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.