Chapter 5

"I don't know where that darn Chuck is," Brenda was saying. "He's supposed to start work by nine o'clock on Saturdays."

The two girls were sitting in the hayloft, in a mound of hay, waiting for the boy who worked around the place and who, Brenda promised, could show Susan lots of fun. Brenda was impatient, but Susan was doubtful about the whole thing. She wasn't sure if she really wanted Chuck to show up, if she was really ready for such things.

"Maybe he won't come," she said.

"What a drag! If he doesn't show up, we won't have anything to do all day."

Susan started chewing on a piece of straw.

"Too bad we only have one pony," Brenda said. "We could go for a ride if we had two. You ever ride?"

"No."

"That's lots of fun. Makes you hot, too."

"Really?"

"Oh, sure. I don't know why. Maybe because of the way your pussy rubs the saddle or something. Every time I go riding I get hot."

Brenda grimaced.

"I'm hot now," she said. "Gee, maybe we should have done some pussy sucking before we got up."

Susan glanced at her friend's crotch. Her white shorts were very tight and very brief, drawn into a snug vee at the juncture of her thighs.

"We could now, couldn't we?"

"Oh, let's wait a little while longer. It'll be lots more fun with Chuck. You'll see."

"Well, maybe... " Susan said doubtfully.

"Haven't you ever done anything with a boy?"

"Oh, no. Never."

"Wow! I mean, just little things? Like, you know, did you ever feel a prick?"

"No. I saw one, once."

"Boy, you sure have a lot to learn."

Susan told her about how she'd watched the boy jerking off in the bath house.

"If it had been me, I'd have knocked on the wall and asked him to slip his joint through the knothole," Brenda said. "It's a terrible waste to let a nice-looking boy pull it off."

"I... don't think it would have fit."

"That would've been frustrating. I'd have figured out something, though. Maybe"-a wicked smile came over her face-"maybe I'd have stuck my tongue through the hole, instead... "

"Brenda!"

"Oh, that's lots of fun."

"That's dirty!"

"Huh! Your mother does it."

Susan blushed. "Well, our folks are... you know... grown-ups."

"That makes it okay, huh?"

"I didn't say that. Gee, I don't know... "

"Didn't it look like fun when my dad put it in your mother's mouth?"

"Well, sort of."

"It's nice. Not as good as screwing, maybe. Different. Real fun, though, because it gets a boy so excited."

"Have you done it, Brenda?" Susan asked breathlessly, staring in wonderment at her companion.

"Ummm. A couple times."

"Golly. Did you let them... you know... did they come in your mouth?"

"Sure, That's the point, isn't it?"

"Didn't it taste awful?"

"No, it's delicious. Creamy, like."

Susan was starting to smolder.

"Does it taste like cuntjuice?" she asked, her inhibitions melting in her sexual arousal.

"Sort of. Better, I guess."

Susan considered Brenda's last remark. "If a girl takes it in the mouth, she can still be a virgin, can't she?" she asked. "Well, sure."

"That might not be so bad." Brenda grinned.

Susan blushed at her own thoughts. "Not as bad as really fucking, I meant," she clarified. "Pretty bad, though."

"Want to try it, if Chuck comes?"

"I don't know," Susan wailed. "I don't want to be a bad girl, but I get so excited... "

"The trouble is, sucking cock gets you so hot that you simply got to fuck, afterward."

"Oh, dear."

"Anyway, if a girl just sucks it, she can get a terrible reputation," Brenda explained patiently. "I mean, if a girl sucks and fucks both, then she's just sexy, but if she only sucks, then all the guys think of her as a cocksucker and they never want to kiss her." "I never thought of that."

"Oh, you've got lots to learn. Damn it! I wish Chuck would get here. I can't wait to see how you act when there's some stiff prick around."

"Neither can I!" the tormented little virgin blurted out, wiggling around in the hay.

"Hey! I've got an idea!" Brenda said, opening her eyes wide.

"What?"

"It's sort of naughty... "

"Oh, what is it?"

