Jo's Surprise

by uksnowy

Caution: This Pedo Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft, Mult, Pedophilia, Fiction, Farming, Zoophilia, Slut Wife, Incest, Uncle, Niece, Aunt, Bestiality, First, Small Breasts, .

Desc: Pedo Sex Story: I city girl visits her uncle's farm for her birthday surprise and learns in a totally practical way how animals breed.

Author’s note. This is very first bestial story, written many years ago, in fact the very first erotic story. Quite where it came from in the dark side of my mind I don’t know, but it was probably prompted by something I saw on the internet ... where else? I guess it’s a stroker if you are into bestiality

Jo was told to hurry by her father. Her fourteenth birthday surprise was waiting at Uncle Ed’s. When the chubby, plain, bespectacled little blonde girl and her parents arrived at the remote farm one sunny Saturday, she threw herself at the man-mountain which was her uncle. Ed scooped her up easily and she gripped her legs round her favourite uncle, as the families proceeded to the barn. His massive gnarled hand cupped Jo’s meaty buttocks and his crotch stirred as usual at the heat generated, wondering what male bastard would be the first to violate his loving niece. Much was the time she had spent with him and his wife Bet at their picturesque farm. He had watched discreetly, as his wife and Jo had skinny-dipped in the lake, her wonderful firm fleshed limbs exciting him, making him retreat to a shady spot and wank his load.

Each time, the pitiful size of his dick had made him think that although it could never pleasure Bet to her full extent, it could well pleasure little Jo but he always chastised himself for such lewd and taboo thoughts ... but it wouldn’t hurt her surely? But he always made sure Bet was well seen to and he mused on these happier and much safer thoughts as they entered the barn. With great ceremony, after Jo had taken the usual peep at the lambs and Ed’s stallion Skew, Harry, her father showed her the surprise. The cutest little chestnut pony thrilled Jo and she whooped and cried with happiness, rushing to her mum Kathy and dad Harry, then Bet and Ed, alternating with strokes and cuddles of the docile gelding she immediately named Blaze to suit the marking on it’s handsome head.

Jo’s parents announced they had to leave for a lunch appointment and kissed Jo goodbye. She would stay with her uncle and aunt until the following day, a quite normal occurrence. As she waved them off, Ed took her overnight bag into the house as Bet answered the many questions the young girl threw at her about Blaze. Inside the old farmhouse, Ed climbed heavily up the stairs to the guest bedroom, prepared for Jo. An intriguing bit of lace stuck out of her bag as Ed tossed it onto the bed. Guiltily, he opened it and peered inside. The lace was a tiny fringe to a little pair of panties, obviously brand new, the labels were still attached. The soft white material tempted his rough hands and he picked up the delicate garment and ran it over his face. It was something he often did with Bet’s knickers too, but more often they would be her soiled ones in the wash basket.

However, these fresh, stain free panties thrilled his senses as he suddenly, although for the first time, guiltily wondered what Jo’s little fanny would feel like. Bet’s great snatch, with long labia flaps, all crusty with her frequent dampness and covered in a thick thatch of dense black hair, had kept him happy over thirty odd years, especially just after she had been riding. She would rush to find him, shamefully neglecting to clean down her mount, just so the massive flow of cunt juice created by the thrust of her groin down on the saddle would excite her and Ed to great sexual athletics. Now Ed, in the quiet solitude of the pretty back bedroom, thought about those pleasures as he lightly licked at the clean towelled gusset of his niece’s undies. Why had he got these dreams of a young body and the curiosity about illegal sex, he didn’t know, but he liked them.

In the barn, Bet was explaining all the bits of tack to Jo who pondered on the mass of leather, buckles, bits and snaffles, seeing how bright and clean they all looked and breathing in the heady odours of straw, leather soap, polish and horse flesh. She had often ridden up with Ed and Bet, in front of them on the saddle, when she was little, but she had never really expressed any desire for a pony until over the last year, prompted by Janine her best friend who had got one for her birthday. As for the tack and the ways and means of keeping, feeding, cleaning and maintaining animals, this had never entered her head, but Bet now deemed it necessary to introduce her to the fundamentals.

