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a****l sex stories 3visit on http://papasex.org to see full series of these stories”How are my folks treating you, Tammy?” Priscilla asked over the phone.The young girl was sprawled out on the bed, the phone propped againsther ear.”Your parents are real nice,” Tammy replied. A hint of unhappinessrevealed itself in the girl’s voice. She was sitting at the bedroomwindow, looking at the street below. The city traffic and peoplebothered her. She wished she were back home on the farm in her ownroom.”Your parents are great, too, Tammy,” Priscilla said happily, cuttinginto Tammy’s homesick thoughts. “The exchange program that my schoolset up is really terrific!” She was bubbling with joy. “I wish I couldstay here on your farm all summer.” She squirmed on her belly. Thetight jeans cutting into her crotch sent a tremor through her virginpussy.”I’m glad it’s just for two weeks, Priscilla. I can’t get used to allthe noise of the city,” Tammy Hudson said. She closed her eyes, thoughtabout 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 tome 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’realways 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.” Hervirgin pussy began to seep as her mind wandered.Tammy laughed to herself, thinking of Beauty again and when she hadlost 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, slightlyconfused.”Maybe you’ll find out before you have to come back to the city.” Tammypaused, her ears straining. “Your mother’s calling me, Priscilla. Ihave 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 touse 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 fethiye escort the jeans. Witha swift move, her panties went with her jeans as she pushed them downher 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. Warmfuck cream coated her swirling fingertips.Her free hand worked the buttons of her blouse open while the otherhand was busy stroking her pussy mound. Her trembling hand slippedinside the bra and cupped a firm tit.The youth sprawled on the bed writhing in innocent passion. One handwas on a bare tit, the other on her bare pussy. Soft brown eyes turnedglassy. Rippling tremors skipped lightly over her tingling flesh.”Ohhh … Mmmnnn …” Her innocent features froze into a mask of c***d-lust. Her frantic fingers stroked her virgin pussy and hard buttonclit. 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 kneadingfingers on her tit grew more demanding. Her nipples hardened.The hand on her cunt moved with urgency. Her clit stiffened–gorgedwith 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 ofthe locked bedroom door.Priscilla wrenched in spasms. She gasped. Her hands came suddenly awayfrom 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 quicklysnapped and zipped them. “Wait a minute … I’ll be right there,” shewas in a mixture of excitement and frenzied frustration. She heaved asigh when her blouse was finally buttoned.She slipped out of bed, fixed her shoulder-length brown hair, and wentto the door. Passion still gleamed in her big brown eyes.Ben took the c***d’s hand, beaming. “C’mon, the surprise is out in thebarn.””Beauty?!” she squealed, anxious to see Tammy’s beautiful pony.”Yes,” Ben said, enjoying the c***d’s delight.Overjoyed with the prospect of seeing Tammy’s pony, Priscilla halfdragged 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 himinto the cool shade of the barn. “There he is.”Priscilla dropped Ben’s hand and ran to escort fethiye the pony’s stall. “Oh, Mr.Hudson! He’s beautiful! Beautiful!”Ben stood back a few feet, smiling at the c***d. She was strokingBeauty’s thick blonde mane. “Tammy thinks he is, too.” He laughed. “Ihope you don’t spend as much time with Beauty as Tammy does. There’s alot more to the farm than her pony. Tammy seems to be with him all thetime.”Priscilla gave Ben Hudson a big smile. “Oh no,” she said emphatically.With loving caresses, she stroked Beauty’s golden coat. “I want to seeand do everything on the farm while I’m here.””I’m glad to hear that,” he said. “Would you like to take him for aride?””Can I really!””You know how to ride?” he asked cautiously.”Yes, Mr. Hudson. My father says I’m very good.” Priscilla stepped outof the way so Mr. Hudson could saddle the pony.”Be careful,” he said. Holding the reins, he walked Beauty out into themorning sunshine. He patted the leather saddle, then gave Priscilla thereins. “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 ofher heels, she urged the pony forward. “C’mon, boy.” She made aclucking sound, and they were off.Ben watched the happy teenager ride off. When she was beyond the fieldand skirting the grove of trees, he went inside the house. He hoped hisdaughter, Tammy, was as happy in the city as Priscilla was here in thecountry.Bouncing in the saddle, Priscilla enjoyed the friction against herjean-clad crotch. Having been deprived of an orgasm earlier, her cuntand clit were ultra-sensitive. Each gentle slap against the hard saddlemade her tremble, made her pussy seep, her clit throb. “I’m creamingmyself,” 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. Sheslowed him down.At the brook, Priscilla climbed off the pony’s back.”Oh, Shit!” Her legs trembled, and she leaned against Beauty forsupport 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 onher pussy and coupled with her interrupted sex play, fethiye escort bayan had the youngvirgin boiling with passion.Water dribbling off his snout, Beauty snorted. He tossed his head inthe air, then twisted to look at her. He snorted again and nudgedPriscilla 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 herbra through the wet material. A shiver raced down her spine. Hernipples stiffened.Beauty whinnied, then nudged her again playfully like he always didwith Tammy. Trembling with passion, Priscilla was caught off balance.She stumbled and fell. “Eeeewww!”Beauty pawed the soft earth and gently nudged his muzzle betweenPriscilla’s outstretched legs. He tossed his head in the air again, hisgolden blond mane swishing. The contact against her cunt waselectrifying. Priscilla sat up. “Beauty, what did you do to me?”Repeating the erotic action, Beauty nestled his snout between her legsagain. This time, he didn’t take his snout away.Shaken, Priscilla scrambled away from his nuzzling head. “Oooo, you’reworse than the boys I know,” she giggled, watching the pony’s head bob.She stood, her face flushed red. Her eyes quickly scanned the woodedarea. Her face brightened. The place was secluded, affording her theprivacy her desires needed.”Maybe you want to see my titties like the boys at home do?” shegiggled impishly. She fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Dizzywith lust, she felt light-headed. Exposing herself to an a****l wasthrilling, had her creaming. “Now, don’t tell your friends,” she saidto the pony jokingly.Tremulous sighs escaped her mouth. She d****d her blouse over a lowbranch. Her bra quickly followed.Bare from the waist up, she jutted out her small budding tits. Theplump mounds jiggled with each ragged breath she took. The nipplesstood 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 howbig they’re getting?” She squeezed them together, making them appearlarger, more plump.Beauty raised his head to look at her. His rubbery lips quivered with asnorting sound. He shook his head as he stepped forward. His wetslobbering lips touched the sizzling flesh of Priscilla’s smalltitties.She reeled, her head spinning. “Oh, God, your lips are so soft andwet.” Her legs were shaking. She stroked his head and rubbed her titsinto his drooling mouth. “Beauty,” she sighed shakily, watching thepony slobber his warm drool over her tittie meat. Her nipples were ripeand hard. Her face lit up. “Maybe this is what Tammy meant.”

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