pressure in my
sex which had subsided some what from the show that morning, returned with
a vengeance.

   This went on for a while, then I felt his other hand slide down and cup
my crotch.  As he pressed his hand to my pussy, the pressure I had been
feeling intensified.  Gently he started to rub me through my jeans as his
other hand massaged my breast.  The pressure was now an ache.  I could feel
my vagina quivering.  I relaxed my legs, letting them spread farther apart
so he had more access to my crotch.  I was breathing hard and I became
aware I was letting out a low moan.

   "You awake Princess?" He whispered.

   "Uh, hu." I moaned, unable at that moment to think of anything but the
wonderful feeling building inside me.

   "You like that Princess?  Feels good doesn't it?  Feels as good as when
I was doing it at the corral doesn't it?" Frank whispered to me.

   "Uh,hu." I answered,"But isn't it wr..wr..wrong to do this?"

   "Some would say so."He whispered,"But you're old enough, 18 and not
really related to me being my niece by marriage only, so it's not incest."

   "Why don't you let me undo your bra?  Remember I said there were things
that would feel as good, or better?  It would feel much, much better if I
was touching your bare tittie."

   "Rea..rea...really?"I stammered in reply.

   "Yes, really." He chuckled,"trust me."

   Frank pushed me forward, reached up the back of my shirt and a moment
later I felt my bra strap come undone.  He gently pulled me back against
him and slowly unbuttoned my shirt.  When it was all the way unbuttoned, he
reached down hooked his fingers into the bottom of my bra and gently pulled
it up over my titties.  I gasp as his fingers touched my bare nipple.

   He chuckled and whispered,"Didn't I tell you it would feel good?  Now
relax my little Princess."

   He stroked first one nipple then the other until they almost ached.  I
could feel him working at my belt but didn't pay much attention to it,
until I felt his hand slip down into my pants.

   "Wh..Wh..What are you...doing now?" I groaned.

   "Relax Princess,"He whispered, "this is another thing that will feel
really good.  It felt good when you touched yourself didn't it?"

   "Uh, hu." I groaned in reply.

   "It's even better if someone else touches you.  You'll see." He
whispered

   I felt his hand move down until his fingers were curled and he was
cupping my sex with only the thin cotton of my panties separating them.  He
began to rub me and an electric shock shot through me.

   "My, my,"He chuckled,"My little Princess's panties are soaking wet.  I
think I shall see if...."

   With that he pulled aside the leg of my panties and gently slipped his
finger between my labia.  The electric shock of before became a smashing
jolt as his finger tip slide over my clit.  My hips involuntarily jerked
forward toward his hand and I gasp.

   Frank chuckled again and whispered,"Feels good?  I told you it would
feel as good or better then doing it yourself.  You like?"

   "Oh, oh, y..yes." Was all I could say between gasps.

   As he fingered my vagina, as he tweaked and rubbed my nipple, the ache
and pressure in my sex grew until I felt like I was about to explode.

   "I can feel it," Frank whispered,"you're close.  Very, very close to
cumming.  So cum for me Princess, cum for me, Cum for me!"

   There was something about his voice in my ear , gentle, insistent,
demanding that reached down and touched me.  His fingers rubbed me at a
furious pace.  For a moment I felt like I was suspended in time, then I
groaned as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed me.

   As it hit me I heard Frank saying,"That's it Princess, that's it, cum
for me, CUM FOR ME!"

   As the waves of pleasure subsided, Frank cuddled me close, leaving his
fingers inside me and his hand cupping my breast, not moving.

   We sat that way for some time, then he whispered,"Princess, it's my
turn. Would you like to help me?"

   "Uh,hu, sure." in reality not being sure about it at all,"What do you
want me to do?"

   Frank urged me to move over to one side, then he pointed at the bulge in
the front of his pants.

   "Undo my jeans." He said.

   I unzipped and unsnapped his jeans, then looked at him for direction.

   He smiled and said,"Pull my underwear down."

   As I pulled the band of his underwear down, I got my first look at a
cock It looked huge.  The head was purple, looked the size of a large apple
(it wasn't, but from my perspective that day it looked that large) and the
shaft was as hard as a wooden pole.

