Unknown - Pony girl

When he plunged into her now, her clit was like a tuning fork that has just been hit: it was vibrating and large and full of juice. His cock was like a blade that slayed her. It passed right over and back across and over again her throbbing clit and every time the head of his cock pushed across her clit, slicking it as it passed, she sank into oblivion and came, and came again.

He took his coming slowly. He kissed her lips, sucking them into his mouth. Her lower lip was full and red and he took it between his own thin lips as if it were a big cherry in a cocktail. Her upper lip too he savored with his tongue and teeth. Then he darted his tongue way into her mouth as his cock plunged into the black cave of her cunt. Quivering it came up even harder than before.

It was going to take a lot of fucking to fuck the hardness out of his dick that had yearned for this little girl's pussyhood for so long.

She opened her eyes and looked at the landscape behind her. The moon glared eerily on the landscape. Everything seemed drenched in the moon's silver, the fields, with their newly sown seed, the brown earth, the newly-green trees that leaned over the creek and the singing water of the creek itself.

"Oh look!" she cried.

Against the horizon two black horses reared up on their hind legs. It was Red Beauty, her father's stallion, mounting Brad's filly.

Brad halted his movement on top of her for a moment to watch the coupling of the animals. The stallion whinnied and neighed fiercely as he boldly threw his front hooves on the filly's buttocks.

The filly was fierce too, as she pretended to try to pull away, as if she didn't know what the stallion was doing or didn't want him to do it. She made the stallion knock her with his hooves and grasp her tighter. They could see the male's huge cock stand up and then sink into the mare while both animals sang out a wild fierce chorus of animal lust.

Brad stroked her clitoris and she was filled with throbbing desire again.

This time he spared no ounce of energy as he rode his cock into the willing girl. She encircled his back with her long lovely legs, legs like a filly's, and she clung to him, raising her buttocks off the ground to hang suspended from him as he bore his cock into her pussy cunt.

His horn bore a hole into her which made her forget the her father's sledgehammer, and also the horse's long strange cock.

Brad King fit right into her and she took one final breath and squeezed him with all her pussy muscles and she hung on squeezing and squeezing his cock in her pussy with all her might while he continued his fierce plunging. Like this she brought him off. The last plunge was into a sea of come that he left floating in the very bottom of her cunt…

"In an isosceles triangle, there are two sides of equal length while the third side is shorter. The hypotenuse…" Mr. Nolte droned on in math class.

Lena shared a desk with Ellen and they passed notes under the tabletop.

"Have you ever seen a man's thingie?" read the note from Ellen.

Lena suppressed a giggle and wrote back.

"You have? Whose?" was the reply.

"My cousin's," Lena wrote back after a moment's thought.

"I have too. This weekend. I saw Jed Raleigh's," was Ellen's exciting news.

"How did you like it?" asked Lena.

Mr. Nolte was standing over them. "Give me the note," he said.

"Oh, no, please, Mr. Nolte, we'll stop passing them only…"

"Give me the note."

They sullenly gave him the slip of paper they had been writing on. They looked shamefacedly at the floor as he perused it silently before the class and then folded it into his pocket, blushing. He said, "Now everyone pay attention. No note passing." And he went back to triangles.

Lena fixed her eyes on the blackboard filling up with figures, but behind her eyes she was lost in thought. She wondered what were the circumstances under which the skinny Ellen had seen Jed Raleigh's cock. She wondered what his cock was like. Jed was in the eighth grade, one year above them. He was thirteen.

Then her mind wandered to a thought of what a cock feels like slipping inside you. Under the schoolgirl's table, a pair of schoolgirl thighs became moist. She was wearing only a thin pair of white cotton panties under her skirt and her own moist smell came up to her from under the seat. She remembered Brad King's gentle hands opening her cunt gently prior to inserting his pleasantly-sized member into her and she recalled how it went in and out gently, exciting her further as it moved. How they had reached some kind of white pitch together, at the same time, as the horses moved violently on the horizon.

Then a shudder went through her body as her mind could not help recalling a very different kind of sex: the brutality and fear of her father's bondage in the barn. The class was interrupted at that point by a knock at the door. Everyone's failing attention was awakened and turned to the door.

Through the window they saw a scruffy contorted face.

Mr. Nolte went to the door and stuck his head out into the hall. Then he turned back into the room and called, "Lena Hanson."

She heard her name being called as if through a mist and just barely managed to revive herself from her dreams and say "Yes?"

"You are dismissed from class. Go into the hall. Your father has come for you. You have to go home," said Mr. Nolte.

Was he laughing at her? Having intercepted that note he must know, Lena felt. She felt as if the whole class were laughing at her, as if they all must know what this strange midday summons from her father meant. What could she say or do? Refuse to go? Announce to the class: my father has come to get me and take me somewhere where he can rape me? Who would believe her? And she would never have the nerve to do it anyway. At least not while her father was there watching and waiting for her. He would surely kill her once he got her away, if he heard her say something like that.

Miserably, she got up from her little desk. Ellen clung to her hand under the table then let her go. Ellen's kind eyes didn't look her in the face. Ellen surely knows, she thought. Ellen senses it, even if she doesn't know exactly. She knows something horrible is wrong.

She felt the eyes of the entire class on her back as she walked to the door, and it was almost a relief to escape their curious eyes and confront her father in the hall.

"Why have you come for me?"

"Don't ask questions." He took her by the hand and started down the hall.

"And the hypotenuse of this isosceles triangle is… Ellen?" she heard Mr. Nolte's voice getting fainter.

It was very strange to be walking through the school halls with her father. It was like having one foot in the grave she enjoyed some freedom from fear, freedom from attack. They walked together down the well-lit corridors. There were pictures done by the second graders hanging on the walls in the main lobby.

Mr. Hanson nodded to the school principal, Mr. Rice, a big, bald, paunchy man in a cowboy hat. Lena's father sold his heifers to Mr. Rice, who kept a small herd of livestock.

Outside in front of the school, her father stopped to talk to Jimmy Nails, the local cop who played cards with her father on the weekends.

"Mighty nice day, Roland," said Jimmy, rocking back on the heels of his black leather boots. He was in his blue uniform, and had his cop car pulled up to the curb.

"Yep," said her father, holding her by the hand, but stopping to chew some tobacco with his friend.

"That sure is a pretty little girl you've got there. How old are you now, Lena?" the cop said patronizingly.

"Twelve," said Lena sullenly.

"She'll be thirteen in August," said her father squeezing her hand tightly.

"She sure is right pretty. Sure is. Pretty soon all the little boys in her class will be wanting to take her to see the double features down to the Rialto," Jimmy the cop spoke about her as if she were absent.