Chapter 1

"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."