"Gonna get you to come, Brownie. I wanna see if you have as much cum in your balls as Laddie."
Brownie took a step forward, then back again. His cock had stabbed at Christine's lips.
"Easy, boy," she soothed, her hands still gripping his large cock.
Her grip on his cock was exciting to the pony. He pawed the ground and dug his hoofs into the solid earth. A loud piercing whinny came out of his mouth, his lips rumbling noisily, his nose flaring.
"Easy, Brownie. I'll have you feeling better then you have in your entire life!" She had his cock hard and throbbing in her small hands. Delirious, half out of her head, she humped her ass off the makeshift bed, squirming around, trying to get his huge cock into her pussy. It was an impossible task. She was too crazed, and Brownie was too jerky.
She moaned, frantically trying to shove the thick pony cockmeat into her pussy. His hard cock in both hands, her feet wide apart, she humped, twisting in the hay. "Ohhhh, Brownie, help me!"
Dazed with consuming passion, she jerked on the pony's throbbing prick, and her pussy banged into his cock tip. She went into convulsions, banging her clit into the steely end of his extended cock. Tender mushy pussy collided with stiff cockmeat.
Relentlessly, Christine humped. Spasms soared through her pussy with each smacking contact of the pony cock. She creamed on it. Pussy juice gushed from her fuck hole and bathed Brownie's cockhead in it warm ooze. She writhered in the midst of her blinding passion, grasping his cock, slamming her wet pussy and hard, blood-engorged clit into it.
Brownie, his cock thumping in agony, exploded. A river of gooey cum ruptured from his pony cock. Her jerked; his frenzied whinnies and stamping hoofs shook the barn.
Christine squealed her joy, taking the gushing load of pony cum on her pussy. What didn't adhere to her cunt was splattered over the rest of her body. "Brownie, Christ! You're creaming!" She stopped trying to shove the slippery cock into her narrow pussyslit and concentrated on jerking the horny beast to a great orgasm. She scooted down close, where her hands were better able to maneuver and jerk the spurting thick slab of cockmeat back and forth. A deluge of white cum splashed her body; tits, belly; cunt hair; legs and arms.
Violent orgasms attacked the animal's balls. Her jerked, his cock spraying Christine with a horrendous blast.
Christine's hands, stained with pony-cum, whipped up and down. She couldn't belive the mount of jizz the pony was squirting. He wouldn't stop. She gripped his cock harder in a determined effort to give him the best orgasm ever.
The pony, in his delirium, dragged her forward. The teenager held on, afraid to let go, and was dragged backward, then forward again as Brownie's balls unleashed a huge load of jism that drenched her with cum.
Brownie wouldn't keep still; he stepped back, then forward. Her hands and fingers around his stiff cock jerked him diligently and strenuously.
Christine was rewarded with another river of splattering cum. It hit her in the face and in her open, startled mouth.
The pony, tense and jittery, jerked forward again, then back, kicking at the door to his stall. His prick sprayed another was of jizz into the child's face, and she released him.
Frantic and fearful for her life, Christine rolled away from the aroused pony. The fear of being trampled had roused her out of her dreamy world and brought her back to reality. She lay gasping in a hay pile, her body drenched in pony-cum.
Her eyelids rapidly blinking, she slowly oriented herself. It had all seemed like a dream. A wild wonderful dream of heavenly sensations. Glancing down at her body, she saw the cum coating her from head to toe. It delighted her.
Laddie came over and started to sniff.
The teenager smiled and relaxed in the hay, allowing her golden retriever to clean her aching body with his untiring tongue while the excited pony came down from his peak, his prick dripping cum.
Later, after a shower, she told it all in quiet whispers to Tracy as her father made dinner downstairs in the kitchen.
"Oh, shit, Christine," Tracy moaned, after the story had been told. "I wish I could come there."
"Why don't you? Daddy won't mind. Ask your mother."
Tracy talked with her mother, and Christine talked with her father. It was all arranged.
"I'll be there in two days," Tracy said.
"Great!"
Both girls hung up, excited beyond words.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Christine stood anxiously on the front porch, her blue eyes peering into the distance, searching for her father's truck. She was excited beyond belief; Tracy was on her way over to spend a whole two weeks with her. Since the phone call, the two days of waiting had dragged on, even with her sexual diversions.
Her face lit up. In the far distance, she saw a cloud of billowing dust, her father's truck emerging from the dispersing cloud. Her father was back from the bus station with Tracy!
Christine ran off the porch, her shimmering blonde hair wafted in the gentle breeze; her titties bouncing slightly under the loose-fitting shirt she wore. Jumping up and down in place, her gaze locked on the truck.
Craig Jordan pulled into the dirt driveway and cut the motor, smiling at his overanxious daughter. "Well, this is the place, Tracy. Chissy couldn't wait until you were here. She…"
Before he finished, Christine had the door open and was pulling Tracy by the arm. "C'mon, Tracy. I got lots to show you."
Tracy gave Mr. Jordan a helpless look and climbed out of the truck with the help of her exuberant friend. As the two young girls threw themselves into each other's arms, laughing and dancing around, Craig took Tracy's luggage into the house, shaking his head at the two jumping and screaming girls. When he returned minutes later, his daughter and her friend had calmed down somewhat. He gave them both a smile.
"I took your luggage in, Tracy. I hope you'll be comfortable in Chrissy's room. We brought down another bed from the attic."
Tracy blushed and shyly thanked him. Christine giggled.
"I'll be in town for the afternoon," Craig continued. "When I get back, I'll expect you two to ready for a real treat. I'm taking you both out to dinner to celebrate tonight." He winked at the blushing Tracy. "You can adjust to my cooking tomorrow." He climbed in behind the wheel.
Christine rushed over to him and stretched her arms through the open window, hugging her father around the neck. "Ohhh, thank you, Daddy, for letting Tracy visit." She stuck her head inside and showered him with kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"All right," laughed Craig. "I'm just glad Tracy was able to come up. I know how lonely it can be here, especially when I'm always in town, working."
"Ohhh, Daddy." She thought of Laddie and her pony. "I'm not lonely. I have everything I want here. You and nature." She said.
"I wish your mother would say that," he said.
"She will," Christine bubbled. "I talk to her about it all the time."
"You're a good girl, baby." He kissed her flushed cheek. "Now climb out of here, so I could get my work done and get back in time to take you two beautiful ladies to dinner."
"Thanks again, Daddy." She kissed him one final time and wiggled out of the window.
The two girls stood side by side, waving, until Christine's father and the truck were out of sight, leaving a trail of dust behind.
Christine turned to her friend. "We are going to have a ball!"
"I know! I know! It was all I could think about on the bus. I must have creamed a hundred times." She looked around. "Where's Laddie?"
"You'll meet him." Christine grabbed her arm. "Let's go." They ran inside the house.
"Laddie! Laddie!" Christine called as they entered the high-ceilinged living room. The dog was at the top of the stairs, waiting for Christine. "C'mon down, boy, and meet Tracy."