Bob Wallace: A pony for daughter

"Ahhh! I'm creaming! Creaming!" She rode the frenzied pony as if he were a bucking horse at the rodeo, with hard jerking forward thrusts. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Virgin pussy cum gushed from her exploding cunt hole. Her tits felt as if they too would burst. Recklessly, she rode the pony.

"Ahhhh!" Shuddering spasms attacked her body. She swayed, fell forward, gripped the pony's neck.

"Beauty! Beauty!" she squealed, holding on for dear life. "Oooo, Beauty!"

She slammed her clit into the hard leather horn. Explosions rumbled in her virgin cunt. Her pussy-lips slid effortlessly along the smooth greased saddle. Ass cheeks jiggled with each reckless jab of her hips.

The pony was responding to the child's screams and the passion that surrounded them. His huge cock poked its head from its sheath. He gave a high shrill whinny. He stepped back and forth, snapping his head from side to side.

Priscilla almost fell. The animal's agitation and her own wild abandonment had almost toppled her from the pony's back. "Ohhh!" Her eyes rolled, dilated. Her cunt mashed over and over again into the leather horn.

Her head snapped back. Everything turned fuzzy, gray. "Ohhh… noooo!" Dizzy, her cunt still pulsing in orgasm, she began to slip off the pony's back.

Wild-eyed, she grabbed the horn. She slipped from the pony's back like hot melted butter.

On a soft blanket of grass, she writhed in agonizing bliss. She skittered down from the dizzy heights her orgasm had taken her to. Goose bumps dotted her smooth tingling flesh.

"Ooo, Beauty," she moaned. Still on her back, she blinked the golden pony into focus. She pulled herself up into a sitting position. Heart beats thumped in her heaving chest. She looked around. It was like a dream, a fantastic dream. A sensuous smile adorned her face.

Beauty lowered his head and nibbled his lips over her glowing tittie flesh. He snorted. The scent of her wet cunt flared his nostrils. He bent his long neck lower and tried to attack her pussy.

"Nooo!" Priscilla squealed, scrambling away from the animal. "No, more!" She giggled, crawled away and stood. "Ohh, God, you're horny."

She grabbed her clothes, dressed quickly.

"Now we'd better get back." She looked at the saddle. It was soaked with pussy juice. "Oh shit!" Priscilla pulled her blouse out of her jeans, wiped the saddle with it, then tucked it back inside. "Next time, I won't use a saddle."

She climbed back on the pony. Tremors rippled through her pussy as she headed back to the farmhouse.

Ellen and Ben Hudson smiled benignly at Priscilla who was wolfing down her lunch.

"Riding Beauty sure gave you an appetite, didn't it, Priscilla?" Mrs. Hudson said. She was tall, blonde, and blue-eyed an older version of her teenage daughter, Tammy.

Priscilla glanced up sheepishly. Her cheeks were flushed pink. Her brown eyes sparkled. "Yes, it did, Mrs. Hudson." She swallowed the rest her food. "It's so beautiful around here. Much nicer than the city."

Ben wrapped an arm around his wife and looked at Priscilla. "Ellen and I are going into town this afternoon. Would you like to join us?"

Priscilla's heart leaped into her throat. A chance to be with Beauty again, alone. She swallowed hard, thinking about the possibilities. "Thank you, Mr. Hudson, but I'd rather stay here on the farm and explore. Would you mind?"

"Not at all," Ellen said. "We're glad you like it here."

"Yes, I do!" Priscilla bubbled. Her mind was on the golden pony and nothing else.

"While we're gone, you can take Beauty out for another ride if you like," Ellen suggested.

At the mention of Beauty, Priscilla's cheeks burned. "Oh no, I think I'll just walk around and explore on my own," she lied.

Ben pushed himself from the table. "Good. You don't want to spend all your time with the pony. There's a lot to see here in the country." Ben's eyes shifted to his wife. "Ellen, I'll go get the pickup." He turned for the door.

"I'll be right there, honey, as soon as I clear away the dishes," Ellen called back. Priscilla stood at the screen door waving good-bye at Mr. and Mrs. Hudson pulling away in their pickup. She waited until they were out of sight. Her heart skipped wildly, thinking about the afternoon with Beauty.

"Here I come, Beauty," she muttered softly to herself. She ran down the back steps, the screen door slamming shut behind her. Long strides brought her quickly to the barn. "Beauty, I got something for you."

She giggled, closed and locked the barn door. She didn't want the Hudsons' coming home unexpectedly and catching her naked with Tammy's pony.

She went to the pony's stall. "Oh boy, are we going to have fun!" She stroked his bare back. "Lots and lots of fun."

The pony nudged her, acknowledged her presence with his cold nose. The thick blonde tail swished back and forth across his rump. He was happy to see his new friend.

Her insides quaking, Priscilla led the pony out of his stall. She stared into his sorrowful-looking brown eyes. "Do you want to lick my tits again, pretty pony? I know lots of boys in the city who would." She giggled devilishly. She petted the side of his head.

Beauty nuzzled his nose at Priscilla playfully, knocking the teenager into a pile of hay. His cold wet nose went between her outstretched legs. Snorting, he rubbed her virgin crotch.

Nervously, Priscilla laughed. She was a little frightened and a lot excited. "Ohhhh, Beauty! Do you do this to Tammy?"

She rolled away from his persistent muzzle and scrambled to her feet. Strands of hay clung to her shirt and hair.

"You'll get me soon enough, you horny prick."

With loving strokes, she caressed his bare back. The muscles rippled underneath the pony's sleek coat. She shivered excitedly, sensing the power in the beautiful animal.

"Ohhhh," she cooed dreamily. "It's going to be better cumming on your bare back than in the saddle." The prickling sensation of his rough coat against her naked tits came rushing back to her. It sent tremors down her spine.

Priscilla backed away from the golden pony. Her wide innocent brown eyes looked to the barn door to make sure it was locked. She felt safer here than at the stream. The assured privacy gave her a sense of freedom.

"I'm so hot," she moaned. She stood in front of the pony. Her hands trembled. "I'm going to strip for you, Beauty."

Hot rippling tremors warmed the spongy depths of her virgin twat. She slipped off her blouse, her brown eyes glassy with desire. Beauty stepped close to the child, nudged her, then whinnied. The barn reeked of the child's sex. Beauty sensed it, became anxious, expectant. He was used to it. Tammy, his young mistress, had done it many times.

"Not yet," she giggled, backing away. "Wait until I'm naked."

Priscilla slipped her bra off, laid it over the side of the stall with her blouse. She cupped her budding mounds in her hands. Her knees shook, and she stopped playing with herself for a moment.

"God!" she gasped. She plopped back in the hay and eased her jeans down, then kicked them off. Her heart was beating wildly. "Ooo, I wish you were a boy." She stood on wobbly legs.

Beauty wasn't going to be put off. He used his head, pressed it against her belly. His nose was cold and flared. A snort came from his rubbery lips as the erotic scent of Priscilla's turned-on cunt burned into his brain.

Priscilla danced away. Wanton and burning with passion, she came around to his side. Her flesh tingled as she rubbed her tits into his flank. "Oooo, God, will I cream your back!"

Beauty twisted his head, nibbling his smooth slobbering lips against her sizzling flesh. His balls swelled, loaded with cum. Like his mistress, he too was frustrated. He bumped the child, his thick cock protruding from his sheath.