THE PONY WIVES – Chapter 11
Ron and Annette had an early conference while the guests were getting organized for
the day, so they were working smoothly as a team when they got the breakfast
conversation channeled into the varieties of sexual indulgences found in the swapping
world.
From the moment Annette brought up the subject of the dogs they had seen perform,
all four of the guests displayed interest that appeared to go beyond an initial curiosity.
When she had told all she knew of dogs in connection with swap parties, Howard
volunteered the fact that he had read a book called ‘A Dog In My Bed.’
"It sounded authentic to me," he told them. "But it made me wonder just how much of
it went on. I’ll have to admit that it intrigued me."
"I screwed a sheep once," Jake admitted with a grin. "Our fraternity made every pledge
fuck that old ewe. You know, she wasn’t a bad lay, at that, to kids too inexperienced to
have a comparison."
"Paula told me about seeing a woman screwed by a burro," Bibi said, not to be outdone
completely. "She said that every woman in the audience was creaming her panties by
the time it was over. It must be an intensely stimulating sight!"
"I’m not sure I’d risk a cock the size of a burro’s," Annette said. "But on a dare, I might
have the nerve to experiment with something the size of a dog or… well, even one of
our little stallions. Their equipment isn’t much larger than a human’s."
"Should we dare her?" Jan asked.
"It would be exciting!" Bibi exclaimed. "As long as Anne didn’t get hurt or anything."
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"I would imagine it safer than some dogs, from what I read," Howard offered. "Dogs
have those knots that get hung up in a pussy!"
"I’ll dare you!" Ron said, according to plan. Annette pretended to look at him defiantly.
She set her coffee mug down hard, jarring everything on the table.
"You do, huh? Well, Ron Lansing, if you’ve got the guts to help me with it… get things
organized so it’s safe, then I’ve got the guts to try it!"
"Come on," Ron told the others, getting up from the table. "Let’s see if she’ll put her
pussy where her brave words point!" Slowly, as if reluctant to believe they were going
to witness the actual experiment, the Chapmans and the Jacobs left the table and
followed the Lansings out to the stable.
Ron went to Snapfire’s stall first, felt under her tail for moisture, and found more than
enough heat-ooze to be sure that her scent would work. He wiped his smeary fingers on
Annette’s cunt, as the others stared with eyes opened widely.
"The mare’s in heat," he explained. "I put some of her scent on Anne to interest the
stud. Otherwise, I doubt whether he’d pay her any attention."
He walked with Annette to the bale of hay which stood apart from the rest, bunched up
some saddle blankets, and put them on the bale. He had to keep up a patter for the
benefit of the audience.
"I’m guessing at the height of the stud’s reach by the height of the mares’ cunts from
the ground. Bend over that, Anne, and see where it brings your cunny."
She positioned herself, using deliberately awkward movements to convince the others
that it was her maiden attempt. When she was still, Ron studied her for a moment, then
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nodded his head as if he thought it might be all right.
"I think we’d better all wait out of sight," he said. "Howard, take Bibi into the
bathroom. Jake, you and Jan come with me. All of us will have to be very quiet at first,
until the stud gets completely interested – if he ever does. Hide behind the doors while
I’m bringing him out. After that, he’ll be looking in the opposite direction, if we’re
lucky."
He led Jake and Jan to the tack room and they went inside while he loosed Capscrew’s
halter rope and led him around to where Annette was propped on her belly, ass high in
the air. The little stallion smelled the familiar smell and saw the strange source of the
scent, recalling his previous connection with the pale mare who usually walked on her
hind legs.
Ron retreated as the stud sniffed around Annette’s crotch and whinnied his interest. It
was not until he reached the bathroom and turned to see Capscrew cavorting around
the bale and its helpless occupant, that he realized he had not put the hoof mittens on
the stud!
True, the obviously custom-made gimmicks would have been a giveaway clue to the
guests that their hosts had put on this show before. But Anne’s safety was more
important! Ron started to go back to the scene, but the stallion chose that moment to
maneuver into mounting position.
