Trembling, not knowing what to expect, Patsy stretched out on the hay-strewn floor. She felt, for a moment, like a sacrifice. It made her quiver.

"Now take off your panties," Ellen said. "Let's see your blonde pussy."

Patsy was glad she wasn't standing. If she had been, she knew she would have fallen. She eased her panties down her slim hips, then kicked them off as voices gasped and sighed.

"Not much hair," Ellen said, looking down at Patsy's pussy, then at the drooling crowd of girls.

Mary and Tracy got down on their knees and each grabbed one of Patsy's slim ankles. They pulled, stretching Patsy's legs apart, exposing her blonde-thatched virgin cunt to everyone in the barn.

Patsy's sparse patch of golden pubic down concealed nothing.

Patsy moaned. "What… what's going on?"

Ellen got between Patsy's legs and stared at the dripping cunt. "You're all wet between your legs," she giggled.

For a moment, Patsy was embarrassed. It was true. She was on fire.

"Are you still a virgin?" Ellen asked as she touched Patsy's wet pussy.

Patsy shuddered. "Y… yes," she gasped. The touch had been electrifying.

"We have to check," Ellen said. "Only virgins can join our Horse Club."

Patsy began to shake. Her nipples ached as blood surged through her veins, swelling her nipples and her hard, tiny clit. She moaned, her hips twitching, her tits flopping.

Ellen licked her lips. Her violet eyes seemed to glow. She took her fingers, prodded Patsy's pussy as a hush fell over the teenaged girls in the barn. Warm cream soaked her exploring fingertips.

Tracy and Mary gasped, each remembering when Ellen had checked their pussy for cherry-skin. Being the closest, they saw the most. They kept Patsy's legs stretched wide and drooled as Ellen's fingers slipped beyond the puffy folds of Patsy's cunt and into the steamy wet entrance.