"You want to give my pony a hand job?"

"Brenda! That's awful!"

Brenda giggled. "It might be fun, though," she said.

She didn't really think that her innocent friend was ready for such a thing, but she didn't realize how hot Susan was becoming. Susan was much hotter than Brenda, simply because the sensation was so new to her.

"Did you ever do that?" she asked.

"Not really. But sometimes when I'm riding him, I wrap my heels under his belly and jiggle his dick. He likes that. He snorts and whinnies."

"Let's!" Susan said.

"You really want to?"

"Yes, let's!"

Brenda looked amazed.

Brenda realized that she, too, might learn a few things this weekend. "Okay," she said.

Susan descended the ladder first and to Brenda, waiting in the loft, it seemed rather symbolic that her friend should have taken the lead. But it didn't bother Brenda. She had no great desire to be the leader or initiator in what they did, &s long as they did it. Brenda just wanted to have fun.

Susan waited at the foot of the ladder while Brenda climbed down after her. Susan looked excited and slightly embarrassed, glancing bash?fully up at Brenda and then sideways at the pony. That worthy animal seemed to sense that strange events were about to unfold, for it stamped nervously with one hoof and tossed its thick maned head, snorting softly and watching the girls from one wide, white eye. Although the pony was not as tall as a true horse, it was a stocky, sturdy beast. It had a wide chest and broad, .powerful flanks, a thick, arched neck and shoulders packed with muscle. Its mane and tail were golden, its hide buckskin with a white blaze on its forehead.

The girls approached the stall and Brenda held her hand out. The pony nuzzled her hand, its broad nostrils flaring, and she scratched the white patch on its brow. The animal whinnied.

"No, Blaze. We aren't going for a ride," Brenda said, and then she giggled.

Susan hesitated, looking at the beast's hind?quarters.

"Well? Go ahead," Brenda said.

"Golly. I don't know how to start, Brenda. Maybe he won't want me to... "

"Sure he will. Won't you, Blaze? You want Suzy to rub your fat cock, don't you?"

Blaze tossed his head.

Susan still hesitated. Seeing this, Brenda said, "Want me to get him started for you?"

"Oh, would you?"

"Okay."

"I'll do it, though," Susan assured her.

Brenda moved down beside the pony and slid nimbly onto his broad back. Holding the mane with one hand, she began moving as if she were riding at a trot. This confused Blaze, who saw little point in being ridden in the stall, and he began pawing at the floor. Brenda rubbed her crotch up and down, bracing her knees against his flanks. Then she curled her feet inward and began moving her heels under his belly.

Blaze understood that.

He stopped pawing and stood with all four feet firmly planted as his mistress heel-rubbed his sensitive areas. Susan squatted down, looking beneath his belly. Suddenly she gasped.

"Oh, it's working," she whispered.

The beast's prick had begun to tense. Slowly and steadily, as Brenda's heels moved, the fat horsecock rose upward and then began to extend under the animal's belly.

Susan leaned closer, fascinated, and gasped again as the blunt head came squeezing out from the shaggy foreskin. Longer and longer it grew, until the bared knob was quivering under the stout brute's chest, while its sperm-sac began to swell like an inflated balloon.

"Ooooh, he likes it!" Susan squealed.

"So do I," Brenda sighed, wiggling about.

"Can I ride him for a while?"

"Sure," Brenda said. She took a few last, lingering humps, then slipped off the pony. Susan started to mount, then paused, grinning. Lifting her loose-fitting dress, she pulled her panties down and kicked them off. Then she climbed bareback onto the animal and began moving as Brenda had. It took a few moments for Susan, unaccustomed to being in such a position, to get her balance, but soon she was rubbing her pussy skillfully up and down the animal's back. It felt wonderful! Grimacing and panting, she wiggled about, feeling her cunt flutter open and begin to flow, leaving a silvery trail of cuntjuice on the excited animal's back. Her heels curved around his girth, rubbing his bloated dick.

"See why I get hot when I ride?" Brenda said.

