Priscilla's elbows buckled. She crashed back into the hay. She uttered a shrill scream, a gasp of delight as she twisted onto her back. "Oooo! Eat me! Eat my pussy!"
The words were out before she realized their meaning. She lifted her head, saw the pony between her legs.
Beauty jammed his hard snout into the child's pussy. His tongue dined between the puffy folds of her virgin cunt. Warm buttery fuck cream greeted him. He slopped it up, treating the cunt juice as a delicacy.
Priscilla went wild. She humped, slammed her cunt into his rubbery lips. Her hands raked her sweaty, hay-strewn flesh. Her nipples felt as if they would burst. "Eat me, sucker! Oooo, eat my pussy!"
Hay jabbed her ass cheeks, and between her crack. It added to her pleasure. Legs spread wide, she slashed her pussy against the gobbling mouth of the golden pony.
Beauty's thick tongue forced the puffy folds of her virgin pussy apart. He met the barrier of her cherry. Snorting, his lips found another pleasure – her clit.
With her clit caught between the pony's slobbering lips, Priscilla went crazy. She clamped her thighs together, capturing the pony's head. With him a prisoner, she mangled her pussy against his hard teeth. "Yesss, Beauty! Chew me! Oooo!"
Beauty chewed voraciously. His lips held her clit. He jerked his head. The friction on Priscilla's sex button was devastating. Hot fuck-cream and loud screams made him horny, frenzied. His long cock throbbed, completely exposed now in anticipation. Tammy his mistress had always taken care of him.
Delirious, Priscilla became swept up in her first truly fantastic orgasm. Her own fingers, the ride earlier in the saddle, were nothing compared to the next few minutes. She soared.
"I'm cumming!" It overwhelmed her. "I'm cumming!" Her pleasure filled the barn.
The high-pitched shrills made the pony's ears flick, made his muscles ripple under the sleek golden coat. He chomped on her clit, gushing pussy cum drenching him. Snorts kept his nostrils clear. His prick throbbed. His balls, heavy with jizz, ached. He shook his head, Priscilla's slim teenage body holding tight, going with his every frantic move.
She rode his muzzle as if it were a saddle. Twisting, she ground her clit into his teeth. Her brown eyes rolled, stared blankly at the spinning ceiling. Her hands clawed tender tittie meat. "I'm cumming! Ohhh, Beauty!"
Priscilla's face was contorted in lust. Spittle dribbled from the corners of her gasping mouth. She fixed a dazed stare on the animal between her thighs.
Beauty, used to the noise, used to the hacking against his lips and teeth, continued to chomp and delight the howling child with his nibbling lips and slapping tongue. His golden mane slashed over her viselike thighs, caressing her sensitive flesh. He wedged tight against her pussy, cum still gushing over him.
Wildly and with no concern about herself or her pussy, Priscilla whacked her cunt into the animal's muzzle. Her clit pulsed. Hot cum flooded her empty pussy hole. Muscles, deprived of cockmeat, beat jealously against the tight narrow canal of her virgin cunt.
THE END was in sight. She hammered her body mercilessly at the beast. The animal accepted it. One climax after another bombarded her young virgin body. "Oh! Beauty! I can't… stop!" Shrill gasps and lunging thrusts followed.
She surrendered to the tremendous power of her fabulous orgasms. Head reeling under the intensity of her orgasms, she grayed out. Drifting in and out of consciousness as the animal devoured her cunt, Priscilla squirmed, blinking herself out of the gray fuzzy world she kept floating into.
Under the impact of Priscilla's climax, Beauty lifted his head, lips still fused to her pussy. He took the crazed child with him. He twisted his thick-muscled neck. Priscilla went for the ride. Cum flooded his nose, his mouth. He tossed his head again.
Weak, Priscilla lost her grip. She flipped, rolled over. "Ayyieee!" She rolled to a stop.
Each muscle in her body collapsed at the same moment. She lay gasping for air, a naked rag doll covered with hay. She tried focusing, found Beauty with her glassy eyes. "Oooo," she moaned in a daze.
She saw his cock and gasped. Blinking, she didn't believe her own eyes. She fainted for a moment.
Opening her eyes, she crawled over and grabbed her clothes. She glanced at the pony as she strained each muscle in an attempt to get dressed.
Beauty, frustrated and horny, was in his stall pawing the earth in frenzied agitation. He lifted his head and gave a loud angry whinny, his golden mane flying.
Priscilla gasped, staggered to the barn door. Hay scraped under her clothes against her flesh. She stared back at Beauty. She was a little frightened. Innocence kept her from understanding the animal's problem.
She threw open the door and stepped out into the bright afternoon sunshine. She turned around, looked in the barn. It was like coming out of a dream.
She stumbled to the farmhouse. "Jesus, I gotta get clean before they come home." She giggled weakly and went inside.
CHAPTER FOUR
Later that night, Priscilla sat curled up in a chair. Her eyes were trained on the television, but her ears were tuned to Ben. He was talking to his daughter, Tammy, on the phone.
Priscilla couldn't wait until it was her turn to talk with Tammy. She fidgeted impatiently in the living room chair, unable to concentrate on the TV show.
"I'm through," Ben said to Priscilla. "You can talk to her now."
Priscilla leaped out of the chair. "Can I take it upstairs in the bedroom?" She wanted privacy. The things she was planning to say, she didn't want Tammy's parents to hear.
"Sure," laughed Ben, "why not?"
"Thanks, Mr. Hudson." Priscilla scampered upstairs to the bedroom. Panting, she grabbed the extension. "You can hang up now, Mr. Hudson. I got it," she said to Ben over the phone.
Ben chuckled to himself, then hung up. He turned to his wife. "I'll bet they spend the rest of the night talking on the phone."
Ellen smiled. "Yeah, about boys."
Ben shook his head. "I'm glad Priscilla's father is paying for this phone call," he said with obvious relief.
When Priscilla heard the click, she heaved a sigh. "Are my parents around, Tammy?"
"No, they went out. Your mother said to call in the morning."
"Good. We can talk. I'm up in your room. Where are you?"
Tammy yawned. Boredom and frustrated passion were gnawing at her mind and body. "I'm up in your bed… naked."
"Whew," Priscilla whooshed. With what she wanted to tell Tammy, being naked sounded exciting. "Hold on a minute… I'm going to take off my clothes, too."
Tammy's mood instantly brightened. She waited for Priscilla to return to the line, gently stroking her silky blonde pussy hair. A dreamy smile played at her mouth. She wondered if Priscilla had discovered any of Beauty's unique talents.
"I'm back," Priscilla panted, her excitement growing. She lay on her back, her legs spread, her fingers gently moved up and down her lithe naked body. "I'm naked too, Tammy."
Tammy slipped her fingers into her moist cunt. No cherry skin barred her way. Beauty had taken care of that months ago. "Have you been riding Beauty?" Tammy asked wistfully, thinking of how much she missed him.
Priscilla gave a dirty giggle. "I've been doing more than that."
"Tell me about it," Tammy said. Her mood brightened even more.
Priscilla's voice lowered to a conspiratorial tone. "This morning down by the stream I rode him naked and creamed all over the saddle."
"Is that all?" Tammy said with disappointment. She brought her fingers out of her cunt. Casually, she snatched up the warm fuck juices with her tongue.
"While your parents were in town this afternoon I was in the barn with Beauty…" She let the sentence hang, hoping to change Tammy's apparent disinterest.