"Does riding a horse feel good for you, Lola?"

My pal's daughter, Lola Ramirez, is currently kneeling on all fours on the floor in a skimpy school uniform with her ass bucked high in the air. Meanwhile, I mount her from behind with my hands tugging on her twintails while I thrust into her rapidly.

Lola's father, on the other hand, is still playing poker in the room next to ours.

Lola Ramirez's dad, Darren Ramirez, was a poker friend of mine. We often played poker together and got along quite well.

Just a few days ago, Lola decided to call me "Uncle Kyle" because it sounded a little more familiar and affectionate than just "Mr. Preston".

Lola had only just turned 18, and she looked incredibly young for her age. She also had a curvaceous figure, a slim waist, and a voluptuous butt. She was pretty endowed in the chest area, too, making me want to squeeze them.

Every time I went over to Darren's for poker with some of our other poker buddies, he would have Lola come out to serve us beer and snacks.

She would then appear in a cute, skimpy schoolgirl cosplay uniform, with the skirt short enough to reveal half her butt and black lacy stockings on her legs, strutting and swaying around as she walked.

When she poured the beer for us, she would deliberately bend over and show us her well-endowed chest. And each time, we wouldn't be able to take our eyes off her and just stare unapologetically at them.

Every time this happened, Darren would light up a cigarette between his fingers and narrow his eyes at us. Then, he would reach out, throw a card onto the table, and yell, "Alright, I won this round again. Ship it!"

We knew Darren was cheating, yet we still handed over our chips. After all, he had "sacrificed" his daughter for us to feast our eyes on every time.

Moreover, there were always winners and losers in poker, and we weren't losing out on much in the long run.

After finishing the last game that day, I suddenly remembered that I had work to do at the horse stables. So, I got up and put my wallet away.

"You guys can go ahead and play. I'm going to work."

I didn't expect Lola to come after me.

"Uncle Kyle? Are you going to the stables again? Can you bring me along too? I wanna learn how to ride a horse!"

Darren lit his cigarette and said, "Your 'Uncle Kyle' is going to work. Are you just trying to create trouble for him or something?"

I remembered it was breeding season, and my task that day was to help the mares. I smiled faintly and said, "It's fine, Darren. Lola can come along if she wants.

"Come on, Lola. Let me take you to the stables for some fun."

And so, Lola happily followed me all the way to the stables.

After reaching the stables, I brought over a handsome young stallion and began encouraging it to mount the mares, letting its front hooves rest on their backs.

Lola stood to the side, watching with wide, surprised eyes.

Then, the stallion began to thrust, pumping rhythmically into the mare over and over.

Lola asked curiously, "What are the horses doing, Uncle Kyle?"

I explained, "That's literally horse riding. The mare is being ridden by the stallion."

Lola nodded thoughtfully and said, "The mare sure looks like she's enjoying it a lot."

Soon, the breeding session was over. I then led the horses back to their stables.

I turned to look at Lola and saw her reaching under her dress to scratch an itch there.

It seemed as though the horses riding each other had somehow triggered a physical reaction within her.

"Do you want to ride a horse, Lola? I can help you with that."

"Yes! I'd love that, Uncle Kyle!" she exclaimed, hugging me in excitement.

Her voluptuous chest pressed hard against me, soft and tender, instantly arousing me. I brought a stallion over and said to her, "Get on. I'll teach you from the back."

Lola then pounced on the horse as she tried to lift her leg over its saddle, revealing a large expanse of her underwear to me. I could clearly see that she was wearing white panties under her dress that day.

She tried a few times to get up before finally turning and asking me in a coquettish tone, "Uncle Kyle, can you please help me up? I can't get up by myself."

"Alright. Put one foot on the stirrup first."

Then, I supported Lola's bottom from below as she clambered up. The squishy mounds in my hands felt very soft and comfortable.

I pushed her up onto the horse and then did a quick leap to get up on the horse and sit behind her.

I then wrapped my arms around her waist and said, "Alright, now sit tight. I'm going to teach you how to ride."

"Yay!"

The stallion began galloping around the riding arena, and the violent jolting and jostling kept making our bodies bump against each other repeatedly.

My junior kept pounding against the back of Lola's butt, and the constant intense stimulation gradually made me hard and aroused.

Lola's face flushed instantly as she asked in a coquettish voice, "Uncle Kyle, what's poking me from the back?"

That little minx had to know what it was, yet she still deliberately asked me anyway. I scratched my head awkwardly and fibbed, "Oh, they're the keys in my pocket. It's not making you too uncomfortable, is it?"

Lola shook her head. "It's fine."

However, the stallion suddenly leapt into the air, lifting Lola from the saddle. When she came back down, she landed right against me, pressing into the heat between us.

