Lynn stood straight and tall. She was naked except for the high-heeled knee boots with the spurs. Her arms were bound behind her back, and her head was fully encased in the blinding hood.
She could feel the eyes of all the men roving aver her breasts. She had immense tits, but they didn't sag in the slightest. They rode high on her chest, like those of a very young girl just beginning to bud. Her breasts were capped with magnificent dark brown nipples, swollen now in her excitement.
Her cunt was a soft and downy blonde. The lips were puffy and full, and partly open with the swelling of lust.
"Bring her here," Wellington said.
Lynn felt Harry take her upper arm. She stepped hesitantly forward, afraid she might fall in the unfamiliar boots. But Harry held her tightly. He led her over to stand before their host.
Lynn tensed for the expected touch. She felt Wellington's hand press firmly against her hipbone, then stroke around behind her to fully cup her narrow ass cheek.
"Magnificent, Harry. Absolutely magnificent."
A deep red blush spread downward from Lynn's face over her chest and breasts.
"Bend over," Wellington commanded her. Lynn bent forward. Her huge breasts dangled close to John's face. His hand slipped quickly between her thighs and cupped her wet pussy. His lips sucked one of her immense hard nipples into his mouth. Lynn moaned at the sucking pressure. She felt the man's tongue wiggle over her sensitive nubbin, driving her wild with frustration.
She wanted to be fucked right now!
Fucked like that little girl must have been fucked, by all of these men at the same time, is what I need, she thought.
John released the woman's nipple.
Lynn remained bent over. She felt the air drying and cooling her nipple, and it felt wonderfully sexy.
"Obedient," Wellington commented, his voice showing his appreciation for that quality in a woman, especially a woman of Lynn's stature.
"You may stand straight, my dear."
Lynn immediately straightened up. She pulled her shoulders back and stuck her tits out proudly. She was committed to this evening, and she was damned well going to make the fucking most of it, not only for Harry but for herself as well.
His hand at her cunt began kneading her pussy mound hard, pulling on the curly blonde hair. Lynn winced as a few strands were pulled from her flesh.
But she didn't protest.
And besides, it felt kind of nice to be hurt a little bit, down there. Lynn liked to be used roughly sometimes, Wellington certainly seemed like the kind of a man who knew how to apply the right amount of pain to cause the right amount of pleasure.
Lynn leaned forward a little bit, and very slightly ground her cunt mound against the kneading fist.
Wellington responded with a tighter grip, and a twist of his fist that sent a quick sharp jolt of pain into Lynn's pussy. Her cunt responded with a quick spurt of fluid, wetting John's hand.
"Well, well, well," he said. He patted Lynn's cunt gently, then withdrew his hand. "Later, my dear. I'll show you a few little tricks that I'm certain will please you. But for now, I think it's time for your ride."
John gestured to Don.
Patty had been expecting the tug on the reins at any moment. She winced, tears flooded her eyes at the sharpness of the pain in her jaws and mouth when that tug came. She moved forward on her hands and knees, led to the center of the room by her lover.
Patty had been saddled for a long time. The straps that held it on her back were pulled tightly around her stomach, making it impossible for the young lady to take a full deep breath.
The saddle had been manufactured especially for John Wellington. He had loaned it to Don for the evening. It was a very lightweight English riding saddle. A few modifications had made it useful for a young girl. The straps were wide and could be buckled tightly around a girl's tummy and under her anus. The upper strap would fit above her breasts so that the saddle wouldn't slide off her body. The point of special interest was the mount on the center of the saddle, where a variety of implements could be fastened.
The saddle was fitted with a very large leather dildo. It was a very hard and unyielding thing, with an extremely wide head and a series of deep ridges around its sides that would rub a girl's cunt in just the right way.
If Lynn could have seen the thing she was going to have to mount, she would either have fainted or come on the spot.
As it happened, she was about to get the feel of the thing.
Patty felt the painful jerk on the reins that made the bit dig into her mouth. The bit was another of Wellington's devices. It had a fat long bar of iron that fit between the woman's teeth, far back in her jaws. This forced her to keep her mouth as wide open as possible. Attached to the iron bar was a wide and flat tongue-like piece of iron that fit inside her mouth and rested flat against her tongue. When the reins were pulled, the flat piece of iron was raised, and sharp teeth on the upper surface gouged painfully into the tender roof of the young lady's mouth. A second blade of iron, smaller than the upper one, slipped under the girl's tongue. Tiny spikes dug into the soft, incredibly sensitive flesh underneath her tongue when the reins were pulled. All in all, it was a diabolical thing to have to wear, heavy and painful even when it wasn't in actual use.