Ed joined them again, hopeful his face didn’t display his naughty pleasures. Jo pushed her gold rimmed glasses up her pert nose and pointed to a complicated piece of harness, questioning its purpose and it was suddenly Bet’s turn to take on an embarrassed smile and stutter that it was only used occasionally and Jo would never need it anyway. Bet glanced with a smile at Ed as she spoke, he grinned back at her and fondled the various straps making up the object in question. “It’s a special harness I designed and had made, to help Auntie Bet with one of her riding habits,” he told Jo. “Oh Ed must you?” Bet reproached him. “Jo wants to learn about grooming Blaze don’t you dear?” Jo nodded eagerly and Bet went to the tack room to get materials. Ed sauntered over to Skew’s stall and patted him as Jo followed him. The huge animal tossed its head and clattered the floor with his big hooves. Ed noticed something and glanced down at Jo, who had noticed the same thing and was peering under Skew’s belly too. About 6 inches of his cock hung out, wobbling as the great stallion moved restlessly. The pink and black colouring of the stallion’s penis naturally attracted attention and the two watched as Skew set his hind legs apart and seconds later a gusher of hot steaming horse piss flooded the stall and drained into the gully.

Jo squeaked with surprise at the start hoping Skew wouldn’t splash them. Ed chuckled. The urination took ages and she smiled up at her uncle as he let his hand stray round her shoulders, pulling her gently to him as if to be safe from Skew’s toilet. She had accepted the natural function and his comfort before, as she sidled compliantly closer to Ed’s thick thigh. Ed grinned “Its only pee after all, everything has to do it sometime,” he told her. “It’s odd that humans always locked themselves away when they peed, animals didn’t bother,” said Jo sensibly. “I don’t mind if anyone pees in front of me, or the other way around. Privacy is not always that available and convenient,” added Ed. Jo nodded a sort of agreement as Bet bustled back into the barn and got Blaze out. Ed fiddled with some hay sacks.

Brushing, combing and cleaning hooves was all explained, in great detail to a very interested Jo, who watched and practised on Blaze. She noticed one bucket of water that hadn’t been touched yet until Bet announced that the last thing to do for your horse, especially boy horses, was to clean their sheath. Jo looked on quizically as Bet pulled on a pair of thin lubricated rubber gloves. She bent under Blaze and fondled the bundle of floppy black horse flesh, concealing his penis. Bet inserted her hand inside the folds and slowly dragged Blaze’s sticky black cock out. Jo gasped in astonishment. Obligingly he let it dangle as Bet reached for the bucket and gently sponged the 18 inches clean. “Bet always makes sure she does this for all her boys,” said Ed joining them. “What boys?” asked Jo. “The boy horses and the boy dogs, any other boys on the farm, you know?” he suggested. The city girl frowned and then smiled, getting the gist of his words. “Oh I see.” Bet giggled as Jo peered intently, noticing the considerable amount of gungy stuff that came off her pony’s dick. Bet explained that the lump on the end was called the rose. “It doesn’t look much like one Auntie Bet,” said Jo seriously, then she suddenly asked them. “Do you clean Uncle Ed’s rose as well? I mean he is a boy so to speak.” The two adults gasped, glanced at each other, then burst into laughter, but not answering. The chore was hurried through with not an embarrassed silence but a tense one, but with no further awkwardness.

“I think I’d better go shopping,” announced Bet finally, sorting the tack cleaning stuff and packing it away as Ed and Jo helped. Aunty Bet left. They stayed in the barn with Blaze, who was spotless. Jo stroked her horse proudly. “Damn! She could have got you some new proper jodhpurs,” Ed grumbled as Bet drove away in the Land Rover. “Has Auntie Bet got any old ones for the time being?” suggested Jo. Ed’s mind went into overdrive. They were alone, for hours, was there an opportunity to see some of Jo’s little body?

Hurriedly he bustled Jo across the yard and indoors, then upstairs to rummage through an old clothes cupboard. The sight of her young backside as she bent over the lower drawers turned him on and he knelt down low to the floor, saying he thought he had dropped some buttons and looked up her skirt. He couldn’t see to the top but her thick thighs looked peachy as they curved up to her buttocks. He wondered if he could just have a little look and feel ... Why did he keep getting these urges?

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