Tammy’s Pony (Bi Sex, Bestiality-woman/pony)

“How are my folks treating you, Tammy?” Priscilla asked over the phone. The young girl was sprawled out on the bed, the phone propped against her ear. “Your parents are real nice,” Tammy replied. A hint of unhappiness revealed itself in the girl’s voice. She was sitting at the bedroom window, looking at the street below. The city traffic and people bothered her. She wished she were back home on the farm in her own room. “Your parents are great, too, Tammy,” Priscilla said happily, cutting into Tammy’s homesick thoughts. “The exchange program that my school set up is really terrific!” She was bubbling with joy. “I wish I could stay here on your farm all summer.” She squirmed on her belly. The tight jeans cutting into her crotch sent a tremor through her virgin pussy. “I’m glad it’s just for two weeks, Priscilla. I can’t get used to all the noise of the city,” Tammy Hudson said. She closed her eyes, thought about Beauty, her golden pony. It was going to be a lonely two weeks. “Have you ridden Beauty yet?” “I will today,” Priscilla bubbled. “Your father is going to show him to me later. Hey, Tammy, have you met any boys yet?” “I haven’t been out of your house since I got here yesterday.” Priscilla Kirkland rolled on her back, keeping the phone to her ear. Her hand gradually combed her body, touched her small budding breasts. She giggled, “Wait until you meet the boys in the neighborhood. They’re always trying to feel you up.” Tammy was shocked. “You don’t let them, do you?” “Of course not. I’m a virgin, but it gets me hot when they try.” Her virgin pussy began to seep as her mind wandered. Tammy laughed to herself, thinking of Beauty again and when she had lost her virginity. “You don’t need boys to get hot and have fun,” Tammy said in a mysterious tone. She thought of Beauty’s long pony- cock, and she wished she were back on the farm. “What do you mean you don’t need boys?” Priscilla asked, slightly confused. “Maybe you’ll find out before you have to come back to the city.” Tammy paused, her ears straining. “Your mother’s calling me, Priscilla. I have to hang up.” “Tell them I’ll call and say hello tonight. See ya.” Priscilla hung up. Once the telephone was back in its cradle, the young virgin was able to use both hands on her small tits. She closed her eyes and sighed. “Oh, this must be what she means,” Priscilla said. Her virgin pussy pulsed. Her fingers quickly unsnapped the jeans. With a swift move, her panties went with her jeans as she pushed them down her thighs. “Mmmm!” Her trembling fingers touched the brown silky hair of her virgin cunt. Warm pussy juice greeted her fingers. Her big brown eyes widened. Warm fuck cream coated her swirling fingertips. Her free hand worked the buttons of her blouse open while the other hand was busy stroking her pussy mound. Her trembling hand slipped inside the bra and cupped a firm tit. The youth sprawled on the bed writhing in innocent passion. One hand was on a bare tit, the other on her bare pussy. Soft brown eyes turned glassy. Rippling tremors skipped lightly over her tingling flesh. “Ohhh … Mmmnnn …” Her innocent features froze into a mask of child- lust. Her frantic fingers stroked her virgin pussy and hard button clit. Pussy juice flowed from her virgin cunt. Thrashing on the bed, her soft bare ass rubbed the bedspread. Eyelids fluttered. Lips parted, soft sighs rushed out. The kneading fingers on her tit grew more demanding. Her nipples hardened. The hand on her cunt moved with urgency. Her clit stiffened–gorged with blood. “I’m … I’m … Going …” She was panting heavily. “I’m … Going … To …” “Are you in there, Priscilla?” Ben Hudson called from the other side of the locked bedroom door. Priscilla wrenched in spasms. She gasped. Her hands came suddenly away from her overheated body. “Y … Yes, Mr. Hudson …” Tammy’s father grinned broadly. “I got a surprise for you, Priscilla.” His voice rose as he talked through the door. Trembling, Priscilla yanked her panties and jeans back up and quickly snapped and zipped them. “Wait a minute … I’ll be right there,” she was in a mixture of excitement and frenzied frustration. She heaved a sigh when her blouse was finally buttoned. She slipped out of bed, fixed her shoulder-length brown hair, and went to the door. Passion still gleamed in her big brown eyes. Ben took the child’s hand, beaming. “C’mon, the surprise is out in the barn.” “Beauty?!” she squealed, anxious to see Tammy’s beautiful pony. “Yes,” Ben said, enjoying the child’s delight. Overjoyed with the prospect of seeing Tammy’s pony, Priscilla half dragged Ben across the backyard to the small barn. “C’mon, Mr. Hudson, c’mon!” The tall man laughed, holding on to Priscilla’s hand as she led him into the cool shade of the barn. “There he is.” Priscilla dropped Ben’s hand and ran to the pony’s stall. “Oh, Mr. Hudson! He’s beautiful! Beautiful!” Ben stood back a few feet, smiling at the child. She was stroking Beauty’s thick blonde mane. “Tammy thinks he is, too.” He laughed. “I hope you don’t spend as much time with Beauty as Tammy does. There’s a lot more to the farm than her pony. Tammy seems to be with him all the time.” Priscilla gave Ben Hudson a big smile. “Oh no,” she said emphatically. With loving caresses, she stroked Beauty’s golden coat. “I want to see and do everything on the farm while I’m here.” “I’m glad to hear that,” he said. “Would you like to take him for a ride?” “Can I really!” “You know how to ride?” he asked cautiously. “Yes, Mr. Hudson. My father says I’m very good.” Priscilla stepped out of the way so Mr. Hudson could saddle the pony. “Be careful,” he said. Holding the reins, he walked Beauty out into the morning sunshine. He patted the leather saddle, then gave Priscilla the reins. “Be back in time for lunch.” Quickly, Priscilla mounted the pony. “I will,” she promised. “If you follow that dirt path down to the trees, there’s a nice stream. Beauty likes to stop there for a drink.” She nodded vigorously, anxious to be on her way. With a gentle nudge of her heels, she urged the pony forward. “C’mon, boy.” She made a clucking sound, and they were off. Ben watched the happy teenager ride off. When she was beyond the field and skirting the grove of trees, he went inside the house. He hoped his daughter, Tammy, was as happy in the city as Priscilla was here in the country. Bouncing in the saddle, Priscilla enjoyed the friction against her jean-clad crotch. Having been deprived of an orgasm earlier, her cunt and clit were ultra-sensitive. Each gentle slap against the hard saddle made her tremble, made her pussy seep, her clit throb. “I’m creaming myself,” she gasped, her words being carried off in a gentle breeze. The stream was up ahead, and she tugged gently on Beauty’s reins. “Easy, boy, easy,” she soothed, sensing the pony’s excitement. She slowed him down. At the brook, Priscilla climbed off the pony’s back. “Oh, Shit!” Her legs trembled, and she leaned against Beauty for support while he drank at the flowing stream of crystal clear water. The horny teenager rubbed her slender body against the pony’s golden- colored coat. “God, I’m so hot, Beauty!” The ride, with its friction on her pussy and coupled with her interrupted sex play, had the young virgin boiling with passion. Water dribbling off his snout, Beauty snorted. He tossed his head in the air, then twisted to look at her. He snorted again and nudged Priscilla in the side. “Ohhhh!” she squealed. “You got me all wet.” She stepped back abruptly. She glanced down at herself. Her blouse was wet, and she could see her bra through the wet material. A shiver raced down her spine. Her nipples stiffened. Beauty whinnied, then nudged her again playfully like he always did with Tammy. Trembling with passion, Priscilla was caught off balance. She stumbled and fell. “Eeeewww!” Beauty pawed the soft earth and gently nudged his muzzle between Priscilla’s outstretched legs. He tossed his head in the air again, his golden blond mane swishing. The contact against her cunt was electrifying. Priscilla sat up. “Beauty, what did you do to me?” Repeating the erotic action, Beauty nestled his snout between her legs again. This time, he didn’t take his snout away. Shaken, Priscilla scrambled away from his nuzzling head. “Oooo, you’re worse than the boys I know,” she giggled, watching the pony’s head bob. She stood, her face flushed red. Her eyes quickly scanned