THE PONY WIVES – Chapter 12
"She’s come a long way in less than twenty-four hours," Ron said. He massaged Paula’s
ass as he looked over her shoulder. Like the other four watchers, their eyes were
focused intently on Bibi’s upturned crotch and the glistening cock of the horse, swaying
from its sheath as he moved into position.
"What an exciting cock!" Paula breathed heavily. Her attention was so riveted on the
scene that she made no move of reaction when Ron slowly unfastened her dress and
slipped it off her. He unhooked her bra and slid it forward; Paula shrugged it down her
arms and threw it aside.
Ron peeled her panties down to her shoes and she stepped out of them when he tugged
at the ankles. As he straightened up, he moved around to her front, crouching to bury
his face in her red bush. She whimpered faintly, moving her feet to spread her thighs as
he nuzzled into the moist warmth.
His tongue snaked up into her slit as he inhaled her fragrance, and he nibbled at her
rapidly swelling lips as she tilted her pelvis to make her cunt more accessible.
"Ron, darling!" she moaned. "You’ll bring me off in seconds like that! Already I’m
creaming like crazy, just watching what’s happening to Bibi."
"I know," he mumbled, feeling the honey on his face, dripping from his chin, and
gathering on his busy tongue. He licked into her cave entrance, then slid up to tease
her clitoris with a fast-darting action that made her whimper and tremble.
The stallion’s padded hooves came down on either side of Bibi, the fabric brushing
against her ribs. She thought she could feel the heat of his body over her, particularly
the moist heat that she imagined was emanating from his engorged, unsheathed cock.
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She was so tense, now that the moment had arrived, that she could not keep from
reacting at the first actual contact. When the hot, moist tip pressed into her crotch,
moved around, and slid info her cunt, she cried out.
"Jake!" There was fear in her voice, and Jake started out of the tack room doorway to
help her. But Ron left the joys of Paula’s succulence to see what was up. When he saw
at a glance that Bibi was merely panicked for the moment, he yelled at Jake just loudly
enough to be heard.
"Jake – no! He might hurt her if you spook him now. She’s all right. Look at her."
The stallion had all of his cock buried inside her and was moving it back and forth.
Juice dripped from Bibi’s crotch moaning not in pain or fear, but in deep passion.
Jake, reassured of Bibi’s safety, slipped back into the tack room. Ron returned to Paula;
she was fingering herself while she watched and waited. He tore her fingers from her
cunt, threw one of her thighs over his shoulder, and resumed his feast.
Her musky sweet fragrance roiled up around his nostrils as he sucked up her juices
while toying with her clit with his tongue. But he stopped before she began the long
climb to her peak. He got up and moved in back of her, kissed her buttocks and licked
into her trembling cleft to poke at her taut-ringed asshole.
She moaned more loudly and he stood up, placed the head of his prick in the sopping
petals of her red-bushed gash, and plowed it into her cunt all the way in a single thrust.
Paula cried out as the fullness swelled her tunnel. She was watching Bibi get a
monumental stuffing, and the empathetic thrills washed over her.
"Jam it, Ron!" she begged. "Stuff me full!" Ron stroked into her brutally, glancing aside
to see Annette sitting on Howard’s lap, his cock thrust up into her brown curls and
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driving hard in the slushy channel.
Ron reached around to grab Paula’s tits, but she was clasping them with her own
hands, kneading the mounds of soft, firm flesh and milking her nipples in a masochistic
frenzy.
Ron felt as if his balls were twice normal size. Each in-stroke renewed his awareness of
their taut fullness as the sac pressed into the squishy flesh of Paula’s dripping thighs.
"Argh-h-h!" Bibi screamed, and all eyes strained to detect the cause of her outcry.
Annette was the first to see the ring of grayish-white semen, the thick dregs of
Capscrew’s incompletely replenished supply. It oozed out around his cock, forming a
circle that looked like raw dough rising into a doughnut.
"Oh God! Did it look like that… with me?" Annette asked as her body began to
convulse.
"Ron!" Paula cried pleadingly in lustful envy. "Fill me up like that! Oh, please!" Her ass
was jerking and trembling as he tried to sink into her depths. Then he was releasing his
heavy load in staccato spurts, and she sobbed with joy as the hot fluid bathed her
innermost corners and leaked out past the obstructing flesh of Ron’s shaft to warm her
thighs and vulva, giving her the sensation she wanted.
Howard had released his load, too, and Annette was enjoying a feeling of fullness, not
as great as she had felt with the stallion, but copious enough to speed and intensify her
climax.
They all came sloppily apart, bodies separating with wet noises, stuck to each other as
much by excited perspiration as by their genital connections. Ron moved swiftly out
onto the barn floor, slowing at the halfway point as the horse backed off carefully,
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putting his padded hooves on the hay-littered floor and balancing himself gracefully
until Ron reached him and led him away.
Jake had just finished bringing Jan off with a bowling-ball grip, teasing her asshole and
cunt at the same time, while she, kneeling beside him with her ass in the air, was
swallowing the last of his forcefully ejected come.
She leaned away from his lap and he rose from his seat on the box to stagger
momentarily, then walk stiff-legged to Bibi’s side. She was moaning, and saliva dripped
from her mouth almost as generously as the fluids were draining from her crotch.
But when Jake slowly turned her over, her eyes fluttered open and a satisfied smile
spread over her face. He shook his head in good-natured tolerance and grinned with
delight to find her in good condition.
Paula had come up to stand beside Jake, and her eyes were almost round in their
wideness. She kept wetting her lips, rubbing her tenderized tits with cautious fingers,
and squeezing her thighs together intermittently. The semen was smeared all over her
inner thighs and one calf, and drops shone like pearls in the wealth of red-gold hair
around her cunt.