   Frank grinned and said,"Ok, wrap your hands around it," he took both my
hands and wrapped them around his hard member,"that's it.  Now stroke, up
and down, that's it, gently, slowly, like that.  Go ahead and grip it
firmly.  That's it.  Oh, yes like that, that's it, stroke it, oh fuck."

   His eyes were getting glassy as I stroked his rod.  It couldn't have
done more then a dozen strokes when I heard him groan, felt his hard
manhood throb and the first of several shots of cum shot into the air.  I
sat, awed at the sight of his cock pumping cum into the air.

   Frank sat still for several minutes, then looked at me.  Without a word
he leaned over and kissed me gently on the mouth.  I could feel my vagina
twitch as his lips touched mine.

   "Thanks Princess.  I haven't had a nut for almost a year.  Ida can't any
more because of the virus.  Was it alright for you?"

   "Uh, uh." I answered, knowing it felt good but still not certain if it
was right.

   As he zipped his pants he said,"Like I told you, some people would
consider it bad what we did, because of your age.  I don't.  But I wouldn't
tell anyone.  Ok?"

   "Ok." I said buttoning my shirt, knowing I'd never tell a soul..

   He grinned and said,"Let's finish our chores."

   We finished our fence inspection and returned home.  That evening I felt
nervous around aunt Ida, but tried not to let it show.  We ate dinner and
as the night before I took a shower and climbed into bed.

   I was almost asleep when I heard my bedroom door open then close, then
steps coming across the floor.

   A moment later Frank said,"You asleep Princess?"

   "Not yet".  I replied.

   "I just wanted to see if you were ok." He said, then I felt his hand
slide under the covers.

   He cupped my tittie for a moment, rolling my nipple between his fingers,
then slowly slid his hand down over my tummy until he was cupping my pussy.

   "Perhaps tomorrow we'll do again what we did today." He whispered.

   I didn't say anything, but I knew he could feel my hips pushing toward
his hand.

   He chuckled and said,"That's the answer I wanted."

   He leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, a gentle, lingering kiss, his
fingers massaging my sex as he did.

   He broke the kiss and said,"Goodnight."

   A moment later I heard my bedroom door open, then close.  I could feel
the wetness of my pussy against my thighs.  So I slid my hand down and
fingered myself to a climax.  I drifted off to sleep after, my hand still
covering my pussy, pretending it was Franks.

   I woke the next morning wondering if the day before had been a dream and
knowing it wasn't.  I felt guilty but also deep down I knew I wanted it to
happen again.

   The day went as usual.  We ate breakfast and did chores.  Then a bit
before lunch as we were walking through the barn Frank did his thing.  He
picked me up and threw me in the hay.

   As before we wrestled, but this time when I called "Uncle" I felt
Frank's hand working at my jeans zipper as he whispered,"Not yet Princess.
Your going to cum before I let you up."

   I was very nervous.  As I said I didn't know who, but I was convinced
someone would walk in and find us.

   "Please not here,"I pleaded.

   "You don't want me to touch you?" He ask, an undercurrent of electricity
in his voice.

   "Uh, uh,"I stammered, because I felt guilty but I really did want him to
finger me,"uh, y..y..yes I do, but please not here.  Someone might see us."

   Frank laughed and said,"I don't know who that would be, but ok, I know
where we can go."

   We climbed out of the hay and I followed Frank out of the barn.  He lead
me to an out building that I hadn't been to.  When he opened the door and
usurered me in I found we were in a what looked like a small apartment.

   "This,"He said, closing and locking the door,"use to be the living
quarters for my hired hand.  Unfortunately we had to let him go and I can't
afford to hire anyone in his place.  If anyone does come, we can hear the
vehicle pull in from here."

   Frank walked over and sat on the bed, then with a finger beaconed to me.
My cheeks felt red as I slowly walked over to him.

   Frank grinned as he saw the color of my face and said,"Come Princess. 
Don't be embarrassed.  It will feel good, really, really good.  Like
yesterday.  And the more we do it, the better it will feel."

   Frank leaned down and pulled off his boots and socks, instructing me to
do the same.  Then he pulled off his jeans, telling me to do like wise, and
finally his underwear.

   He sat on the edge of the bed watching as I put my thumbs in the band of
my panties, thinking he wanted me to pull them off too, he said,"Leave
those on.  I'll take 'em off for you.  Now come here."