the wooded area. Her face brightened. The place was secluded, affording her the privacy her desires needed. “Maybe you want to see my titties like the boys at home do?” she giggled impishly. She fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Dizzy with lust, she felt light-headed. Exposing herself to an animal was thrilling, had her creaming. “Now, don’t tell your friends,” she said to the pony jokingly. Tremulous sighs escaped her mouth. She draped her blouse over a low branch. Her bra quickly followed. Bare from the waist up, she jutted out her small budding tits. The plump mounds jiggled with each ragged breath she took. The nipples stood erect, hard with excitement. The warm summer breeze caressed her, and the creamy flesh became dotted with goose bumps. She staggered over to the pony. “Look at my titties, Beauty. See how big they’re getting?” She squeezed them together, making them appear larger, more plump. Beauty raised his head to look at her. His rubbery lips quivered with a snorting sound. He shook his head as he stepped forward. His wet slobbering lips touched the sizzling flesh of Priscilla’s small titties. She reeled, her head spinning. “Oh, God, your lips are so soft and wet.” Her legs were shaking. She stroked his head and rubbed her tits into his drooling mouth. “Beauty,” she sighed shakily, watching the pony slobber his warm drool over her tittie meat. Her nipples were ripe and hard. Her face lit up. “Maybe this is what Tammy meant.” Chapter 2 She stepped back, glanced down at her tits. They were soaked with pony spit and flushed pink from his nuzzling. Her plump tits felt swollen and heavy. “Do you lick Tammy’s tits, Beauty?” she asked him. At hearing his name, Beauty waved his head in the air as if to answer. He brought his slobbering lips back to the creamy flesh of tittie meat. She tasted sweet, just like Tammy. His rubbery lips gnawed gently. “Ah … ahhh … ahhh! Don’t bite me,” she gasped heatedly. Warm cunt juice saturated the crotch of her bikini panties as she stood in front of the pony. Her knees trembled. Head in the clouds, she backed away from the hungry pony. Her passion had made her bold, reckless. With a carefree air, she took off her panties and jeans. She stood totally naked. She staggered back to the pony, wrapped her arms around his thick neck and hugged him. Then passion took over. “Un, un, un!” Moaning deliriously, she rubbed and squeezed her tits against his golden coat. Her tits scraped back and forth against the prickling hair. Needle-sharp hairs tortured her delicate skin. Drunk with passionate lust, Priscilla slipped a bare foot into the stirrup and hefted herself up into the saddle. Naked and horny, she sat quaking astride the pony’s back. “Oooo, Beauty!” she gasped, swaying in the saddle. “Ohhhh, shit.” Hot buttery pussy cream oozed from her virgin cunt and soaked the smooth leather saddle. “Oooo, God!” The golden pony pawed the earth. His tail, thick and long, swished back and forth. Soft neighs came from his mouth. His animal instincts picked up the child’s passion. Priscilla rocked on the pony’s back. Her overheated pussy pulsed. Warm juicy cunt cream flooded the virgin channel of her hole. She felt light-headed, dizzy. Beauty tossed his head in the air. His golden mane swished over his thick-muscled neck. He whinnied, snorted, his rubbery lips quivering. The air around them reeked with sex. Priscilla grabbed the saddle horn, held it tight. “Unnn!” Brown eyes turned glassy. “Ooo, Beauty!” She slid her pussy back and forth in the saddle, greasing the sleek leather with hot sticky cream. “Ooooo!” Her small firm tits jiggled. Her nipples, swollen with blood and rosy pink, throbbed. She squirmed in the saddle. It was getting harder and harder to keep her balance. “Ohhh, shit! Beauty! Don’t move!” The pony, agitated by the child’s squeals and her passion, began to step back and forth. His head snapped around, his wet sticky lips brushing against the smooth flesh of Priscilla’s knees. His balls, heavy with thick pony jizz, swayed between his powerful hind legs. He snorted. “Ahhhh!” She shook, released the saddle horn, and leaned forward. Gripping the pony around his neck, she rubbed her swollen clit into the hardness of the horn. Lights flashed behind her fluttering eyes. “Don’t move! Don’t move!” Beauty obeyed. He calmed down, stopped pawing the earth. His balls rumbled and the tip of his huge cock peeked from the sheath. He bucked with one quick snap of his head. “Aghhhh!” Priscilla screamed, almost falling off the pony’s back. She held him tighter. Her hips moved from side to side. Her ass cheeks jerked back and forth. Warm cream continued to flow from her virgin hole. “Oooo,” she sighed, floating on a cloud of passion. “No wonder Tammy misses the farm.” She was overwhelmed with passion. “I never would have left.” She squeezed Beauty’s neck. Her cunt squished on the saddle. The sounds reached her ears. She leaned forward as far as possible. “Does Tammy do this?” A lewd giggle escaped her mouth. She sat up again in the saddle, tall, her back straight, her tits jutting out proudly. Panting, she brought her trembling body momentarily under control. She stared glassy-eyed across the stream. Being naked out in the open and sitting on a pony overwhelmed the child. It was unbelievable, but true. It blew her young mind. Using her hands, she caressed her own sizzling tittie meat. Tender strokes, light touches. Her hands became more urgent, more demanding. Kneading fingers dug into the pulpy flesh. Everything started to spin. She fell forward again and grabbed hold of Beauty’s thick golden mane. “I’m gonna ride you. Cream your saddle.” The pony snorted as if he understood the child’s delirium. His tail slapped over his rump, and he shook his head. Priscilla moaned. “Ooooh, shit!” Holding his mane in her tight grasp, the horny teenager slammed her clit into the saddle horn. Lights exploded behind her glazed brown eyes. She blinked rapidly, an orgasm building deep in her virgin cunt. “Oooo, pony boy. I’m gonna cum. Holy Christ!” The realization of what she had said hit her like a ton of bricks. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. Her hips moved faster. Pussy juice flowed faster. Her cunt muscles, untested and inexperienced, pulsed against her empty canal. Oozing fuck cream greased her untouched hole. With her thighs fused to the beast’s sides, her cunt flush against the smooth leather saddle, and her clit banging into the hard horn, Priscilla’s virgin pussy exploded like never before. “I’m cumming!” she squealed, her shrill excited voice filtering through the trees. “I’m cumming!” Beauty sensed the child’s passion. He whinnied, swished his head back and forth. His agitated noises blended with the child’s squeals of joy. His tail flashed over his rump, and he began to paw the earth again. This time Priscilla was too involved with her orgasm to know or to care. She bucked on his back, clung to his mane. Her tits bounced. Her brown hair swished over her bare back as her head snapped from side to side. Brown eyes stared up, through the trees. Everything was spinning. “Ahhh! I’m creaming! Creaming!” She rode the frenzied pony as if he were a bucking horse at the rodeo, with hard jerking forward thrusts. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Virgin pussy cum gushed from her exploding cunt hole. Her tits felt as if they too would burst. Recklessly, she rode the pony. “Ahhhh!” Shuddering spasms attacked her body. She swayed, fell forward, gripped the pony’s neck. “Beauty! Beauty!” she squealed, holding on for dear life. “Oooo, Beauty!” She slammed her clit into the hard leather horn. Explosions rumbled in her virgin cunt. Her pussy-lips slid effortlessly along the smooth greased saddle. Ass cheeks jiggled with each reckless jab of her hips. The pony was responding to the child’s screams and the passion that surrounded them. His huge cock poked its head from its sheath. He gave a high shrill whinny. He stepped back and forth, snapping his head from side to side. Priscilla almost fell. The animal’s agitation and her own wild abandonment had almost toppled her from the pony’s back. “Ohhh!” Her eyes rolled, dilated. Her cunt mashed over and over again into the leather horn. Her head snapped back. Everything turned fuzzy, gray. “Ohhh … noooo!” Dizzy, her cunt still pulsing in orgasm, she began to slip off the pony’s back. Wild-eyed, she grabbed the horn. She slipped from the pony’s back like hot melted butter. On a soft blanket of grass, she writhed in agonizing bliss. She skittered down from the dizzy heights her orgasm had taken her to. Goose bumps dotted her smooth tingling flesh. “Ooo, Beauty,” she moaned. Still on her back, she blinked the golden pony into focus. She pulled herself up into a sitting position. Heart beats thumped in her heaving chest. She looked around. It was like a dream, a fantastic dream. A sensuous smile adorned her face. Beauty lowered his head and nibbled his lips over her glowing tittie flesh. He snorted. The scent of her wet cunt flared his nostrils. He bent his long neck lower and tried to attack her pussy. “Nooo!” Priscilla squealed, scrambling away from the animal. “No, more!” She giggled, crawled away and stood. “Ohh, God, you’re horny.” She grabbed her clothes, dressed quickly. “Now we’d better get back.” She looked at the saddle. It was soaked with pussy juice. “Oh shit!” Priscilla pulled her blouse out of her jeans, wiped the saddle with it, then tucked it back inside. “Next time, I won’t use a saddle.” She climbed back on the pony. Tremors rippled through her pussy as she headed back to the farmhouse. Chapter 3 Ellen and Ben Hudson smiled benignly at Priscilla who was wolfing down her lunch. “Riding Beauty sure gave you an appetite, didn’t it, Priscilla?” Mrs. Hudson said. She was tall, blonde, and blue-eyed an older version of her teenage daughter, Tammy. Priscilla glanced up sheepishly. Her cheeks were flushed pink. Her brown eyes sparkled. “Yes, it did, Mrs. Hudson.” She swallowed the rest her food. “It’s so beautiful around here. Much nicer than the city.” Ben wrapped an arm around his wife and looked at Priscilla. “Ellen and I are going into town this afternoon. Would you like to join us?” Priscilla’s heart leaped into her throat. A chance to be with Beauty again, alone. She swallowed hard, thinking about the possibilities. “Thank you, Mr. Hudson, but I’d rather stay here on the farm and explore. Would you mind?” “Not at all,” Ellen said. “We’re glad you like it here.” “Yes, I do!” Priscilla bubbled. Her mind was on the golden pony and nothing else. “While we’re gone, you can take Beauty out for another ride if you like,” Ellen suggested. At the mention of Beauty, Priscilla’s cheeks burned. “Oh no, I think I’ll just walk around and explore on my own,” she lied. Ben pushed himself from the table. “Good. You don’t want to spend all your time with the pony. There’s a lot to see here in the country.” Ben’s eyes shifted to his wife. “Ellen, I’ll go get the pickup.” He turned for the door. “I’ll be right there, honey, as soon as I clear away the dishes,” Ellen called back. Priscilla stood at the screen door waving good-bye at Mr. and Mrs. Hudson pulling away in their Pickup. She waited until they were out of sight. Her heart skipped wildly, thinking about the afternoon with Beauty. “Here I come, Beauty,” she muttered softly to herself. She ran down the back steps, the screen door slamming shut behind her. Long strides brought her quickly to the barn. “Beauty, I got something for you.” She giggled, closed and locked the barn door. She didn’t want the Hudsons’ coming home unexpectedly and catching her naked with Tammy’s pony. She went to the pony’s stall. “Oh boy, are we going to have fun!” She stroked his bare back. “Lots and lots of fun.” The pony nudged her, acknowledged her presence with his cold nose. The thick blonde tail swished back and forth across his rump. He was happy to see his new friend. Her insides quaking, Priscilla led the pony out of his stall. She stared into his sorrowful-looking brown eyes. “Do you want to lick my tits again, pretty pony? I know lots of boys in the city who would.” She giggled devilishly. She petted the side of his head. Beauty nuzzled his nose at Priscilla playfully, knocking the teenager into a pile of hay. His cold wet nose went between her outstretched legs. Snorting, he rubbed her virgin crotch. Nervously, Priscilla laughed. She was a little frightened and a lot excited. “Ohhhh, Beauty! Do you do this to Tammy?” She rolled away from his persistent muzzle and scrambled to her feet. Strands of hay clung to her shirt and hair. “You’ll get me soon enough, you horny prick.” With loving strokes, she caressed his bare back. The muscles rippled underneath the pony’s sleek coat. She shivered excitedly, sensing the power in the beautiful animal. “Ohhhh,” she cooed dreamily. “It’s going to be better cumming on your bare back than in the saddle.” The prickling sensation of his rough coat against her naked tits came rushing back to her. It sent tremors down her spine. Priscilla backed away from the golden pony. Her wide innocent brown eyes looked to the barn door to make sure it was locked. She felt safer here than at the stream. The assured privacy gave her a sense of freedom. “I’m so hot,” she moaned. She stood in front of the pony. Her hands trembled. “I’m going to strip for you, Beauty.” Hot rippling tremors warmed the spongy depths of her virgin twat. She slipped off her blouse, her brown eyes glassy with desire. Beauty stepped close to the child, nudged her, then whinnied. The barn reeked of the child’s sex. Beauty sensed it, became anxious, expectant. He was used to it. Tammy, his young mistress, had done it many times. “Not yet,” she giggled, backing away. “Wait until I’m naked.” Priscilla slipped her bra off, laid it over the side of the stall with her blouse. She cupped her budding mounds in her hands. Her knees shook, and she stopped playing with herself for a moment. “God!” she gasped. She plopped back in the hay and eased her jeans down, then kicked them off. Her heart was beating wildly. “Ooo, I wish you were a boy.” She stood on wobbly legs. Beauty wasn’t going to be put off. He used his head, pressed it against her belly. His nose was cold and flared. A snort came from his rubbery lips as the erotic scent of Priscilla’s turned-on cunt burned into his brain. Priscilla danced away. Wanton and burning with passion, she came around to his side. Her flesh tingled as she rubbed her tits into his flank. “Oooo, God, will I cream your back!” Beauty twisted his head, nibbling his smooth slobbering lips against her sizzling flesh. His balls swelled, loaded with cum. Like his mistress, he too was frustrated. He bumped the child, his thick cock protruding from his sheath. Quickly, she skimmed off her panties. She pranced around the barn, totally naked. She exhibited herself in front of the animal. “I’d like to see Tammy do this for us both,” she sighed. The idea made her pussy cream. She walked by Beauty, took his thick tail and rubbed it through her crotch, wetting it with pussy juice. Beauty turned abruptly and bumped his head against her. His rubbery lips found the child’s tits. Wet slobber drooled from his mouth. “Oooo, Beauty, your mouth is great. Oooo!” She leaned against the stall, reveling in the horny pony’s warm saliva. Beauty nuzzled his cold nose between the teenager’s small, perfectly shaped tits. Her whimpering sighs were arousing him. His bloated cock peeked out, growing larger each minute. Priscilla was reeling. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” She squirmed, her brown eyes glowing with fire. “Let me get on your back.” She twisted away. Pony spit covered her tits. The small nipples were swollen, sore. The tips were painfully hard. Free of his fantastic lips, Priscilla grabbed his thick mane and hauled herself up on the pony’s back. Hot spasms attacked her pussy and she almost fell off. With the horny child on his back, Beauty calmed down. He backed slowly away from the stall as Priscilla squirmed on his back. “Ohhhh, Christ!” Priscilla cried. She held his mane in her tight grasp. Her thighs were clenched tight against his flanks. “I’m creaming! Creaming!” The golden pony stopped in the middle of the small barn. He allowed the child on his back to do as she wished. He was trained. Tammy did this every chance she could get. Priscilla twisted her hips. Lights flashed behind her eyes. It was exquisite. Better than with the saddle. She humped, her heels digging into Beauty’s flanks. With reckless abandonment, the horny teenager ground her virgin pussy into the pony’s back. Tits bouncing, head snapping from side to side, she drenched his golden coat in a deluge of warm milky pussy-cream. “Oooo! Beauty! I’m gonna …” The words remained trapped in her throat. Long tormenting humps dragged her pussy over his coarse hair. Tiny needles pricked the swollen lips of her cunt and the exposed bloated tip of her blood-engorged clit. She was delirious. She bucked on him, her brown eyes disappearing into her skull. She ground her clit into his coat. Lightning bolts of pleasure ripped through her cunt hole. Falling forward, she gripped the pony around the neck. Her tits mashed into his neck. Warm fuck juices seeped from her pussy. Gliding back, she fused her naked body to the animal. “Mmmm,” she hummed, glassy-eyed and crazed with lust. “Ohhh, shit, Beauty.” She hugged him tightly with her legs, swaying precariously on his back. “Oooo!” Beauty pawed the earth. The child’s squeals, like those of his young mistress, were making him nervous. He tossed his head back. Priscilla screamed. He snorted, backed up, then moved forward. A loud neigh came from his mouth. Priscilla was out of her head. She jabbed her cunt into his sleek coat. Her eyelids fluttered. Spasms ripped through her cunt. Her nipples, swollen and sore, scraped against his coat. “I’m gonna cum!” It was even more fantastic than before. Wild jolts shot through her virgin cunt. “I’m cumming! Cumming!” Priscilla mashed her clit into Beauty’s back. Her hips jerked. Hot oozing pussy cum flowed over the animal’s back. Beauty jerked, his head flipping up as Priscilla’s heels slammed into his flank. He whinnied. She screamed. One violent explosive orgasm ripped through her cunt. She fell from the pony’s back, ending up in the hay. Panting, she blinked the spinning barn into focus. Priscilla writhed in the soft hay. She was trapped at the peak, unable to get off. “No, no, no,” she whimpered in her delirium. “Oooo, nooo!” Beauty came over to the moaning teenager. He nuzzled his lips over her face affectionately. Warm drool coated her skin. “Nnnnn,” she moaned, crazed with lust. She gasped, then opened her mouth. Beauty’s thick tongue found the child’s throat. He soaked her in sticky spit. His rubbery lips kept the dazed excited teenager swirling at the summit. Wet lips and an urgent tongue swept Priscilla’s neck, then dined on the searing hot tittie meat of her flushed nubile body. “Oooo, Beauty!” The crazed teenager twisted in the hay. Some of the hay pricked her ass, stabbed between her thighs, hitting her cunt and clit. “Oooo, Christ! I’ve died and gone to heaven!” With the pony feasting on her tits and upper body, Priscilla drifted from one pleasurable moment to the next. Dreamy smiles and glazed eyes were aimed at the beast. Lovingly she stroked his forehead, scratched him. Her hips rotated, the hay torturing her cunt and ass. “Oh! Ohhh! Ohhh!” Beauty, used to the ranting cries of his mistress, continued to lick and nibble diligently on Priscilla’s sizzling hot body. He soaked the flushed skin of her tits, moved down, nibbled on her rib cage, then her belly. He tossed his head up and whinnied. “Don’t stop!” Priscilla cried. She was frantic, afraid he was done, “Nooo! Lick me! Lick me!” She thrashed in the hay, a hot bubbling package of naked dynamite. She reached for him, eyes wide, mouth open. She arched her back, twisted. Beauty had no intention of stopping. Having acquired a taste for pussy over the last two years, Beauty was ready to dine on the succulent meat between Priscilla’s thighs. He gobbled at the child’s thrashing hips as if he knew that the longer he tormented the squealing girl, the more pleasure she would receive. “Ooo, yessss!” she screamed. Her voice echoed in the small barn. His warm spit ignited flames deep in her virgin pussy. “Unnnn, Beauty!” Upward thrusts smacked her belly into his muzzle. Beauty caught the heavenly scent of Priscilla’s pussy. He gave the child a soft rumbling, his lips quivering against her cunt. He buried his blunt snout between her outstretched legs. Priscilla’s mind came unglued. “Ahhhh! Ohhhh!” She went into wild contortions. She jammed hard, ground her virgin cunt against the soft lips and hard teeth of the hungry pony. Beauty tossed his head high, then quickly brought it back to the delicious meat of Priscilla’s pussy. He gobbled, snorting as warm fuck cream gushed into his flared nostrils and into his large mouth. Quick bangs against her cunt with his head had Priscilla screaming in pleasure. “Ayieeee!” Priscilla was overwhelmed. Passion wreaked havoc on her virgin body. Nothing had prepared her for this. The animal’s lips, tongue and hard teeth were driving her crazy. One twist in her crazed state threw her over on her stomach. Sanity was gone, lust reigned. She squirmed in the hay, gasping for air. Moans escaped from her dribbling mouth. The surprised pony feasted on the jiggling meat of her ass. Loud slurping noises blended with Priscilla’s whimpering cries. He nuzzled his lips between the cheeks of her ass. “Oooo, Christ!” She squirmed in the hay. With her tits and belly soaked, the hay stuck to her. “Unnn! Unnnn!” She was hysterical, out of her mind. Beauty jammed his snout into Priscilla’s ass. His tongue dragged over the wrinkled crack of her asshole. Warm spit drenched her ass. He snorted, nibbled with his lips. “Aghhhh!” She jammed back, smacking her ass into the pony’s face. “Ohhhh!” Thrashing in the pile of hay, Priscilla kicked her feet up and down. Wild screams filled the barn. Beauty enjoyed the child’s body. His chomping lips feasted between her ass checks. Warm spit drooled from his noisy mouth, soaked her tight wrinkled ass crack. His greedy lips and tongue chewed her ass, the scent of her pussy making him snort in agitation. “Ohhh!” Priscilla squealed, dragging herself up on her hands and knees. Hot flashes tormented her body. She rocked in the hay. Her small swollen tits ached. Everything seemed distorted, out of focus. She turned her head, strained to see the pony as he slopped his lips and tongue through her parted thighs. “Chew me! Chew me!” She shoved back, ground her ass into the beast’s hard snout. “Ahhhh!” The golden pony chewed. He shook his head. His rubbery lips and frantic tongue made Priscilla shriek in joy. His cock was growing huge, almost fully exposed from its sheath. Priscilla’s elbows buckled. She crashed back into the hay. She uttered a shrill scream, a gasp of delight as she twisted onto her back. “Oooo! Eat me! Eat my pussy!” The words were out before she realized their meaning. She lifted her head, saw the pony between her legs. Beauty jammed his hard snout into the child’s pussy. His tongue dined between the puffy folds of her virgin cunt. Warm buttery fuck cream greeted him. He slopped it up, treating the cunt juice as a delicacy. Priscilla went wild. She humped, slammed her cunt into his rubbery lips. Her hands raked her sweaty, hay-strewn flesh. Her nipples felt as if they would burst. “Eat me, sucker! Oooo, eat my pussy!” Hay jabbed her ass cheeks, and between her crack. It added to her pleasure. Legs spread wide, she slashed her pussy against the gobbling mouth of the golden pony. Beauty’s thick tongue forced the puffy folds of her virgin pussy apart. He met the barrier of her cherry. Snorting, his lips found another pleasure–her clit. With her clit caught between the pony’s slobbering lips, Priscilla went crazy. She clamped her thighs together, capturing the pony’s head. With him a prisoner, she mangled her pussy against his hard teeth. “Yesss, Beauty! Chew me! Oooo!” Beauty chewed voraciously. His lips held her clit. He jerked his head. The friction on Priscilla’s sex button was devastating. Hot fuck-cream and loud screams made him horny, frenzied. His long cock throbbed, completely exposed now in anticipation. Tammy his mistress had always taken care of him. Delirious, Priscilla became swept up in her first truly fantastic orgasm. Her own fingers, the ride earlier in the saddle, were nothing compared to the next few minutes. She soared. “I’m cumming!” It overwhelmed her. “I’m cumming!” Her pleasure filled the barn. The high-pitched shrills made the pony’s ears flick, made his muscles ripple under the sleek golden coat. He chomped on her clit, gushing pussy cum drenching him. Snorts kept his nostrils clear. His prick throbbed. His balls, heavy with jizz, ached. He shook his head, Priscilla’s slim teenage body holding tight, going with his every frantic move. She rode his muzzle as if it were a saddle. Twisting, she ground her clit into his teeth, Her brown eyes rolled, stared blankly at the