"God, Jake!" she said to her brother. "I’m afraid you have a pair of insatiable sluts on
your hands!" He looked up at her from his squatting position beside Bibi and grinned.
"They’re the best kind! But what makes you say it like that?"
"Well… after seeing Bibi’s monstrous sexual appetite blossom from nowhere, you
needn’t ask about her. And I’m afraid that I’m going to have to try that little horse,
too!"
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"Easy there, girls!" Ron yelled, overhearing the conversation. "That poor stallion has
only one testicle. I’m afraid you’ll have to let him rest until tomorrow, Paula."
"But… don’t you have other horses here?" she asked in a voice filled with plaintive
hope.
"Yes, but they’re not as easygoing as Capscrew. Little Big Jock would trample you to
pieces getting his cock into you, and Young Lonigan… well, there’s no telling what he
might do. He’s never been at a filly or mare, yet!"
"He did all that… what I just saw… Capscrew, I mean… and he has only one nut?"
Paula sounded as though she did not believe him. "He deserves a more gutsy name
than that! What made you call him Capscrew?"
"We have reasons for the names we give all our horses, Paula. They’re not as high-
sounding as the big names in your stable, but you have bigger horses. Tell you what: I’ll
reveal the reason for Cappie’s name if you’ll tell me something about your own. I keep
wondering why you use your maiden name. If a guy leaves you more than a million
bucks, the least you can do is bear his name proudly, I would think."
"You should have asked me," Annette told him. "Do you think I would have refused to
marry you if my maiden name had been Lansing? As long as we could discover no
definite blood relationship?"
"Oh!" was all Ron could squeeze out with his sickly grin.
"Well?" Paula was waiting.
"Oh… uh… the local hardware proprietor in Rim Forest told me once that I had to pay
extra if I wanted more than one nut with each capscrew I brought. ‘A capscrew has
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only one nut,’ he said. And that night our little Cappie was born!"
"All this is very interesting," said Bibi from her obviously uncomfortable position on
the floor. "But would someone help me to my feet? I just might be able to walk to the
bathroom."
"Honey, I’ll carry you… all the way!" Jake told her. "I want you to save all your energy
from this moment on. For me! After I recuperate from this weekend, you and I are
going to have a second honeymoon… on my terms!" He picked her up and started for
the bathroom.
"Ron, are you sure I couldn’t get fixed up with your other stud? I’m horny as hell to try
it right away." Paula’s husky voice was trembling, as were her hands and lips.
"C’mere," Ron said, waving her to follow him. He walked down the aisle toward the
stall where Little Big Jock was stabled. On the way, he gleaned some ooze from under
Snapfire’s tail. He held it out toward the stallion’s nose and watched the nostrils dilate
and the whites of the horse’s eyes show as he rolled them and looked back over his
shoulder.
"Check his cock one time," Ron said, and watched as Paula stepped up for a closer look
under the stallion’s belly. "I told you we had reasons for all our horses’ names." Paula
regarded the sizable girth of the horse’s cock, then its length. She swallowed several
times before she turned to look at Ron.
"It’s not big for a horse, but it’s bigger than I’ve seen on any of these little horses," he
told her. "It’s only a little larger around than Cappie’s, but that difference might just
damage you, especially with the wild nature Jock seems to have at times."
"Oh, well," she said, sighing. "No chance of trying out Young whatsisname, huh?"
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"I don’t dare, Paula," he said, laughing at her eagerness. "He’s even more unpredictable,
because he’s untried. Why don’t you take a tranquilizer and wait until tomorrow. Then
Cappie will be glad to oblige you, I’m sure."
"There’s only one kind of tranquilizer that could make me calm while I’m waiting for
an experience like that!" Paula wrapped her fingers around his smeary cock and milked
at it gently. "Do you think you can keep me tranquilized until bedtime?"
Ron groaned, feeling abruptly the emptiness that resulted from his weekend
overindulgence. For a moment, he looked longingly at Jock, but his good sense
outweighed the temptation. He yelled out suddenly to his guests.
"Say, how about all you folks staying on another night? I’m going to need help!"
After he had said it, he realized that only Howard could spell him in handling Paula;
she was Jake’s sister!
Howard was busy gathering up the clothes everyone had discarded so carelessly, so it
was Jake who appeared first on the scene. He studied the two faces – Paula’s and Ron’s
– and read them carefully. Paula’s lips trembled more noticeably as Jake scrutinized her
ripe body and licked his lips.
"I’ve known her ever since she was a little girl," Jake said quietly. "And if she doesn’t
object, I think I can help her last until morning. Or do you think it might upset the
Chapmans… or Annette?"
"We needn’t worry about them, I’m sure," Ron replied. "I’m positive Jan will be lined
up for seconds with Cappie tomorrow; I saw her face when Paula beat her to the
application! In any case, I think only Bibi could properly object. I take it you’re not
worried about that?"
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"When it comes to sex, Ron, I don’t think I’ll ever have to worry about Bibi again. She
had a hell of a block, but behind it was a hell of a potent sex drive, and it’s been
building up for a chain-reaction explosion for a long time!"
Howard approached the trio, his arms laden with clothing. He looked more closely now
at Paula than he had earlier. He liked the red-gold tint of her cunt’s gleaming forest,
and the lushness of her exciting Figure. His nostrils dilated somewhat, reminding Ron
of his stud horses.
"Did I hear you say you needed help? I hope it’s the kind of help I’m thinking about!"
Ron realized that the others could tell how excited Howard was without noticing the
nostril twitch. His armload of clothing did not cover the stiff hard-on that had sprung
up.
"Come on, everyone!" Annette was calling. "Let’s go to the house and get reorganized."
"Okay," Ron yelled. "But listen, everyone: No horsing around before bedtime!
THE END