Free Ponygirl Tales by Don Winslow

woman, all that makes her who she is. You must show her you appreciate each unique gift she has to offer. To truly enjoy a woman she must be willing to offer herself totally, body and soul. And she’ll only do that if she must feels truly appreciated for those things that are unique to her, that set her apart from her sisters. The best of men understand that to bring out that emotional response they must learn to cherish the little things, the subtleties the female offers to the male in the eternal dance of the sexes. One day you’ll realize it’s more than tits and arse, my lad, so much, much more.” Throughout this monologue young Geoffrey gaze remained riveted on Flare’s pussy. He could barely make out the slit through the tangled haze of pubic hair. Aunt Ursula glanced over and gave him a dubious look. “Here, let me show you. Come.” She beckoned the young woman to her. The girl stepped up to stand just in front of her mistress and this brought her even closer to the wide-eyed boy. It excited him to be so near to her, to have the tanned and healthy ponygirl standing before him, her wonderful womanly body totally naked, so available -- and just inches away. He could taste his rutting lust. He wanted to fuck this most desirable girl in the worst possible way. But Lady Ursula had other ideas. She reached out and laid her hands on the girl’s bare shoulders, smiling into those steady eyes. For a moment the two women regarded each other, looking into each other’s eyes. It was Lady Ursula who looked away first. Still smiling she began moving her hands to follow the roundness of those gently sloping shoulders. She followed down the smooth contours of the upper arms then backtracked to journey upward to the neck. Both hands slipped under the heavy mantle of red-gold hair to curve around the neck just above the collar. While one hand held the cupped the nape of Flare’s neck, the fingers of the other explored the thick band of leather. Geoffrey watched paralyzed while Lady Ursula fingered her ponygirl’s collar and then toyed with the dangling O-ring at the front. A finger hooked into the ring, and the Lady used it to draw the girl to her. Then to the surprise and astonishment of her on-looking nephew, she leaned forward and kissed the ponygirl, right on the lips! The ponygirl stood stock still, hands dangling helplessly at her sides; simply letting herself be kissed by the other woman. “Oh yes, very pretty,” Ursula breathed in a husky voice, as she released the girl. “And such lovely hair…” Her fingers played in the shock of hair that fell over the brow, sampled its silkiness between her fingers, and fluffed it up a bit. “Some women become quite taken with their hair, you know; spend hours grooming and primping before their mirror. Did you know our Flare is just such a vain little girl, Geoffrey? Oh yes, she’s so proud of this hair of hers, aren’t you, my Pretty?” She took up a single strand; pulled it out; slowly drew on it till she saw the girl wince with the flicker of pain that passed over her face. In the blink of an eye, the toying fingers turned vicious, digging into the thick mop, grabbing a fistful, yanking upwards. Taken by surprise, the girl sucked in an abrupt gasp of air through grinding teeth. Her eyes widened in alarm and her jaws clenched as she was hauled up onto her toes. Geoffrey was amazed to see that the girl’s arms did not rise in her own defense to grasp and struggle with the offending hand, nor did she attempt to pull away to free herself from the painful grip. With hands still hanging uselessly at her sides, she simply endured being hauled up by her stretching hair. The lad saw a decidedly evil grin come over the smirking face of Lady Ursula as she slowly drew her fist backward forcing the girl to arch back on tiptoes and drawing forth an involuntary tight-lipped grunt. For a moment his aunt held her victim suspended like a tightly drawn bow while tears welled up in the