Capscrew had been hot to fuck from the first sniff, his long red cock hanging free of its
sheath and swinging damply as he circled his prey. Now he got behind her and reared
up, putting his front hooves down on the bale, one on either side of Annette.
Ron dared not interfere, now. If he spooked the horse at a time like this, those hooves
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might hurt Annette as he shied away. He would have to trust that Capscrew would be
as careful in dismounting! He went into the bathroom and stood behind Howard, who
had his hands on Bibi’s shoulders. The brunette stood in front of Howard, her ass
almost touching the bulge in his pants.
"They have such… sexy-looking cocks!" Bibi was saying in amazement. ‘That doesn’t
look too awfully big, but… can he get it in her without hurting her?"
"Let’s hope so!" Ron said fervently, thinking about the sharp edges on those small
hooves. He sent up a prayer and stood there, waiting tensely.
"I think he’s… found her cunt!" Bibi whispered. As she watched the little horse nudge
Annette’s vulnerable cunt with the tip of his red hose, she moaned and backed her ass
against Howard, feeling his erect cock press into the crack of her ass through the
intervening material of their clothes. It had been too cool for a nude breakfast, and only
Annette had undressed before going to the barn.
"Oh God!" Bibi breathed as the stud slid into Annette very smoothly; they could hear
her whimpering grunt with clarity. Bibi reached around behind her and opened
Howard’s fly. She fished out his prick and squeezed it gently.
Howard simply unfastened his waistband and let his slacks fall to the floor. He worked
his shorts down, slipping the fly over his cock and making Bibi release her hold on him
temporarily. He stepped out of the garments, then brought his hands up under Bibi’s
dress.
She wore no panties under the summer print, so his hands were sliding over her bare
buttocks, then sneaking around to dip his fingers into her bush. He pulled her against
him and found the blossoming edges of her slit with his fingertips.
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Bibi moaned as he stirred her wet flesh, and she started to cream heavily. She leaned
over, tipping her ass up at him. Howard let his fingers slip out of her soupy cunt and
used them to better advantage. He pulled her dress up onto her back.
With a limbo step, his knees slightly bent, he edged up to her and shoved his knob into
the dripping petals. Bibi whimpered and he buried it to the hilt.
"Oh God!" she cried softly. "What is that little horse doing to Anne?" The stallion was
fucking in earnest, now, and his crimson cock was alternately visible and buried in
Annette’s body.
"He’s fucking her," Howard whispered, doing his bit to help indoctrinate her. "Just like
I’m fucking you!" And he stroked in and out with slow, firm movements that reached
her deepest recesses.
Ron was aching with the need to get into the act; watching the effective fucking
Annette was getting seemed to make him more horny than ever. He took out his cock
and moved to stand beside Bibi’s head, letting the erection flop springily against her
face.
She made a doglike grab at it and got it in her mouth, then returned her gaze to the
horse show while she started to nod her head and suck at the stiff flesh.
Annette’s moans and gasping were louder now as the stud worked steadily to probe her
limits. The weird sight was accelerating all the watchers to climax-peak faster than they
might have wished.
In the tack room, Jake had found two boxes and placed them advantageously for
ringside seats. When the stallion’s cock had begun to peel out of his belly, Jan had
gasped, reached across to Jake, and freed his cock from his pants.
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"Oh, Jake!" she cried quietly. "The little horse has such a juicy-looking dong! It’s like…
ripe fruit or something!" She bent her head and tried to suck him off while looking at
the stud and Annette sideways.
Jake’s hand went under her skirt and found her naked crotch. He fingered into her slit
and spread the petals, feeling her wetness increase as he began to toy with her flesh.
Her ass rocked and rotated on the box seat and she was moaning around the bulk of
his cock as she sucked on it.
By the time, Capscrew had started to fuck Annette vigorously, Jan’s neck was paining
her too much to continue. She had to let Jake’s prick slip from her lips and straighten
the aching muscles.
"Let me sit on it, Jake," she pleaded. "I want your cock, but… I have to watch that
horse!" She lifted her dress and sat down slowly, her cunt wide open. Jake guided his
cock into her cunt and she impaled herself on it, sinking down until she felt him in her
all the way.
