Bob Wallace: Daughter_s pony urge

She screamed and collapsed. She had finally succumbed to the overpowering intensity of her first ass-fuck. She panted with exhaustion, the dog's cock still stuck in her ass.

Laddie's prick was shrinking, and it slowly came out her viselike asshole. He yanked himself free at the time her ass muscles relaxed, his prick coming out with a loud pop. He sniffed her ass where his cum was oozing out, and he casually swiped up the dribbling jism.

Tracy watched and heaved a tremulous sigh, "Are you all right?"

Christine rolled onto her back, a dreamy expression on her face. "Ooh, shit, Tracy! It was fantastic! I can feel his cum in me." She sat up and moaned. Her muscles ached in silent protest. "Let's go back in the house. I'm beat. I don't think I can do another thing."

"Let me get the pony off," Tracy pleaded. "I wanna see him come." The memory of Brownie's long hulking cock had been etched in her brain. She was drying to get her hands around its bulky width and feel his sticky cum spraying her naked body. "Please. Brownie's cock's nice and hard still." She was looking down into his stall, glaring at the thick piece of pony cock hanging from between his hind legs.

"Okay," Christine moaned. "I'll lick it off you when he's done."

Tracy stayed at the door to his stall, waiting for Christine to walk him out. "Hurry, before I chicken out."

Later, after Brownie had drenched Tracy in pony-cum and Christine had licked her friend clean, the two girls emerged into the adolescent passions sated for the moment.

Christine's father pulled into the driveway as the two giggling teenagers were about to climb the stairs into the the house. "C'mon girls," Craig called from the truck. "Get dressed for dinner."

Christine waved. "We'll be ready in a few minutes."

The two girls ran into the house, laughing. For now, they were just two kids going out to dinner.