Christine grabbed her jeans off the floor and hauled herself up, sliding the faded denim up her long legs. Swaying slightly, she stood on wobbly legs, stiff from being on her knees for so long.
Moaning and sore-muscled, she bent over and grabbed the shirt. As she slipped her arms through the sleeves, she staggered out the bedroom. Having been fucked by Laddie had unleashed the full fury of her passion – she wanted more. She knew where to get it.
Outside on the porch, her shirt open, her jeans not yet snapped, but clinging to the swell of her hips, she looked around. There was still plenty of time before her father came home. In her exuberance, she stumbled down the stairs, heading for the small stable. Champion, her father's quarter horse, and her pony, Brownie, were kept there.
A lewd smile cracked her face as she stepped out of the sun into the cool stable. She went over to her father's horse and patted his nose. "Mmmmmm, Champion, I think you might be just a little too big for me." She stroked his thick-muscled neck with smooth long caresses.
Curiosity got the better of her. She opened the stall and led her father's horse out to the middle of the stable. Petting his flank, she slid her hand nervously down to his hind quarters. She knelt down and gasped. The animal's huge meaty prick, jutting out from the thick wrinkled skin that held it, was a formidable sight for the teenager. She had never seen such a cock – a thick trunk that would rip her apart.
"Goddamn, Champion, you sure are big." She wanted to touch his cock, but couldn't. It was, for the moment, too overwhelming. She took Champion back into his stall and went over to her pony. She felt safer with gentle Brownie.
"I'm gonna play with your cock," she whispered in the pony's ear, leading the sleek chocolate-colored animal out of his stall. "Is you cock as big as Champion's?" She hoped it wasn't. She couldn't handle the right now.
Brownie whinnied and tossed his huge head in the air. His golden mane swished across Christine's flushed and excited face.
"Easy, boy, easy," Christine said. "I'm just here to have some fun with you. We'll go for a ride later. Okay, boy?"
Neighing his response, Brownie nuzzled his long snout into Christine, hitting one of her tits. He snorted, his hind legs prancing in place.
"Brownie, you must calm down." Christine looked down at her tits through her open shirt. The pony had slobbered all over them. She tore off her shirt and threw it across the stable.
Getting closer to the pony, she crushed her tit into his neck, tormenting her tender skin with his prickly coat. She hugged him close, running her tits against the grain of his dark-brown hair. She rubbed back and forth, still under the spell of her insatiable lust.
Brownie had settled down and was standing patiently next to his mistress, who was stroking his glossy coat and snuggling her body into his. His tail swatted his backside, then his head began to bob. Her whimpering voice made his ears flick.
Out of her mind, Christine staggered; all kinds of erotic thoughts rushed through her head. She fell back on the hay-strewn floor and yanked her jeans off.
Naked, she crawled to the pony, her pussy oozing a blend of doggie spume and pussy juice. Down on her hands and knees, she saw Brownie's cockhead. She gasped with hunger.
"Holy shit!" She said, gawking at the pony's protruding prick. She got up and stood in front of Brownie, jiggling her tits in his face. "Nibble on me, Brownie. Pretend I'm an apple, or something." She held her tits in her cupped hands, offering them to the gentle pony.
Brownie snorted at her, then chomped with his big lips on the tender tit flesh offered to him.
Christine almost collapsed. He was slobbering on her tits. His rubbery lips were gently driving her berserk. Amazed and burning with passion, she watched him slobber his drool over each tit.
"Brownie!" Her back arched as she jutted her tits out for him. She scratched his bobbing head and skimmed down to his active lips that were munching noisily and wetly on her sensitive tittie flesh.
A wave of bliss washed over her; her knees buckled for a moment. The pony's lips felt great. She held on to him, staggering, losing the ability to stand. "Ohhhhh, shit, I'm gonna come until I go crazy."
She stepped back, breathless. She swayed on her feet, her shiny blue eyes looked like pieces of glass. She made smacking sounds with her lips, backing up, falling backwards into a bale of hay.
