by Penny Birch
A gentle pull on my left cheek ring signalled me to turn and I angled my course to the side, the others following. He drove us in a full circle around the circumference of the green, ensuring that every single person at the fe^te saw us. The vicar was there, and a policeman, I was sure that one or both would soon object to what we were doing, but nothing happened.
Convention is an odd thing. If we’d done it on a normal day, there would have been hell to pay. As it was, it was the fe^te and it was for charity, and so everybody thought we were wonderful. Nobody minded that our bums were all but bare, and if anybody noticed the fact that I’d obviously had mine whipped, then they were too polite to comment.
After a bit more display, we gave rides at a pound a time and maintained a roaring trade throughout the afternoon. Even when Anderson started to apply the whip gently to our bottoms, the crowd just thought it was good, ribald fun.
I was thoroughly enjoying myself and getting gradually more and more turned on with the thrill of exhibitionism. As Vicky had said, everybody thought we were just being good sports in the name of charity; but we knew we were pony-girls, that we were under Anderson’s control, his to caress and his to punish. Oddly enough, those who clearly did find us attractive didn’t seem to realise that we knew exactly what we were up to. Several people took more than one carriage ride and one old boy even offered me a peppermint. I nuzzled it up with my lips, only to drop it because I couldn’t get it around the bit. The second time I succeeded, only to have Vicky and Amber making restless movements and little snickering noises until they got theirs, too.
The finest moment undoubtedly came at the end. The crowd was beginning to disperse and we were a little tired, so Anderson called a halt and told us to kneel. As the three of us knelt, the vicar appeared. He was in his dog collar and cassock, all smiles and offering his hand to Anderson as he climbed down from the carriage.
‘Ah, Mr Croom,’ I heard him address Anderson, ‘a splendid turnout; thank you so much.’
‘Anything for a good cause,’ Anderson replied and I heard the chink of coins as he handed over the takings.
‘Most gratifying,’ the vicar continued, evidently impressed. ‘Good afternoon, Victoria.’
‘Hippolyta,’ Anderson corrected him.
‘Hippolyta?’ he asked.
‘Her pony-girl name is Hippolyta,’ Anderson told him, which took nerve as they actually lived locally.
‘Ah, how imaginative,’ the vicar answered. ‘Good afternoon, Hippolyta, then.’
She whinnied, which rather unnerved him, but he was introduced to me as Calliphigenia and Amber as Honey. He then remarked on how pretty our tails looked, which made me wonder just how innocent he was. Anderson restrained himself from telling him that they were plugged up our bottoms.
He watered us and gave us a toffee apple each, feeding us with great patience and obviously enjoying the sticky mess they made on our faces. Rested, we set off for his house at a slow walk.
Throughout the fe^te, I’d been acutely conscious of the exhibition I was making of myself and also of the plug in my bottom. Anderson must have been getting pretty turned on, too, with three pretty bottoms moving in front of him for the best part of three hours. I was in a happy, sexy and thoroughly mischievous mood by the time we reached his house. When he halted us fifty yards short of the drive and got out, I was pretty sure what he was going to do and really liked the idea. Sure enough, he opened his gates, walked back, stopped for an instant to listen for cars and then began to tug open the bows that were all that held our bikinis on.
In an instant we were naked, as pony-girls should be, but naked on a public road. It felt so naughty to be standing like that, with the breeze cooling my naked body. As he remounted, I found myself determined to make the best of the experience, no longer concerned for modesty at all, but just wanting to show off.
I set off at a gentle walk as Anderson’s reins flicked against my back and the whip tapped my right buttock, responding correctly without having to be told. The next command would be a tug at my reins to signal a turn into the gate but, when it came, I ignored it, instead smartening my pace to a trot and continuing down the road. The others could easily have stopped, but being good, well-trained pony-girls, they followed their lead.
‘Calliphigenia!’ Anderson exclaimed as he pulled back on the reins in the stop command. I ignored him again, only to have the whip smack smartly across my bottom. Instead of stopping I again increased my pace, this time to a run, the others still following my lead.
‘Hey!’ Anderson called. ‘Whoa! Stop!’