spinning ceiling. Her hands clawed tender tittie meat. “I’m cumming! Ohhh, Beauty!” Priscilla’s face was contorted in lust. Spittle dribbled from the corners of her gasping mouth. She fixed a dazed stare on the animal between her thighs. Beauty, used to the noise, used to the hacking against his lips and teeth, continued to chomp and delight the howling child with his nibbling lips and slapping tongue. His golden mane slashed over her viselike thighs, caressing her sensitive flesh. He wedged tight against her pussy, cum still gushing over him. Wildly and with no concern about herself or her pussy, Priscilla whacked her cunt into the animal’s muzzle. Her clit pulsed. Hot cum flooded her empty pussy hole. Muscles, deprived of cockmeat, beat jealously against the tight narrow canal of her virgin cunt. The end was in sight. She hammered her body mercilessly at the beast. The animal accepted it. One climax after another bombarded her young virgin body. “Oh! Beauty! I can’t … stop!” Shrill gasps and lunging thrusts followed. She surrendered to the tremendous power of her fabulous orgasms. Head reeling under the intensity of her orgasms, she grayed out. Drifting in and out of consciousness as the animal devoured her cunt, Priscilla squirmed, blinking herself out of the gray fuzzy world she kept floating into. Under the impact of Priscilla’s climax, Beauty lifted his head, lips still fused to her pussy. He took the crazed child with him. He twisted his thick-muscled neck. Priscilla went for the ride. Cum flooded his nose, his mouth. He tossed his head again. Weak, Priscilla lost her grip. She flipped, rolled over. “Ayyieee!” She rolled to a stop. Each muscle in her body collapsed at the same moment. She lay gasping for air, a naked rag doll covered with hay. She tried focusing, found Beauty with her glassy eyes. “Oooo,” she moaned in a daze. She saw his cock and gasped. Blinking, she didn’t believe her own eyes. She fainted for a moment. Opening her eyes, she crawled over and grabbed her clothes. She glanced at the pony as she strained each muscle in an attempt to get dressed. Beauty, frustrated and horny, was in his stall pawing the earth in frenzied agitation. He lifted his head and gave a loud angry whinny, his golden mane flying. Priscilla gasped, staggered to the barn door. Hay scraped under her clothes against her flesh. She stared back at Beauty. She was a little frightened. Innocence kept her from understanding the animal’s problem. She threw open the door and stepped out into the bright afternoon sunshine. She turned around, looked in the barn. It was like coming out of a dream. She stumbled to the farmhouse. “Jesus, I gotta get clean before they come home.” She giggled weakly and went inside. Chapter 4 Later that night, Priscilla sat curled up in a chair. Her eyes were trained on the television, but her ears were tuned to Ben. He was talking to his daughter, Tammy, on the phone. Priscilla couldn’t wait until it was her turn to talk with Tammy. She fidgeted impatiently in the living room chair, unable to concentrate on the TV show. “I’m through,” Ben said to Priscilla. “You can talk to her now.” Priscilla leaped out of the chair. “Can I take it upstairs in the bedroom?” She wanted privacy. The things she was planning to say, she didn’t want Tammy’s parents to hear. “Sure,” laughed Ben, “why not?” “Thanks, Mr. Hudson.” Priscilla scampered upstairs to the bedroom. Panting, she grabbed the extension. “You can hang up now, Mr. Hudson. I got it,” she said to Ben over the phone. Ben chuckled to himself, then hung up. He turned to his wife. “I’ll bet they spend the rest of the night talking on the phone.” Ellen smiled. “Yeah, about boys.” Ben shook his head. “I’m glad Priscilla’s father is paying for this phone call,” he said with obvious relief. When Priscilla heard the click, she heaved a sigh. “Are my parents around, Tammy?” “No, they went out. Your mother said to call in the morning.” “Good. We can talk. I’m up in your room. Where are you?” Tammy yawned. Boredom and frustrated passion were gnawing at her mind and body. “I’m up in your bed … naked.” “Whew,” Priscilla whooshed. With what she wanted to tell Tammy, being naked sounded exciting. “Hold on a minute … I’m going to take off my clothes, too.” Tammy’s mood instantly brightened. She waited for Priscilla to return to the line, gently stroking her silky blonde pussy hair. A dreamy smile played at her mouth. She wondered if Priscilla had discovered any of Beauty’s unique talents. “I’m back,” Priscilla panted, her excitement growing. She lay on her back, her legs spread, her fingers gently moved up and down her lithe naked body. “I’m naked too, Tammy.” Tammy slipped her fingers into her moist cunt. No cherry skin barred her way. Beauty had taken care of that months ago. “Have you been riding Beauty?” Tammy asked wistfully, thinking of how much she missed him. Priscilla gave a dirty giggle. “I’ve been doing more than that.” “Tell me about it,” Tammy said. Her mood brightened even more. Priscilla’s voice lowered to a conspiratorial tone. “This morning down by the stream I rode him naked and creamed all over the saddle.” “Is that all?” Tammy said with disappointment. She brought her fingers out of her cunt. Casually, she snatched up the warm fuck juices with her tongue. “While your parents were in town this afternoon I was in the barn with Beauty …” She let the sentence hang, hoping to change Tammy’s apparent disinterest. “I hope you did more than just sit naked in the saddle?” Doing that was old hat to the little farm girl. Tammy had done those things when she was a kid. “I did a lot more than that,” Priscilla bragged. “Beauty licked my tits and my pussy, and I came all over his mouth.” The young virgin shuddered from the memory. Tammy’s interest had been piqued only slightly. “Did you see Beauty’s cock?” she asked, wishing his prick were between her legs at this very moment. The image of Beauty’s cock flashed through Priscilla’s mind. “Yes,” she gasped, “it was so big! I feel like I dreamt it.” “Did you play with it?” Tammy’s pussy was drooling a gooey cream. The phone nestled against her neck, her hands were free to caress her plump tits as she spoke. “Oh no!” Priscilla exclaimed. “Oh shit,” Tammy spat, “my poor pony!” The innocence in Priscilla’s voice showed through. “What do you mean?” “Never mind,” Tammy replied. Depressed, Tammy didn’t want to talk anymore. “I gotta hang up, Priscilla. Don’t forget to call your parents tomorrow.” Without waiting for a reply, Tammy hung up, leaving a bewildered Priscilla holding a dead phone. “Damn, damn, damn,” Tammy muttered angrily. She squirmed naked on the bed. Her hands roamed her sizzling hot flesh. “Why did I ever agree to come to the city!” Three fingers gouged into her wet steamy pussy. “Unnnn … I wish my fingers were your cock, Beauty,” she squealed. “Shit, I want your nice hard pony-cock.” Tammy stroked her pussy. Warm cunt juice flowed over her caressing fingers. Her ripe teenage hips rotated. Her softly curved ass cheeks rubbed against the sheet. “Shit,” she gasped. One hand mauled a plump tit. The swollen nipple burned against her palm. “I need your cock, Beauty.” Blue eyes turned glassy. She flicked her tongue out over her lips. She hummed, pretending Beauty’s cock was caressing her lips. She opened her mouth, imagined his hard pony-prick entering her throat. Sticky cream gushed from her cunt. The muscles in her pussy responded to her wandering mind. Spongy walls, oozing cream, beat a steady tattoo against the empty channel of her hot pussy. “Oooo, let me cum,” she whimpered. “I gotta cum!” Tammy twisted, frustrated, desperate. It had been ages since the horny child had had to resort to her fingers. Beauty, his fantastic lips and even more fantastic cock, had served her needs completely. Now, she was alone. The beautiful child, her blonde hair strewn about the pillow and her flushed face, twisted in agony. “Oooo, Beauty. Your cock! Nice hard cock!” The teenager was delirious. She fucked three fingers into her pulsing pussy. Hot cushiony muscles grabbed hungrily at her fucking fingers. Tammy released her jiggling tits. They were red from the rough treatment she had given them. She brought her hand down, then curled her fingers through the silky strands of her sparse blonde pussy hair. With one hand she fucked her stiff fingers in and out of her bubbling cunt. With her other hand she manhandled the