Beauty pawed the soft earth and gently nudged his muzzle between Priscilla's outstretched legs. He tossed his head in the air again, his golden blond mane swishing. The contact against her cunt was electrifying. Priscilla sat up. "Beauty, what did you do to me?"
Repeating the erotic action, Beauty nestled his snout between her legs again. This time, he didn't take his snout away.
Shaken, Priscilla scrambled away from his nuzzling head. "Oooo, you're worse than the boys I know," she giggled, watching the pony's head bob. She stood, her face flushed red. Her eyes quickly scanned the wooded area. Her face brightened. The place was secluded, affording her the privacy her desires needed.
"Maybe you want to see my titties like the boys at home do?" she giggled impishly. She fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Dizzy with lust, she felt light-headed. Exposing herself to an animal was thrilling, had her creaming. "Now, don't tell your friends," she said to the pony jokingly.
Tremulous sighs escaped her mouth. She draped her blouse over a low branch. Her bra quickly followed.
Bare from the waist up, she jutted out her small budding tits. The plump mounds jiggled with each ragged breath she took. The nipples stood erect, hard with excitement. The warm summer breeze caressed her, and the creamy flesh became dotted with goose bumps.
She staggered over to the pony. "Look at my titties, Beauty. See how big they're getting?" She squeezed them together, making them appear larger, more plump.
Beauty raised his head to look at her. His rubbery lips quivered with a snorting sound. He shook his head as he stepped forward. His wet slobbering lips touched the sizzling flesh of Priscilla's small titties.
She reeled, her head spinning. "Oh, God, your lips are so soft and wet." Her legs were shaking. She stroked his head and rubbed her tits into his drooling mouth. "Beauty," she sighed shakily, watching the pony slobber his warm drool over her tittie meat. Her nipples were ripe and hard. Her face lit up. "Maybe this is what Tammy meant."
CHAPTER TWO
She stepped back, glanced down at her tits. They were soaked with pony spit and flushed pink from his nuzzling. Her plump tits felt swollen and heavy.
"Do you lick Tammy's tits, Beauty?" she asked him.
At hearing his name, Beauty waved his head in the air as if to answer. He brought his slobbering lips back to the creamy flesh of tittie meat. She tasted sweet, just like Tammy. His rubbery lips gnawed gently.
"Ah… ahhh… ahhh! Don't bite me," she gasped heatedly. Warm cunt juice saturated the crotch of her bikini panties as she stood in front of the pony. Her knees trembled.
Head in the clouds, she backed away from the hungry pony. Her passion had made her bold, reckless. With a carefree air, she took off her panties and jeans. She stood totally naked.
She staggered back to the pony, wrapped her arms around his thick neck and hugged him. Then passion took over.
"Un, un, un!" Moaning deliriously, she rubbed and squeezed her tits against his golden coat. Her tits scraped back and forth against the prickling hair. Needle-sharp hairs tortured her delicate skin.
Drunk with passionate lust, Priscilla slipped a bare foot into the stirrup and hefted herself up into the saddle. Naked and horny, she sat quaking astride the pony's back.
"Oooo, Beauty!" she gasped, swaying in the saddle. "Ohhhh, shit." Hot buttery pussy cream oozed from her virgin cunt and soaked the smooth leather saddle. "Oooo, God!"
The golden pony pawed the earth. His tail, thick and long, swished back and forth. Soft neighs came from his mouth. His animal instincts picked up the child's passion.
Priscilla rocked on the pony's back. Her overheated pussy pulsed. Warm juicy cunt cream flooded the virgin channel of her hole. She felt light-headed, dizzy.
Beauty tossed his head in the air. His golden mane swished over his thick-muscled neck. He whinnied, snorted, his rubbery lips quivering. The air around them reeked with sex.
Priscilla grabbed the saddle horn, held it tight. "Unnn!" Brown eyes turned glassy. "Ooo, Beauty!" She slid her pussy back and forth in the saddle, greasing the sleek leather with hot sticky cream. "Ooooo!"
Her small firm tits jiggled. Her nipples, swollen with blood and rosy pink, throbbed. She squirmed in the saddle. It was getting harder and harder to keep her balance. "Ohhh, shit! Beauty! Don't move!"
The pony, agitated by the child's squeals and her passion, began to step back and forth. His head snapped around, his wet sticky lips brushing against the smooth flesh of Priscilla's knees. His balls, heavy with thick pony jizz, swayed between his powerful hind legs. He snorted.
"Ahhhh!" She shook, released the saddle horn, and leaned forward. Gripping the pony around his neck, she rubbed her swollen clit into the hardness of the horn. Lights flashed behind her fluttering eyes. "Don't move! Don't move!"
Beauty obeyed. He calmed down, stopped pawing the earth. His balls rumbled and the tip of his huge cock peeked from the sheath. He bucked with one quick snap of his head.
"Aghhhh!" Priscilla screamed, almost falling off the pony's back. She held him tighter. Her hips moved from side to side. Her ass cheeks jerked back and forth. Warm cream continued to flow from her virgin hole.
"Oooo," she sighed, floating on a cloud of passion. "No wonder Tammy misses the farm." She was overwhelmed with passion. "I never would have left." She squeezed Beauty's neck.
Her cunt squished on the saddle. The sounds reached her ears. She leaned forward as far as possible.
"Does Tammy do this?" A lewd giggle escaped her mouth. She sat up again in the saddle, tall, her back straight, her tits jutting out proudly.
Panting, she brought her trembling body momentarily under control. She stared glassy-eyed across the stream. Being naked out in the open and sitting on a pony overwhelmed the child. It was unbelievable, but true. It blew her young mind.
Using her hands, she caressed her own sizzling tittie meat. Tender strokes, light touches. Her hands became more urgent, more demanding. Kneading fingers dug into the pulpy flesh.
Everything started to spin. She fell forward again and grabbed hold of Beauty's thick golden mane. "I'm gonna ride you. Cream your saddle."
The pony snorted as if he understood the child's delirium. His tail slapped over his rump, and he shook his head.
Priscilla moaned. "Ooooh, shit!" Holding his mane in her tight grasp, the horny teenager slammed her clit into the saddle horn. Lights exploded behind her glazed brown eyes. She blinked rapidly, an orgasm building deep in her virgin cunt. "Oooo, pony boy. I'm gonna cum. Holy Christ!"
The realization of what she had said hit her like a ton of bricks. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. Her hips moved faster.
Pussy juice flowed faster. Her cunt muscles, untested and inexperienced, pulsed against her empty canal. Oozing fuck cream greased her untouched hole.
With her thighs fused to the beast's sides, her cunt flush against the smooth leather saddle, and her clit banging into the hard horn, Priscilla's virgin pussy exploded like never before. "I'm cumming!" she squealed, her shrill excited voice filtering through the trees. "I'm cumming!"
Beauty sensed the child's passion. He whinnied, swished his head back and forth. His agitated noises blended with the child's squeals of joy. His tail flashed over his rump, and he began to paw the earth again.
This time Priscilla was too involved with her orgasm to know or to care. She bucked on his back, clung to his mane. Her tits bounced. Her brown hair swished over her bare back as her head snapped from side to side. Brown eyes stared up, through the trees. Everything was spinning.
"Ahhh! I'm creaming! Creaming!" She rode the frenzied pony as if he were a bucking horse at the rodeo, with hard jerking forward thrusts. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"