THE PONY WIVES – Chapter 9
"Now that is what I call a lot of female!" Howard said, standing by the big bed and
staring down at the soft symmetry of Annette’s body, kitten-curled on the sheet
provocatively.
"Are you still trying to tell me I’m carrying too much flesh?" Annette was smiling
crookedly, but she was beginning to wonder if Howard’s remarks might not be
Freudian slips. Had she gained any weight lately? She was thinking about running into
the bathroom and stepping on the scale when he answered.
"Do you have a complex or something?" he asked. "Every time I try to tell you how
delightfully perfect you are, you twist my meaning and make it come out an insult
instead of a compliment."
"Maybe so," she said, relaxing again and deciding to forego the process of weighing
herself. "Ron insists that I was insane to waste money at a fat farm a while back. But if
I hadn’t gone, I wouldn’t have met Bibi!"
Howard had to laugh at her feminine logic, and also at her obvious fear of gaining
weight.
"Oh, you’re too much, Annette!" he said, almost choking with laughter.
Annette fell back in bed and her tits jiggled enticingly with the shock of the fall.
Howard dove at their compelling vibrancy with both hands, seizing a sweet double
handful of warm flesh that made him wet his lips hungrily.
He began to kiss and nibble the succulent tips, feeling them swell and stiffen until he
could suck them greedily. When he had both nipples tender and supersensitive from his
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mouthing, he kissed them gently and moved downward onto her belly, where he
tongued and nibbled for a while.
Annette pulled a leg out from under him so he could reach what she thought was his
next goal. Her cuntlips were swollen with desire and her tiny bud was taut and itching
for his kisses.
But Howard decided to fool her. He rolled her over onto her belly and began kissing
her back and ass. Annette felt delicious shivers of pleasure running up her spine; he was
literally giving her a massage with his lips and tongue, and the sensations were
excitingly delightful.
When he ran his tongue down into the crease between her asscheeks, trailing it wetly
through the sensitive skin of the cleft, she began making a sound that was half moaning
and half humming. As his tongue-tip found and pressed into her asshole, she squealed
delightedly.
"Oh Howie! What a… fantastic feeling!" The cheeks of her ass quivered as the muscles
jerked in reaction to the thrills that raced through her lower torso.
His tongue-kept warm and moist by steady pistoning past his lips-entered the stubborn
little funnel of flesh again and again, darting like a sewing-machine needle. It coaxed
the tight hole into relaxing just a little more with each gentle stab, as the pleasurable
sensations increased, promising still more thrills if the tongue were allowed to penetrate
further.
Soon Howard had tongued his way well past the tight muscle that first had barred his
entry. Originally it had been contracted tightly; as the pleasure mounted and the
tongue-tip traveled inward, the sphincter relaxed. When he could slide his tongue in
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and out of her asshole freely, probing deeply inside her rectum, he knew it was time to
try another penetration.
His change of position was so fast, and Annette had been lulled into such a delicious
euphoria of sexual sensations by his tongue, that she did not tense up very much when
the head of his cock was pressed into the fleshy tunnel of her asshole. It winked shut
two or three times, but there was not the panicked tightening that might have occurred
if he had not soothed the way so expertly with his tongue.
He thrust inside, past the ring of muscle, and felt his knob plop inside. He waited
patiently for another chance to move, feeling the constriction of her trap door choking
his shaft in reflex action.
"Oh Howie! I don’t know… it’s awfully tight and tender!"
"Just relax and trust me," he said. He slipped a hand under her and his fingers found
her cunt. He began toying in the moist warmth, teasing the flesh until she exuded a
generous flow of lubricant. Then he worked at her clitoris with his fingertips, constantly
teasing the little bud and keeping it bathed with her vaginal cream.
He still had not moved his cock. Her asshole winked off and on, but its tightening
became less powerful as her defensive reflexes weakened. He just kept fingering her
cunt.
"Oh, God! That feels so good!" she cried finally. "Fuck me Howie! I need some action!
