Ponygirl Tales
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Looking into Flare’s dark and brooding eyes, he cupped the girl’s furry sex, probed the moist folds with his middle finger, and was amazed at how quickly and easily it slipped right up into the tense ponygirl.
The pussy his finger explored was warm, incredibly hot, and wet. He moved the finger experimentally and felt the heat, the wet slickness, and the silky smooth inner walls of the female vagina for the very first time. He couldn’t believe it: he had his finger up a girl’s cunt! He was wildly excited. It was heavenly!
“That’s right, dear. Now move your finger….up and down.”
Flare’s eyes widened when the finger lodged inside her began to move. He poked even higher till he held the girl by the wet crotch with the finger completely buried up her cunt. Geoffrey knew what to do. He had read all about it. This was what they called “finger-fucking” -- when you stuck a finger up a girl’s pussy and jiggled it a bit.
Flare bit her lip; he worked her up with his fingers; jiggling his wrists, wriggling his probing finger. Her eyes widened and she moaned. And that little cry of passion fired his lust.
“Faster,” his aunt coached in a demanding hiss.
Driven by his own surging passion, his pumping hand sped up. The girl wiggled excitedly, fell forward. Her hips began to rock; tiny whimpers were coming from between her tightly-pressed lips.
The lust-crazed lad finger-fucked the girl even more furiously; his wrist became a blur. Her eyes were closed and she threw back her head and collapsed against him, rubbing her naked body up along his length. Her hips were churning as she urgently ground her swollen clitoris against his plunging wrist, humping, riding the pistoning hand that was sending waves of creamy pleasure ripping through her writing body. And in this way, the passions of Flare were unleashed by the boy, and the ponygirl rode to a thundering orgasm.
“I think we could declare your first lesson a success,” Geoffrey’s aunt dryly observed, watching Flare shudder massively, and with a long wavering moan, collapse to her knees.
Ponygirls Seven
But Weekends Are Mine!
Even though she had been with the company for almost two years, her fellow workers knew very little about Marcia Sokolowski. To them she seemed rather plain, mousy girl, small and slightly-built who never had much to say, and seldom smiled. Her clothes were drab and uninspired, mostly somber business suits. When she first started, her co-workers would drop in for a chat, but after a few weeks, she took to keeping the door to her office closed, and the visits soon stopped.
Marcia brushed aside the offers of friendship from the other girls at work. They found her cold, and mostly indifferent to happenings in office. The guys knew she was not a girl to joke around with, in fact she seemed to make no more effort to be sociable to the men in the office than she did to the woman. At first she was invited to go out with the gang for drinks on Friday afternoons, but she always seemed to have some excuse, and soon those invitations stopped coming. All in all, Ms. Sokolowki was written off as a rather dull, uninteresting type, whose life seemed to be limited to her small apartment and her two cats.
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Marcia eased open her office door and cautiously stuck her head out, looking up and down quickly, to be sure the hallway was empty; her escape path, clear. Snatching up her purse and a light coat, she scurried in rapid strides down the carpeted hall toward the back stairway, her heart pounding all the way. At all costs she had to avoid the elevators and the front lobby with the ever-present Shirley behind her receptionist’s desk. By using the utility stairs at the back of the building, it was unlikely that anyone from the office would see her ducking out early, really much too early -- even if it was a Friday afternoon.
Once in the protective shell of the cement stairwell, she flew down the five flights of stairs, and plowed her way through the solid metal door at the bottom to find the freedom of the parking lot. Dashing across the asphalt, she jumped into her waiting Camry, and made her escape.