"Oh, yes. I wish I had a horse!"

"He's getting too worked up, though," Brenda said, with an expert glance at the brute's throbbing cock. "If you want to give him a hand job, you better get off now."

Susan sighed and dismounted.

Blaze twisted his head around, eyeing the girls balefully and hopefully. They squatted side by side, at his flank, giggling as they regarded the long, fat monster which loomed under his belly.

Suddenly Brenda had an idea.

"If you're going to milk him, you might as well do it right," she said. She bounced away and returned a moment later with a short-legged stool which she placed beside the animal's flank.

Susan looked surprised.

"Golly, is that what it's for?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"Is that stool made for jerking off horses?"

"No, silly. They used to keep cows here before Daddy bought the place. It's a milking stool. But it ought to be just the thing, huh? I mean, there ain't much difference between milking and masturbat?ing. Except"-she grinned naughtily-"masturbating is more efficient, because that way you get cream right off and don't have to fool around with a churn."

Susan sat on the stool, then stood up again.

"Maybe we better take all our clothes off," she suggested. "We don't want to get horse cum all over us."

Brenda agreed.

Susan drew her dress off and Brenda pulled her jersey over her head, then pushed her shorts down. Neither girl wore a bra and Brenda wore no panties. Naked, Susan sat on the stool again. Brenda leaned over her shoulder, watching with avid interest.

Susan reached out, tentatively, then drew her hand back. She glanced at her friend. "Oh, I feel so wicked," she said.

"Yeah! We are wicked. Isn't it fun?"

"Ooooh, yes!" said Susan, and she reached out again and this time she touched the animal's cock.

Blaze snorted and threw his head from side to side. His broad hindquarters quivered. Susan ran her fingertips up and down his fat prick a few times, then began to rub the swollen tip.

"Pump him!" Brenda hissed, impatient with lust.

Susan tried to, and she moaned with frustration. "His cock's too fat," she wailed. "I can't get my hand around it!"

"Use both hands, then!"

Susan nodded and grasped the stout prick with both hands, holding it just behind the knob. She began sliding the shaft up and down, curling the shaggy skin up around the glans and then drawing it back. Blaze's knob bulged and flared.

Susan leaned forward, squirming on the stool and watching carefully, totally fascinated. She seemed to be having so much fun that Brenda decided to join in. She bent forward, leaning over Susan with her tits pressed to the seated girl's back. She cupped Blaze's bloated balls in one hand and began rubbing his swollen knob with the other. Under this dual stimulation, the pony began to heave and throb. Firm muscles writhed through his flanks and he snorted loudly.

"Look! He's started to drip!" Brenda squealed.

She rubbed the huge balls as the animal's preliminary oils seeped out.

Susan bent forward, to see this phenomenon. Then, utterly taken by lust, she pulled the stool under the pony's belly and squatted there, facing his mighty cockhead. Her hands closed around the rod again and she continued to pump him, but now she was pushing and pulling his great dick toward her, rather than crosswise. She arched her back, squirming beneath him.

"Oh, wow!" Brenda whimpered. "Wow! You gonna let him shoot right on you?"

Susan nodded happily.

"Gee, you're dirtier than I am!" Brenda said, rather reverently and with great respect.

Susan nodded again at such a wonderful compliment. Her eyes had narrowed and her lips were parted. She was panting. Her wet pussy squirmed against the milking stool and her flanks trembled as much as Blaze's. Pushing her belly out, she angled beneath the animal's sweat-lathered belly and then, rising slightly, pressed his huge, dripping knob against her tits.

Brenda gasped and squealed, the sound boiling from between her teeth as if it had been forced out by the steam of her lust.

Susan wiggled around, rubbing her stiff nipples against the flat underside of the pony's prickhead, sliding the broad wedge up and down her belly and between her firm breasts. He was flowing heavily and his knob laid a trail of cream on her golden flesh.

Still the overheated girl was not satisfied. Still she wanted more.