She reached down and caressed his balls and the base of his cock as he began to screw
up into her. She met his thrusts every time, even while unfastening the front of her
dress so she could bare her heated tits. Yet she did not miss a single stroke of
Capscrew’s with her sharply focused eyes.
"Grab my tits, Jake!" she cried excitedly. He slid his hands from her waist up to her
open bodice, then cupped the warm mounds, letting the warmer nipples peep between
his fingers where he could knead them constantly.
Annette’s sudden sharp cry of release was immediately followed by the sight of the
stud’s semen flowing out of her stretched cunt and dripping onto the hay. It kept
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coming as if the stallion had an endless supply.
"Oh God! Look at the come!" Jan yelled, then felt her own orgasmic waves gripping her
as Jake shot his load up into her hot tunnel.
When Bibi saw the quantity of horse cream oozing out of the helpless Annette’s cunt,
her eyes bulged. As tightly as the stud’s cock appeared to be wedged, she imagined the
pressure required to force the liquid past the obstruction must have ruptured Annette’s
vagina.
Bibi swallowed desperately as she discovered that another quantity of semen was being
pumped into her mouth. She felt her climax begin at the same moment. As her cunt
convulsed around Howard’s cock, it swelled and loosed its load inside her.
Ron felt the brunette suck out his last drop and groaned as he pulled away from her.
The stud was backing out of Annette and he feared she might again be dragged off her
bale in the process.
But Annette had determined that she would not pass out this time. She was fully aware
of the last hard plunge of the stud’s prick into her cunt’s end. And she had come close
to losing consciousness when his hot fluid began to squirt into her with potent force.
But she recalled what Ron had told her of the last time, and knew she must be
conscious to stay in position.
She clung to the bale with both hands, though they were weak and trembling. The
bulky cock plopped out of her, loosing a new flow of semen as her cunt walls closed
snugly behind the departing plug.
When the horse had regained his footing on the floor and moved several yards away,
she saw his hooves and realized that he had not been wearing the mittens. As she
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became aware of the danger she had risked, everything blacked out and she slid limply
off the bale to the floor.
Ron was there immediately and stood beside her until the others reached the spot.
Then he took the stallion to his stall while Annette was being carried to the bathroom.
She revived on the way and had them stand her on her feet. Everyone followed her into
the bathroom and the women helped her get her douche ready while the men watched
in awe and admiration.
"I guess I don’t have the right to a private douche," she said to the women, grinning
crookedly at them. "After the show I put on out there, I sure as the devil can’t claim
any modesty!"
"It was a beautiful show!" Jan insisted. "I’ve never seen anything so exciting."
"Oh, it was… fantastic, Anne," Bibi told her. "How soon could he do that again? Are
they like men… have to rest for a while?"
"It’ll take him a little bit to recuperate. Why, Bibi? Are you anxious to try him?"
All eyes were focused on the brunette as she stood there, open-mouthed and wide-eyed,
and nodded her head slowly. Jake had a strange grin on his face and was shaking his
head as if he had created a monster.
"Yes," Bibi whispered. "God help me, but I want to find out what it feels like. Jake?"
She turned to her husband. "Is it all right? Would you be mad at me if I…"
"Hell, no, Bibi! You’ve had enough years of stifling your true passion. I don’t think that
little stud will hurt you." As if he had surprised himself, he sat down again with a
thoughtful expression and stared at Annette, who was moving gracefully into the
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shower cubicle.
As the noise of the water started, Jan refilled the douche and began to use it. Bibi slowly
peeled off her dress and stood there waiting, as if to indicate that she was next in line.
And a production line it turned out to be, with Jan moving into the shower after
Annette, while Bibi douched. The men undressed, deciding that it was warm enough to
join the move toward nudism, and they began to line up as the refreshing sound of the
spraying water continued. Ron would have enjoyed a shower, but he had not been
sweating like the others, so he used the intermission time to check out the stock.
All of the horses were restless, for they could smell the heat-ooze and semen in the air,
and sense the tension of excitement around them. Ron let most of them out into their
pastures, keeping only Snapfire, Capscrew and Ballerina in their stalls. He had noted
vaginal ooze on Ballerina and thought he might need a generous supply to interest
Cappie in Bibi’s crotch.
