Bob Wallace - Daughter_s pony urge

Her soft lithe body, never before in the throes of orgasm like this, jerking into convulsions. Her hips rocked back and forth. Her cunt muscles, clinging and oozing pussy-cream, torture the beast's cock. She went higher into her orgasm. She couldn't come down. His doggie cock and the small friction on her clit both kept her in heaven, holding her prisoner in bliss.

"Laddie!" She was hysterical, and her voice showed the strain.

Her orgasm crushed her, turned her into the same mindless animal that was fucking her. She shoved back at him and was immediately driven forward. Her clit banged the bed; lightning streaks flashed behind her eyes. Thunder creaked inside her skull. Back and forth, her body battled, orgasms tearing through her, yet she wasn't allowed the blissful sensations of completion. She was forced to remain in joyful agony.

Christine collapsed, her strength gone, her mind a shambles.

Laddie bombarded her limp body until his balls were empty shells and his cock began to shrink inside the tight confines of her pulsing fuck hole. He yelped for the last time and pulled his prick out of her cunt. His limp prick quickly retreated into the sheath, except for the red tip. Laddie leaped up on the bed, curled himself into a ball of fur and licked himself clean.

Christine shivered. She was empty; his cock was no longer pounding in her cunt. She felt weak, and exhausted. She crumbled to the floor and dragged her fucked-out body over to the closet mirror. Panting, trying to get a grip on her emotions, she spread her legs wide, using her fingers to part the folds of her pussy. She stared in awe at herself, seeing flecks of cherry blood on her cunt mound along with an oozing stream of white doggie cum.

"Ohhhhh, God, I've been fucked at last."

She took a finger and jabbed. Her cherry was gone. She shoved the finger in deeper, exploring, thrilled with what had just happened to her. Tingling with happiness, she rubbed her pussy and crawled back to bed, her mind still reeling form her first wild fuck.

"Laddie, you really did fuck me good," she whispered. She rested her head on the curled up ball of golden fur. "How did you feel fucking your first cherry?"

The dog raised his head to her and licked her face, then dropped to the bed. His soft-brown eyes closed.

She giggled lewdly, proud of herself. She had been fucked and had turned Laddie into a sleeping ball of fur. She glanced at the phone, thinking of calling Tracy. "No, not yet," she giggled. "There's still lots to do."

Christine grabbed her jeans off the floor and hauled herself up, sliding the faded denim up her long legs. Swaying slightly, she stood on wobbly legs, stiff from being on her knees for so long.

Moaning and sore-muscled, she bent over and grabbed the shirt. As she slipped her arms through the sleeves, she staggered out the bedroom. Having been fucked by Laddie had unleashed the full fury of her passion – she wanted more. She knew where to get it.

Outside on the porch, her shirt open, her jeans not yet snapped, but clinging to the swell of her hips, she looked around. There was still plenty of time before her father came home. In her exuberance, she stumbled down the stairs, heading for the small stable. Champion, her father's quarter horse, and her pony, Brownie, were kept there.

A lewd smile cracked her face as she stepped out of the sun into the cool stable. She went over to her father's horse and patted his nose. "Mmmmmm, Champion, I think you might be just a little too big for me." She stroked his thick-muscled neck with smooth long caresses.

Curiosity got the better of her. She opened the stall and led her father's horse out to the middle of the stable. Petting his flank, she slid her hand nervously down to his hind quarters. She knelt down and gasped. The animal's huge meaty prick, jutting out from the thick wrinkled skin that held it, was a formidable sight for the teenager. She had never seen such a cock – a thick trunk that would rip her apart.

"Goddamn, Champion, you sure are big." She wanted to touch his cock, but couldn't. It was, for the moment, too overwhelming. She took Champion back into his stall and went over to her pony. She felt safer with gentle Brownie.

"I'm gonna play with your cock," she whispered in the pony's ear, leading the sleek chocolate-colored animal out of his stall. "Is you cock as big as Champion's?" She hoped it wasn't. She couldn't handle the right now.

Brownie whinnied and tossed his huge head in the air. His golden mane swished across Christine's flushed and excited face.

"Easy, boy, easy," Christine said. "I'm just here to have some fun with you. We'll go for a ride later. Okay, boy?"

Neighing his response, Brownie nuzzled his long snout into Christine, hitting one of her tits. He snorted, his hind legs prancing in place.

"Brownie, you must calm down." Christine looked down at her tits through her open shirt. The pony had slobbered all over them. She tore off her shirt and threw it across the stable.

Getting closer to the pony, she crushed her tit into his neck, tormenting her tender skin with his prickly coat. She hugged him close, running her tits against the grain of his dark-brown hair. She rubbed back and forth, still under the spell of her insatiable lust.

Brownie had settled down and was standing patiently next to his mistress, who was stroking his glossy coat and snuggling her body into his. His tail swatted his backside, then his head began to bob. Her whimpering voice made his ears flick.

Out of her mind, Christine staggered; all kinds of erotic thoughts rushed through her head. She fell back on the hay-strewn floor and yanked her jeans off.

Naked, she crawled to the pony, her pussy oozing a blend of doggie spume and pussy juice. Down on her hands and knees, she saw Brownie's cockhead. She gasped with hunger.

"Holy shit!" She said, gawking at the pony's protruding prick. She got up and stood in front of Brownie, jiggling her tits in his face. "Nibble on me, Brownie. Pretend I'm an apple, or something." She held her tits in her cupped hands, offering them to the gentle pony.

Brownie snorted at her, then chomped with his big lips on the tender tit flesh offered to him.

Christine almost collapsed. He was slobbering on her tits. His rubbery lips were gently driving her berserk. Amazed and burning with passion, she watched him slobber his drool over each tit.

"Brownie!" Her back arched as she jutted her tits out for him. She scratched his bobbing head and skimmed down to his active lips that were munching noisily and wetly on her sensitive tittie flesh.

A wave of bliss washed over her; her knees buckled for a moment. The pony's lips felt great. She held on to him, staggering, losing the ability to stand. "Ohhhhh, shit, I'm gonna come until I go crazy."

She stepped back, breathless. She swayed on her feet, her shiny blue eyes looked like pieces of glass. She made smacking sounds with her lips, backing up, falling backwards into a bale of hay.

"Ooooops," she squealed, tumbling back, her legs flying wide apart.

Brownie stepped toward her. Lowering his head between her outstretched legs, he nudged her cunt and chomped on her hot, oozing pussy.

Christine went insane. She humped frantically, her cunt banging into the beast's muzzle, her legs high in the air, opened wide. She looked at Brownie's nose on her pussy. "Ohhhh, Brownie! Brownie!" She humped up and creamed his snout.

Brownie snorted again and shook his head between her parted thighs. The taste of her pussy, her squeals, her humping body were exciting him, and he pawed the earth, shoving his hard muzzle into her cunt.

"Agggghhhh!" she cried out in joyous delight. She twitched, then rolled in the hay, turning. She wiggled her ass back at the pony. "Lick me, Brownie. Ohhhhh!"