Fuck my ass!" And her ass rose up and down as she spoke, coaxing him physically, as if
she feared he would not act on her plea.
And he was ready. Now she had surrendered the will to fight against having her virgin
asshole penetrated, and he knew there would be little chafing friction to bother them.
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He began stroking in and out of her ass, decreasing the amount of movement by his
cunt-stirring fingers. Soon she was feeling the rectal sensations that seemed to move
into her pussy; it was almost as if he were fucking her in the cunt at the same time.
She was excited beyond words, and could only grunt and whimper and hum and moan
as she wiggled and bucked under him, trying to hasten her climb into the sexual clouds.
Howard was prepared for quite a long ride, he thought. But he had not slowed his
fingers quite enough. Annette received sufficient stimulation at her hot little bud to send
her over the top. And when she cried out, feeling the orgasm strike her, Howard was
on the out-stroke.
Her asshole clamped tightly around his cock, just behind its tender coronal ridge, the
head trapped inside and the shaft outside. When it released him, he drove into her ass
all the way and felt the claspings of her sphincter seize him in repeated spasms.
He groaned and released his load in her ass, as his fingers slid from her clit into her
cunt as far as he could maneuver them.
Pulling out of her ass was a slow process, for her outraged little exit kept tightening on
him, and both of them were overly sensitive from the unusually snug condition of their
connection. But finally the knob was free, and white blobs were dribbling from her
puckered asshole. It looked almost as if it were beginning to turn inside out, Howard
thought as he gave it a last grateful look.
"Oh-h-h!" Annette moaned. "I feel as if I’d been fucked in the ass by Cappie!"
"By whom?" Howard asked, puzzled. "Cappie?"
"Capscrew," she told him. "He’s one of our stallions… or at least I think he should be
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called a stallion. Anyhow, my ass feels as if something sizable were still in there!"
"Something sizable is. I pumped quite a load in there!"
"It must have been cement!" Annette replied. "I think I’d better go get rid of it before it
sets!" She crawled out of bed and went to the bathroom.
Howard went into the hall and tried the door to the guest bathroom. It opened and he
stepped inside to see Jan sitting on the toilet. She was using a douche syringe, and after
a first wide-eyed glance at him, she grinned and continued her chore.
"Pardon me," he said, going to the lavatory and adjusting the faucets to run warm
water. "I just dropped in to rinse off my cement mixer."
"You what?" Jan’s blonde tresses floated around her head as she whirled it to stare at
him.
"I’ll tell you later," he said, lathering his tender prick.
‘The only time you wash like that is when you’ve been in my back door," she said with
a quietly accusing tone. "Howie! It looks awfully red… don’t tell me a swapper like
Anne had a virgin asshole?"
"All I can say for sure is that she felt cherry and acted cherry. Want me to ask her?"
"I’m curious, but suit yourself. You’ve given me an idea, though. I think I’ll see if I can
seduce Ron with my ass!"
"You’re getting to be a lusty little slut," he told her as he toweled his cock. "Maybe
that’s the sexuality that endears you to me!" He gave her a kiss n the cheek before he
waved silently and left her "one.
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Annette was sitting on the bed when he turned, her feet pulled up to her buttocks and
her parted cunt gleaming pinkly at him from its nest of shiny brown curls.
"What happened to you?" she asked.
"I went to get some tools, in case that cement hardened before you could remove it," he
teased.
"I told you, you were a nut. Where are the tools?"
"It seems that Ron’s tool box is on loan for the night. I guess we’ll just have to do the
best we can with the only tool I have." Howard grabbed his cock and swung it from
side to side.
"C’mere, Howie," she said in an ominous tone. Her index finger was crooked at him
and wiggling frantically. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "I’ll show you where
Ron’s tool box is if you’ll put that tool in it!"
"It’s a deal!" Howard said, rolling onto the center of the bed until he could lay his head
in her lap. "But first, would you do something for me?" He looked up past the rounded
smoothness of her belly and the outthrust mounds of her tits to gaze into her eyes.