   The whole thing seemed like a dream.  I didn't even question what we
were doing, but just followed his instructions.  I walked over to him and
stood in front of him.  Slowly very slowly he unbuttoned my shirt.  Then
reached up behind me and undid my bra.  He pulled it up and a moment later
my young titties lay bare to his gaze.

   As he reached out and stroked a finger across one nipple he said,"My
goodness Princess, I knew they felt good against my hand yesterday, but you
have two of the prettiest titties I've ever seen."

   His words sent a surge to my sex and I could feel that now familiar feel
of my pussy growing damp.  He pulled me to him, between his spread legs and
I felt the hardness of his cock pressed against my mound.  I thought he was
just going to hold me that way, but a moment later I gasp as I was treated,
for the first time in my life, to the feel of a mouth engulfing my nipple.
He spent quite a few minutes grinding his hardness against the mound of my
pussy as he sucked first one then the other of my nipples.  As he did I
could feel the pressure in my sex, grow and grow, until I was sure I'd cum
just from him grinding against me and sucking on my nips.

   He pulled his mouth from my nipple and said,"Ok princess, this time I'd
like to cum first, OK?"

   Not know what else to do I nodded.  Frank stretched out on the bed, his
hard cock laying on his belly.

   "Come up here." He beaconed me.

   I climbed onto the bed next to him.

   He took my hands and wrapped them around his hardness and said,"Just
like yesterday."

   He leaned back and closed his eyes as I began to stroke his manhood.  As
I stroked it and looked at his large, hard manhood, I wondered how, if he
ever wanted to try, would it ever fit inside me.

   As I stroked him he groaned,"Oh God Princess that feels good.  That's
it, you're doing wonderfully, oh, that's...that's....oh F...F...Fuck!!!!"

   As he said the last his rod began to throb shooting spurt after spurt of
cum into the air.  As it happened I felt my pussy contract and pulse as I
too came.  Not as much as I had before, it was a much smaller orgasm, but I
did cum.  As his cock spasmed a last small throb and a dribble of cum oozed
out, Frank pulled me to him and kissed me hard.

   "Thanks Princess.  Now it's your turn.  Remember I told you there were
things that felt better then fingers?  This time I'll show you." He said.

   He pulled me up and laid me on my back, leaned down and began to suck on
my nipple as his fingers traveled over my tummy to my sex.  As his fingers
stroked over my panty covered mound, I closed my eyes and drifted off on
the exquisite feel of what was happening.

   Frank rubbed my pussy through my panties for a bit, then slipped his
fingers under the leg.  I moaned as I felt his fingertip stroke over my
clit.  Then I felt his mouth leave my nipple and his lips start to kiss
down across my tummy.  A moment later I felt his mouth against the crotch
of my panties and felt the heat of his breath against my sex.

   Without thinking about the fact that he had his mouth against my pussy,
my hips pushed forward, wanting more, wanting to feel it even more
intensely.  Frank worked my panties down, then pulled them off.  As he did
he kissed my inner thighs and tummy.  When he had them off, he leaned down
and I felt an explosion of pleasure as a mans tongue slipped into my pussy
for the very first time.

   "Oh, God!"I cried,"Wha..wha..what are you doing to me?"

   Franks muffled voice responded,"I'm eating your pussy Princess."

   I couldn't respond for the waves of pleasure from his tongue engulfed
me. I could feel the pressure of an orgasm growing, and I knew it would be
big.  When it finally washed over me, I must had climaxed for minutes.  At
the end I was drained and so weak I could only lay still and whimper.

   As we dressed Frank ask,"Well Princess, was it better then fingers."

   My cheeks colored as I nodded my head and replied,"Uh,hu."

   Frank laughed and said as he opened the door,"I'll show you other things
too, later."

   The next week was like a dream.  Frank ate my pussy at least twice a
day. Each time I came more.  By the end of the week I was having two or
three orgasms each time.  I couldn't believe how good it felt.

   When it was his turn and I stroked him off, he would talk dirty to me.
The first time he didn't do much, just said "Fuck" a few times and called
me a "sweet little slut".  Afterward he told me that talking dirty was all
part of sex.  From then on it became part of our sex.