And poor Patty had been wearing it for more than an hour.
Patty was halted in the center of the room. She remained as still as she possibly could. Her docility was nearly total. She would obey any command Don gave her, no matter how much it hurt her to do so. She had grown to love the pain, and accepted it all as simply another way of loving her man.
She waited. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed together. Her long legs were encased in a pair of black stockings, which left her bare ass a beautiful stark white in contrast. Her breasts dangled from her chest, small and pointy. Her brown cunt muff peeked through between her thighs from behind.
She knew she was going to be ridden. She just didn't know if she could take the weight of the girl who was going to ride her.
Lynn had wondered the same thing earlier. Too late to worry about it now. Lynn felt a hand on her arm again, and she was turned and walked to the center of the room.
Her knees bumped into something hard. Patty grunted. The slightest jerk sent eye-watering pain into her mouth and tongue. Fortunately it also sent a kinky pleasure racing through her body.
Patty had long ago learned to take her pain and turn it into the deepest kind of pleasure. She couldn't tell any more where the one left off and the other began. It was all the same.
She was trembling on the verge of coming almost every minute she was bound. This playing at being a pony was new, and it lent a new thrill to her bondage. While she dreaded the thought of being ridden, it made her hornier than she'd been in a long, long time.
Lynn stood still, waiting for further orders. She felt Harry working the eyeflaps of her hood open, so she could see. She blinked a few times when the flaps were finally lifted away from her eyes. The room was dimly lit, and it took her a few seconds to clear her cloudy eyes to see well.
"Get on," Harry said.
Lynn looked down. She saw the protruding cock immediately, and her heart stopped beating.
Good God! Look at the size of that prick! She gulped hard behind her gag, and her eyes lifted to Harry's.
He grinned and nodded at her.
"Now," he said.
Lynn looked back down at the ponygirl, waiting so patiently for her rider to climb aboard. Lynn shuddered once, then slowly lifted one leg and swung it over the girl's crouching body. She placed her booted foot firmly on the floor, and felt the hard sides of the saddle rubbing against the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
Wellington and the other men watched in delighted expectation as Lynn poised her pretty cunt right over the wide knob of the hard leather dork.
John's cock was so hard now that it hurt.
He cupped his nuts with a hand and began massaging them gently. He took a quick glance at the others, and noted with satisfaction that they were all holding their rigid pricks, eager for more action.
Harry was thrilled with Lynn's easy submission. She often fought him over every little thing, just for the hell of it. But now when she knew the stakes were high she was acting like the docile little pussycat Harry longed to own.
If this deal went through, Lynn would make one hell of a great little fucking partner, that was for fucking sure!
"Good girl," he whispered to her. "Now, squat down. Sit down on the saddle."
Lynn's strong legs quivered as she tried to obey. She bent her knees slowly, lowering her moist cunt toward the long thick dick attached to Patty's saddle.
"Looking good, baby," Harry said, encouraging her.
Lynn's big soft cunt lips touched the tip of the leather dork. She sniffed loudly as she felt the cold thing press against her sensitive cunt flesh. She froze. Her thighs tensed, holding her trembling body just above the head of the immense fake cock.
"Do it," Harry ordered her. He gripped her arm tightly and tried to force her body downward onto the cock. Lynn fought him for a second, chewing hard on the cock-gag in her mouth. She was afraid to try to take the huge cock inside her. It was too wide, too big for her tight cunt hole to handle.
She shook her head and started to straighten her legs, to lift her cunt off the leather cockhead.
Harry tightened his grip on her arm and yanked her back down onto it.
Lynn cried out into her gag.
"Get on it. Lynn," Harry ordered, forgetting to keep her name a secret. "Get on the saddle, damn you!"
Lynn fought Harry's hurting grip on her bare arm. She fought for self-control. She knew she had to do it, had to try to slide her tight cunt hole down over that monster of a cock, had to let these men do anything they chose to do to her, for as long as Harry kept her here. But she was afraid she might not be able to take it all.
She was on the verge of panic. If only Harry wouldn't keep trying to force her, to rush her.
"Harry," Wellington called. "Let the lady do it herself. She's just a bit worried about the size of the dildo. She'll do it just fine, Harry. Let her do it by herself."
