THE PONY WIVES – Chapter 5
"Wait a minute, Anne," Ron said, looking up from his desktop and its load of stock
records, stud book, and a reference on the relationship of nutrition to size in animals.
"Do you mean that we’re going to have two couples to maneuver into swapping on the
same weekend?"
"I know it’s not going to be easy, darling," Annette conceded as she moved to stand
behind his chair and massage the back of his neck affectionately. "But I can’t very well
get out of it gracefully. I owe Paula a’ lot of favors… to say nothing of the fact that she
very well might be the first one to buy a ‘party horse’ from us."
"I can see your point, but… two couples… neither of them wise to what we want them
to do before the weekend is over…"
"That’s not quite true," she corrected him.
"Jake’s been briefed by Paula and he’s game. AI; we have to do is work out a smooth
way to getj Bibi involved."
"Oh, that’s all we have to do, huh?" Ron asked! with more than a trace of sarcasm.
"While at thej same time working on the couple we’d originally hoped to seduce. You
know, it’s an unwritten law, almost, that you never have more than one-third of the
attendants consist of first-timers. And here we are, ready to tackle twice the problem
percentage, and only one guy out of the lot has been polled on the subject. Talk about
ambition!"
"Have you read that book?" she asked abruptly. Ron looked up at her again, suspecting
almost anything from Annette, whose sense of humor could be weird at times. He
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simply nodded an affirmative as he watched her face.
"Good. You tell me what foods to use and well shrink ’em down so small the
percentage will change in our favor."
"Listen, you lovely kook," he said, trying to restrain a grin and barely succeeding. "It’s
not going to be funny when you find yourself in the middle of this quaint little farce.
We’ll probably end up in padded cells."
"Now that you’ve gotten up a sweat about it," Annette said, resuming the massage of
his neck. "Paula had some great ideas, and if we organize things, we just might have the
weekend of our lives!"
"I see. Well, would you like to brief me on some of these great ideas? By the way, we
barely know Paula… that is, other than your old sorority associations. How did she find
out we were swappers?"
"She and her late husband spotted us at a session in La Jolla… remember that one
where Lila was eating two guys at once and she almost choked to death when they
came at the same time?"
"I don’t remember seeing them there."
"I know. When Paula saw me, she hurried up to the second floor and got into a group
thing." Annette giggled, remembering Paula’s sheepish explanation. "She said that in
college I seemed like a chaste little Miss Goodbody; then when she saw me at the swap
party, she was spooked, and ran upstairs. Later, she came down to say hello, but…"
"Yeah. I remember. That was the night someone got me started on daiquiris. We left
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early."
"We sure did! With you sicking up every five miles or so. But that’s how Paula
discovered we swapped. Which I think is not nearly as wild a coincidence as the fact
that I met Bibi at that glorified fat farm after having known Paula in college."
"You and Bibi are both crazy; neither of you have ever owned enough fat to see without
a microscope. But we’ve been through that before. What about Paula’s ideas, now?
Remember, the Chapmans will be here Friday and Jake and Bibi will arrive Saturday.
We’d better get something worked out!"
They discussed their own ideas and Paula’s, then merged the best features to create two
master plans; one beautiful in its simplicity and one more complex. The simpler would
be the best, but they knew that it depended upon what they could accomplish with the
Chapmans before the others arrived.
Their preparations were a bit tiring, since they involved some rearranging of the
furniture and considerable work in the barn. But when Friday came, all was hopefully
ready.
The Chapmans arrived in ranch attire, Howard wearing blue jeans and a plain cotton
shirt; Jan looked like the ingénue in a Western movie in her tight-cuffed blouse, leather
miniskirt, vest and boots. After a round of drinks had been consumed, the guests’
luggage was brought in and put in their room. Then they sat and chatted over a second
round of drinks until Ron mentioned that he had to excuse himself to take care of a
chore in the barn.
He first went to his desk in the den and killed a few minutes while Annette went into
her act. She excused herself, also, then went into the kitchen. After a minute, she called
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out as if she expected Ron to hear her, but actually just loud enough to make sure
Howard caught her words.
