"I hope you did more than just sit naked in the saddle?" Doing that was old hat to the little farm girl. Tammy had done those things when she was a kid.
"I did a lot more than that," Priscilla bragged. "Beauty licked my tits and my pussy, and I came all over his mouth." The young virgin shuddered from the memory.
Tammy's interest had been piqued only slightly. "Did you see Beauty's cock?" she asked, wishing his prick were between her legs at this very moment.
The image of Beauty's cock flashed through Priscilla's mind. "Yes," she gasped, "it was so big! I feel like I dreamt it."
"Did you play with it?" Tammy's pussy was drooling a gooey cream. The phone nestled against her neck, her hands were free to caress her plump tits as she spoke.
"Oh no!" Priscilla exclaimed.
"Oh shit," Tammy spat, "my poor pony!"
The innocence in Priscilla's voice showed through. "What do you mean?"
"Never mind," Tammy replied. Depressed, Tammy didn't want to talk anymore. "I gotta hang up, Priscilla. Don't forget to call your parents tomorrow." Without waiting for a reply, Tammy hung up, leaving a bewildered Priscilla holding a dead phone.
"Damn, damn, damn," Tammy muttered angrily. She squirmed naked on the bed. Her hands roamed her sizzling hot flesh. "Why did I ever agree to come to the city!" Three fingers gouged into her wet steamy pussy. "Unnnn… I wish my fingers were your cock, Beauty," she squealed. "Shit, I want your nice hard pony-cock."
Tammy stroked her pussy. Warm cunt juice flowed over her caressing fingers. Her ripe teenage hips rotated. Her softly curved ass cheeks rubbed against the sheet.
"Shit," she gasped. One hand mauled a plump tit. The swollen nipple burned against her palm. "I need your cock, Beauty."
Blue eyes turned glassy. She flicked her tongue out over her lips. She hummed, pretending Beauty's cock was caressing her lips.
She opened her mouth, imagined his hard pony-prick entering her throat. Sticky cream gushed from her cunt.
The muscles in her pussy responded to her wandering mind. Spongy walls, oozing cream, beat a steady tattoo against the empty channel of her hot pussy. "Oooo, let me cum," she whimpered. "I gotta cum!"
Tammy twisted, frustrated, desperate. It had been ages since the horny child had had to resort to her fingers. Beauty, his fantastic lips and even more fantastic cock, had served her needs completely. Now, she was alone.
The beautiful child, her blonde hair strewn about the pillow and her flushed face, twisted in agony. "Oooo, Beauty. Your cock! Nice hard cock!"
The teenager was delirious. She fucked three fingers into her pulsing pussy. Hot cushiony muscles grabbed hungrily at her fucking fingers.
Tammy released her jiggling tits. They were red from the rough treatment she had given them. She brought her hand down, then curled her fingers through the silky strands of her sparse blonde pussy hair.
With one hand she fucked her stiff fingers in and out of her bubbling cunt. With her other hand she manhandled the bloated clit poking out of its sheath. "Unnnn! Christ! I need… need you, Beauty!"
Hot gasping breaths escaped from her mouth. Pussy juice flowed. Her tits floundered. Her fingers worked frantically on her hole and clit.
Tammy closed her eyes tightly, recalling a perfect image of Beauty's gorgeous cock. Spasms attacked her cunt in a jealous rage and milked her fingers. She began to shake. Her orgasm was coming closer.
Her long legs, slim, curved sensuously, began to slap up and down on the bed. Her blue eyes gazed at the ceiling. In her excited state, a vision of Beauty's cock and balls was there to greet her. "Oooo! Beauty. Cum in my mouth… my pussy… all over me!"
The child was caught up in her whirlwind passion. Her frenzied fingers mangled her clit, gouged the spongy pulsing walls of her pussy.
"Cock! Cock! Cock!" she chanted, crazed with lust. "Oooo! I need my pussy filled."
Tammy thrashed and writhed on the bed. Her hot flesh tingled, became dotted with goose bumps. Her face contorted in bliss. Her tits flopped and her nipples swelled painfully, the tips hard.
Her gaze was glued to the vision of Beauty and his magnificent cock on the ceiling. A naked Priscilla became part of that image. Her head snapped from side to side. Her body was trembling.
The image of Priscilla was the catalyst. Tammy struggled to the peak. Her pussy exploded. "I'm… cumming! God, I'm cumming!"
Deep in her scalding cunt, tremors raced out of control. Her legs slammed up and down. Her hips gyrated frantically.
Blood surged through her veins, gorged her clit. Hot cum gushed from the pulsating walls of her cunt. It drenched her fingers, flowed out of her pussy hole, down the cheeks of her jiggling ass. She pinched her clit hard. "Ayyyieee!"
Tammy humped her fucking fingers. The image on the ceiling faded, became sharp, then faded again. She wriggled uncontrollably on the bed.
A jolt rocked her. "Ooo… shit!" Her body seemed to freeze in midair. She shook, then collapsed back on the bed.
"Shit! Shit!" she cursed, trembling in bitter frustration. She rolled over onto her belly and pounded the pillow. "I'm going home tomorrow," she vowed. "I can't stand it without Beauty."
With her decision made, her mood changed.
"Maybe I'll have a little fun with Priscilla, too," she said. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. At last, after what seemed like hours, sleep came.
CHAPTER FIVE
Priscilla stirred. The sound of a car and its blaring horn woke her. She scrambled out of bed and staggered to the window, forgetting for the moment about her nudity.
She peeked out through the curtains. "Daddy!" she cried, recognizing her father's car.
Dressed in a flash, she ran downstairs to greet him. Suddenly, she realized she didn't know why he was here.
"Your father's outside with Ben," Mrs. Hudson said as Priscilla came dashing into the kitchen.
Priscilla froze in her tracks, her eyes fixed on Tammy. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at my house?" Her heart sank. If Tammy was here she would have to leave. That was the last thing she wanted.
"I got homesick." Her blue eyes sparkled. She noticed the panic on Priscilla's face and knew why it was there. "Why don't you go out and say hello to your father. We'll talk later."
Priscilla felt choked. She nodded and went after her father on the back porch.
"Prissy!" Doug said, spotting his daughter emerging from the house.
Priscilla went into his arms. "Daddy! Daddy!"
After they hugged, Doug looked at his daughter at arm's length. "I can only stay a minute. Do you want to come home with me?" he asked.
Priscilla wriggled out of his grasp. Her brown eyes darted from her father's face to Ben's, then back to her father's. "Do I have to?" She searched her father's face for an answer.
"It's up to Ben," Doug said. "With his daughter home, he might not have enough room."
Pleading brown eyes turned to Ben. "Can I stay, Mr. Hudson? Can I?"
Ben gave the child a wide friendly grin. "Sure, Priscilla, we have plenty of room. You can either sleep with Tammy, or have your own room."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Hudson," Priscilla beamed happily. Holding her father's hand, she walked him to the car. She kissed his cheek once he was behind the wheel.
"You be good, Prissy," Doug reminded. "Call your mother this afternoon."
"I will, Daddy." Priscilla kissed him again, then stood watching him drive away.
Priscilla joined Tammy inside, and, after breakfast, they went up to Tammy's room.
The two teenagers were silent. Each looked at the other. Last night's conversation over the phone was uppermost in each of their minds. Having met only once before the exchange program, the two children were naturally shy towards each other. Talking over the phone was one thing, but in person…