Kimiko Oneda's panties were wet. She listened intently as her best friend Helen recounted her most recent sexual encounter when she'd been fucked by a muscular polo player. Kim tried to take in every detail. What must it feel like to have a dick inside you? She tried to imagine it but failed. She had played with herself, stimulating herself with her fingers, but her hairy cunt remained inviolate. She didn't even own a dildo, and her fingers had never strayed beyond her love bump.
She felt between her legs and rubbed her clitoris as Helen talked excitedly.
"I'm so envious," Kim said when Helen wound down. "I've never even had a boyfriend."
Attending an all-girls public school had limited her opportunities. But she was also terrified, Kim finally admitted to herself. She knew she was cripplingly shy and had never dared approach a boy. But listening to her best friend's enthusiasm made her regret her fears.
Helen was in her class and clearly loved being fucked. She had no problem meeting men. And as she graphically described the sensations, Kim discovered she was desperate to know how it felt.
She couldn't hold her feelings in anymore. "I want someone to fuck me," she blurted out in a rush.
Helen grinned. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Do you really want to get fucked?"
Kim paused. She had watched her friend as she recounted her sexual adventure. Clearly, Helen wasn't exaggerating; she really had enjoyed being fucked - brutally hard, from her description. Kim had never even been kissed.
"I think so," she said quietly. "I'm tired of being the frumpy, shy nerd. I guess I'm just too ugly."
Helen looked her up and down. "You're gorgeous," she said. "But those clothes do nothing for you."
Kim let her friend take her shopping. Helen picked out three expensive designer outfits. All were close-fitting and revealing, and Kim felt self-conscious when she tried them on.
"You look perfect," Helen said. "Not frumpy. You look lovely and totally fuckable. You'll be fighting men off with a stick."
Kim paid, astonished at how much the dresses cost. But she wasn't hard up. Daddy gave her an excessive allowance.
"I know the perfect man to teach you," Helen said. "But you need to learn to ride. Horses first, and then men."
Helen led her to a sports outfitter, and soon she had a riding helmet, boots, two pairs of jodhpurs and several tight-fitting blouses.
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There were only two cars in the car park. One was my daughter's battered Land Rover, so I knew Helen was at the stables. I checked the stalls where she stabled Bigwig, her dressage horse and Shadow, the hunter. Shadow was missing, so I guessed she was out hacking.
Now, it was polo ponies. Why on Earth had I just agreed to buy one for my daughter, Helen? She was already expensive to maintain, but a polo habit would be even more costly. Hell, a cocaine habit would be cheaper. I checked my watch. I was almost an hour early. I headed to the upstairs bar to pass the time.
I heard giggling as I passed the dim side passage to the polo arena, hardly used in these summer months. Unable to resist, I wandered down the passage and peered through the glass into the arena. A slim Asian girl sat on the hay bales in one corner of the arena. Her shirt was open at the front, and she wasn't wearing a bra, so her massive boobs were exposed. God, it's Helen's friend Kim! No, it couldn't be, I told myself. Kim was painfully shy. I scrutinised the girl to be sure. She had the same long dark hair and dark, almost black eyes. I knew the girl was buxom, but she had worn loose, shapeless clothes every time I had seen her, so her shapely figure told me little. The gold loop earrings clinched it. It was Kim!
I couldn't drag my eyes away from the pretty, teenage Japanese girl and watched transfixed as a grey-haired, older man leaned over and sucked each of her nipples in turn. She had large areolae, and her wet nipples looked like bullets.
I realised the man was Ken Wilson, my daughter's childhood riding instructor, who was well into his fifties. I briefly wondered if he had also fucked Helen. I shook my head. It was none of my business who Helen fucked. She wasn't a virgin, and I knew she was experimenting.
I shouldn't watch, I told myself. The girl was the same age as my daughter, just turned eighteen. Fancying a girl less than half my age bordered on the perverted. My dick disagreed; it was fully erect. And what man doesn't crave young, firm flesh? Certainly not me. I gave in to temptation and made myself inconspicuous. I watched avidly, wishing it was me enjoying her fabulous teenage body.
The man unbuttoned Kim's tight-fitting jodhpurs and pulled down the zip. Kim lifted her bum off the hay bale to let Ken pull them down to her knees. The girl was wearing lacy, white knickers. They were visibly damp in the crotch and so tight the fabric formed a camel toe between her pussy lips. Ken gently stroked Kim's pussy through the panties.
Kim moaned when Ken's finger ran up and down her camel toe, pressing hard.
"Do you like that?" he asked.
Kim nodded. "Mmm... yes, it feels nice."
"Will you let me see your pussy?" Ken asked.
Kim blushed and just nodded.
Ken's hands pulled at the waistband of Kim's tight panties. Again, Kim lifted her hips, and the knickers joined her jodhpurs around her knees, exposing her wild, untamed bush.
Her pubes were glossy black, and beads of moisture glistened near her crack.
The slow seduction of this buxom but innocent girl turned me on. My hand was inside my boxers wanking my massive boner.
Kim gasped but didn't resist when Ken's hand reached out, and a finger pushed into her pubic hair and ran along her slit.
She moaned softly as his finger found her clitoris and massaged it. The girl thrust her hips upward, pressing herself onto the finger that probed her intimate parts.
"I need to take off your jodhpurs," Ken said as he massaged Kim's hairy, wet cunt.
The girl was gasping with pleasure. "Yes," she said.
Ken stepped back from the girl. When Kim obligingly lifted her leg, Ken pulled off the proffered boot. The other quickly followed. The grey-haired man pulled off the jodhpurs and Kim's white panties, leaving the girl prostrate on her back wearing just her unbuttoned blouse.
The girl was magnificent. Her beautiful face with dark, elfin eyes was flushed. Her slim body, with those mammoth perfect boobs - unusual for an Asian girl - was entirely on display. Her untamed black bush drove me wild. I was profoundly jealous and wanked my dick furiously as I watched.
Ken spread Kim's unresisting legs wide apart and knelt between them. She lifted her head and propped herself up with her hands, watching as Ken ministered to her unkempt grotto. Soon, Kim lay back and squirmed beneath his tongue, emitting soft squeals of pleasure.
The girl locked her legs around Ken's shoulders. She was writhing energetically, lifting her hips, and moaning with evident and noisy ecstasy. I was envious, wishing I was tasting her love juices. Kim bucked and screamed as Ken's tongue took her over the edge.
I watched as the man shushed her and stroked her flanks, just like she was a nervous pony, until her climax subsided.
Kim sighed, sounding deeply satisfied.
"Did you enjoy that?" Ken asked the buxom girl, who had flopped back onto the soft hay.
Kim took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Finally, she spoke. "Yes," she said. "I never knew you could feel like that."
Ken laughed. "It gets better, I promise," he said. "But first, I need to teach you something that will have all men in thrall to you if you get it right."