"Would you build the fire in the barbecue before you go to the barn, Ron?"
As the Lansings had hoped, Howard got up and went into the kitchen, where he
volunteered to take care of the fire building so Ron could finish his ranch work and
rejoin them sooner. When Ron, in the den, heard Howard join Annette, he rushed out
through the living room, slowed as he passed Jan, and turned to her as if in
afterthought.
"Hey, Jan, would you like to see our star performer in action?"
She got up, intrigued, and followed him to the bam. He ushered her to the south door
that opened onto the breeding corral, then asked her to sit on the bale of hay he had
positioned within a U-shaped wall of hay bales.
Her seat gave her a perfect view of the little corral, but hid her from anyone entering
the north door. A duplicate U-shaped area had been set up beside it, so the two
adjoining stacks of bales formed an aisle leading to the corral door.
Ron got Powder Puff from her stall and put her in the corral, then went back and
unsnapped Jock’s halter. The little stud needed no guide; he had smelled the heat ooze
that dripped from the filly’s cunt for more than an hour. Ron had stabled them just
before the Chapmans arrived, leaving the other stock in the two pastures.
Jock snorted and rushed outside, tiny hooves making little dust clouds as he pranced
around, studying the filly. Ron joined Jan, who moved over so he could sit beside her.
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"That’s Little Big Jock," he whispered. "We got him the week after you were here the
last time. Powder Puff, there, was too young to breed when you saw her before, but you
may remember her."
"Oh, yes!" Jan said, smiling as her memory of the frisky little filly returned. "I admired
her coloring… the white blaze on her face, and that rich mahogany color everywhere
else!"
"Well, cross your fingers, Jan. We just might see her like the first step in making
another one like her."
They sat tensely as the little horses began their respective maneuvers; Jock trying to get
in close, nostrils distended as he smelled the enticing mare-scent, and Puff evading his
every approach coyly, while both whinnied and snorted and made staccato sounds on
the packed earth with their diminutive hooves.
Annette, as soon as she saw that Howard had the charcoal lit, led him out to the barn,
cautioning him to silence lest they disturb the animals she wanted him to watch. Their
entry was so silent that they took their seats on the bale of hay in the second U-shaped
nook without either Ron or Jan hearing them.
The hay around both "ringside seats" absorbed sound, and the noise in the corral
covered whispers and low voice tones quite effectively. Ron and Annette had tested it
ahead of time, and were quite pleased with the privacy they had contrived with only
fifty-two bales of hay!
Ron had already begun to enjoy the results of his labors, for Jan was obviously
stimulated by the sight of the Jock’s unsheathed cock, hanging redly and moistly from
his groin as he cavorted in the afternoon sun. The blonde’s ass was in constant
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movement as she kept shifting her seat excitedly, and her eyes were bright with
intrigue. She wet her lips frequently, Ron observed in sidelong glances, and he knew
things were developing favorably.
He put his hand on her thigh, just above the knee, as he leaned close and whispered to
her, making sure that his breath entered her ear warmly with each exhaled word.
"Had you noticed that the little stud’s equipment is only a fraction larger than a human
male’s?" he asked her, knowing the power of suggestion would make her think more on
the subject, drawing comparisons that could not help but stimulate her further.
"Yes… I mean… now that you mention it…"
Jan’s knees moved together as she tried to stop the tingling of her cunt by squeezing
her thighs tightly. Ron’s hand had remained on her leg and he was pretending to be
absorbed with the show outside.
Puff had let Jock come up behind her closely and was now permitting him the privilege
of a sniff at her wet cunt. Ron’s hand tightened almost imperceptibly on Jan’s thigh,
and she moaned softly.
"It won’t be long now," he told her. "Once a male gets a good sniff of a female’s juices,
there’s no stopping him!"