bloated clit poking out of its sheath. “Unnnn! Christ! I need … need you, Beauty!” Hot gasping breaths escaped from her mouth. Pussy juice flowed. Her tits floundered. Her fingers worked frantically on her hole and clit. Tammy closed her eyes tightly, recalling a perfect image of Beauty’s gorgeous cock. Spasms attacked her cunt in a jealous rage and milked her fingers. She began to shake. Her orgasm was coming closer. Her long legs, slim, curved sensuously, began to slap up and down on the bed. Her blue eyes gazed at the ceiling. In her excited state, a vision of Beauty’s cock and balls was there to greet her. “Oooo! Beauty. Cum in my mouth … my pussy … all over me!” The child was caught up in her whirlwind passion. Her frenzied fingers mangled her clit, gouged the spongy pulsing walls of her pussy. “Cock! Cock! Cock!” she chanted, crazed with lust. “Oooo! I need my pussy filled.” Tammy thrashed and writhed on the bed. Her hot flesh tingled, became dotted with goose bumps. Her face contorted in bliss. Her tits flopped and her nipples swelled painfully, the tips hard. Her gaze was glued to the vision of Beauty and his magnificent cock on the ceiling. A naked Priscilla became part of that image. Her head snapped from side to side. Her body was trembling. The image of Priscilla was the catalyst. Tammy struggled to the peak. Her pussy exploded. “I’m … cumming! God, I’m cumming!” Deep in her scalding cunt, tremors raced out of control. Her legs slammed up and down. Her hips gyrated frantically. Blood surged through her veins, gorged her clit. Hot cum gushed from the pulsating walls of her cunt. It drenched her fingers, flowed out of her pussy hole, down the cheeks of her jiggling ass. She pinched her clit hard. “Ayyyieee!” Tammy humped her fucking fingers. The image on the ceiling faded, became sharp, then faded again. She wriggled uncontrollably on the bed. A jolt rocked her. “Ooo … shit!” Her body seemed to freeze in midair. She shook, then collapsed back on the bed. “Shit! Shit!” she cursed, trembling in bitter frustration. She rolled over onto her belly and pounded the pillow. “I’m going home tomorrow,” she vowed. “I can’t stand it without Beauty.” With her decision made, her mood changed. “Maybe I’ll have a little fun with Priscilla, too,” she said. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. At last, after what seemed like hours, sleep came. Chapter 5 Priscilla stirred. The sound of a car and its blaring horn woke her. She scrambled out of bed and staggered to the window, forgetting for the moment about her nudity. She peeked out through the curtains. “Daddy!” she cried, recognizing her father’s car. Dressed in a flash, she ran downstairs to greet him. Suddenly, she realized she didn’t know why he was here. “Your father’s outside with Ben,” Mrs. Hudson said as Priscilla came dashing into the kitchen. Priscilla froze in her tracks, her eyes fixed on Tammy. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at my house?” Her heart sank. If Tammy was here she would have to leave. That was the last thing she wanted. “I got homesick.” Her blue eyes sparkled. She noticed the panic on Priscilla’s face and knew why it was there. “Why don’t you go out and say hello to your father. We’ll talk later.” Priscilla felt choked. She nodded and went after her father on the back porch. “Prissy!” Doug said, spotting his daughter emerging from the house. Priscilla went into his arms. “Daddy! Daddy!” After they hugged, Doug looked at his daughter at arm’s length. “I can only stay a minute. Do you want to come home with me?” he asked. Priscilla wriggled out of his grasp. Her brown eyes darted from her father’s face to Ben’s, then back to her father’s. “Do I have to?” She searched her father’s face for an answer. “It’s up to Ben,” Doug said. “With his daughter home, he might not have enough room.” Pleading brown eyes turned to Ben. “Can I stay, Mr. Hudson? Can I?” Ben gave the child a wide friendly grin. “Sure, Priscilla, we have plenty of room. You can either sleep with Tammy, or have your own room.” “Oh, thank you, Mr. Hudson,” Priscilla beamed happily. Holding her father’s hand, she walked him to the car. She kissed his cheek once he was behind the wheel. “You be good, Prissy,” Doug reminded. “Call your mother this afternoon.” “I will, Daddy.” Priscilla kissed him again, then stood watching him drive away. Priscilla joined Tammy inside, and, after breakfast, they went up to Tammy’s room. The two teenagers were silent. Each looked at the other. Last night’s conversation over the phone was uppermost in each of their minds. Having met only once before the exchange program, the two children were naturally shy towards each other. Talking over the phone was one thing, but in person … Tammy, the bolder of the two and the more experienced, gave Priscilla a quick smile and broke the silence. “I wasn’t homesick. I just hate to be away from Beauty.” Priscilla’s face reddened. “I know what you mean.” Her nipples were stiffening behind her bra. Fuck juice, warm and sticky, began to grease the virgin lining of her pussy. Tammy plopped on the bed. Again, she smiled at Priscilla. “Last night, the things you told me got me hot. It made me want Beauty’s cock.” “What do you do with Beauty’s cock?” Priscilla had wanted to ask her last night, but Tammy had hung up. “Ohhh, lots of things, Priscilla.” Tammy felt older than the innocent- looking city girl. “Living on a farm, you get to know about sex early.” Priscilla giggled nervously. “You can learn about sex in the city, too, Tammy. If you let the boys play with you, like they want to all the time.” “Yeah, but with my pony I don’t have to worry about my reputation.” Tammy studied Priscilla. Her blazing blue eyes settled on her new friend’s small pulpy tits which strained against the blouse. The innocent city girl shivered under the blatant stare of the little farm girl. “I’m not as big as you on top,” Priscilla said. Tammy fiddled with the buttons of her shirt. “Maybe you would be, if Beauty had been licking your tits for two years.” Tammy opened three buttons, exposed her creamy skin. Priscilla sucked in her breath sharply. “Christ, two years!” Tammy giggled dirtily. “Beauty was slobbering on my tits and pussy before I had my period,” she bragged. “I’ve been playing with his cock just as long.” She kept to herself about when she lost her cherry to Beauty. She planned on telling Priscilla that later. “God.” Awed by Tammy’s revelations, Priscilla could only stare. Tammy’s fingers hypnotized her as they continued to unbutton the rest of her plaid shirt. Tammy slipped the shirt off. Plump ripe tittie meat spilled from the lacy confines of her white bra. “Why don’t you take your blouse off, too, Priscilla?” “I will, if you tell me all about Beauty’s cock,” Priscilla said. Already her fingers were fumbling with the buttons. Before Tammy could speak, Priscilla had her blouse off. “Your bra, too,” Tammy giggled, flipping hers to the floor. The blonde farm girl cupped the pliant globes of her tits and jiggled them. Priscilla’s breath caught in her throat, and she followed suit. Her small fleshy mounds were soon exposed to Tammy’s horny gaze. She heaved a sigh, her nipples swelling with blood. “You ever do this with a girl before?” Tammy asked. She was kneading her own tits. The large round sensitive nipples were erect, swollen. “No, I’ve never done this before,” Priscilla said breathlessly. She watched Tammy fondle her large ripe tits. “Have you ever done it with another girl?” Tammy giggled devilishly. “No, but last night when I decided to come back home, I thought about doing it with you.” The shy city girl couldn’t keep her gaze off Tammy’s tits. Her breath came in short ragged little pickets of rushed air. “Tell me all about Beauty’s cock.” “I will, after I see your pussy,” Tammy said. To help Priscilla along, Tammy skimmed off her own tight jeans. Priscilla’s innocent brown eyes popped. Her mouth dried up. She gawked at the moist crotch of Tammy’s panties. Tammy kept her legs spread wide, enjoying the city girl’s steady gaze. Her hand rubbed over her juicy crotch. “Are you as wet and juicy as I am, Priscilla?” Priscilla’s frantic fingers unsnapped her jeans, pulled down her zipper. Her gaze was still locked on the farm girl’s wet panty-crotch. She pushed her jeans down, wriggled her legs. Her pants dropped to her ankles. Blue eyes wide, Tammy ogled Priscilla’s beautiful body. “Take