Bob Wallace

Horse loving daughter

CHAPTER ONE

Lynne Powell was teenaged, virgin and horny. She slowly walked out of the small lake hidden in the woods. Her lush naked body glistened. Her wet blonde hair clung to her head. She shivered, then relaxed as the sun warmed her.

Being outside and naked excited her like it always did. Her small creamy tits bounced as she walked, the nipples swollen with the passion that constantly itched between her long slender legs. The blonde hair that decorated her cunt seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. She sighed dreamily and sprawled on the blanket, her blue eyes staring up through the trees at the sky.

Lynne lay on her back, soft sighs rushing from her parted lips. Her creamy tits moved erotically as her hips rolled. "Always so damn hot," she purred.

Her tits heaved as her breath quickened.

"So fucking hot."

She clawed the blanket, then brought her trembling hands to the soft pliant meat of her tits. She moaned, her hands molded firmly to the yielding flesh.

"Nice," she purred as the hard bullet tips burned into the palms of her hands. "So nice."

She kneaded her tits gently as the lust in her virgin pussy spread through her body. The gentle kneading turned into rough pawing. She scratched at her flesh, the juices in her cunt boiling and seeping from her pulsating pussy-hole.

A ragged moan choked from her throat and she rolled to her stomach, her hips rocking gently back and forth. Her clit, swollen and sensitive, brushed lightly against the nap of the blanket. Sparks of pleasure twitched through her cunt and she flexed the muscles in her ass with each twitch.

"I'm creaming," she panted as her face flushed. "Creaming for a cock." Spittle drooled from her open mouth as she rolled her hips and skimmed her hands under her trembling body.