"Not much hair," Ellen said, looking down at Patsy's pussy, then at the drooling crowd of girls.
Mary and Tracy got down on their knees and each grabbed one of Patsy's slim ankles. They pulled, stretching Patsy's legs apart, exposing her blonde-thatched virgin cunt to everyone in the barn.
Patsy's sparse patch of golden pubic down concealed nothing.
Patsy moaned. "What… what's going on?"
Ellen got between Patsy's legs and stared at the dripping cunt. "You're all wet between your legs," she giggled.
For a moment, Patsy was embarrassed. It was true. She was on fire.
"Are you still a virgin?" Ellen asked as she touched Patsy's wet pussy.
Patsy shuddered. "Y… yes," she gasped. The touch had been electrifying.
"We have to check," Ellen said. "Only virgins can join our Horse Club."
Patsy began to shake. Her nipples ached as blood surged through her veins, swelling her nipples and her hard, tiny clit. She moaned, her hips twitching, her tits flopping.
Ellen licked her lips. Her violet eyes seemed to glow. She took her fingers, prodded Patsy's pussy as a hush fell over the teenaged girls in the barn. Warm cream soaked her exploring fingertips.
Tracy and Mary gasped, each remembering when Ellen had checked their pussy for cherry-skin. Being the closest, they saw the most. They kept Patsy's legs stretched wide and drooled as Ellen's fingers slipped beyond the puffy folds of Patsy's cunt and into the steamy wet entrance.
"Oooo," Patsy gasped as Ellen's fingers wormed through the hot soupy entrance of her virgin pussy. "Ooooo… oooo… unnn… aaah!"
Ellen's finger probed, finding the cherry-skin. "She's cherry," Ellen announced. "Cherry, but hot as a fucking whore!"
Everyone sighed, then laughed. Each girl looked at Patsy, who was writhing naked on the floor of the barn. This was one of the best parts of the initiation.
Ellen was creaming her jeans. Patsy's pussy was drenched, and it took all of her willpower not to bury her face between the blonde's luscious thighs and suck her off. Later, she knew, things would be different. Patsy, like Tracy and Mary had been, would be easy, like plucking cherries from a tree.
Ellen brought her wet sticky fingers from Patsy's cunt. "Lick my fingers clean," she said, smearing the sticky ooze over Patsy's mouth. "Suck 'em."
Patsy, working in a world of darkness, tasted the juice of her own pussy. Being forced to lick her own cream was erotic, turning her on even more. She sucked, swirling in a sightless world of lust. Being displayed, fondled, and exposed to everyone in the club had her crazy-hot.
Ellen knew, saw all the signs. She raised her hand for silence and a hush fell over the group of horny girls. Someone in the back stood, went to a stall and quietly led Cloud, the white Arabian stallion to the center of the barn.
Patsy, her body on fire, heard the sounds of the stallion's hoofs. "What's that?" she asked.
Ellen took the horse's reigns from the girl. "Shut up and don't move," she said. Ellen expertly guided the horse into position.
Patsy, not knowing what was going on, became frightened. The scent of the horse reached her nostrils. "What's going on?" she asked. "Tell me!"
"Shut up," Mary whispered. "You want to join the club, don'tcha?"
Ellen was on the floor. "Mary's right. Any more talk and you're out."
Patsy clamped her lips shut. She trembled, knew a horse was nearby, but nothing else. Her blindfold hid everything and the unknown frightened her, but she didn't speak. Becoming a member of the Horse Club was the most important thing in her life.
As the girls in the club inched closer to get a better view, Ellen stroked the giant white Arabian stallion's flanks. "Easy boy," she said. There was a closeness she had with the beast. She forgot about everyone else in the place. For now, it was just her, Patsy, and Cloud.
Patsy could hear Ellen's voice. Ellen was talking to the horse, but Patsy didn't know why. She was the only one in the barn who didn't know.
Ellen's stroking hand reached under the docile stallion. She fondled his huge nuts and everyone gasped. Ellen didn't hear anything but the pounding of her own heart. "Nice, Cloud," she soothed, her hand running over the length of his giant cock. "Nice, Cloud."
Patsy was trembling. The longer she lay there, the more frightened she became. Only her desire to belong kept her from talking and getting up to leave.
"Mmmm," Ellen sighed. She was massaging the thick-skinned sheath that housed Cloud's giant cock. The round bloated head peeked out, sending tremors through each onlooker.
Ellen looked down at the trembling, naked Patsy. "Don't move. Your initiation will be over soon."
Lips dry, eyes staring into the blindfold, Patsy nodded. If only she knew what was going on.
Ellen's urgent fingers had coaxed Cloud's cock completely out of its sheath. It was a long, thick hose of limp white flesh. Ellen drooled, feeling the power surge into his cock as she caressed the length of his shaft.
Cloud bobbed his head, his thick white mane swishing over his face. His big eyes bulged with excitement and he snorted.
"Easy," Ellen soothed. "Easy." She massaged his stiffening cock. She was creaming. The crotch of her jeans was soaked with her pussy juice. "Nice, Cloud. Good boy!"
The huge organ had suddenly gone rigid in her grasp. The meaty shaft turned rock-hard, menacing, the bloated head aimed at the creamy flesh of Patsy's naked body.
Cloud tossed his head and whinnied. His big rubbery lips rumbled. His black eyes blazed. Swishing his tail, he shook his head while Ellen's fondling hands made the cum in his huge nuts begin to churn.
Patsy shuddered. The vibrations of Cloud's hoofs told her the horse was close, and highly agitated. Her mouth dried up. Fear gripped her. Something was happening to the beautiful animal.
"Keep your legs spread," Ellen said. "Nice and wide." Patsy obeyed. Her pussy, virgin and still moist, the meeting point of the erotic vee her outstretched legs created. Her fingers curled into frightened fists. Pieces of straw became caught in her hands.
Ellen's eyes devoured Cloud's cock. She drooled, her eyes floating mistily to Patsy's naked body. Spasms attacked the spongy depths of her overheated pussy. "God," she moaned.
All eyes in the barn watched with erotic fascination as Ellen's hand worked methodically on Cloud's cock. They waited anxiously for it to happen.
Ellen sighed, a tremor shooting up her arm. She angled her body into a better position. The throbbing in Cloud's shaft told her it wouldn't be long.
Snorting, Cloud tossed his head high. Ellen's hand was driving him crazy. Finely tuned muscles rippled under his gleaming white coat. His tail slapped up, catching Mary across the face as she watched in stunned silence.
Patsy, lost in a world of darkness, sensed that something was about to happen. She could feel the excitement in the barn growing. It made her quiver because she knew it was going to happen to her. Fear, excitement, and impatience for it to happen blended.
Ellen stroked the stallion's giant cock, loving every second of it. The power, the strength, the sexuality of Cloud's thick steel-beamed prick made the teenager cream.
"Cum," she whispered, the word barely passing her lips. "Cum… cum… cum."
Ellen was dizzy. She looked at Patsy's creamy flesh and knew that in moments it would be drenched in a deluge of hot thick sticky cum. It made her head spin.
The muscles in Cloud's cock tensed. His prick thickened and his nuts began to rumble. He neighed loudly, his front hoofs pawing the hay-strewn floor.
The hush in the barn grew louder. Each knew it was going to happen. They had all witnessed it before. Cloud was acting up.
Mary drooled, her eyes darting from Cloud's swinging balls to Patsy's naked body.
Tracy's eyes were on Ellen and Cloud's cock. She swooned, remembering her own initiation into the exclusive Horse Club.