Bob Wallace - Daughter_s pony urge

She got up and took the excited horse back to his stall. She crossed the stable to her pony and scratched his head. "Now, Brownie lets me play with him all I want. He's gentle as a lamb. Ain'tcha, boy?"

The pony whinnied and shook his golden mane. His big brown eyes were soft and gentle.

"Don't be chicken, Tracy, I want you with me. We can both play."

"Maybe I should start out with Laddie first," Tracy meekly. "Okay?"

"Not Laddie," Christine giggled, enjoying her friend's obvious nervousness. "I'm saving his cock to break your cherry today." Christine led the gentle pony into the center of the stable. Wrapping her arm around his neck, she squeezed her tits into his dark-chocolate-colored coat. "Mmmmmm, you feel good, Brownie."

A wheezing gasp came out of Tracy's parted mouth. "No, Chrissy. Not today."

"When?" Christine grabbed the pony by his tough mane and pulled herself up onto his back. "When do you want to lose your cheery?"

Tracy gulped. She sought some way out. "Before I leave. I promise I'll do it next week."

Christine pressed her pussy into the pony's back. She clutched his neck, her long legs bracketing his flanks. Her hips rocked slowly back and forth, her cunt gliding wetly. She felt the smooth soft hair of the pony's coat when she humped back and the rough prickling texture of his hair when she rocked forward. The exquisite sensation drove her insane.

"Ohhhh, Tracy, it's fantastic!" Christine sighed. "You can sit up here and cream yourself all day long." A rumbling wave of pleasure through her body made Christine sway. She trembled on the pony, working herself up slowly, her pussy overflowing. "Oooo, Tracy, this feels… Ahhhh… so… wonderful!" She leaned forward, her tits crushing into the pony's mane. As her ass jerked, fuck cream gushed from her cunt.

Tracy watched in total fascination. Her own body felt tingly, as if the pleasure Christine was enjoying reached her, too. "You coming, Chrissy?"

"Just enough to keep me red-hot." Christine carefully eased herself off the pony. She was going to show her friend everything today – all the fun of country living. She stroked her fingers through her hot wet pussy and brought out a filmy gob of pussy-cream. "See?"

Tracy wondered what was in store for her.

Christine smiled. "It's great not being cherry." She got down on the dirt floor underneath the pony, staring directly at his cock. She giggled when she heard the sound of Tracy sucking in her breath.

"Watch this, Tracy." Christine brought her hands up to the heavy skin surrounding Brownie's pony-cock. She stroked it carefully. "Wait until you see his cock hard."

Tracy squatted down on the floor, getting as close as possible. Her devouring curiosity had placed her fear in a far corner of her mind. "How does it feel, Chrissy?"

"Touch him and find out." Christine's hands were busy working their magic on the pony's growing prick. "His cock'll be hard in minutes."

Tracy reached out, her fingers skipping over the growing thickness of the pony's cock. "Aaaaah!" she sighed. When she touched the pony-cock, a tremor sizzled up her arm. "Damn."

Christine concentrated on what she was doing. She stroked the thick skin back and forth slowly, her fingers drifting up and down the shaft. The gigantic prick made its appearance. The bigger it got, the hotter Christine became, the noisier Tracy's breathing became.

"See?" Christine whispered to Tracy. "God, I can't wait until it fits all the way in me."

Christine swooned; Brownie's cock was sticking out a mile – thick, swollen, ready for pussy. "You play with him now." Christine rolled out from under the pony to make room for her friend.

Tracy shook her head. "Not yet. Let me start with Laddie."

The pony's cock frightened her. Nothing that big would ever fit into her body. "Let me play with Laddie instead."

Christine shook her head and walked the pony back to his stall. He snorted and shook his mane. Christine soothed him. "Don't be impatient, Brownie. I'll get you off later." She gave her friend a glance. "Maybe Tracy will." Christine locked him inside the stall and turned to Tracy. "You can get Laddie hard, okay?"

Enthusiastically, Tracy nodded in agreement. The dog seemed less dangerous now that she had seen the monster cocks of the horse and pony. "You show me how."

Christine slapped her thighs, and Laddie came loping over. "C'mon. Laddie, we're gonna play." She led him to a pile of loose hay, easing him onto his side. "C'mon down and play, Tracy, he's all yours." Christine moved aside, resting the dog's head in her lap.

Tracy got comfortable in the hay, hesitating. "I'm nervous."

"So was I," Christine reminded her, "but you said don't be, remember? Now, it's yours turn to be brave."

Tracy gulped and nodded. Her fingers touched the hairy cock sheath. She jumped when Laddie whimpered.

"When you get him hard, you can watch him fuck me," Christine said. "In the ass."

Tracy darted a sharp glance at her friend. "You're kidding! I'd be afraid."

"I'm dying to find out how it feels. His tongue in my ass was fantastic, so his cock ought to be better."

Tracy let out a low whistle. "I'd still be afraid." Her hand never left Laddie's sheath. "A cock if different than a tongue."

"Once you lose your cherry, everything else is easy. You'll see."

"Oooo, look, Chrissy! It's peeking out." Tracy's hand became more urgent, her fingers stroking with desire.

Christine patted the dog's head on her lap, keeping him calm. Her younger, less experienced friend was hardening his prick with her small, delicate touches. "Get his cock nice and big for me, Tracy. Don't be afraid. He won't bite."

Christine was beginning to regret what she had said to her friend in a moment of bragging. She had not planned on Laddie fucking her asshole; the words had just flowed out. Now, she was committed. She became entranced with Tracy's jerking hand.

Tracy's hot, wide-eyes gaze was locked on Laddie's growing prick. It was just like Christine had told her. Her fingers drifted up and down the hairy sheath and smoothed over his balls for a second. They felt heavy. She knew why, and it made her dizzy.

Laddie's head twisted in Christine's lap, his tongue slapping over Tracy's hand. He whimpered and thumped his tail excitedly, his prick enlarging.

Christine stroked Laddie's head, feeling the rest of his body tremble. "He likes it, Tracy."

Tracy shivered; the touch of his sliding tongue was a reminder of how fantastic it had felt on her pussy. "I like doing this," she whispered, getting hotter by the minute. She smoothed her hand down, pushing at the sheath, exposing more of the aroused dog's prick. "God!"

"Wait until it all sticks out. You'll just cream yourself." Christine kept brushing the dog's golden coat with her hand. As his prick grew larger and larger, she became more fearful about his bloated cock plundering her asshole.

"He's almost there!" Tracy exclaimed.

"Hurry, get him hard!" Christine urged. She wanted to get it over with; the sooner he fucked her ass, the sooner it would be over. "Hurry, Tracy!"

"I am! I am!" Tracy worked both hands on the dog's red, sticky prick. Her eyes bugged out with every tug on his fucker. Inch after hard red inch poked out of the hiding place. "He's getting harder! Bigger!" Tracy panted. "You really gonna let him fuck you in the ass?"

"Uh-huh," Christine confirmed, her gaze stuck on the menacing length of prickmeat. Laddie began to twitch and jerk on his side, his ass humping, his cock whipping through Tracy's urgent fist. He whined, twisted, and looked up into Christine's face.

"He's ready," Christine gasped. "Ohhh, shit, I'm getting nervous." She placed Laddie's head on the bale of hay as she got down on her knees, leaning over another bale. The coarse bed of hay prickled her tits. "You help him, Tracy. Help his get his cock in my ass!"