Chapter 1

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.