Unknown - Pony girl

"My darling, sweetheart, what has he done to you?" sobbed the mother, untying the rope from around her daughter's neck.

It was minutes before Lena could talk, so long did it take her to get her throat back into working, breathing, and talking order. The strap had left a red mark around her neck.

The worn, older woman tried to carry her daughter to the house, but it was no use. The younger woman was much stronger than the mother, and it was Lena who ended up helping her hysterical mother across the yard.

Lena tried to soothe her mother in the house, after she had put on some clothes.

"Calm down, Mother, it's all right. Maybe if he's on top of me, he won't be hurting you so much anymore," she said. She wondered if this was true. She hadn't heard her mother's midnight screams in a few months, and her parents certainly seemed to fight a lot less than before.

"What can we do? What can we do?" Mrs. Hanson was grasping at the wispy bits of grey that fell on her face. She was speaking hysterically.

"Mother, go to bed. I'll make you a cup of warm milk and maybe that will help you to sleep," Lena found she felt decisive and firm before her mother's helpless state.

"There now," she said tucking her mother in. "We'll figure it out in the morning." And she watched over her mother, and held her hand, until the tired old, young woman fell asleep.

As soon as her deep breathing indicated a deep state of sleep, Lena laid her mother's hand down on the bed and went back out to the barn.

She saddled up Red Beauty, and led him out of the barn and through the fence into the pasture. She mounted him easily with one movement, and then took him galloping out behind the wheat fields.

The moon was high and full that night and it was deep spring. The creek was full and high and she could see by the moonlight the shadows of the minnows that were newly spawned darting about in the blue water.

Red Beauty whinnied and again they took off, galloping across the countryside in the moonlight, the girl with her blonde hair streaming out behind her, and the red stallion, his mane sweeping her face.

They came back to the gully where it winded further on and made a pool of water. The stallion bent down his long neck for a drink and Lena slipped off him.

While he was drinking Lena went under him and started stroking his balls and the furry sheath that housed his penis. She placed her lips on the furry hair and kissed the sheath, pressing hard with her lips. She felt the mouth of the sheath open and the cock begin to protrude. She slavered over the growing, emerging cock with her tongue until it was fully-grown. It looked like a flame or a wet tongue, except that it was about seventeen inches long.

"Mmmmmmmm," she groaned. "Beauty, Red Beauty," she whispered squeezing the long hard wet dick with her hands, and the horse whinnied and went up on his two front legs while she held on.

She laughed and slipped off her jeans. Her hands clinging to the stirrups, and her legs wrapped around the stallion's back legs, she eased her sore pussy over the long cock. It touched bottom in her before it was halfway in.

Again the horse whinnied and went up on his hind legs as the obsessed girl rocked up and down over the slick horsecock. The long slick wet thing soothed the cunt which had been violated only hours before.

The horse brought her to heights and depths of orgasmic pleasure such as normal women do not dream of. She clung with her thighs to the horse's penis and slid it in and out of her, allowing her uninhibited groans of pleasure to rise from the flat plain straight into the starry sky and up to the full moon.

"Jesus Fucking H. Christ," came a voice in the darkness.

Lena froze in her clasp on the underside of the horse. The horse too sensed the stranger's presence, for he froze and a frightened sound escaped from between his flared nostrils.

"Why it's Lena! Roland Hanson's daughter!" and a long amazed whistle followed.

Lena had fallen to the ground and she lay still now, abject and humiliated.

The man, when he came over to look at her, was Brad King.

He stood over her, looking down, surprise in his eyes. He bent down and helped her sit up, supporting her shoulders with his knees. He pulled her jeans up over her crotch, trying not to look at the white semen, horse semen, flowing all over her thighs.

"Jeesus Christ," he said again. "On her daddy's stallion." He shook his head again. "Where'd you learn to do that, girl?" he asked. She clung miserably to his arms. What would he do with her now? Tell her father? She couldn't even think of what her father might do to her if he knew. Killing wouldn't be enough, she knew.

"I mean I've heard tell of this sort of thing – I mean girls with animals, horses and dogs and such, but I never really believed," he whistled again.

She turned to look up at him as she lay in his arms. "My father rapes me once or twice a week," she said looking firmly into his eyes. "And every time he does it to me, I go out in the barn afterwards, when he's left the house to go whore-hunting in town, and I do it with his best horse."

She looked unwaveringly at him to see how he would take it, take the truth.

He was looking at her while she talked, but when she finished he looked away.

"Oh Lord, there's all kind of critters in this world. All kinds, the good Lord preserve us. You know, I never did like your daddy. Cruel man, unnecessarily cruel, I always thought. With his animals and with his wife. And with his daughter now, too, I should have known."

He lay down on the ground beside her now and held her in his arms as if to protect or nurse her.

"Well, what are you doing way out here in the middle of the night, anyway, yourself, Brad King," Lena murmured in his ear.

"I was out riding myself, little honey," he said kissing her hair. "You done wandered onto my daddy's land. I saw someone come riding across the plain on what looked like Mr. Hanson's stallion so I came out to investigate. You didn't even hear me ride up." He licked the lobe of her little ear.

"Only twelve years old," he muttered to himself and shook his head.

"Brad, if my father finds out that you and me ever lay together like this, Brad, he'll kill me. He will. I've got to get away from you," she said, suddenly hysterically rising.

"Wow, now there little filly," he said gently pulling her back down to the fertile earth. "How's he gonna know, that we met way out here?"

"I think he'd be angrier about finding out about me and you than about me and Red Beauty. Red Beauty, at least he's his horse."

"Well now, who's gonna tell him either story? Not me. You can trust me baby," he said moving his lips down her face until they met her lips.

He hugged her big soft boobs against his flat hard chest, and then unbuttoned both their shirts so he could feel her big soft tits directly against his hairless chest. Her nipples felt like little raisins at the end of big marshmellowy mounds and he stuck his face in one then the other like a little baby at its mother's breasts.

His dick was like a hard arrow in his pants, and he pressed his groin against her soft stomach.

"I don't know if I should," she whimpered. She was confused now, and didn't know who was mounting her.

"You don't know if you should?" he said, rubbing his hardened jeans along her open yawning cunt which he had revealed by pulling off her panties. He looked at the black gash in the big pink pussy. There was still some creamy come floating in her pussyhair. It was from the horse.

He unleashed his cock from his jeans and pointed it toward the black gash in the pink, the gash that led into the dark pussydepths.

Her legs parted willingly now, she pulled at her thighs with her hands to open her cunt wider now for his entry.