   At the end of the week we walked into the hired hand room, which had
become our regular place to have sex.  We undressed and got on the bed.  I
reached over and took Franks cock in my hand, intending to stroke it as I
had been.

   "Today my little Princess slut, you need to return the favor of oral
sex." He said.

   I looked at him questioningly.

   "I want you to put my cock in your mouth.  I want you to suck me, give
me a blow job." He said.

   I looked from his face to his cock, unsure of this new development, then
said,"Ok.  I'll try."

   I leaned forward wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and took
the head into my mouth.  I figured it was like licking and sucking a
popsicle, so that's how I started.

   To my delight, Frank groaned,"Oh yes Princess!  Just like that!  Oh,
Fuck!  That's it!  Suck my cock!  Oh Yes!  My pretty little fuck slut knows
how to suck cock!  Oh God!  Yes suck it you little cunt!  Oh Fuck swallow
my cock!  Eat my cum!"

   I sucked him for sometime and between the satin feel of his cock in my
mouth and his words, my pussy was dripping wet within a short time.

   Then I felt Frank put his hand behind my head and say,"I'm ready to cum
Princess.  When I do it's going to fill your mouth.  Just swallow and you
won't gag."

   A few moments later I heard him groan,"Oh Fuck!  I'm cumming!"

   The first spurt hit the back of my throat, then filled my mouth.  The
taste was strange, but not bad.  Reflexively I swallowed and kept
swallowing until his cock quit spurting cum.  As I swallowed the last of
his cum I could feel my pussy twitching.  My inner thighs were wet and I
was turned on enough that all Frank would have to do is touch me once and
I'd cum.

   He rolled me onto my back and I closed my eyes, thinking the next thing
I would feel would be his tongue.  Instead I felt his outer thighs against
my inner ones.  I opened my eyes to find him between my legs, cock in hand.

   "It's time my sweet, little, slut Princess.  It's time for me to fill
your sweet, tight, wet little pussy with my cock." He said in a hoarse
whisper.

   I knew this moment would be coming, and I'd been apprehensive about it.
I'd thought about his cock being shoved into my pussy many times, and
couldn't understand how it was going to fit.  But now, being as turned on
as I was, I didn't care.  I just wanted to cum.

   So I moaned,"Fuck me.  Put your cock into me!"

   Frank leaned forward and placed the head of his cock against my
entrance, then moved forward, pushing the head of his hard rod between the
swollen lips of my pussy.  He stopped for a moment, then with short, gentle
strokes worked it in and out between my labia.  I couldn't believe how good
it felt, his cock head sliding in and out between the lips of my pussy.

   Slowly, very slowly as he stroked I could feel him getting deeper and
deeper inside me.  I felt filled as he worked his cock into me.  When he
had worked his cock head just inside my pussy I felt an uncomfortable
pressure.

   "Ok, Princess.  I'm against your cherry.  It's going to hurt a little
when I break through, but only for a little while.  You ready for this?" He
panted.

   All of a sudden I was unsure, when he said "hurt" it set off alarm
bells, "I...I...I...I'm not..."I stammered.

   "Trust me.  There's no easy way to do this so......" He said, then
pulled back and with one hard thrust rammed his cock against and through my
hymen.

   Luckily it was thin.  There was a moment of pain, then I felt his cock
filling me and I whimpered.

   He lay still on top of me, his cock buried inside me, smoothing my hair
as he whispered to me,"Don't move, don't move.  Give it a minute.  It will
pass."

   After a few moments, the ache subsided , then I felt him begin to slowly
stroke in and out of me.  As the minutes passed it began to feel better,
then good and finally it felt wonderful.

   As he stroked into me Frank began to talk to me,"Oh yes my sweet little
Princess slut.  Such a nice tight pussy.  Such a great little fuck.  I'm
going to enjoy fucking you every chance I get.  You're my little fuck slut
for the summer."

   I felt an orgasm building, then without warning, the largest one I had
ever had thundered over my senses.  All I could do was wrap my legs around
his hips, my arms around his neck and moan as wave after wave of pleasure
filled me.

   I could feel my pussy pulsing around Franks hard cock as if it wanted to
milk his cum from him.