Lynn turned her head and looked at Mr. Wellington. It was the first time she'd seen him. He was incredibly handsome. Somehow, Lynn had imagined him to be an older man, probably very fat and bald, with a filthy expression on his face that he could never remove. But Wellington was a relatively young man, and very attractive. And obviously he was extremely sensitive to a girl's moods and thoughts. He could tell she was in a panic, and had taken action to help her over it.
Her pretty blue eyes locked onto his. He smiled and nodded slowly to her. A slight gesture with his hand told Lynn that she would have to do it, but that she could do it at her own pace.
She lowered her eyes, then looked back at him, hoping he would understand her gratitude.
She felt Harry let go of her arm. She watched her lover walk back to the couch and sit down. She saw another girl, dressed in a maid's costume, crouching beside a chair. God, what a group! she thought to herself. And suddenly she relaxed completely. Yes, this was quite a group. And all, the women here were bound and submissive, just like herself. There was no reason to be afraid. Whatever was going to happen to her was going to happen to all of them, one way or another.
And one thing was in her favor – cunt channel was already well-lubricated with her juices.
Patty, crouched under Lynn's naked body, had heard the whole exchange. She could very easily understand the woman's panic at seeing the size of the leather pole she had to mount.
Knowing what must be going through Lynn's mind, Patty decided to help as best she could. She lifted her ass a little bit higher, and lowered her back.
Lynn sighed, then squatted down again until her pussy was resting lightly on the cock head.
Wellington's cock was about to explode. He knew that Harry would believe he disapproved of the slight defiance his date had shown. And John would let him continue to think so. It was good for Harry to think John had disapproved, because then John could get him to do even more interesting things with his young lady.
But in fact Lynn's defiance had excited John. He understood that this tall beautiful blonde hadn't yet been broken, not by any stretch of the imagination. She had merely agreed to do whatever Harry had told her she would be asked to do tonight. And it was quite apparent that old Harry had failed to mention the size of the cock, probably hadn't even told her about the cock at all, knowing how Harry negotiated his deals.
Wellington's smile broadened. It would be the merest of child's play to take this beauty away from Harry. Simply give him the stateside job he wanted in exchange for the woman, and Harry was bound to leap for the deal.
John shifted on his seat. He hoped his cock wouldn't blast itself dry before he got the chance to fuck that golden-haired lovely.
Lynn began wiggling her ass slowly, trying to work her cunt lips open by rubbing them against the fat wide hood of the leather cock. She could feel her juices smearing the thing, wetting it completely. That would help. She sank lower, spreading her thighs wide open so that her knees wan pointing toward opposite walls of the room. She was shaking badly, rubbing her cunt all over the cock head, trying to keep from slipping downward too fast.
She went down further, feeling her pussy lips spreading open as the hood penetrated between them. She twisted from side to side, working her cunt hole down over the huge head slowly. It felt like it was going to split her in half it was so damned big and wide.
The leather spread her cunt lips wider and wider. The young woman knew that if she opened much further, she would tear her flesh. This cock was so fucking big, it was like taking a cock for the first time in her life. She quivered, feeling like a virgin taking her very first cock.
And that thought drove her wild. She moaned and ground her pussy over and around that immense dork head. She could rub her clit against the thing, pressing it down hard, mashing it firmly against the wet leather.
God! She knew she could rub herself to a hard climax just by moving like this, without ever taking the prick inside her tight cunt tube!
But that wasn't what these men wanted to watch her do. They wanted to see her hurt herself a little bit before she came. She had to shove this cock all the way up her snatch hole, sit down on, the saddle, and ride some other poor girl like she was a colt.
Biting down hard on the gag between her teeth, Lynn gathered up her courage. She tightened her thighs. She took a very deep breath, filling her lungs, thrusting her big breasts outward and upward. Sweat popped out on her skin all over her body.
Suddenly, with a loud shriek into her gag, Lynn drove he wet cunt downward onto the fat pole of the prick. She wiggled wildly, jerking her ass and thighs, grinding her cunt down harder and harder.
She was groaning and grunting from the strain. She felt her cunt lips separating over the huge prick. It was just too fucking huge to take!
Patty made her move. She stiffened her arms, tightened her legs, and shoved her back upward as hard and high as she could. Her back arched, and the leather cock was driven deep into Lynn's hot wet cunt, slamming all the way home.
Lynn's head jerked backward and she screamed violently into the gag. Her tight ass checks slammed downward onto the leather seat of the saddle, her cunt hole fully impaled on the fat fake prick.
