Chapter 8

Leaving the cabin, Carson had cut through the woods and angled down to the stream, further along and down current from where his son was jerking off on the bank. Intent on seeking the stag, Carson failed to notice the thick globs of jism that flowed along, bobbling on the surface of the water, nor the open-mouthed catfish that nibbled at the stuff. He followed along a narrow trail, his camera ready, hoping to get a picture that might be published in "Field and Stream." Although he had not had his customary fuck the night before, nor this morning, Carson, unlike his over-sexed wife, was not feeling at all horny.

But that was a situation that was very soon going to be changed in a most dramatic fashion.

He rounded a bend in the trail and halted. The trees ahead bent over the path on both sides, forming a leafy archway and through that archway a pony was trotting towards him. A young blonde girl was astride the pony, riding bareback. For an instant, Carson was puzzled, under the illusion that the girl had two heads. Then he realized that the pony was being ridden double and that the rider behind looked exactly like the one in front.

Seeing the man blocking the trail, the lead rider drew back on the reins and the sturdy pony clattered to a halt a few yards from Carson. The pony snorted, twisting its neck from side to side and, from its back, the two girls smiled.

The twin in back had her head forward so that she was cheek to cheek with her sister. The girls had short, curly, sunstreaked hair, wide set eyes, full, sensual mouths, and freckles scattered across their cheeks. Their eyes were green as the forest. Filtered sunlight dappled them. Carson noticed that the rider behind was clinging to the one in front and that her hands had shifted up so that she was cupping her identical sister's plump tits. His prick gave a little ripple at that sight. But Carson, who believed incest and lesbianism to be rare, supposed that the tit grip was accidental.

Both girls wore very short cut-off jeans, the denim dragged up into the vee of their crotches. White cotton tee shirts molded their firm, thrusting tits. It was an erotic sight! Carson thought, those two sexy, perfectly identical young girls seated bareback astride the pony. But horseback riding was a good, clean, healthy sport, and the innocent fellow was ashamed of himself for seeing the girls as sex symbols.

He stepped closer. The pony shied and nickered softly, tossing its head, its thick mane flowing. The beast's sturdy flanks and broad chest were frothy and lathered.

"Hi," the first twin said in a friendly fashion. "Sorry we almost rode you down, Mister. I didn't expect anyone to be walking out here this early in the day. We..." she turned to give her sister a meaningful wink "... we like our privacy."

Both girls giggled, surprising Carson. What was so funny about wanting privacy? He wondered.

"You a photographer?" the second twin asked, noticing Carson's expensive camera. "We like to have our pictures taken."

"Oh, well... I photograph animals in the wild," he replied.

"We're kind of wild," said the first girl.

"Errr... I was looking for the white stag that roams this forest," Carson explained, not wanting to get hooked into wasting film on human subjects or domestic ponies, although he had to admit that the sexy little sisters would make remarkable subjects. "I don't suppose you might have seen the beast?"

"Naw," the first twin said. Then she added, "I'm Molly and this is my twin sister, Wanda."

"Errr... Carson Smith."

Carson was disturbed by the presence of these nubile, giggling girls. His cock was starting to pulse and swell alarmingly and he was terrified that the girls might notice the mobile lump in his trousers. How embarrassing for a middle-aged gentleman to become sexually excited by teenage girls! They were both giving him impish looks, as if maybe they were aware of his discomfort. He noticed that, although the pony was standing steady, the girls were sliding and squirming on the beast's broad back.

"Well, nice to have met you," he said, anxious to be off, thinking that maybe when he fucked his wife later that day, he would fantasize about these twin nymphettes.

He stepped forward, turning sideways so that he could slip by them on the narrow trail. As he drew abreast of the mounted pony, Carson noticed a very interesting thing. The girl behind was still holding her sister's plump titties and her hands were moving, fondling those thrusting mounds. At the same time she was arching her back and rubbing her own tits against her sister. His eyes flickered lower. The girl in back had her belly thrust out, her crotch tight against her sister's shapely little ass. And, most exciting of all, the narrow crotch bands of both the girl's shorts were dark and damp!

Carson gulped. He told himself that their crotches must have become wet from the lathered pony's sweat. And yet it looked remarkably like cuntjuice that had seeped into the denim. Even as he stared at them, a frothy trickle of juice slid out from the cut off leg hole of Molly's shorts and ran down her slim thigh, leaving a glistening trail like the track of a snail.

Despite himself, Carson could not help but stop and stare. He heard the girls giggle again. Embarrassed, the nervous man averted his gaze. But when he lowered his eyes, he was startled to notice an even more remarkable sight.

The pony had a hard-on!

That huge erection was getting bigger and harder by the instant. The pony's balls were swollen, as big as melons under his haunches and its thick long stalk sprouted out so far that his cockhead almost jutted out between his front legs. That cockhead was slick and black, the naked meat flaring out from the leathery sheath. A few drops of creamy spunk bubbled on the dark meat, oozing from the brute's open piss-hole and sliding down his prick-knob.

Carson gasped in shock.

"What's wrong?" Wanda asked.

Molly hooked one foot around and rubbed her ankle against the pony's prick experimentally.

"Oh, this damned pony has got another hard-on," she said.

"Yeah? He's a horny horse, ain't he? Hell, we just took care of him back at the stable before we came out for a ride--"

"Well, riding him bareback, with our cunts getting all hot and juicy, turns him on," Molly explained. Then she grinned. "Not that I mind it!"

"I guess we better empty his balls again, huh?" Wanda suggested.

Carson stared in dumbfounded amazement. Were they serious? Were they just teasing him? They seemed to have forgotten his presence, for the moment.

Molly drew her leg across and slid gracefully down to the ground. Wanda followed suit. As she raised her far leg, Carson saw a wisp of cunt-hair curling from the leg hole of her shorts and saw that her crotch was as swampy as her sister's.

The two nubile twins, smiling and giggling, knelt down beside the pony, inspecting his hard-on. Carson was sure they must have forgotten he was there. But then Wanda turned and grinned at him.

"You can take pictures, if you want to," she said.

Carson gulped. Well, they'd be wildlife pictures, of a sort, he thought, although they'd never be printed in "Field and Stream." The man was totally fascinated. He knew that he should hasten away from this bizarre depravity but he was rooted to the spot, his eyes glued on the naughty twins and their horny pony. His cock was so hard by this time that he thought it must be damned near as huge as the pony's prick, while his balls, which had not been emptied in two days now, were swollen so much that he was standing bowlegged around them.

Molly reached out, palm upwards, and ran her hand along the length of the underside of the pony's stalk. "Ummm... nice and stiff," she whispered, tickling him under his swollen crown.

Wanda cupped his massive scumbags in her hand, lifting and fondling the leathery cum skins and nodding, as if satisfied that they contained plenty of joyjuice.

The pony snorted, pawing at the earth with one hind hoof and tossing his silky-maned head about. Sinew and muscle rippled in his powerful withers and haunches. He made a little humping movement, shoving his cock out over Molly's hand. It seemed obvious that the pony was well aware of what was going to happen to him and that it had certainly happened in the past. Carson felt that he should be disgusted by the scene but he was fascinated.

"We better get naked first, huh?" Wanda suggested.