   As my pussy pulsed and sucked at his shaft , I heard him groan,"OH
FUCK!" then I felt his cock start to jerk as he came inside me.

   His pulsing, throbbing cock triggered another orgasm for me.  Coming as
it did on the heels of the first earth shattering one, by the time it was
done, I was exhausted.  Frank moved to the side and pulled me to him.  We
fell asleep and napped.

   When we woke we showered (Frank had turned on all the plumbing and
electricity to the place when we had started using it) and got dressed.

   As we started to leave Frank kissed me and ask,"You alright Princess? 
Not too sore are you?"

   I was just a little sore but not bad and I told him so.

   "Good, good." He said with a grin,"I didn't want to hurt you but there's
no other way to do it that I know of.  It won't hurt at all from now on."

   The next morning I found I was slightly sore, but that seemed to
disappear as the day went on.  I was a little apprehensive about it, but
when Frank ate my pussy, then fucked me later that afternoon, I wasn't sore
at all.  In fact I came twice.

   A week later when we entered our place (as I had started to think of it)
I found that Frank had set up a large mirror on a tripod next to the bed.

   "What's this for?" I ask.

   "Well Princess," Frank said with a grin,"I get to watch the titillating
and absolutely fantastic sight of my cock sliding into your tight, wet,
little pussy.  That, my sweet, sexy girl is one of the best sights in the
world.  So I thought perhaps you'd like to have a better view of it."

   He had me lay on the bed and he ate me, spending a lot of time teasing
me with his tongue and fingers.  He had me almost to an orgasm when he
stopped.

   "Oh God!  NO!" I groaned,"Don't Stop!  Please don't stop!"

   He grabbed my hand and pulled me up with a grin.  He moved the mirror
over close to the bed, sat down and pulled me to him.

   "Straddle me, facing the mirror." He instructed.

   Quickly I straddled him grasp his cock, lined it up with my pussy and
slid down onto it, watching it disappear inside me.  Frank grabbed my hips
and began to stroke into me.  I watched in fascination as the length of his
cock, shiny and wet, disappeared up inside me, then reappeared as he stoked
outward.

   I was so enthralled by the sight that I didn't realize my climax was so
close, until it hit me like a thunder bolt.  My pussy contracted, senses
blurred and the hot fire of my climax filled my senses.  As it did I felt
Franks cock throbbing as he emptied his cum into me.

   Afterward as we dressed he ask,"Well, how did you like watching my cock
fucking your tight little pussy?"

   I grinned and replied,"I loved it!  Can we do it again soon?"

   "Anytime you want, Princess.  Anytime you want." He said smiling.

   That was how the whole summer went.  Frank fucked me, ate me and taught
me how to suck cock One afternoon he wanted to see how many times I could
cum.  He fucked me and tongued me for hours.  By the end of the afternoon I
had climaxed 9 times and was totally exhausted.

   By the end of the summer I was a rather accomplished and sex loving
slut. But Frank taught me other things, besides the love of sex.

   He taught me I could love sex and be a slut, love to fuck and suck cock,
but that it wasn't something degrading.  In fact he taught me to be proud
of what I could do.  That has done me well over the years and I do have to
say every man I've ever bedded has enjoyed my company.

   About mid summer we talked about the possibility that I might want to
fuck someone else when I went home, so he took me to the city and we
visited a family planning clinic.  He got me birth control pills and bought
condoms to show me how to use them.  I didn't need them when I fucked him
because he had a vasectomy years before and hadn't touched anyone but aunt
Ida and me for the last 20 years.

   I flew home at the end of the summer, a different girl, happy,
confident, and sexually aware.  A couple of months later aunt Ida died.  I
was so sorry to hear the news.  I liked aunt Ida.  I also knew it would
mean Frank was all alone now.  That made me even sadder.

   I played the good girl for my parents from then on, not wanting to
jeopardize my chances of going to the ranch the next summer.  But I also
found lovers.  Mostly older guys, for they knew how to do it well and
didn't brag about their conquests.  And besides, if you're an older guy and
a sexy young woman fuck's you to exhaustion, are you going to jeopardize
that by telling someone?

