                                                        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    
  
        
 


  