"Yes, Mr. Hudson. My father says I'm very good." Priscilla stepped out of the way so Mr. Hudson could saddle the pony.

"Be careful," he said. Holding the reins, he walked Beauty out into the morning sunshine. He patted the leather saddle, then gave Priscilla the reins. "Be back in time for lunch."

Quickly, Priscilla mounted the pony. "I will," she promised.

"If you follow that dirt path down to the trees, there's a nice stream. Beauty likes to stop there for a drink."

She nodded vigorously, anxious to be on her way. With a gentle nudge of her heels, she urged the pony forward. "C'mon, boy." She made a clucking sound, and they were off.

Ben watched the happy teenager ride off. When she was beyond the field and skirting the grove of trees, he went inside the house. He hoped his daughter, Tammy, was as happy in the city as Priscilla was here in the country.

Bouncing in the saddle, Priscilla enjoyed the friction against her jean-clad crotch. Having been deprived of an orgasm earlier, her cunt and clit were ultra-sensitive. Each gentle slap against the hard saddle made her tremble, made her pussy seep, her clit throb. "I'm creaming myself," she gasped, her words being carried off in a gentle breeze.

The stream was up ahead, and she tugged gently on Beauty's reins. "Easy, boy, easy," she soothed, sensing the pony's excitement. She slowed him down.

At the brook, Priscilla climbed off the pony's back.

"Oh, shit!" Her legs trembled, and she leaned against Beauty for support while he drank at the flowing stream of crystal clear water. The horny teenager rubbed her slender body against the pony's golden-colored coat. "God, I'm so hot, Beauty!" The ride, with its friction on her pussy and coupled with her interrupted sex play, had the young virgin boiling with passion.

Water dribbling off his snout, Beauty snorted. He tossed his head in the air, then twisted to look at her. He snorted again and nudged Priscilla in the side.