Again he used the whip on me and this time I bolted completely, running down the road as fast as I could go. I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep it up for long, after being in harness all day, but was determined to get my full experience of being a naked pony-girl on a public road.
One car was all it took to puncture my brashness, but the look on the driver’s face was something to see. He came up from behind us and had to slow, getting the full view of naked, jiggling bottoms, bouncing tails and then bare tits and pussy fur as he passed and looked back. That was great, but it was enough for me and I let Anderson steer me in a three-point turn and then back to his house.
He parked us on the lawn and ordered us to kneel. We went down gratefully; even Vicky was puffing a bit with the effort. I waited obediently for the inevitable spanking: inevitable and well-deserved.
‘Heads down, bottoms in the air,’ he ordered as he climbed out of the cart.
We obeyed, but I turned my head a little so that I could see him. He stood there with his arms folded, admiring his team. As I watched, he took his cock out and began to stroke it. I can’t blame him. It’s not every man who gets to have three pony-girls kneeling acquiescently for him, bums up, pussies bare and ready, their tail plugs showing in their bottom-holes. He also knew he could do exactly as he liked. As long as none of us gave a slow or stop word, we were his for his sexual amusement. It must have given him an extraordinary feeling of power and I was sure he’d make the best of it.
I certainly wasn’t going to ask him to stop. My only concern was that he might just fuck Vicky and leave Amber and I without our share of cock. Whatever he did, I hoped he would keep us in harness for it, as his bound, willing pony-girls. He continued to stroke his cock, then moved Amber’s tail with the whip, presumably because it was obscuring his view.
‘I wonder what the penalty is for bolting,’ he mused to himself as his cock stiffened over the sight of naked bodies. ‘Whipping certainly, maybe a cock in each pussy. You’re all very moist, but I expect you know that.’
I certainly did, and Amber just had her eyes shut and her mouth open in pleasure, waiting for whatever he chose to do to her.
‘Of course, it’s a little tricky for a man to service three girls at once,’ he continued. ‘Whereas a girl can service three men quite easily: pussy, mouth and anus. You’re so versatile. Hmm, that gives me an idea… First, your bottoms should be warmed for bolting. Three for Hippolyta and Honey, twelve for Calliphigenia, I think.’
That seemed really unfair, but I said nothing and watched as Amber’s bottom was whipped. He put three hard, precise strokes full across her cheeks, each one making her gasp. Her breathing was deeper afterwards, her eyes still shut and her expression totally acquiescent.
I turned to watch Vicky being beaten. She had her face pressed to the ground and her haunches really high, her tail falling across her hip to leave her bottom fully vulnerable. He stepped over the shafts and brought the whip down on her bum with a meaty smack, making her jump and squeak. The second and third had the same effect, increasing Vicky’s shivering.
The sight of his girlfriend’s ready pussy was too much for Anderson. He dropped the whip and sank to his knees behind her, sliding his cock in and taking her by the hips. Vicky began to moan as she was fucked, raising her head and giving a little whimpering noise each time he pushed into her. I watched, wishing my own pussy was full and knowing that I ha
d twelve strokes of the riding whip to come before it would be.
He was certainly doing his best to be fair, because he pulled out without coming. She accepted this and relaxed into the same sort of erotic docility that Amber was in. I watched as he walked around Vicky, burying my face as she had done and bracing myself for the whip. Instead, I felt his hand in my hair and my head was pulled up to find his cock being offered to me, still glistening with Vicky’s juices. He pulled my bit down to my chin and put it in my open mouth. I sucked eagerly, tasting cock mingled with her pussy, wondering if he was going to come in my mouth.
He didn’t, instead pulling out quickly and stepping around to retrieve the whip. I braced myself again, which was useless, as the first smack was as much of a shock as ever. The second came instantly, then the rest, a flurry of strokes that had me kicking, wriggling and gasping, utterly out of control. I must have made a fine sight, because he laughed and then reached down to stroke my burning bottom, exploring my open cheeks and wiggling the tail shaft in my bum-hole. I was hoping he’d fuck me like he had Vicky, or pull the tail-plug out and fill my bottom with his lovely cock. Instead he stopped and walked away, leaving me as docile and expectant as the others.
