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                          THE EQUESTRIAN CENTRE

                              CHAPTER 1

    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 dare'nt 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.


                             Chapter Two


    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.

    "Er, what do you mean," she finally managed to stammer out.

    "Well, you've been staring at me for ten minutes  - 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 up 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 - its 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. 


Chapter 3


    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 he 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 its 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, OK,...but quietly."

    It went quiet for a while and then Heather heard her mother gasp 

    "Its huge,you'll never get all of that inside me - its 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."


                              Chapter 4


    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 !"


                                 Chapter 5


    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, its 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 ?" Alan
asked

    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, its 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

    "Er.......Alan ?" she said

    "What's the matter ?"

    "Er, 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 ?"

    "Er...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  er..." Heather hesitated "I'd er... like you to teach me how
to love - like you and mum. 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 its 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 - its just.....well.. you are 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

    "Its 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.

    "Er...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" he asked 

    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, its OK - I'll do it," she said

    "Who is giving who the lesson, ?" Alan said in a slightly raised
voice.

    "Sorry," Heather said

    "Its 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.

    "Its 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 precum
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 precum 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.. er penis
squirts out sperm when it is inside the vagina which fertilises 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 sterilised, 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. 

    "Its 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

    "Its when a man squirts his sperm out of his penis - its 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 precum 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.

    "Er, I'm not sure - its tastes a little salty and its rather slimy"
she replied honestly.

    "OK - well its not too bad, is it, ?"

    "No, its OK, I guess," she said.

    "Well now you know that its 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.

    "Er...  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 ball sac.
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. Its 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.


                          Chapter 6


    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 - its 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 - its a little yukky down there," she apologised
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 he 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, 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 ?"

    "Its all about confidence," Alan told her. "You are content with
yourself and with me and you are not frightened of new experiences - its
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, its 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.


                               Chapter 7


    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.

    The 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 its 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 its 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 its 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 will be much more fun for us afterwards if you will just go
along with this tonight, it will 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.

                                 Chapter 8.

    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," 

    "Er... 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."
    
    Ken said "There was, but that's about normal for me, Heather," Ken
told her. "I'm sorry if you got some in you're 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 its 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.

    "Oooooh, Alan, it hurts, it hurts, they're too big," she cried as
Ken continued pumping his fingers in and out.

    "Its 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 "its 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. 

    "Its 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," he told her.

    "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.


                                Chapter 9


    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, its so warm,  ooh its 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

    "Er.....I don't know, j j 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 its 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.


                                 Chapter 10


    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, er.. I must have been
tired out - where's Alan, ?" 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, its 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 he 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 he 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.


                              Chapter 11


    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 apologise." 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 reddned 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 - its a
picture." she said, smiling, again thinking how lucky she was.........

-- 
spiney norman

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