Beauty nuzzled his nose at Priscilla playfully, knocking the teenager into a pile of hay. His cold wet nose went between her outstretched legs. Snorting, he rubbed her virgin crotch.

Nervously, Priscilla laughed. She was a little frightened and a lot excited. "Ohhhh, Beauty! Do you do this to Tammy?"

She rolled away from his persistent muzzle and scrambled to her feet. Strands of hay clung to her shirt and hair.

"You'll get me soon enough, you horny prick."

With loving strokes, she caressed his bare back. The muscles rippled underneath the pony's sleek coat. She shivered excitedly, sensing the power in the beautiful animal.

"Ohhhh," she cooed dreamily. "It's going to be better cumming on your bare back than in the saddle." The prickling sensation of his rough coat against her naked tits came rushing back to her. It sent tremors down her spine.

Priscilla backed away from the golden pony. Her wide innocent brown eyes looked to the barn door to make sure it was locked. She felt safer here than at the stream. The assured privacy gave her a sense of freedom.

"I'm so hot," she moaned. She stood in front of the pony. Her hands trembled. "I'm going to strip for you, Beauty."

Hot rippling tremors warmed the spongy depths of her virgin twat. She slipped off her blouse, her brown eyes glassy with desire. Beauty stepped close to the child, nudged her, then whinnied. The barn reeked of the child's sex. Beauty sensed it, became anxious, expectant. He was used to it. Tammy, his young mistress, had done it many times.

"Not yet," she giggled, backing away. "Wait until I'm naked."

Priscilla slipped her bra off, laid it over the side of the stall with her blouse. She cupped her budding mounds in her hands. Her knees shook, and she stopped playing with herself for a moment.