Buck whinnied and sidestepped, his cock starting to retract. Bonny watched the naked meat of his cockhead slide back into its leathery sheath, sorry to see it go.
How long would it take for a potent pony's balls to fill up with another delicious load? she wondered. Even with a bellyful of the stuff, Bonny was hungry for more, and looking forward to the next time she milked the pony off into her greedy mouth. And now her pussy was smoldering again, aroused by the cocksucking and cum-swallowing she had done. Her cunt seemed envious of her mouth.
She squirmed sensuously, hoping that Buck would notice how hot and creamy her pussy was, wanting him to slap his big wet tongue into her crotch until she creamed. Reaching down over her belly, she spread her cuntlips wide open, releasing the succulent aroma. But Buck, with his balls drained and his prick soft, paid no attention. The pony was placidly munching some grass. He had turned sideways on to Bonny and she gazed at his cock in profile. The fat prick was drooping but even limp it was a thrilling and impressive sight.
Bonny wondered if that massive hunk of pony cock would fit up her virgin fuckhole.
The idea was intimidating, yet thrilling. Thinking of having her cunt-hole stuffed full of rock-hard horse prick was making the naughty teenager moan and shudder with need. Did she dare to try it, when Buck had a hard-on again? She wasn't sure. She knew that she could never take all of that long cock up her cunt, but she thought she might be able to accommodate half of it, as far as length was concerned. But it was so fucking thick, though. Would the pliable walls of her fuckhole spread wide enough to take his cock-meat? Even if she could only manage to get his cockhead into her pussy hole, it would be a treat. With that throbbing cockhead jammed up her cunt, she could jerk him off and feel his steaming hot fuckjuice flood her loins!
Ooooh! Feeling pony cum squirt up her cunt might be even better than having him shoot in her mouth, she thought. Her cunt-hole didn't have any tastebuds, so the delicious flavor would be wasted, but with hard horse cock throbbing in her cunt-hole against her stiff clit while it spurted into her would be wonderful.
Naughty Bonny was wild with desire again. Her young tits were drenched with congealing streaks of slimy fuckjuice, and she scooped the thick stuff up with her hands, brought them up to her face and lapped the cream from her palms like a kitten at a cream bowl. Even delivered by hand, the stuff was delicious – although not nearly as tasty as it was when she'd drunk it straight out of his spurting cockhead.
She scooped up another handful out of her cleavage, and this time she moved her creamy hand down into her crotch and began to massage the pony jism into her soaking, steaming cunt. The slimy stuff had started to congeal, but in the heat of her groin it turned fluid again, lathering her pussy and blending with her flowing cuntjuice. Bonny bent over, looking down the plane of her belly, watching her cunt ripple and her clit throb. She wished that she was limber enough to get her head right down there, to lick and suck her own pussy. But she knew that she couldn't quite reach it – she had often tried.
Her hand was dripping with cuntjuice and pony spunk, and she brought it up to her lips and tongued the slimy stuff up. Cuntjuice was almost as succulent as cum, she thought. If she couldn't go down on herself, Bonny decided that someday, when she got a chance, she would simply have to suck some other sexy girl's pussy, just to find out what it was like to have a cunt cream on her tongue.
Her clit sparked and tingled and her cunt-hole began to melt. Creamy ribbons of pearly nectar poured from her pussy.
As she neared orgasm, the fragrance of her fuckhole became hotter and steamier. Buck raised his head, his nostrils flaring, as the scent of a creaming cunt drifted to him on the fresh country air. His prick twitched, but he was too late. Bonny was already in the throes of a shuddering climax and, her eyes closed, she failed to notice that the pony was getting excited again.
Bonny was changing hands, alternating between her cunt and her mouth. She rubbed her frothy pussy then brought her drenched hand up to her lips while she dipped her other hand into her hot cunt. Her pink tongue flashed as she slurped up cuntjuice from her palm and fingers. Then she switched hands again. One hand came up to her mouth, soaking with cunt-juice, while the other slid down into her groin, glistening with her saliva.
The waves rushed across her heaving belly, coming faster and higher with every surge. Abandoned to her self-induced delight, the teenager began to frig her pussy with both hands. Tilting her wrist, she finger-fucked up her smoldering cunt-hole with three fingers, while she used the other hand to massage her throbbing clit.
A spasm shook her, then another. She gasped with the pure bliss of the sensation as she neared her peak, then cried out, moaning, as her orgasm hit her.
She clung there at the heights, her orgasm sustained and prolonged, both hands frigging urgently. Cuntjuice streamed down her groin and poured down her thighs. Her ass bucked in the grass and her nubile hips pumped in a fucking motion. The last wave crashed through her and with a sigh, Bonny sank back in the grass, smiling and panting, satiated for the moment.
But not for long.
Buck eyed her speculatively. His cock was at half mast, ready to rise or fall as the situation dictated. But the clever pony seemed to realize that Bonny had finished the job herself. His shoulders jerked in the equine equivalent of a shrug, and he lowered his head to the grass again, placidly munching away.
Buck, like Bonny, was eagerly looking forward to the next time…
CHAPTER FOUR
Martha Harper was just hanging up the telephone when Jake walked into the house, still horny as hell, despite having spilled his seed on the soil. Martha, like her daughter, was a sexy blonde with blue eyes and big tits. She was sitting on the couch by the telephone stand, one leg drawn up under her, the hem of her short skirt riding high up her lush and shapely thigh.
"That was Claire," she said, not noticing the lump in her husband's fly immediately. "She's coming for the weekend."
Claire was their other daughter. She was twenty, and when the Harpers had decided to move to the country, Claire had elected to remain in the city and pursue a career in advertising.
She was also pursuing other things, but her parents didn't know about that.
"That's nice," Jake said, crossing the room.
Martha looked up, smiling, pleased that their older daughter was going to pay them a visit. She blinked, then her smile widened as she saw the big bulge in Jake's trousers.
"Why, what a pleasant surprise!" she purred.
Martha was an ever-ready fuck, which was one of the reasons that Jake had married her some twenty years ago – just as she had accepted his proposal mainly because of his huge, rock-hard cock. They had fucked up a storm during their courtship, broken three beds on their honeymoon and still, twenty years later on, screwed like crazed goats.
Jake stood in front of the couch, his loins shoved out.
"Hadn't we better go to the bedroom?" Martha asked. "Bonny might come in and catch us at it."
"Naw, she's riding her pony," Jake said. At the very mention of his nubile daughter's name, and the thought of how her ass had squirmed on the pony's bare back, his prick jumped.
Martha giggled when she saw the front of his pants convulse. She reached out and ran her fingertips up the outline of his stiff prick, brushing it lightly. Then she cupped his bloated balls, lifting them in her palm as if she were weighing the amount of cum they contained.
She drew his zipper down slowly, playfully, inch by inch. Jake unbuckled his belt and the front of his trousers fell open in a wide vee. His massive prick fell forward into view.