"Ooooops," she squealed, tumbling back, her legs flying wide apart.
Brownie stepped toward her. Lowering his head between her outstretched legs, he nudged her cunt and chomped on her hot, oozing pussy.
Christine went insane. She humped frantically, her cunt banging into the beast's muzzle, her legs high in the air, opened wide. She looked at Brownie's nose on her pussy. "Ohhhh, Brownie! Brownie!" She humped up and creamed his snout.
Brownie snorted again and shook his head between her parted thighs. The taste of her pussy, her squeals, her humping body were exciting him, and he pawed the earth, shoving his hard muzzle into her cunt.
"Agggghhhh!" she cried out in joyous delight. She twitched, then rolled in the hay, turning. She wiggled her ass back at the pony. "Lick me, Brownie. Ohhhhh!"
His lips gently nuzzled into her ass cheeks, squiggling around between the opened halves in her hot ass crack. His saliva wet the deep crack of her ass as she rammed back against him.
"Lick me all over, Brownie. Do whatever you want." Her body twitched with bliss when he nestled into her wet squishy cunt. "Ohhhhh…" Her head spun; the pony's moving lips went up and down the opening of her cunt. "Ohhhhh…" her pussy was creaming the pony's nose.
Christine shook, tumbling off the bale of hay when an orgasm rippled through her. Crawling in frustration, she went to the chocolate-brown pony and wearily climbed on him straddling his smooth bare back. Her hot oozing pussy was mashed against him. "I'm gonna come all over you, you horny pony."
Crazy with passion and the need to come, she rocked on the animal, her pussy drumming against itself – an empty void. She began to bounce up and down, her cunt squishing wetly, her small firm tits jiggling, her nipples aching. She clutched his thick mane. "Ohhhhh, Brownie! Brownie! I'm gonna cream! Hold still so I can come!"
The pony pawed the earth, one front paw at a time. With Christine clinging to him, he jerked his head from side to side and neighed. Champion, in the corner stall, whinnied in response, his hind hoofs kicking the wall behind him. The excitement in the stable – the child's urgent moans and Brownie's noises, agitated the quarter horse.
Christine was oblivious to the nervous animals. Her sense of hearing was dulled; her eyes blurry. Her mind was pinpointed on the intense feeling inside her cunt as she rocked on the pony's back. Her pussy shifted back and forth against the animal's hair, leaving droplets of pussy juice. Joy coursed through her veins; fantastic sensations were tingling inside her cunt.
"Brownie!" As she squealed, the pony answered in a loud piercing whinny.
Christine soared in a state of euphoria. She mashed her dot sizzling cunt into the pony's coat, creaming him with her buttery fuck ooze. She soaked his back, leaving gobs of cunt juice in the wake of her rocking pussy. Ripping orgasms seized her in a blaze of passion, then cascaded over her lithe trembling body like a fountain of liquid warmth.
Precariously, she swayed on the pony's back, losing her balance, mesmerized by the joys of her rippling orgasm. "Oooooooh!" she cried, her eyes rolling. She fell, unbruised, to the hay pile. Her fall was cushioned.
She lay stunned on her back, Brownie snorting, his head bobbing and mane swishing in the air. She wore a lewd smile. "Now you, my handsome pony. I don't need Roger. I got you and Laddie, and soon, even Champion. Who needs that dumb Roger, anyway?" She intended to cater to her own desires.
She crawled out of the hay pile, taking some of the hay with her and shoving it under the pony's belly. She kept piling the hay until she had a thick bed where she wanted it – right underneath the pony's cock. Panting, she eased herself into the cradle of hay, squirming, his cock at her face. The head of his monstrous-looking prick was sticking out, a menacing piece of prickmeat level with her face. Her tiny hands gripped the loose flesh of his sheath and began massaging.
"Gonna get you to come, Brownie. I wanna see if you have as much cum in your balls as Laddie."
