The Pony Girls E-Book

Hentai Jones

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Thinking back on my first day on the farm I had to smile: I hadn't been that happy for a long time - and to start my stay as a pony girl was a welcome change to all the sad days I had behind! Of course it was only a game, but it was definitely an exciting one: I felt so frisky and so sexy in my tight leather harness, and I loved the hot sun on my bare breasts, I loved to tease Jacob with my cute bubble butt and I loved to see him smile! Even if he was to keep me as a pony I would probably stay with him forever: I was in love with him and this was a fact which couldn't be belied! The soft grass of the paddocks between my toes and the warm sunshine on my face had made me smile behind my bit, to hear the laughter from the boy behind me on the cart had made me happy, even if it was just from watching my bouncing buttocks doing their silly little dance!

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Hentai Jones

The Pony Girls

A pretty horsy Romance with a very happy End!

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The Pony Girls

The Pony Girls

by Hentai Jones

BookRix Edition 2017

Copyright by Amé

Hentai Jones:

THE PONY GIRLS

A pretty horsy Romance

with a very happy End!

Cover artwork from Pinterest

without a copyright attached!

1 - Falling into the Trap

Falling into the Trap

As we were walking down the track through the forest to the neighboring village to visit her old auntie my friend Sophie was telling me stories about her wicked little brother Seppel, who was constantly trying to get his hands into her knickers - she was in a very happy mood and she made no secret out of the fact, that she was actually enjoying her brother's erotic advances and was looking forward to have a chance to get a firm grip on his little pecker soon as well! Such erotic stories were always exciting me: as the only daughter of a war widow I had no such spicy tales to share, and too many times I had prayed for a brother in my dreams: one bold enough to stick his hands into my panties too! During the harsh times of the civil war the ideal of love was pretty much restricted to poetry books and romantic interaction between the sexes was reduced to wishful fantasies of the young girls, those ones who were still alive - and I was one of them!

In times like this pretty girls were just a merchandise, they were in constant danger if they dared to venture outside and in serious trouble when they were caught by a rapist or a slave trader - but Sophie had no fears: she was a born leader and I felt quite save to follow her! I was just wondering about the feeling to have another hand in my panties than my own when Sophie was announcing, that she knew a shortcut through the woods that would save us at least half an hour off the journey! My father had warned me countless times from strolling off the path during the times of war: that an innocent girl like me was an easy prey for the meat poachers and the slave hunters alike! But when I told Sophie about it she just laughed at me and said: »Oh, Madeleine, you're one scared little princess! If you're too shy to take a risk you will never ever meet a real prince!« Sophie had been always like that, and her arguments were impossible to contradict, that was the exact the reason why I liked and adored her: I would have followed her into hell!

But then she suddenly stopped in her tracks, crossed a finger over her lips to signal silence and pointed ahead with another one - there was a fat rabbit sitting on a stump not far ahead from us, seemingly to dumb to be scared by our approach. Sophie whispered: »Let's get it, Maddie!«, but that wasn't the most intelligent advice I had ever got from her: just after another step towards the mouthwatering dinner roast the ground under our feet gave way and we fell down into a deep dugout, which was probably an abandoned mine shaft or an old empty well, disguised by a local farmer to catch a stray dog or a even scavenging wolf to spice up his dreary vegetable stew! The stuffed hare had been placed on the stump as a decoy and had fooled us both - Sophie was rubbing her ankle but assured me, that it wasn't broken, I had twisted my arm in the fall but it seemed to be alright too, but looking up at the sky far above us there wasn't much chance for us to get out of this hole without a long ladder: we were caught and scared to meet our captor!

But we weren't kept in limbo for too long: the face of a pretty boy was soon looking down on us and then he yelled out: »We have caught something, Dad, come and have a look!« Dad's hairy face was appearing above us as well, and he wasn't showing any disapproval of what he saw: two young girls sitting in the muck with dirty undies! »Can I keep them, Dad, they are so cute!«, the young one was begging him now and the old one replied with caution: »They're just frisky young fillies, Jacob, not broken in yet, but since your beloved pony had been confiscated by the fucking army to feed the starving soldiers you have been depressed a lot - so I may well let you keep them! Let's get them up and have a look at them!« The old man threw a rope down into the hole and he pulled us both up - he wasn't a mean-looking bastard, but the double barrel hunting rifle on his back was a good reason for us not try a silly run, not that he would have tried to kill us with it, but even a stray shot into the back of the leg was something I wasn't willing to risk!

Dad said to his son: »Those fillies are quite pretty, Jacob, I will let you have them, but only if you promise me to keep them in the barn, and for God's sake don't you ever let them run away: they would probably alarm the whole world and we would have an army of moral Christians on our back soon, bashing us up with their blessed crucifixes! There is plenty of leather gear in the stable to keep them tight and surely enough bits to keep them quiet too! Here: take the rope and bind them, and then we take them home!« Young Jacob surely knew about tying up ponies, he didn't fiddle around and made double sure, that all his knots were tight - but I felt a tenderness in his touch when he bound my wrists: he seemed to care that I wasn't hurt by his bondage, that my soft skin wasn't bruised by the rope and my hands wouldn't swell up by a lack of flowing blood. But by now even the bold Sophie had lost her cheeky face: she wasn't happy to be bound by a boy and to be taken prisoner by a poacher - she was deeply upset but too proud to show it!

It was a steep walk up the hill to the ridge and Jacob was driving his two new ponies on with a flexible twig of a willow tree, he was hitting out at our naked thighs if we were being slack, and I was regretting deeply to wear my shortest dress today, which probably allowed him to have good look at my tight pink panties underneath on the steep way up! The old man was ranting on about the bloody war, fought by brothers over a crumb of bread: it was clear that he was hurt, he probably had not only lost his stock to the thieving soldiers but his own wife too - and he was giving a shit about law and order! From the ridge we could see his farm down in the valley: there was no happiness left down there and all the horse corals were deserted - what once was a paradise was now a sad reminder of the greed and brutality of man. That I was understanding the old man's grief didn't mean that I was agreeing with his reaction to it: I didn't believe into the doctrine: an eye for an eye, and I wasn't happy about its conversion to: a pony for a pony!

Jacob on the other hand seemed to be a nice boy: a bit on the rough side though because he was probably better acquainted with ponies than with girls, but still a human being with feelings and emotions left after having to witness the destruction of his happy childhood! He was certainly not much older than me, but having grown up around animals had rendered him more receptive and more caring than any other boy I had ever met before. He was surely loving to drive on the stubborn Sophie with his stingy willow branch, but with me he was only gentle: and when I was spotting a shy smile on his face - maybe the first since his beloved pony had been slaughtered - I knew, that he liked me! Only in the most stupid novels the prey falls in love with its hunter, but as hard as I tried to hate Jacob I failed: he was too cute! He was exactly the brother I had missed for so long and I was wondering, how I would feel, when he was sticking his hand down into my panties - a rush of blood shot up into my face and I was careful to hide my blush from him!