Sweat rolled down her body. Her hair was matted to her back where it hung down. Lynn's head rolled limply on her neck as she sat on the ponygirl, whimpering. She could feel the juices wetting the saddle under her bare ass. The burning pain in her cunt hole began to ease quickly as her cunt walls adjusted to the immense width of the leather dork.
The men gave both girls a few minutes to adjust to their new positions. Lynn felt like she'd just been torn in half. And poor Patty was shaking badly under the strain of trying to support Lynn's full weight.
"Put your feet in the stirrups, Lynn," Wellington told her.
Lynn nodded slowly. She slowly opened her eyes and tried to focus on something. Wellington's handsome face came into view, and she concentrated on pleasing him. She glanced down and found the dangling stirrup with her right foot. She slipped her boot into it. She got her other foot into the left stirrup, so that her knees were bent so high that the inner sides of her thighs rested against the outer sides of her big breasts.
The cock was buried to the hilt within her cunt, filling her fuller than she could ever have believed possible.
Under her, Patty was groaning into her bit. Lynn, for all her lovely height, weighed a mere one hundred pounds. She was tall and slender. Patty weighed only ninety-eight pounds though, and the girl on top was damned heavy, even for someone as athletic as Patty. Thank God for good muscles, Patty thought as she shifted her weight to better balance herself and her rider.
Moving was going to be hell. Still, Patty consoled herself, she didn't have to squat on a precarious perch with that leather rod rammed up her twat. God Almighty!
"Come over here, pony," Wellington called.
Shit! Patty lifted one cuffed hand off the floor and moved it forward as far as the short chain would allow. She shifted one stockinged knee forward, until she felt the tug on the chain between the cuffs around her ankles.
It was going to be extremely slow-going. Each slight move of her body sent Lynn lurching one way or the other. Patty could hear the girl's moans as she felt the rod within her cunt pressing hard up into the depths of her cunt, hurting her deep inside.
"Move a bit faster, pony," Don commanded.
Patty tried, but there was no way she could move one bit faster.
"Use your spurs, Lynn," Harry called out.
Patty froze. Spurs? Oh, fuck!
Lynn, her eyes on Wellington, twisted her ankles and gouged the sharp steel points on her spurs into Patty's bare flesh, just behind her ribs.
Patty found quickly that there was a way that she could move that extra little bit faster.
She jerked one hand forward, one knee for ward, and then the other hand with the other knee, over and over in rapid succession, until she and her rider were halted in front of Wellington.
"Excellent," John complimented them.
Lynn watched his face closely as he studied the two women. He seemed genuinely pleased with them, and this somehow made Lynn's heart beat a little faster. She longed to please this man whom she'd never spoken to, whom she'd never even met before this evening.
John got out of the chair. He walked around the ponygirl and her rider, inspecting them both very carefully. His hand stroked Lynn's breasts, cupping them from the underside and lifting the weight of both lush mounds, his thumbs flicking over both hard nipples.
Lynn sucked a deep lung full of air, forcing her breasts out and up, trying to make them grow even larger in Wellington's knowing hands.
John bent down and lightly kissed Lynn's bare shoulder. The kiss sent a thrill of pleasure through Lynn's body.
John lifted one foot and worked the toe of his shoe between Patty's ass cheeks, poking the tip of the shoe right onto her tightly puckered asshole.
Patty moaned low in her throat as the bit between her teeth gouged hard into her tongue and the roof of her mouth. The shoe jabbing at her asshole felt great, and she crouched backward, grinding her asshole against the pointed toe of the shoe.
John lowered his foot.
"Not so easily, my dear. No, you'll have to work a little harder than that for your release, I'm afraid."
John walked back around in front of the girls. He winked at Lynn. She would have smiled back, but her hood and gag prevented her from making any kind of facial gesture.
"Harry, come over and undo Lynn's arms. I want her to take the reins."
As John seated himself again, Harry got up and did as he'd been told. Lynn brought her arms around in front of her body, rubbing her wrists. Oh, God, how good it felt to have her hands back! Her shoulders ached like fury from the strain of her arms tied behind her back.
Harry undid the loose reins from the pommel of the saddle, and held them out for his lover. Lynn looked at his face for a moment. All she could see in Harry's eyes was a pleading for her to do everything right, to make no more mistakes. But Lynn had read in Wellington's smile that he hadn't been the least bit put off by her defiance. Maybe he'd even been turned on a bit by it, Lynn thought.