He went into the house and we waited with our well-smacked bums stuck in the air. I wished I could see the full sight we made, as well as being part of it. It was best to be part of it, though, one of three girls taking attention from a man who seemed determined to bring all of us off before coming himself.
My bottom stung and my tail was tickling me where the breeze was blowing the hair against my leg. There was a soft trembling in my throat; my mouth tasted of Vicky’s pussy, and I could hear Amber breathing. Then there was the sound of a door shutting and I looked back to see Anderson coming back with a large black hold-all. He put it down and undid the zip, then drew out an enormous prick made of flesh-coloured rubber.
It was one of those huge ones, alarmingly thick and far longer then any pussy is deep. Pussy wasn’t what he intended it for, and I watched in delight as he pulled out Amber’s bit and offered the rubber monster to her. She gaped obligingly and he stuck it in her mouth, half-way to the enormous rubber balls. It looked incredibly sexy, Amber’s pretty face straining around an impossibly large prick, her mouth as wide as it would go. I could see she was making sucking motions on it, her expression one of submissive bliss. This changed as he moved behind her and slid a good-sized vibrator up her pussy. Now she was in ecstasy, sucking wantonly on the vast rubber cock, her spine arching with the sensation of the buzzing vibrator in her pussy.
He served Vicky the same way, only with a big black dildo in her mouth and a vibrating egg in her pussy. She, too, began to squirm when it was turned on, a beautiful sight which I watched until he came round to deal with me. What he offered me was a life-like rubber cast, I think of his own cock, which I sucked with relish as he went behind me. Something hard touched my vagina and I pushed back to accommodate it. The vibrator slid into me and then clicked on.
It was powerful and sent shivers right through my lower body. I was in instant ecstasy but I knew it wouldn’t make me come. Once before, I’d had the same thing done to me, my hands tied and a vibrator left on in my pussy. It’s torture. To come I need to have my clit touched; there’s no other way. That vibrator put me right on the edge, though, and I was left there, squirming and begging for orgasm for a full twenty minutes. That was the state I now found myself in, my whole body reacting to the vibrator but unable to come. My feet were kicking and I was clenching my bottom cheeks onto the tail: ecstasy, but never enough.
Anderson just laughed as he stood up, once more stroking a good-sized erection and watching his three females, now with mouths, pussies and bums all full.
‘Very pretty,’ he said, ‘and I promise you’ll all come soon, but I intend to take my pleasure with all three of you.’
He did, and I’ve never seen a man look so pleased with himself. It must have taken an effort not to come too quickly, but he seemed to be getting as much out of our submission as actual physical sensation. He started with our mouths, in each case taking the dildo out and replacing it with his cock, staying in only long enough to get the full intimacy of having a girl accept a penis in her mouth.
Vicky got her orgasm first, with the egg pushed against her clit while he fucked her with slow, smooth strokes. One hand was cupping the egg to her pussy, the other holding her tail up to keep it out of the way. She was rubbing her pussy against the egg, her mouth gaping around the black dildo, her hands clutching at the swingletree to which they were strapped, her bare skin wet with sweat and straining against the harness. It was the perfect way to fuck a pony-girl, rear entry with her tail lifted and a vibrator for her pussy. I watched her pleasure build and then my own anticipation was rising as she came.
The vibrator in my pussy was driving me crazy and I was desperate for it to be put to my clit and to have my pussy filled with his cock instead. As he pulled out of Vicky I put my face to the ground and waited, concentrating on the agonising tingling in my lower body. I felt the vibrator drawn slowly out. For a moment my vagina was gaping to the air, then his cock was in me and sliding up. There was a moment of wonderful release as the hard, tingling plastic touched my clit and I immediately felt the first shudder of my approaching climax. He lifted my tail, tugging at it gently to make me more aware of the plug in my bottom. Everything went red as my pussy and anus contracted on cock and tail shaft, my teeth locked hard on the model of the same cock that was in me. For a moment I was completely lost as everything seemed to explode at once. It happened twice, or maybe three times in quick succession, then he had pulled out and I had rolled over on to my side, exhausted and shivering with reaction.