"Oh, I know," Jan said. "I know!" Her eyes were fixed on the scene as she let Ron’s
fingers creep around between her snugly pressed thighs. She gave a faint whimper and
relaxed the pressure. Ron moved his hand upward slowly until he could feel the soft
mattress of her cunt’s hairy covering through the crotch of her panties.
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Jan slid forward slightly on the hay bale, letting her knees separate even more. She kept
wetting her lips with her tongue as she stared at the little stud’s red erection. When Ron
turned and used both hands to start removing her panties, she lifted her ass off the bale
to facilitate matters.
He peeled the tiny garment off over her boots and laid it on the nearest bale he could
reach, then slipped to his knees and put his head under the awning of her leather
miniskirt. Jan’s hands clasped his head as he nosed into her blonde feathers and kissed
the swelling of her moist slit.
"Oh-h-h! Ron!" she breathed, thrusting her crotch outward to meet his kiss. The
swollen gash blossomed open and he licked into it, wasting no time with preliminaries.
He found her firm little clitoris and seized the bud in his lips, eager to give her a fast
climax.
He twitted the tender flesh with his tongue-tip and Jan moaned happily, her gluteal
muscles making her ass literally bounce on the compressed hay. Only her leather skirt
kept her from repeated jabs by the hay stems.
When Ron sucked on her bud, she started to come. Her hands pulled his head into her
cunt while her thighs tightened on his head, holding him there while she shuddered to
her finale, moaning softly with the ecstatic pleasure of it.
When she released him, he pulled himself up onto the bale and sat beside her again,
gulping in air. But he was not idle while he filled his lungs. He worked his jeans off
over his sandals and let them fall, then fished his aching cock out of the fly of his
shorts.
"Oh, no, Ron!" Jan said, staring at the hard flesh. "Take them off… I want to see all of
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you!" He peeled off the shorts hastily and Jan whimpered as she leaned over and seized
the freed erection in her hand. Her lips sought it, slid over its tip and sucked up a quick
vacuum as she titillated the sensitive flesh with her tongue.
Ron was at that crucial moment he always hated to face, when he was not sure whether
a sex partner was hung up on any particular technique. He loved what she was doing to
him, but he wanted to end it in time to enjoy the feeling of thrusting into her cunt. He
let her have his cock in her mouth as long as he thought he could take it, then backed
off.
Jan’s lips were pouted in a wet "O" as he looked at her, and her eyes were greedy as she
stared back at him. He grabbed up his garments and placed them on the hay, then took
her by the shoulders, slowly forcing her onto her back.
Her legs threshed as she used them to reposition herself, then they remained widely
apart as she welcomed him with open arms. He got the head of his cock into her wet
cunt and pushed, feeling it slither along in the steamy embrace of her tunnel. He leaned
over further and looked into her eyes.
"Ooh-h, you feel good inside me!" she said. "Just leave that cock where it is and kiss
me… I’ll furnish all the action!"
Her mouth was still as greedy as her eyes, and Ron thrilled to the way she kissed,
sucking at his tongue hungrily, gnawing at his lips without breaking the skin. She was
full of passion’s heat and her ass started to drive upward in rotating, consuming strokes
that buried his knob in her depths at one moment, then almost drew it out past her
frothing cuntlips.
The fires grew inside his loins and he felt the end approaching. Finally, Jan began to
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whimper, then sob softly, without slowing her movements in the least. He knew she
was ready to come again, and he tensed himself to hold off until the last second.
"Now! Oh, God! Now!" she cried as her body tightened into a knot. Ron loosed his hot
jets into her as she began to convulse. When their spasms had ceased, he lifted his head
and listened. It was quiet in the corral, and he knew that he had missed whatever
happened. He hoped that Annette had been in a position to see it, so he would know
whether to register a service in his records.
On the other side of the double wall, things had gone almost as Annette had planned.
From the moment she and Howard sat down, she had felt the electricity between them,
and knew that he would find it difficult to leave her alone, once she gave him an
opening.
"Have you ever watched a stallion at work before?" she asked. Jock’s bright cockflesh
was gleaming wetly in the sunlight as the little stud trotted toward Powder Puff.