off your panties,” Tammy said huskily. Priscilla hooked her thumbs into her tight cotton panties, pushed them down her slim hips. They also dropped to her ankles. Falling back into a chair, she kicked both jeans and panties off her feet. “Mmmmm,” Tammy hummed, studying Priscilla’s brown patch of cunt hair with open admiration. “You got a lot more pussy hair than I do. My blonde pussy hair makes me look like I’m practically bald.” Bubbling froth oozed from Priscilla’s virgin cunt. Glazed innocent eyes leered openly at the near-naked girl on the bed. “Take off your panties, too.” She was dying to see Tammy’s blonde pussy. A hot little laugh escaped Tammy’s mouth. She skimmed her panties off, tossed them at Priscilla. She threw her legs apart. “See, I told you. I look like I don’t have any pussy hair at all.” Dazed with passion, Priscilla ogled the silky blonde hair that adorned Tammy’s pussy. Her mouth watered. Her eyes were trained on the pink slit and wet puffy cunt-lips. “God, I’m hot, Tammy.” “Me too. C’mon over on the bed and I’ll tell you about Beauty’s cock.” Self-consciously, Priscilla climbed on the bed beside Tammy. “I’m dying to hear every word.” “His cock is long … and thick,” Tammy explained. Talking about Beauty’s cock made her pussy and inner thighs sticky with cunt juice. Priscilla drooled over the image Tammy’s words created in her mind. “I saw his cock once, but I thought I was dreaming. Did you touch his prick, Tammy?” “I do everything with his prick,” the farm girl bragged. “When I wrap my fingers around it, it throbs against the palm of my hand. It feels like hot steel.” “Oh shit,” Priscilla gasped. Her wide brown eyes sparkled with passion. “You really jerk him off, Tammy?” “All the time. I play with his nuts too. They’re always full of nice hot thick pony-cum.” Priscilla gushed a sigh. “Have you ever seen his cum? What does it look like?” the virgin girl asked wondrously. “I see it every time I jerk him off,” Tammy said. “It’s white, thick and sticky, and warm.” Jutting out her tits proudly, Tammy displayed them to her awed friend. Her big tits billowed. “That’s how I got my tits so big. I rub his cum- cream all over me. Maybe I’ll rub some on you, and your tits will get bigger.” Priscilla didn’t know whether to believe her or not. Her tongue flicked nervously over her lips to keep them moist. Tammy noticed the disbelief in her friend’s sparkling brown eyes. “I do something else with his cock, too.” “What? What?” Priscilla wanted to hear it. Even though it might not be true, it was getting her hot as hell. “Gimme your tongue, and I’ll show you.” The innocent little girl was caught off guard by the erotic suggestion. It intrigued her, made her cunt seep. Priscilla leaned forward, her lips slightly parted, her pink tongue extended. Tammy sucked vigorously on the girl’s offered tongue. After a few seconds, she popped her mouth off. “Mmmmm.” Quizzically, Priscilla gazed at her friend. “You suck his tongue?” She didn’t understand. “Don’t be a shit, Priscilla.” Tammy was amazed at the girl’s naivete. “I suck his cock dummy.” “I’m not that stupid. You don’t suck his cock.” She was still quaking from the contact of Tammy’s mouth on hers. “I’ll prove it to you later,” Tammy promised. She reeled under the same reaction to their kiss. “You wanna kiss again? This time you can suck my tongue and pretend it’s Beauty’s cock.” It staggered the young innocent’s imagination. A dreamy expression adorned her face as she leaned back on the bed waiting for Tammy. “Gimme your tongue, Tammy, and I’ll suck it.” Even though she had been fucking her pony for two years and sucking his cock, Tammy trembled nervously on her way down to kiss Priscilla. Her mouth opened. The two horny teenagers melted into each other’s embrace. Tits pressed against tits. Bellies crushed. Long legs sought the heated wetness of the other’s pussy. Arms snaked around slim backs. Lips locked. Tammy plunged her tongue into her friend’s eager mouth. She pressed a smooth thigh between Priscilla’s legs, the knee digging into her friend’s pussy. Tammy’s own pussy was being treated to the same delight. Priscilla sucked wildly on the invading tongue. She felt the hot juice from Tammy’s pussy drenching her thigh. Whimpering gurgles escaped between mouths. Tammy came out of Priscilla’s arms, panting. Her body was on fire. “I never knew kissing a girl could be so much fun,” Tammy said. Priscilla nodded in agreement. “Neither did I.” Wantonly, Tammy touched one of Priscilla’s small firm tits. “Would you like me to suck it, Priscilla?” “Oh yes!” The innocent city girl was ecstatic. The feel of Tammy’s hand on her tit felt like fire on her chest. Tammy wriggled close, sucked one of her friend’s swollen nipples into her eager mouth. Sucking, she stroked Priscilla’s beautiful body, her hand gliding up and down the smooth-silky skin. “Mmmm,” she purred, taking her mouth away for a moment. “You’re so soft, Priscilla.” Priscilla sighed, combed her fingers through Tammy’s thick blonde hair. “Suck my tits, Tammy. Don’t stop!” The contact had been fabulous. Hot tremors raced up and down her spine. Tammy sighed, blue eyes glowing like twin bonfires. “Do you believe me about Beauty?” “Yes,” Priscilla sighed, squirming on her back. “Suck me!” She touched Tammy’s large fleshy tits. “God, they’re so big!” Tammy dangled her jiggling tits over Priscilla’s flushed and excited face. “Lick mine first.” She shook her shoulders. Tittie meat slapped over Priscilla’s face. Voraciously, Priscilla gobbled at Tammy’s large pulpy tits. She sucked hard, gnawed on one swollen nipple. Dizzy with desire, she grabbed one of Tammy’s jiggling tits, mauled it and sucked the other one at the same time. “Ooooo, Priscilla! Oooo, shit!” Tammy was trembling. Priscilla’s mouth was fantastic. Priscilla heard, delighting in the compliment. She reddened one large tit with her hands, then turned her attention to the other one. She kneaded one and sucked the other, soaking the pink glowing flesh in spit. Tammy backed away from the greedy hands and mouth of her new friend. She held her own tits, cradling them in her hands. Both were soaked. Both were glowing pink from rough handling. “God, Priscilla. You really suck great.” Tammy rocked back on her bare ass. “Beauty is gonna really love having you suck his prick.” “Stop teasing me,” Priscilla moaned. “Let me suck you some more.” She licked her lips, dizzy with passion. She reached for Tammy’s large creamy tits. “Gimme!” “I’m not teasing,” Tammy said, a little annoyed. Her passion quelled her annoyance immediately. Later she would prove it to her. “If you want my tits you have to say ‘I believe’.” Priscilla stared at Tammy’s magnificent tits wet with her own spit. She wanted Tammy’s tits and would have agreed to anything. “I believe,” she said. “Say you’ll suck his cock.” Tammy smiled slyly. “Say it.” “I’ll suck his cock. I’ll jerk him off. Anything.” In her innocence, she believed it was only a game, a game to turn them both on. “Will you lick his balls, too?” In a way it was a game to Tammy, too. Talking about Beauty and his cock made her crazy for sex. Blue dazzling eyes searched Priscilla’s face. She read the same passion. It was going to be fun later out in the barn. “I’ll lick his balls and drink his cum, too,” Priscilla giggled lewdly. “I’ll rub it all over my tits and make them big.” She squeezed her small plump tits. “Now let me suck you.” Tammy went to Priscilla’s hungry mouth and rubbed her tits over her face. “You’re gonna be so happy sucking Beauty’s dick.” Priscilla was too busy feasting on Tammy’s tits to respond. She worked her lips over each globe, each nipple. She buried her face between her fleshy tits, licking and sucking as Tammy hung them over her face. “Jesus,” Tammy gasped, rolling away from Priscilla’s mouth. “Getting sucked like that is fabulous! Beauty can’t suck!” “He sure can lick and chew though,” Priscilla moaned. She writhed on her back. Her face was covered with spit. “Now me, Tammy. Suck my tits.” Tammy obliged. She brought her mouth to Priscilla’s swollen nipple. She sucked hard, treating the virgin to the same pleasure she had just received. She sucked, then chewed, then sucked again, only harder. “Oooo! Yeahhh!” She held Tammy’s head tight against her tits. “Oooo! Unnnnn!” Tammy struggled out of Priscilla’s grasp. “Shit, you trying to suffocate me?” She caught her breath and pinched Priscilla’s