Chapter 2

Bonny Harper was still a virgin, but that was a condition that the girl fully intended to terminate at the first opportunity. She was practical about it, with no desire to save her cherry for marriage or for the right man. She simply wanted to get laid. Any guy would do, she figured, as long as he had a big, hard cock. If she had lived in the city, Bonny would probably have been screwed by this time, but in the isolated countryside the selection of eligible young men was scant and although she'd been flirting lasciviously with the hired hand, he hadn't yet made a move in return. No doubt he was worried that he would lose his job if her father found out.

Bonny had been finger fucking herself for about a year, having discovered the pleasure of her hand by accident one day, while soaping her crotch in the bathtub. She enjoyed it a great deal, and did it with regularity--at least once a day and often more. She frigged her cunt to a foamy cum first thing in the morning, as a rule, when she was still groggy from sleep, and often she went to sleep at night with her hands still clamped over her soaking pussy. She seldom took a bath without enjoying an underwater handjob, remembering how she had first discovered the joys of self-induced coming. But, as much as she enjoyed it, the sexy teenager was becoming bored with handjobs and was ready for some stiff prick. Then she discovered a brand-new thrill.

It had happened the first time that she rode her pony bareback. Bonny hadn't even been thinking naughty thoughts, she had simply been jogging along on Buck's broad back when all of a sudden, her cunt started to simmer, then smolder. She had wrapped her slender thighs tightly around his powerful, sweat-lathered body and squirmed her crotch up and down along the ridge of his spine until, gasping, she creamed. It had been so wonderful that she could hardly wait for her next ride.

Just at the moment her father was beating his cock thinking about Bonny, the girl was wriggling happily around on Buck's back. She had started to squirm the moment the bend in the lane had taken her out of sight of the field, moving sinuously and slowly, wanting to prolong the pleasant build-up before the creamy conclusion.

Her thighs tensed and her ass churned. She clung to the pony's flowing mane, her eyes narrowed and her lips parted, her pretty face transfigured to a mask of pure passion. She wasn't wearing any panties under her tiny denim shorts and the crotchband of those shorts was sodden. The material was dragged into the vee of her crotch as if by the suction of her cunt-hole, and her hairy, pink cuntlips were gaping open, pushing free of the band. Frothy white cuntjuice trickled down the insides of her thighs like a string of pearls.

Buck tossed his head up and snorted, his soft nostrils flaring and his eyes wild and white. He sniffed, scenting the girl's arousal and, being a stallion, started to get aroused himself. He trotted more slowly, his gait faltering as Bonny rubbed her crotch up and down along his ridged backbone.

A ribbon of pussy juice slid from Bonny's steaming cunt and poured down the pony's back. The hot slime was drenching her shorts and seeping through the denim, making the animal's back slippery and Bonny slid up and down on that lubrication, moaning softly as her wonderful sensations rose towards their peak.

Waves of joy rushed across her belly and shot like electric currents up her thighs.

"Oh!" she gasped as a spasm shook her.

Her taut, swollen clit detonated, setting off a juicy explosion in the depths of her fuckhole. The blonde girl jerked about spasmodically, rubbing her cunt furiously up and down the pony's heaving back. She bowed over his arched back, then threw her head and shoulders back, her long blonde hair tumbling. The waves of her climax came higher and faster, rushing one upon the other so fast that they were blending into one prolonged peak. Her whole nubile body was vibrating, her plump tits bobbing up and down, her trim ass grinding.

Cuntjuice flooded over the pony's back and dripped down his flanks. Buck whinnied and came to a halt. Bonny continued to rub her groin against him, working her climax off to the dregs as the muscular animal stood rigid under her jerking body. The dumb animal wasn't quite sure what was happening, but he knew it was exciting.

Buck twisted his head around, his thick neck coiling. His red tongue came out and he slurped at the cuntjuice that was running down his side. Bonny gasped when she saw her pussy cream slide onto the pony's long, wet tongue. It thrilled her so much that another spasm jolted her loins and another river of cunt juice bubbled out. The frenzied pony lapped it up greedily.

"You like that, do you, boy?" Bonny murmured.

Buck whinnied, prancing under her, tossing her lithe body around. His flanks heaved between her gripping thighs. The last wave creamed in her cunt and Bonny whimpered with the thrill of it. She leaned forward over the pony's withers, a dreamy smile on her lips.

Then she looked down and saw that Buck was getting a hard on. Bonny tilted sideways on his back, gazing under him, fascinated. His prick was long and thick and getting longer and thicker by the moment, the huge cock extending in a series of jolts, and rising up to the horizontal. His naked black cockhead came sliding out from its leathery sheath, a massive slab of smoking hot cockmeat.

"Holy shit!" Bonny gasped.

She leaned closer, one knee hooked over his back, staring in awe at his gigantic cock. She shook her head as if in disbelief. Buck snorted and tossed his head about wildly. Slowly, the dreamy smile on Bonny's sensual lips changed to a wicked grin.

She leaned right out over the pony's flank, like an Indian shielding himself from a wagon train's guns, one thigh hooked across his back and the other leg sliding under him. She rubbed her instep and ankle slowly up and down the animal's cocksaft. The fat prick throbbed against her foot and Bonny whimpered. She fluttered her toes against the flaring wedge of his naked black cockhead and watched the huge prick pump in and out like an inhaling lung.

Bonny was wondering: Should she jerk the pony off?

She sort of owed him a favor. After all, she'd creamed on his back and by doing so, had caused that huge hard on, so she was sort of responsible for dealing with it. Then, too, she reasoned, it would be too embarrassing to bring the pony home in that aroused condition, and how could she make his cock soft again, unless she emptied his balls? These were justifiable reasons, certainly, but they weren't really the main reason--which was that naughty Bonny wanted to jerk the pony off! Her hands were itching for a feel of that hard, hot prickmeat and she was longing to have it throbbing in her grip, and then to see all that hot, thick horse cum spurt out of his pisshole. It was kind of naughty, she figured, but it was all the more exciting because of that. And it wasn't really wicked, not as if she was fucking him or sucking him off, she reasoned. She would never do that, would she?

Bonny slid gracefully off the pony's slippery back. His head turned and he gazed at her expectantly. Being only a dumb brute, Buck didn't know that it was naughty for little girls to jerk off animals and of course he didn't even know what a handjob was. But he was going to find out.

Bonny stroked the excited pony's arched neck and ran her fingers through his silken mane. The horse snorted and nuzzled his soft, moist snout against the girl's cheek. His haunches were rippling with muscle, pushing his prick in and out under his belly. Bonny had just creamed and yet she was hotter than ever, totally thrilled by her naughty intentions, her imagination sparking with lust, her pussy steaming again. She grasped Buck by the mane and led him off the path, into the wooded fringe that offered them sufficient concealment. The pony stepped along willingly beside her, his head going up and down. His cock was jutting out so straight and stiff that he seemed to be striding along a fence.

Bonny halted in the dappled shadow of the trees and gazed at the pony's cock and balls again, her pretty face radiant with desire. His prick pulsated as if her hot gaze had physically caressed his meat and he pawed at the earth with one hind hoof. Bonny slid her open hand down the horse's sweat-soaked flank, then paused before she touched his cock. His balls were so huge that she knew he would be shooting fuck-juice all over the place when he came, and she didn't want to get her clothing soaked with slimy pony cum. Anyhow, it would be more naughty, and more exciting to be naked when she jacked the brute off.