"If I can, Howie. What is it?"
"Tease me with those gorgeous tits, Anne. Run your nipples over me… all over me. I
think it would be exciting as hell!"
Her eyes sparkled mischievously and she nodded consent. He crawled into the exact
center of the bed and lay with his arms and legs outspread, forming an X.
"Tease me, baby!" he invited.
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Annette started at his forehead, bracing herself on hands and knees, leaning over him
and making first one nipple and then the other touch him gently and write on his skin
in random patterns. When a nipple touched his lips he sucked it in and feasted on it for
a few seconds, causing it to swell to its full ripeness.
She gave him the other one and he sucked it. His hunger grew and he milked it from
the breast outward with tight lips, stealing a drop of "love milk" from her ducts. She
moaned and returned the other to his mouth. He got a tiny droplet from that tit, and
then she took it away.
His chest was next to feel the soft caress of the spongy nipples. She was reversed with
respect to his position, so that her face hovered over his belly while she made figure-
eights with her tits on his hairy skin.
She crawled down slowly, trailing the hot little tit-points over his belly and into his
crotch. The delicate massage had excited him enough that his cock was again fully rigid,
pointing up into the valley between the swollen mounds.
The constant friction on her nipples and the suction and milking by Howard’s lips
already had stirred her passion to a high pitch. The knowledge that he was again hard
for her was too much to bear without sudden action.
She backed up and seized the purplish knob in her lips and let her crotch lower until it
touched his face. Howard grabbed her at the upper part of her thighs and pressed his
mouth into her cunt. He licked into the warm wetness with greedy enjoyment as she
sucked the length of his shaft to her mouth.
He had a small advantage, and he was aware of Although excitement had provided an
erection, his glands had not yet replaced enough fluid for a full ejaculation. He would
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have comparatively lengthy lasting power for this trip, while Annette’s female physique
could give her a hasty triggering if he pushed all the right buttons! He licked her flared
and swollen cuntlips, using a vibrating stroke of his tongue. She moaned around the
mouthful of cock and sucked eagerly at it. He dipped his tongue into the entrance of
her cave and vibrated it as rapidly as he could. She gave a choked cry and nodded her
head faster as if trying to get him stimulated as fast as he was stimulating
Then he seized her firm little bud and nibbled it, making her hum and whimper
steadily as she sucked on him. He twitted its tip with his tongue, then sucked it,
alternating between the two techniques until she was almost sobbing too hard to
maintain suction on his rock-hard cock.
He stopped for a second, blew a stream of cool air on the fiery little flesh, then twitted
it rapidly and sucked powerfully. Annette’s cunt pressed into his face and her back
bowed with the first wave of her orgasm.
She gulped at his cock frantically, trying to take his load before her climax was over.
Her cunt was extremely juicy, for she had been lubricating very heavily. As she pushed
her vulva into Howard’s face, a suction was created, and there was a smacking,
plopping sound of wet flesh cupping as her cunt walls touched in convulsion.
The sound of this juiciness and the knowledge of its source in the depths of her cunt,
puffed Howard’s cock immediately. He groaned as he sucked at her bud, then stuck his
tongue into her cunt all the way. His load spurted out to be taken in greedy gulps until
he was weak from the absolute draining.
When they had recovered sufficiently to align themselves in the bed as if for sleeping,
Howard exhaled in a long, low moan. His prick felt raw and heated, as though it
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radiated enough to glow in the dark.
"You sound as if you might be exhausted," Annette teased. "And here I was planning
on several more games!"
"Uh… could I call in a substitute for the first quarter?"
"I’m afraid that, without proper authorization…"
"Would you believe… uh… game called on account of pain?"
"Does it really hurt, Howie?" Annette sat up and looked at the flushed skin and the
bright purplish-red of his knob.
"If you weren’t supposed to be such a swinger, Anne, I’d swear that sweet little asshole
of yours was a virgin!"
