"Mmmmm," she sighed. "The city. Boys, and what they have between their legs." She couldn't wait!

She jumped off the porch, ran to the barn and wondered how her mother and sister got along without cocks. She stepped into the barn. She knew, once she got a cock, she would never let it go. She walked over to Gypsy's stall.

"How are you, fella?" she said, scratching the blaze of white on the horse's forehead. "You ready for some riding?" She giggled. "I'm horny as hell."

Gypsy whinnied as if he understood. He had been getting a lot of exercise lately. It was Pam's way of shedding her horny frustrations.

Pam led her spotted pony out to the middle of the barn and saddled him. "I'm going to ride you this morning until your balls fall off," she laughed, mounting him and slowly guiding him out of the barn.

Once outside, she kicked him in the sides. "Giddyup, Gypsy." She let out a screech and the pony took off. Her blonde hair, caught in a breeze, swirled out behind her.

An hour later, Gypsy, snorting, his coat glistening, pawed the earth as Pam reined him in at the barn. She jumped off, unhitched his saddle, and walked him until he cooled off. The ride hadn't helped her. All it did was make her hotter. Bouncing in the saddle had her crotch wet with cunt juice.

In the barn, she brushed Gypsy's coat, the itch between her legs driving her crazy. I need a cock so damn fucking bad, she moaned. She brushed his side. "God, I wish you were a boy."

She tossed her brush across the barn and threw her arms around his thick-muscled neck. "Ooooo, Gypsy." She rubbed her tits into him. "Unnnnn."

Shaking, she stepped back. Her mouth dried up and the juices in her pussy began to flow freely, soaking the crotch of her cotton panties. Hot frantic ideas swarmed through her mind. If she couldn't have a boy, she needed something. Her blue eyes glowed. She would have Gypsy! Anything would be better than her fingers.