I felt it instantly—a tight, enveloping pressure that sent a jolt through me as she settled back into place.

Just as I cracked my head for an explanation for this, Lola suddenly leaned back against me and began rubbing herself against my crotch, making my blood boil.

I was on the verge of completely losing it.

Could it be that Lola was also enjoying this sensation?

Before I could think any further, Lola suddenly lost her balance due to the intense friction and almost fell off the horse. Fortunately, I reacted quickly enough and caught her at once, firmly grabbing both her mounds on the front of her chest.

Was this what an 18-year-old's body felt like? It was so bouncy and squishy that I just didn't want to let go.

Lola came back to her senses just then and moved my hands away. She said shyly, "You're so naughty, Uncle Kyle."

Her words seemed to awaken something in me and aroused me even more. Lola hadn't been mad at my actions—in fact, it looked like she enjoyed them very much.

I had been coveting her body for the longest time ever. And now, from the looks of it, it seemed like there was still a chance for me to devour her.

After riding at the stables all day, it was beginning to get dark, and Lola said she had to go home soon or Darren would get mad at her.

So, I reluctantly sent her back home.

That night, lying in bed, I realized my thoughts were filled with Lola. The events of the day kept replaying in my mind, and no matter how I tried, I couldn't push them away.

I just couldn't control myself.

The next day, I went over to Darren's for another poker game. However, I couldn't concentrate on my cards and kept glancing and staring at Lola instead, who was watching us from the side.

When Darren noticed it, he tapped on the table before me and said, "It's your turn, Kyle. Are you going to play properly or not?"

I instantly snapped back to my senses and drew my attention back to my cards again. "Sorry, I was doing some mental calculations in my head earlier. I wasn't paying attention."

When Lola saw that I was completely distracted by her, she grinned slightly and beckoned at me with her fingers before going into her room.

Was she giving me a sign to follow her?

Just then, another one of our friends, Freddie Becker, suddenly appeared. When he saw that we were already halfway through a game, he turned to leave.

I immediately stopped him from leaving and said, "Here, Freddie! You can take my place."

Darren looked at me and asked, "You're not playing anymore?"

"I'm not feeling that well today. You guys can go ahead."

Thus, Freddie took my place at the table. Then, I gave them the slip and hurried into Lola's room.

As soon as I entered her room, I saw her sitting on her bed with one leg crossed over the other. She was wearing lacy stockings again, which made her legs and pink feet look exceptionally alluring.

She grinned at me and patted the space next to her, gesturing for me to sit. When I did as I was told, she said, "Uncle Kyle, the way you poked me in the back yesterday with your manhood felt so good. May I have a closer look at it?"

I never thought that Lola would actually ask me such a thing. I unzipped my pants and placed her hand inside.

"Feel free to touch and see however much you want," I said.

Lola grinned as she stroked and touched me all over. I found myself instantly getting hard when I felt her little hands wandering around in my crotch.

My junior was so hard that it began to hurt.

Lola gasped in shock. "Uncle Kyle! Yours is really so big! It's just as big as that stallion's yesterday!"

I reached out and caressed her thigh. It was smooth and soft as she had her stockings on.

After stroking me for a while, she suddenly lowered her head until she was directly facing my crotch.

"May I have a taste, Uncle Kyle?"

I was thrilled by how proactive she was, so I pressed her head down and guided her there.

She opened her mouth and took me in.

My crotch immediately felt like it was on fire. The fire spread rapidly down my legs and all over my body.

I couldn't deny that Lola was very skillful at this. She knew just the right amount of pressure to use as she licked, sucked, and even swallowed on my length.

I tensed up all over as I fought back the lustful desire in my body. After all, Darren was still playing poker outside the door, and it would be disastrous if he learned about this.

A while later, Lola pulled away with a pop and looked up at me with dazed eyes.

"Uncle Kyle, it hurts down there for me… It's so itchy… I want to be ridden like that mare yesterday…"

My internal organs felt like they were about to explode. Meanwhile, Kyle Junior was also painfully engorged and throbbing as it stood up straight in attention.

"Take off your underwear and get on all fours there like a horse," I said.

Lola smiled at me and reached under her dress, gently tugging off her underwear before kneeling on the ground with her butt in the air, raised toward my face.

A patch of soft, baby skin peeked out from beneath her dress, adding even more to her allure.

I then buried my face in her groin and stuck out my tongue.

Lola couldn't hold in her moans and let out a soft whimper. Then, she begged, "I can't hold it in anymore, Uncle Kyle! Please, just fill me up."

I couldn't possibly refuse such a direct request. So, I got down on my knees behind her, grabbed her by her two side ponytails, and forcefully thrust my hips forward.