She leaned far back and thrust her belly up, so that the brute's cock was between her thighs. Twisting her hips from side to side, precariously balanced on the stool, she began rubbing the fat cockhead against her creamy pussy. Her knees came up and pressed against his throbbing shaft, and she rode horizontally on his stout pole as if she were shimmying up a lateral tree limb. The flooding knob pushed into her steaming crotch and reared up above her pubic mound as she humped, matting her bush with slime which welled up in pools and streamed down her taut thighs.

Brenda, seeing that Susan was in danger of falling off the stool, reached under her slender back and supported her with one hand. Thus aided, Susan was able to move more freely, and she began sliding her whole body up and down under the pony dick. The bloated tip ran from her pelvis all the way up to her titties as she squirmed down.

Brenda slid her supporting hand upward until it was behind Susan's head, and then she began gently pushing Susan's head forward, coaxing her face nearer and nearer to the great purple cockhead.

"Lick it!" she croaked.

"Oh!" Susan squealed.

Susan licked her lips.

"Do it!" Brenda coaxed.

"Oh, shall I?"

"Yes! Lick my pony's cock!"

That was the dirtiest thing either girl could imagine and, therefore, the most exciting. Susan gripped the swollen knob in both hands and pushed her face down. Her pink tongue pushed out and the tip touched against Blaze's meaty cockhead. She licked tentatively for a moment, then her tongue started fluttering wildly over the rubbery wedge. She pushed the pink tip into Blaze's creamy cleft and swept it around beneath the glans. A heavy gush of spunk poured out, running thickly down the tip, and Susan tongued the creamy stream up hungrily, savoring the exotic nectar on her tastebuds and then, throwing her head back, letting it trickle slowly down her throat.

Brenda moaned loudly, her cunt starting to melt. Precocious as the girl was, she had never thought of doing anything like this, and she now saw that Susan's instincts, despite her innocence, were limitless and without restraint. She stared in awe at her friend, wide-eyed with admiration, as Susan fitted her lips against the head of Blaze's dick and began slurping on the tip.

Susan opened her mouth wide and groaned with frustration when she found that her mouth was not large enough to accommodate the pony's flaring prick.

"I can't suck it!" she wailed. .

She threw her body back in a bow, hair sweeping the floor, and jammed her hot cunt up against the knob once more.

As his cock nudged against the girl's cunt, Blaze thrust his powerful flanks forward and a great geyser of yellow slime spurted from his cock, soaking her smoldering pussy and squirting in past the unfurled lips.

The sturdy beast humped again.

This time his knob slid up through her tight pussy and his spurt skidded up the girl's arched torso, skimming her belly and soaking her tits.

Rolling her eyes in a fit of passion, Susan slid down and lifted her head wildly just in time to receive the beast's third great spurt directly in her face. She opened her mouth wide and the bestial semen fell like a waterfall upon her lips.

Susan knocked the stool from under her "ass as she writhed. She fell onto the stable floor, writhing with lust. The animal's prick had stopped spurting now, but heavy shards of semen continued to pump from the cock, splattering on her naked, twisting form, and she humped her loins up, thighs spread apart, so that these last delicious drops could splash onto her overheated cunt.

Then, untouched by human hands, Susan began to vibrate with orgasm.

She threw her hips from side to side and pumped her belly up and down and screamed with the great ripping agony of release as her seething pussy pumped out streamers of cuntjuice to mingle with the pony's cream in her flooded crotch. She continued to twitch for long moments. Finally she lay still.

Brenda was watching her, mouth open and eyes wide and pussy steaming.

Susan turned her face and looked at Brenda. Her lips were coated with pony cum and her tongue flicked absently across the surface.

She smiled at Brenda.

Brenda gaped at her, totally amazed at the incredible transformation which had changed this girl overnight. She half-expected, now that the urgency of passion had been released, that Susan would be mortified by the terrible thing she'd done. Susan seemed rather dazed.

"Are... you okay?" Brenda asked.

"Sure," said Susan. "That was fun. What shall we do next?"

And Brenda was filled with awe...