nipples hard. “Owwww!” She slapped Tammy’s hand. “Owww, that hurt!” She rubbed her small tits and whimpered. Tammy was hungry to taste the rest of Priscilla’s body. “You want me to lick the rest of you?” Tammy’s hungry gaze drifted to the patch of curly brown pussy hair hiding Priscilla’s virgin pussy. Priscilla was beside herself with joy. She hadn’t expected anything like this. “My pussy too?” she asked hopefully, remembering Beauty’s rubbery lips and tongue on her virgin cunt. “Of course,” Tammy moaned. “I’ll eat you just like Beauty did.” Priscilla whimpered, writhing in expectant pleasure. “Suck too, okay?” Her words were laced with lustful hope. “I’ll gobble up your cunt and make you cream.” Tammy’s head was reeling. “You can do it to me next.” “Okay,” Priscilla promised. She skimmed her hands down her body and clawed the puffy folds of her virgin hole. “I’m all wet and juicy.” “I’ll get you wetter with my mouth.” Tammy chewed her way down Priscilla’s sizzling hot body. The pungent aroma of pussy burned into her brain. “I hope you taste as good as me,” she giggled. “I always lick juice from my fingers.” Priscilla was overwhelmed with Tammy’s revelations. Until she had come to the farm, the boldest she had been was to get herself to cum occasionally in bed. “Lick me and find out.” Tammy climbed over Priscilla’s body, tits shaking, insides churning. Tasting her own pussy juice was one thing, tasting someone else was a mind-blower. “I’m creaming just thinking about sucking you, Priscilla.” “So am I,” Priscilla panted in a hoarse whisper. Her hips wriggled. “Lick me, Tammy. Stop talking about it.” Tammy felt a sudden surge of power over her new friend. She touched Priscilla’s cunt, tickled one finger through the puffy lips, and brought her juice-stained finger out. Tammy leaned over. “Lick it!” Priscilla, a slave to the lust raging in her virgin body, gobbled Tammy’s finger into her mouth. She sucked her own pussy-cream off Tammy’s finger. The taste was exquisite. “Mmmmm,” she hummed after Tammy pulled her finger out of her mouth. “If you taste that good, I’ll suck you all day.” Tammy giggled. “You’ll be too busy sucking Beauty later.” She stroked her fingers through Priscilla’s pussy again. This time she sucked off the warm sticky fuck cream. “Mmmm, you are delicious.” “Then eat me,” Priscilla moaned, twitching as Tammy fondled her cunt. “Eat me!” Tammy was done teasing her friend. She eased herself down between Priscilla’s long slender legs. Her mouth was inches from the pink virgin pussy. Juice, white and filmy, covered the cunt slit. Brown pussy hair was matted with fuck juice. “I get so hot looking at it.” Sucking Priscilla was going to be a lot different than when she sucked her pony. Priscilla went into spasm. She twisted her hips, humped her ass up and down. “Shit, Tammy,” she moaned. “Eat me.” She was begging now. Tammy’s mouth was so close. “Please!” Tammy licked her tongue over Priscilla’s juice-stained thighs. “Mmmm, you’re so delicious.” Priscilla remained still, her legs spread, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. Her small tits rose and fell with each gasping breath. She waited for the first touch of Tammy’s mouth against her pussy. She began to shake. Tammy was only licking her legs and belly. “My pussy! My pussy!” She was losing control. Tammy brought her head out from between Priscilla’s legs. “Shhh. You don’t want my mom to come in, do you?” “Then you better eat my cunt,” Priscilla threatened, “or I’ll scream my fuckin’ head off.” Tammy laughed, knowing Priscilla was lying. “Okay,” she snickered. She bit her teeth into Priscilla’s thigh. Again and again, she repeated the action. Priscilla cried out, yet was forced to keep her voice low. “Owww! Owwww! Are you crazy?” “Yesss,” Tammy hissed, now ready to dine on the virgin pussymeat between Priscilla’s long thrashing legs. She welded her mouth to Priscilla’s cunt. Hot fuck juice greeted her. Priscilla went berserk. She writhed in bliss, ground her cunt into Tammy’s mouth. “Unnn! Unnn!” She bit her lip to keep from screaming. Tammy sucked, gathered the folds of Priscilla’s virgin pussy into her mouth. Warm cunt-cream bathed her face. She filled her mouth with the delicious-tasting pussymeat. Sticky pussy juice flowed down her chin and neck. “Oooo, Tammy! Tammy!” Priscilla gasped huskily, keeping her voice low. “Oooo! Oooo!” Getting sucked was fabulous. “It feels like you’re sucking out my insides.” Tammy heard and sucked harder, reveling in the whimpering sobs her hungry mouth was causing. She kept her face tight against Priscilla’s cunt. She chewed the puffy folds. Priscilla’s whimpering sobs grew louder. “Ahhhhhh!” Priscilla arched her back, neck strained, eyes bulging. “Ooooo! You’re chewing me!” She was finding it difficult to keep her voice low. Tammy chewed harder. Juice flowed faster. Cuntmeat slammed into her face. She brought her hands under Priscilla’s rotating ass. Her nails clawed the soft tender ass cheeks. Priscilla went wild. She humped, twisted, thrashed on the bed. Her long legs stretched wider, giving Tammy more room to chew and suck. She turned her hands into fists. Her face twisted in bliss as her eyes rolled loosely in their sockets. “Ooooo, Christ! Ooooh!” With her teeth chewing sadistically on the folds of Priscilla’s pussy, Tammy mauled Priscilla’s ass cheeks with her fingers and nails. She squeezed hard, scratched. Gurgling sounds came from her throat as warm cunt juice flowed into her mouth. Priscilla twisted in joy. Having her cunt sucked made her crazy. The sucking pressure, reached deep inside her, churned her stomach, even made her nipples ache. She opened her fists, mangled her own tits with her frantic fingers. “Ooo! Tammy! Tammy!” Her voice was growing louder. She didn’t care. Neither did Tammy. She was as hot as her friend. Sucking cunt was almost as much fun as sucking her pony’s cock. She couldn’t wait until Priscilla creamed so she could compare the two cums. “Yeahhhh!” Priscilla sighed. Her ass thumped up and down, mashing Tammy’s clawing fingers into the bed, causing Tammy’s nails to gouge into her ass cheeks. “Owwww!” The stinging pain blended with the pleasure. “Eat me!” Tammy found Priscilla’s hard blood-filled clit. She sucked hard, almost tearing the clit from Priscilla’s jerking body. She mangled it between her lips. Sucking hard again, she snapped her head, the hard purple sex button popping from her lips. “Again! Again!” Priscilla screamed, forgetting where she was. She jammed her pussy into Tammy’s face, soaked her in cunt juice, mashed her lips to her twat. “Again!” It was a shrieking howl. Tammy found Priscilla’s clit again. She sucked it into her mouth, held it with her teeth. This time she wasn’t going to lose it. With Priscilla’s clit firm between her teeth, she whipped her tongue over the tiny nip. Hot tremors rumbled through Priscilla’s virgin pussy. She shuddered and found it impossible to stop shaking. “Ahhh! Ahhhh!” She stared up at the ceiling, watched it spin. It was all so unreal, yet so wonderfully fantastic. “Oooo! Suck me! Bite! Bite!” Tammy chomped with feverish joy. She sucked, chewed, lashed her tongue. The triple combination was devastating. Priscilla’s mouth opened wide. She beat her fists into the bed. She humped, twisted, ground her cunt into Tammy’s face. Each twisting turn brought her closer to cumming. Priscilla’s eyelids fluttered. Tammy’s teeth took her the rest of the way. Tammy threw herself mindlessly into chewing her friend’s pussy. She sensed in the frantic moves that Priscilla was going to cum. Hard sucks. Whipping lashes with her tongue. Sharp bites. “I’m cumming!” Priscilla screamed, her shrill voice bouncing off the bedroom walls. “I’m cumming!” An orgasm ripped through her cunt, leaving a fiery path of destruction in its wake. “I’m Cumming!” The virgin teenager seemed to lift completely off the bed, thrash in midair, then crash back, whimpering like a baby. Tammy kept her mouth glued to Priscilla’s exploding cunt. Her teeth were clamped tight on her friend’s hard pulsing clit. Sudsy cunt juice washed over her face, soaking her in its warmth. It flooded her mouth, her nose, and her neck. Priscilla grabbed a pillow, slammed it to her face and screamed. The shrill cry was muffled. She humped. “Bite me! Bite! More!” She twisted her hips, jamming her clit into Tammy’s teeth. She twisted her clit hard, turning it into a raw piece of pulp.