   Every summer for the next four year I spent at the ranch.  The second
year almost didn't happen.  My parents didn't think it was right for me to
live at the ranch with only Frank, so weren't going to allow me to go. 
Frank convinced them that he had hired a live-in housekeeper.  My parents
decided it was alright as long as another female was in the house.

   The fake house-keeper turned out to be a female friend, Fran, from
another ranch close by, someone who Frank occasionally shared his bed with
when I wasn't there.  Actually he shared it when I was there.  Fran was my
first female, female sex.  She taught me many things.  But that's another
story.  My parents accepted the housekeeper story and never again
questioned my being at the ranch.

   With Ida gone, we didn't need to use the hired hands quarters, so I
spent the time I was there sleeping in his bed.  Frank fucked me everyday,
sometimes two times a day.  God I still remember waking up the first night
in his bed, as he rolled over and rammed his hard cock into me.  Half
asleep we fucked.  And when I came it was like a dream.

   That second summer was the summer Frank introduced me to vibrators and
anal sex.  My introduction started one midday about a month after I
arrived. We had been in the barn and Frank had started to fondle me.  He
ask if I'd like to go into the house for some fuck time.  Being ready
anytime for sex I said yes.

   We showered and climbed onto the bed.  Frank spread my legs, pushed them
up against my shoulders and began to eat my pussy.  I was so turned on that
when I felt his tongue touch my rectum, all I could do was groan.  It felt
so different, and so good!

   Frank tongued me for a bit then returned to eating my pussy.  As he did
he slipped two fingers into me.  I also felt his thumb against my rectum.
It felt good as he pushed just the ball of it into me and rubbed.  I was
carried away by the feel of what he was doing.

   A few minutes later I climaxed.  He kept right on eating me as my orgasm
subsided.  Suddenly I tensed as I became aware that he had his thumb inside
my ass.  How it had happened I don't know, but it felt good, different but
good, so I relaxed and drifted off on the waves of pleasure, headed for my
second climax.

   That's all he did that time.  A couple of days later, he worked two
fingers into me.  He was so gentle and patient it didn't hurt at all.

   Finally he said,"Princess, I think it's time I fucked you in the ass."

   I knew Frank wouldn't hurt me so I was confident and unafraid.  He ate
my pussy and worked two fingers into me until he had my ass wet and ready.
With a grin he reached over and pulled out a vibrator.  I watched, curious
as to what it was, having never seen one.  My eyes widened as he slipped it
into my pussy, then his grin widened he turned it on.

   I gasp and my hips trembled as that now familiar, fantastic tingling
sensation shot through my crotch.

   "Oh Fuck!" I gasp,"Oh that's fucking great!"

   Frank fucked me with the vibrator for a moment, then leaned forward and
put his cock against my ass.  He slowly and gently pushed it in as he
fucked my pussy with the vibrator.  When he was all the way inside me, he
began to fuck my ass with long pounding strokes.  Over the next 15 minutes
I came four times, one right after the other.

   At the end when Frank's cock finally exploded, filling my ass with
spunk, I almost passed out.  That was the first time, but not the last he
fuck me that way.

   Each time in the fall, when I returned home, it was really hard to
readjust to sleeping by myself, really difficult not having someone to fuck
me everyday.

   The last full summer I spent there, the summer before my last year of
college, Frank had his hands full.  I wanted to do something special for
him, so I talked three of my classmates into spending part of the summer at
the ranch with me.  It took me a week to win them over and convince them to
fuck Frank, but after I did he had more sex then he could stand, but again
that's another story for another time.

   Where's Frank now?  Still at the ranch and I still see him during the
summer.  Unfortunately it's only for a week.  Each year I go on a retreat
to the ranch.  Everyone thinks it's to get away from my job for a while and
rejuvenate.  And I do spend that week relaxing, but I also fuck Frank the
entire week.  He's 67 now but still loves to stick his tongue in my pussy
and fuck me.  Damn that man can make me cum better and faster then anyone
else, including my husband (and yes he knows about Frank).

   So that's why I won't tell my girlfriends.  That is unless any one of
them ever give me an inkling that they have something missing from their
sex lives, might want to experience something different and are too timid
or afraid to take a lover.  If that happens, I'll tell them the story and
Frank might just have another guest at the ranch.  If so, I hope he's up to
it.  But knowing him, I'm sure he will be.

   The End