By the time I could be bothered to open my eyes, he was well into Amber, mounted up on her and cupping her breasts in his hands. Vicky was sitting up with her legs curled under her, watching her boyfriend fuck Amber with a happy, satisfied smile. Amber herself was sucking away on the big rubber prick, her eyes still shut in bliss. Then he stopped and withdrew, peeling the condom off and replacing it with another, his eyes feasting on Amber’s open bottom.
I knew what he had in mind, and so did Amber. She gave a little moan and stuck her bottom up. It must have been perfect for her; first volunteering to be a pony-girl and shedding her responsibility as she did so. Then being made a total exhibition of, first publicly, then privately; whipped, fucked, made to suck a dildo. Now she knew she was to do that most ignominious of sexual acts, take a cock up her bottom.
For all her obvious pleasure and my own state, she was still my mistress and it made me feel strangely vulnerable to know I was about to watch her being buggered. He pulled out her tail and put his cock to her anus. I couldn’t see much from my position, but I knew it had gone in because Amber screwed up her eyes briefly then opened them wide as she took the full length up her bum.
‘You dirty, filthy little boy,’ Vicky said. ‘You’ve always wanted to do that, haven’t you?’
Anderson nodded, his expression one of unrestrained glee, his eyes fixed on the sight of his erection protruding from Amber’s bum-hole. She had dropped the dildo from her mouth and was making odd little sighs and grunting noises as he eased it in and out. Her hands were opening and closing on the swingletree and I could hear the vibrator buzzing in her pussy. He had hold of her by the waist belt, working her very slowly.
I knew how she felt, and that in her position what I’d want most was my head cuddled by her. It was hard with my hands cuffed to the pole-gear, but I managed to wriggle around far enough to kiss her. She responded with passion, her tongue meeting mine. As we kissed, his pace increased; he was no longer able to resist his orgasm, but worked hard to get the friction he needed to come in her bottom. Each push came through her like a shudder and she was grunting with the strain of taking it.
I heard him call for Vicky, which I thought must have utterly humiliated Amber, but he was after something else.
‘Ti
ght enough, is it?’ I heard Vicky say in response.
‘Does Honey’s bum-hole feel nice around your cock, darling? Tight and firm between those plump, fleshy cheeks that you’ve been lusting after for years? How does it feel to bugger her in front of me, while her little pet soothes her? Go on, Honey, squeeze his cock in your fat, girly bottom; go on, tighten the ring around his shaft. That’s right, Anderson, put your hand on her cunt, have a good feel, rub her clitty for her. Just think, Honey, you’ve got a man’s prick up your bottom, a man’s prick up your ever so precious bum-hole that you like to make us girls lick. Well, now my boyfriend’s cock’s up it and you’re not a virgin up there any more, Amber. Not a virgin. You’ve had your bum fucked…’
That was too much for Anderson; with a final shove he came, his cock wedged in her bottom to the very hilt. Amber screamed and then she was coming too, kissing me with an insane fervour as her orgasm tore through her. It lasted an incredibly long time, then she was pulling away and rolling over on the grass with Anderson slumped back behind her, both of them utterly exhausted.
There was a lot of cleaning up and so forth to do, but eventually we ended up sitting in on the lawn with cold drinks, chatting idly. Personally I was half-asleep, what with the combination of pony-carriage driving, sex, drink and the heat of the sun. Amber was surprisingly vivacious, as was Anderson. Vicky had turned the sprinkler on and was lying under it, still cooling off from her exercise.
Having had the three of us as his pony-girls made no difference to Anderson’s attitude to us, which was a nice change after the men I was used to, either cold or possessive. Instead he was full of praise for Amber’s skill both at training and carriage work. She, likewise, behaved as usual. Underneath, I could tell they were both thoroughly happy with what had happened and I suspected it was something that had been brewing up for a long time. He had, after all, made the same request after our race, but it evidently hadn’t been the right time for Amber.