"You’d have made money if you’d bet on it," she confirmed.
"That’s odd," he said thoughtfully.
"Not too strange at that," Annette told him. "Swapping has its cliques, its fetishes, its
categories. A couple tries to get in contact with other couples that match their own likes
and dislikes as much as possible. Now, Ron and I lean toward standard and French
cultures… that’s the way most swappers describe it."
"And you just haven’t run into a guy who also was in the mood to try your cute little
back door?"
"As chance would have it, not until tonight, Howie. But it was groovy. I loved it, even if
my ass did bother me until… say! Wait a minute." She left him to go into the bathroom
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and returned with a small aerosol container. She took his limp cock in her fingers,
lifting it gently.
"What is that stuff?" he asked, trying to sit up so he could see what she held in her
other hand. He felt that he was blessed with a reasonably serviceable cock, and he knew
he had not heard of any successful transplants of that organ.
"Relax, Howie," she told him. "Ron has used this and it’s perfectly safe. You’ll be glad, I
promise you." He lay back as she sprayed his prick with the stuff, taking care to cover
the entire knob and the inflamed coronal ridge. It was very cool as it landed on his
flesh.
"Doesn’t that begin to feel better already?" she asked him.
"As a matter-of-fact, Anne, it’s stopped most of the pain. What is it, anyhow? And why
did Ron have to use it if he’s never been into your tight little behind?"
"It was my fault," she explained. "I’d had a bit much to drink one night, and I sort of
scraped him a few times with my teeth. I guess he was really miserable the next day,
and he went to a druggist who’s a friend of his. The man gave him this."
"Oh-oh!" Howard sat up again. "My cock feels as if it’s going to sleep! Is it supposed to
do that?"
"Yes. Now will you relax? It’s got an anesthetic in it. And it has a softening, soothing
oil that penetrates and heals. That’s all."
"How long does it last… the anesthetic, I mean?"
"Just long enough for the other stuff to relieve the inflammation, I guess."
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"You guess? Let me see that label!" Howie was a bit worried as he thought of the
remaining portion of the weekend. He still had not had a chance to get into Bibi, and
he hoped that he would get to play with the lovely brunette.
He took the bottle and saw to his dismay that it was not a standard commercial
package. Ron’s druggist friend had printed something in fine lettering on the white
label:
SPRAY ON WORK SURFACE UNTIL COMPLETELY COATED; DO NOT TOUCH
UNTIL DRY. DO NOT EXPOSE WORK SURFACE TO CAUSE OF PREVIOUS
DAMAGE UNLESS SHE HAS A TOOTHACHE.
"Quite a sense of humor that druggist has," Howard noted. "Ron spilled the whole
story to him, huh?"
"I complained about that when I saw the label," she replied. "Ron asked me what he
was supposed to say… that he’d caught it in a meat grinder? I tried to think of what he
might have used for a story, but had to admit that the truth was the only thing that
would have convinced anyone. Besides, they’ve known each other for years."
"You talk as if you’ve never met him, yourself."
"No, I haven’t, as it happens." She giggled. "He’s a swapper, too. But one weekend
when we invited them over – or Ron did – Cal said that he’d rather wait until I had a
few more years of experience. Actually, they had a previous engagement, but that’s
what he had told Ron to tell me. So I’m just waiting for the day when we do swap with
them. I’ll scare the hell out of him!"
"By closing on him with your teeth?"
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"Of course. What else?"
"Now that you’ve lost your ass cherry, why not get him to try your tight little asshole?
After he’s inside, you can tell him that Ron lied; that it was your winkie which chewed
the hell out of Ron’s.
Annette sat up and took another look at the injured cock. It was still somewhat
inflamed, although better than before she had sprayed it.
"I guess I do have a pretty strong muscle back there," she said wonderingly. "But the
threat of teeth seems like a scarier thing, don’t you think?"
"Could be," Howard said. "Right now, I think even lips might hurt!"
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