Beauty stepped close to the child, nudged her, then whinnied. The barn reeked of the child's sex. Beauty sensed it, became anxious, expectant. He was ...sed to it. Tammy, his young mistress, had done it many times."Not yet," she giggled, backing away. "Wait until I'm naked."Priscilla slipped her bra off, laid it over the side of the stall with her blouse. She cupped her budding mounds in her hands. Her knees shook, and she stopped playing with herself for a moment."God!" she gasped. She plopped. "Lets see if I can tame this Frost Giant." she said. Santa bit down on his lower lip as Claire began to suck him off. As she gazed up at him with her blue eyes she took it deeper and deeper each time until her nose pressed into his pelvis. With the Cock nice and slick Claire led him to the nearest chair and sat him down. Holding up his huge prick Claire sat on his lap and shoved it deep inside of herself. "What do you want for Christmas little girl?" Santa asked. "Oh Santa I wanna Cum hard.". We carried on kissing as we flopped down onto her bed, our hands exploring each others body. Her body quivered as my hands moved over her smooth naked flesh, and she let out a small murmur as I gently kissed all the way down he body toward her pussy. I can still remember how sweet she tasted and the force of her pushing my face to her clit as she let her hips grind against me still makes my pussy moist now. We rolled around on the bed for what seemed like hours, exploring each others body,. It did, however make it easier to accept that after one look at myself in the mirror, there was no doubt what role I'd be taking in sex from now on. I couldn't imagine being the top - only being fucked. Those looks in the mirror were a reminder that I was making this reality, and that I would have to accept that I was the one to be fucked. It was hard to imagine women sexually when I had panties tugged down around my ankles so I could jerk off, and made it a lot easier to imagine being on the.