Brownie took a step forward, then back again. His cock had stabbed at Christine's lips.
"Easy, boy," she soothed, her hands still gripping his large cock.
Her grip on his cock was exciting to the pony. He pawed the ground and dug his hoofs into the solid earth. A loud piercing whinny came out of his mouth, his lips rumbling noisily, his nose flaring.
"Easy, Brownie. I'll have you feeling better then you have in your entire life!" She had his cock hard and throbbing in her small hands. Delirious, half out of her head, she humped her ass off the makeshift bed, squirming around, trying to get his huge cock into her pussy. It was an impossible task. She was too crazed, and Brownie was too jerky.
She moaned, frantically trying to shove the thick pony cockmeat into her pussy. His hard cock in both hands, her feet wide apart, she humped, twisting in the hay. "Ohhhh, Brownie, help me!"
Dazed with consuming passion, she jerked on the pony's throbbing prick, and her pussy banged into his cock tip. She went into convulsions, banging her clit into the steely end of his extended cock. Tender mushy pussy collided with stiff cockmeat.
Relentlessly, Christine humped. Spasms soared through her pussy with each smacking contact of the pony cock. She creamed on it. Pussy juice gushed from her fuck hole and bathed Brownie's cockhead in it warm ooze. She writhered in the midst of her blinding passion, grasping his cock, slamming her wet pussy and hard, blood-engorged clit into it.
Brownie, his cock thumping in agony, exploded. A river of gooey cum ruptured from his pony cock. Her jerked; his frenzied whinnies and stamping hoofs shook the barn.
Christine squealed her joy, taking the gushing load of pony cum on her pussy. What didn't adhere to her cunt was splattered over the rest of her body. "Brownie, Christ! You're creaming!" She stopped trying to shove the slippery cock into her narrow pussyslit and concentrated on jerking the horny beast to a great orgasm. She scooted down close, where her hands were better able to maneuver and jerk the spurting thick slab of cockmeat back and forth. A deluge of white cum splashed her body; tits, belly; cunt hair; legs and arms.
Violent orgasms attacked the animal's balls. Her jerked, his cock spraying Christine with a horrendous blast.
Christine's hands, stained with pony-cum, whipped up and down. She couldn't belive the mount of jizz the pony was squirting. He wouldn't stop. She gripped his cock harder in a determined effort to give him the best orgasm ever.
The pony, in his delirium, dragged her forward. The teenager held on, afraid to let go, and was dragged backward, then forward again as Brownie's balls unleashed a huge load of jism that drenched her with cum.
Brownie wouldn't keep still; he stepped back, then forward. Her hands and fingers around his stiff cock jerked him diligently and strenuously.
Christine was rewarded with another river of splattering cum. It hit her in the face and in her open, startled mouth.
The pony, tense and jittery, jerked forward again, then back, kicking at the door to his stall. His prick sprayed another was of jizz into the child's face, and she released him.
Frantic and fearful for her life, Christine rolled away from the aroused pony. The fear of being trampled had roused her out of her dreamy world and brought her back to reality. She lay gasping in a hay pile, her body drenched in pony-cum.
Her eyelids rapidly blinking, she slowly oriented herself. It had all seemed like a dream. A wild wonderful dream of heavenly sensations. Glancing down at her body, she saw the cum coating her from head to toe. It delighted her.
Laddie came over and started to sniff.
The teenager smiled and relaxed in the hay, allowing her golden retriever to clean her aching body with his untiring tongue while the excited pony came down from his peak, his prick dripping cum.
Later, after a shower, she told it all in quiet whispers to Tracy as her father made dinner downstairs in the kitchen.
"Oh, shit, Christine," Tracy moaned, after the story had been told. "I wish I could come there."
"Why don't you? Daddy won't mind. Ask your mother."
Tracy talked with her mother, and Christine talked with her father. It was all arranged.
"I'll be there in two days," Tracy said.
"Great!"
Both girls hung up, excited beyond words.