Annette had gone to the house for drinks and now came back with a tray. They were all
too thirsty to wait for Bibi, who was still in the bathroom, so they started sipping at
their drinks as they stood around the stalls nearest the north door.
"Ballerina’s in heat," Ron told Annette as she gave him his drink. "She’s still several
months short of the recommended age for breeding, but… if we could catch her in this
heat, it might mean three foals in one month, and we’ve been having great luck with
their health."
"I think you just can’t stand to see a virgin on the premises," she replied, throwing him
an elfin grin.
"Oh, I don’t know, Anne. I think I showed remarkable restraint by leaving your rear
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maidenhead intact for so long." He gave her a knowing look and she giggled.
"If you’re so eager to have poor Ballerina’s cherry ripped out of her, why don’t you take
it yourself?" she taunted. "I gave up my modesty to entertain our guests; what about
you?"
Bibi showed up to stand beside them, her tits heaving with desire as she licked her lips
nervously. She put a hand on one of Ron’s buttocks and squeezed it.
"I’m ready," she said hoarsely. "Is the horse ready yet?"
"I don’t know, Bibi," he answered her honestly. "We can see how he reacts to the idea.
But I’ll have to sneak some mare juice to smear on you first, so he’ll come close enough
to get interested."
"Collect it with your cock," Annette teased. "Then you can have double the pleasure;
gathering it and applying it."
"Yes!" Bibi seconded. "I’d like that!"
Ron made a face as he turned toward the stalls. He was not too anxious to demonstrate
his cocksmanship with the little beasts, and he doubted whether Ballerina would let him
get away with it, since she had no prior conditioning. And he thought that she was
oozing more copiously than Snapfire at the moment.
But he made the attempt. He spent several minutes at it and finally had to give up. The
maiden filly was too skittish in her first heat, and she danced around in her stall, tail
flying back and forth so violently that he could not even get his fingers in her cunt.
He moved to Snapfire, who had laid back her ears while the other filly’s whinnies
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signaled her distress. It took a minute or two of reassuring pats and soft words, but
soon she let him play with her sloppy cunt as before.
He found that the handling of the two fillies had given him the erection he needed, so
he eased up to Snapfire and slipped his cock inside her. She took his weight as he
leaned into her, and he felt the soaking wetness of her tunnel surround him.
He motioned with a hand behind his back, signaling for Bibi to step close so he would
not lose a drop. She moved near just as the north door opened silently. Everyone was so
intent on what was about to happen that the newcomer’s presence remained undetected
until Ron gave a couple of fast strokes to gather all the juice he could carry on his cock.
"What are you doing to that poor little horse?" Paula Jacobs cried out.
Ron’s hesitation was very brief as he recognized the voice. He pulled out of the filly,
turned, grabbed Bibi and bent her over in front of him, then rammed his dripping cock
into her cunt. It was only after he had smeared her inside and out with the filly’s cream
that he turned to face the uninvited guest.
"Stick around and find out!" he told her. "Anne, take her into the bathroom; Howard,
too. Jake, you and Jan hit the tack room again, will you? Come with me, Bibi!" He led
the trembling brunette to the blanketed bale of hay and positioned her. This time, he
slipped the mittens on Capscrew’s hooves before he led him out of the stall.
The horse’s nostrils flared as he recognized the scent, and he began cavorting around
the bent-over figure of Bibi as Ron moved away several yards. By the time the stallion
got around to moving in for a close sniff, Bibi was almost terrified, and her body was
shaking visibly.
But she gripped the bale with both hands in front of her, her creamy tan asscheeks held
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high and her wet, bushy cunt thrust out as invitingly as she could make it.
Ron eased back to the bathroom, where Howard was standing uneasily beside Annette,
dividing his glances between the newly arrived redhead and the brunette with the
stallion. Ron helped decide the question in Howard’s mind. He grabbed Paula’s waist
and maneuvered her into a perfect spot for viewing the show. His hands slid down over
her ass possessively as he stood behind her.
"Jesus!" Paula breathed. "And that’s my backward little sister-in-law out there!"
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