A Lesson for Little Missy

When Missy's a little she wants to ride her pony Dora, but her pony’s come into season. Dora’s interested in the stallion, the stallion’s interested in Dora, and everyone at the Manley Dairy is interested in the horses. Dairy Maids and Dairy guests alike come to watch, and Missy sees some facts of life on the farm.

Afterward, Missy’s left to play by herself, while the man of the house finishes handling the horses. He always knows best, and he’ll have to help Missy understand what she’s seen. Some lessons need examples and demonstrations.

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I got a front row spot at the fence, with Auntie Patti and her new pal behind me. So I got to see Daddy lead a very prancy palomino mare out of the barn, her tail lifted high, the hairs caught into a club with an Ace bandage. Daddy led her into the corral, letting everyone on the rails see her pussy flashing pink.

“She’s winking. That means she’s very excited,” my auntie said.

“Wish women did that,” her pal whispered.

“Maybe you should look harder,” she sassed.

I just watched. So that’s where the big black stallion would put his huge prick. My golden pony looked so small.

Daddy tied her to a post, with some slack, and waited with her, speaking softly while the hired man brought out—not Sylvester! I didn’t know this horse, a chestnut much closer to Dora’s size. He looked like a Welsh pony, too, and he was all male. His pony-prick had dropped already, and he was sniffing after Dora’s flanks and hindquarters.

I felt much better, even if Dora wasn’t going to get fucked by Daddy’s stallion. She liked Sylvester—but he was so much bigger. This stallion might be a stranger, but Dora seemed to like him too.

He did horsey things like sniff and raise his lips, and everyone watched his prick. Long, pink, and thick and flat on the end, it made the men grumble and the dairy maids giggle, and everyone had someone to joke with except me. The strange stallion’s penis flashed to full erectness as he sniffed my pony’s back end, and when he screamed, everyone jumped. We jumped again when Sylvester screamed back. Thuds from the barn meant someone was displeased, and would the stall survive?

Daddy and the hired man let the horses greet each other, to a corral-full of bad jokes about “this is foreplay?” I gripped the fence rail hard. I had to be very wet to take my Daddy’s penis. Was Dora wet enough for this?  Her tail was pulled away to the side, she looked damp. 

And then the chestnut stallion reared on his hind legs, his big prick curved upwards, and he mounted my pony. My horny pony, who backed against him when his prick hit home, and we all gasped when that fat, fleshy tube slid into her. 

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