"I saw a service at a stud farm in Kentucky," he said. "But it was when I was a boy, and
the horses were so big it was almost frightening. These little characters of yours are
different… sort of like pets."
Powder Puffs tail switched broadly, revealing the wet gleam of her vaginal oozing. Her
cunt was swollen, the lips distended and pulsing pinkly, Howard thought… or was it a
trick of the sunlight-and-shadow effect caused by her moving tail?
Jock moved in close to the filly and sniffed at her. Howard felt, Annette’s hand on his
thigh, gripping lightly as if she were tensely awaiting a touclidown at a football game.
He realized that her fingertips were almost touching the bulge where his cock lay in his
trouser leg.
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"She’s letting him smell her," Annette whispered, leaning so close to Howard that he
could inhale the sweet enticement of her faint perfume. His cock swelled and moved
Annette’s fingers where they curled around his thigh. He inhaled deeply, moving his
head to bury his nose in her hair.
Annette’s fingers stole over the swelling and squeezed it very gently. Howard groaned
and took her in his arms. Their lips met, and they kissed hotly, tongues stabbing and
searching. Howard’s hand slid around to unfasten her blouse, then slipped inside the
opening to discover that she wore no bra.
She hummed her pleasure as he cupped her tit tightly. He groaned and moved his head
down to take the tit with his mouth.
While he nibbled and sucked at the spongy tenderness, Annette managed to open his
fly and unfasten his waistband. His hard cock flipped out into her hand and he grunted
excitedly as she stroked it.
"Howie!" she said hoarsely. "Take off your pants and shorts!" He got them off while she
removed her panties, then watched her toss a small blanket onto the bale of hay. She
sat on it, then put one foot up beside her ass.
"Rrgh-h-h!" Howard growled as he saw the moistness of her exposed vulva. He went
down on his knees and pushed his mouth into the wet brown nest, licking its pink slit
and tasting her heated excitement.
He gnawed at her outer lips, gently frictioning the swollen flesh with his teeth, and
Annette whimpered as she tried to part her thighs even further for the thrilling
sensations. Howard took her clitoris in his lips, milking its tiny shape and sucking at it.
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"Oh, Howie… I’m… coming already!" she cried softly as her back tried to arch and her
ass shivered under her. He fastened his mouth over her cunt and sucked at the tunnel
while she shuddered powerfully.
When her body stopped jerking, he rose up and shoved the tip of his cock into the
wetness of her open cunt, plunging it in past the halfway mark. Her walls still spasmed
slightly, and the warm sheath delivered a gentle massage around him as he pressed in
all the way.
"Yes! Oh, fuck me hard… Howie… you juicy stud!" Annette’s ass was quivering as he
cupped her buttocks in his hands and began to stroke into her swiftly, feeling her juices
sluice around him warmly with each movement.
Annette could see over Howard’s shoulder into the corral, and Jock’s brilliant cock was
pushing at the Filly’s cunt as the watched. When he had it inside her, Annette felt the
remembered fullness of Capscrew in her own cunt and became more excited by the
moment.
"I think I’m… ready again… Howie," she panted. "Give it… all you’ve got!"
He speeded his strokes and began to groan as he felt the end nearing. When Annette
cried out and started to jerk under him, he let loose his load, feeling the explosions
twice-once in his gut and once at the tip of his cock, where the backwash pressured up
around him.
He kept it buried in her until he could no longer feel the faint grasping of her
convulsions. Then he slowly withdrew and stood on trembling legs, looking down at
her.
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Annette pulled herself slowly to her feet, took Howard’s hand, and led him around the
wall of hay into the doorway. They looked into the adjoining nook where Ron was still
above Jan, his cock buried in her to the balls, reluctant to break the pleasurable
connection.
Howard’s gaze met Jan’s, and they winked at each other. As the four of them began to
laugh, Annette tugged at Howard’s arm.
"Come on, Howie!" she cried. "We can beat them to the bathroom!"
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