Bob Wallace - Daughter_s pony urge

"Ohhh, God!" Tracy gasped, when the kiss had taken its course and ended. "If a boy kissed me like that, I wouldn't be cherry very long." Tracy was swimming in passion, her body full of anxiety – never having been satisfied by a stiff cock. The pent-up emotion the she felt on the inside was surging just below the surface.

Tracy sat up and crossed her legs yoga-style; her friend lay flat out on her back, her legs spread. Tracy's hands were all over Christine's body. "I'd suck Roger's cock, just like you said you did."

"It was great," Christine moaned, "but getting fucked id the best. God, it's like heaven."

"Really?" Tracy sighed dreamily. "Maybe while I'm here, we can find him. I'd love to see and touch his cock. Maybe between the two of us, we can talk him into fucking us both." Tracy giggled, her mind racing with the dirty thought of seducing the young man who didn't want to break Christine's cherry. Her fingers traced a fiery path over Christine's smooth satiny skin.

"I doubt if he would do anything with us. Besides, we don't need him. We got each other and all the cocks we need." Christine caressed the small curve of her friend's creamy white tit, smoothed her hand all over the tit mound, then went to the other plump tit. "Laddie's cock is all we'll need, and we have Brownie and Champion, too."

"God, Chrissy, I'm not ready for a pony." Tracy's wet tongue glided across her bottom lips. "I'm scared of fucking Brownie. I'm not gonna do it with a pony!" Tracy sighed; Christine's fingers felt like hot sparks. Each caress felt like a current of sizzling energy. The sparks were flying. Tracy was tottering on the edge of insanity. "Oh, God, Chrissy, your hands on my tits feel so good. Was it like this with Roger?"

"Better. Let's not talk about him. Let's talk about Laddie," Christine suggested.

"You want me to lick your tits? I'll pretend Laddie's cum is all over them." The thought made Tracy swoon.

"Yeah, only next time Laddie does cream all over me, we won't be pretending. You'll lick his fuck cream off my body."

"Ooooh," Tracy squealed, her face screwed up in delight. "Sounds great!"

"It will be. Laddie's cum taste good. You'll love it."

"When do we do it?" Tracy asked excitedly.

"Later. I have lots planned for us." Christine grabbed her friend and brought her down on the bed. She rubbed her own flushed nubile into Tracy's.

Tracy came down on Christine's tit, covering it with her lips, the hard rubbery tip touching her teeth.

"Oooooh, Tracy!" Christine gasped. "Suck! Suck!"

Tracy's head swirled with thoughts of Laddie, of jerking his gigantic doggie cock until he creamed. Licking his gooey jizz of her friends body and tasting the dog's cum. Her body reacted to the forbidden thought. Her cherry pussy bubbled over with hot slick pussy juice like never before in her life. Her maturing nipples ached like never before.

Tracy continued to feast on her friends ripe tit, sucking, slurping loudly, enjoying the new sensations that were bombarding her. Spit drooled from her mouth, soaking each inch of Christine's small heaving tits with clear saliva. She felt Christine's hands engulf her.

"Yesss," Christine hissed. She pushed Tracy's head into her tit, enjoying the hard sucking. This was fantastic! Laddie could only lick and chew. Tracy's sucking was different. Sensations churned inside her pussy, brought on by Tracy's energetic mouth and lips.

"Bite, too!" Christine wailed, squirming underneath Tracy's body. The blonde teenager combed her fingers through Tracy's thick brown hair. "Ohhh, I love it, Trace – I love it!"

Christine humped her ass off the bed. The passion soaring through her body wouldn't let her keep still. She humped the bed as if she were being fucked.

Tracy's wet mouth went from Christine's tits to biting and licking her skin on a one-way trip to her pussy. She was in her own dreamy world – unaware of where she was headed.

Christine was aware. "Oooh, Tracy! Tracy!" She pushed at Tracy's head, urging her down her body. "Fingerfuck me, Trace. Feel inside; there's no cherry."

Anxious and brimming with curiosity, Tracy did. Her finger weaved through the golden silk of Christine's soft pussy hair and the girl's velvety-smooth pussy lips. Warm fuck cream coated her fingers. She explored, pushing her finger deep inside her friend's cunt. She found no barrier blocking her way. Her fingers were easily immersed in a warm pool of cunt-cream pulse against her fingers. Her hot friend felt squishy and warm inside her pussy.

"Ohhhh, shit!" Christine wailed. "Oh, shit!"

The blonde teenager floated on a cloud of lust. What her friend was doing to her was heaven – absolute heaven. She churned her hips around, Tracy's finger inside her cunt were making her cream more.

"Ooh, ahhh! Ohhhh!" Christine moaned, humping and squirming. Her hands clawed up her wriggling body to her own tits. She kneaded them roughly, urgently. The need to cum became overwhelming. "God, your fingers feel terrific inside my pussy. It feels good having someone else do it."

Tracy moaned, her eyes lighting up. "Do it to me!" she gasped, pulling her fingers out. Her eyes were drawn to her juice-coated fingers, seeing the web of pussy juice between the splayed fingers.

"Watch." Tracy flicked her pink tongue over them. "Mmmm, I like the taste. Your pussy-cream is delicious." It was a subconscious desire to eat pussy that neither of them understood.

Christine moved, stretching for Tracy's cherry pussy. Tracy adjusted to accommodate her friend, and Christine found her fuck hole. The blonde teenager slipped her finger inside, up to her friend's cherry.

"You won't have this for long," Christine giggled, and brought out a thin sticky glob of Tracy's cunt juice. Christine sucked it off her finger. "Maybe later, we'll eat each other, but right now. I think we ought to get dressed and let you get acquainted with Laddie."

Tracy agreed enthusiastically, scrambling out of bed. They quickly dressed, wanting to do everything at once.

"C'mon we'll go out to the barn, and I'll introduce you to Champion and Brownie."

Tracy, her palms sweaty, nervously followed Christine to the stable. Laddie jumped and played beside her.

"This is going to be the best two weeks of our lives," Christine promised. They stepped in the barn, out of the summer heat. "No more pretend stories, just real fun." She giggled, tingling all over. "C'mon."

Christine stopped at Champion's stall and rubbed her hand soothingly down the horse's nose, scratching the white star between his big, soulful eyes.

"This is my dad's horse," Christine said. "Champion, this is Tracy, my friend," they giggled together. "Wait until you see his cock, Tracy. It's a damn tree trunk!"

"I can't wait to see it!" Tracy bubbled. "Ohhh, shit, I'm going crazy just thinking about what we're gonna do during these two glorious weeks together!"

"So am I," Christine confessed. "I must have played with my cunt all morning waiting for you." She escorted her friend over to the other side of the stable to her pony's stall. "Tracy, I'd like you to meet Brownie. His cock isn't as big, but it's just right for us." She gave a nervous giggle. "He creams like a fountain."

"Ooo, shit, Chrissy, when do I see something? Damn, I can't wait anymore. I'm going crazy!" She shook, standing there, knowing there were two – maybe three – cocks in the stable that she would soon be sharing with the friend. "Let me see Laddie's cock."

Christine gave her friend a hot smile. "You can see all their cock's after you take your cloths off." She leaned against Brownie's stall and waited, absent-mindedly patting her pony's snout.

"What about you, Chrissy?" Tracy asked, her heart leaping. "You gonna strip, too?"

"I will." Her eyes sparkled.