A Pony for Her Sweet Sixteen - Sex Stories

A Pony for Her Sweet Sixteen

... bought him when I was in Ireland four years ago.” Laura and her parents peer through the bars. Inside is a huge stallion. Black as coal with a single white flash on his forehead, the horse glares at them with fiery eyes. Laura blushes. She can’t help but notice the animal’s huge cock. It hangs eighteen inches between his hind legs. Arthur sees her embarrassment and explains that Emperor can smell one of the mares that happens to be in heat.

“I plan to have Emperor service her tomorrow afternoon,” he whispers to Laura. “You’ll be able to give him a hand, so to speak. I think you’ll find it very educational.” Arthur smiles wickedly while his niece blushes.

The Master of Whistling Nettles ushers his guests further down the aisle until they come to a large double door. Laura thinks to herself that this can’t be the end of the building. It looked longer when they were walking towards it. Uncle Arthur explains that on the other side of the doors is a very special section of the stables. Laura notices that there is a modern electrical lock mechanism in the doors. Instead of a key, these doors are opened only if one presses the correct combination on a keypad bolted to the doorframe. Arthur doesn’t use the keypad. Instead, he pushes a red button. He announces that his son, Wilber, is inside working the ponies. He wants him to come out and greet his relatives before they all go in.

As they wait for Wilber to come out, Laura wonders what can be so special about these ...

... ponies that they must be locked away from the other horses. Her thoughts are interrupted by the click of the lock. Wilber steps out. Laura’s eyes widen. The last time she saw Wilber, she was nine and he was twelve. She remembers a fat, pimply boy with a perpetual scowl on his face. Unlike herself, Wilber hasn’t changed a lot in six years. Standing before her is a tall young man. At six feet four inches, he is two inches taller than his father. He weighs more than three hundred pounds. His cheeks and forehead are still pockmarked with cystic acne. Like his dad, Wilbur is wearing tan riding breeches, a white shirt and high black leather riding boots. In his left hand he carries a riding crop. He shakes his Laura’s father’s hand and busses her mother on her cheek. He then turns his attention on his cousin. The girl’s heart rate accelerates when they lock eyes. Wilber shares his father’s predatory stare. He is quite possible the most physically repulsive man she’s ever seen.

“Cousin Laura,” he says as he embraces her. “It’s been much too long. Why, the last time we were together I was very mean to you. I hope you’ve forgiven me.”

Laura quivers under his touch. Instead of horses, she can smell only sour male body odor on him. “Oh. h/h y.y.yes,” she stammers stupidly. She tries unsuccessfully to pull away from him.

Like his father, Wilber holds the young girl by the shoulders at arms length. “I’m so happy you’ve agreed to celebrate your Sweet Sixteen here at the farm,” he ...