Wild-eyed, she grabbed the horn. She slipped from the pony's back like hot melted butter.

On a soft blanket of grass, she writhed in agonizing bliss. She skittered down from the dizzy heights her orgasm had taken her to. Goose bumps dotted her smooth tingling flesh.

"Ooo, Beauty," she moaned. Still on her back, she blinked the golden pony into focus. She pulled herself up into a sitting position. Heart beats thumped in her heaving chest. She looked around. It was like a dream, a fantastic dream. A sensuous smile adorned her face.

Beauty lowered his head and nibbled his lips over her glowing tittie flesh. He snorted. The scent of her wet cunt flared his nostrils. He bent his long neck lower and tried to attack her pussy.

"Nooo!" Priscilla squealed, scrambling away from the animal. "No, more!" She giggled, crawled away and stood. "Ohh, God, you're horny."

She grabbed her clothes, dressed quickly.

"Now we'd better get back." She looked at the saddle. It was soaked with pussy juice. "Oh shit!" Priscilla pulled her blouse out of her jeans, wiped the saddle with it, then tucked it back inside. "Next time, I won't use a saddle."

She climbed back on the pony. Tremors rippled through her pussy as she headed back to the farmhouse.

CHAPTER THREE

Ellen and Ben Hudson smiled benignly at Priscilla who was wolfing down her lunch.

"Riding Beauty sure gave you an appetite, didn't it, Priscilla?" Mrs. Hudson said. She was tall, blonde, and blue-eyed an older version of her teenage daughter, Tammy.

Priscilla glanced up sheepishly. Her cheeks were flushed pink. Her brown eyes sparkled. "Yes, it did, Mrs. Hudson." She swallowed the rest her food. "It's so beautiful around here. Much nicer than the city."

Ben wrapped an arm around his wife and looked at Priscilla. "Ellen and I are going into town this afternoon. Would you like to join us?"