A Pony for Her Sweet Sixteen - Sex Stories

A Pony for Her Sweet Sixteen

... her go but holds her by her shoulders at arms length. Laura can see his resemblance to her father, however while her father is handsome and kindly looking, Arthur’s eyes shine with a coldness that belie his friendly words. Laura senses a predatory nature in her uncle as he moves his gaze over her body. She blushes and wishes he would let go of her. Instead, he continues to hold her. “So, tomorrow is your sixteenth birthday,” he says. “I’m so happy that your parents agreed to let me make up for lost time by permitting me to host your birthday celebration. Your friends have been here since last night. You must be anxious to be with them. They’re in the stables with your cousin, Wilber.”

He finally lets Laura go and turns to her parents. “Don, Emily,” he says. “Why don’t we all go to the stables so Laura can join her friends.”

They readily agree. Laura and her dad lead the way and Uncle Arthur and her mother bring up the rear. The teenager is puzzled by the conspiratorial smiles on her parents’ faces as Uncle Arthur directs them out the back of the mansion and along a crushed shell pathway toward a large stable. She wonders why her friends didn’t come to greet her when she arrived. Having too much fun with the horses, she guesses. As they walk, Uncle Arthur asks his niece if she likes horses. Before she can respond, her mother answers for her. “Laura fell in love with horses when she was twelve. I guess most teenaged girl’s do. We spent a fortune on riding lessons for ...

... her and now she’s quite a good rider. Her instructor says that Laura has an excellent seat.”

“I’m sure she does,” says Uncle Arthur as he stares at the teenager’s pert bum swelling delightfully under her tight kilt. “I, too, have noticed that many a pubescent girl is fascinated by horses,” he continues. “I guess it has something to do with feeling a big and powerful animal between her legs.” He laughs. “She usually loses interest in horses once she experiences a big and powerful man between her legs.” Laura blushes and wonders why her parents are laughing. She’d have expected her father to admonish his brother for talking like that in front of her.

They follow Uncle Arthur into a large modern stable. It is magnificent. Mahogany stalls with polished brass fittings line the walls. Laura’s nose wrinkles at the smell of horses, but she’s used to it. She smiles at the familiar sounds of horses in their stalls. As they walk down the center aisle, Arthur stops occasionally to show his guests one of his horses. The animals are beautiful. Most are hunters or jumpers. They continue past several empty stalls. Their host stops them in front of a stall with a heavy reinforced door. Heavy brass bars line the top of the door, preventing anyone from leaning into the enclosure. “Here’s my pride and joy,” Arthur announces. At the sound of his master’s voice, the animal behind the heavy door whinnies loudly and kicks the wall. “Meet Emperor,” their host continues. “He’s my stud horse. I ...