She took the reins.
Patty stiffened under her. Lynn felt the girl's body go very tense. She knew that Patty had helped her get the cock inside her. How could she repay the girl for her help? Lynn understood that she was going to have to actually hurt the ponygirl, to give her hard kicks with the spurs, to pull on the reins. Damn! These men were diabolical! Lynn couldn't think of a single thing she could do to prevent Patty from getting a full treatment of pain.
Then it struck her. If that was the situation, then these guys were smart enough to only put a girl in that position if she got off on pain.
Lynn relaxed. She could do her job without worrying too much about Patty. The ponygirl was there because it was the best way for her to gain pleasure, of that Lynn was certain.
"Well, ladies," Wellington said. He looked them over again, his gaze settling at last on Lynn's tremendous breasts. "You will ride your pony, Lynn, until you come. And you will continue to ride her until she comes too. Is that clear?"
Lynn nodded.
Patty nodded, but very slightly.
"And you will keep in constant motion, ponygirl, or we will use the whip on you both."
When he said the word both, he looked right into Lynn's lovely eyes. Lynn met his gaze. Then, without waiting for a further command, she twisted her ankles and dug the spurs into Patty's ribs. At the same moment, she pulled back hard on the reins, driving the tiny spikes into Patty's tender tongue.
Patty screamed into the bit, and it sounded almost like, pony whinnying. Lynn released the reins, giving Patty her lead, and the ponygirl started forward again, moving as rapidly about the large room as she could. She carried Lynn close to each of the men, in a big slow circle. Each stop brought a new jab of pain into her mouth. And each time she slowed, each time she moved with too much of a jerk, she felt the sharp steel points of Lynn's spurs kick into her ribs.
By the time she had made a complete circle of the room, and was moving slowly toward Wellington again, she was in a full sweat. Her black stockings were matted to her thighs and legs. The saddle rubbed against her bare back, making her flesh raw and sore. Large drops of sweat rolled down over her tight ass cheeks and dripped onto her stocking-clad feet.
But she felt her cunt growing hotter and wetter and looser with each stop. Her breasts dangling from her chest tickled with the tiny rivers of sweat that rolled down the flesh and toyed with each pert nipple, driving Patty into a frenzy of lusty frustration. She longed and ached to scratch those itchy buds, to claw her nipples into pleasure instead of this constant annoying teasing agony.
If only there was something she could rub her clit against. Damn it! Why hadn't they thought of strapping some kind of belt down between her ass cheeks, pulling it tightly up between her cunt lips so she could at least get off quickly?
Patty snorted at her own thoughts. Quickly? Hell, they must have thought about the idea, and discarded it. They wanted her to come off on her pain, not on some easy strap.
Damn creeps!
Patty moaned as she crawled slowly past her host. Wellington winked at Lynn. He was astonished at how quickly the woman had learned to manipulate her pony. Patty, after all, was still blindfolded. She couldn't tell where she was carrying her passenger. Lynn was using the reins exactly as she would on a real horse, making the animal move exactly where she wanted to go.
Lynn winked back at Mr. Wellington. The cock up her snatch was driving her nuts with pleasure. Her clit slid up and down on the massive rod with each step her ponygirl took. Her breasts were burning bright red with her lust, her nipples sticking out like twin rods of iron, deliciously pink-brown.
Lynn's whole body was drenched in sweat. She was shaking hard on the saddle, lifting and lowering her ass by tightening her butt muscles. She rubbed her swollen clit hard against the sleek wet leather of the fake cock in her cunt hole.
She could feel the gut-churning pleasure growing stronger and twisting her insides into a hard knot of pleasure. Her piping-hot cunt was oozing, dripping with fluid from her stretched channel. The head of the leather dork battered into her cervix, causing her pain deep within her pussy. But she was growing used to it, beginning to enjoy the painful sensation, around which all her sexy pleasure seemed to be focused.
It wouldn't be long for her now.
Lynn dug her spurs into Patty's sides again, just for the fucking hell of it. She loved the sound of the ponygirl's deep-throated groans of pain. It was a real turn-on for Lynn, to be in control of another woman like this. She'd never experienced such a strange kind of pleasure.
Her blood was on fire. She felt like she was drowning in her own sweat. She sucked on the rubber cock in her mouth as though it was the real thing. She almost wished she was still blinded by the hood, so that the men around her couldn't tell by the lusty glaze over her eyes how far gone she really was.
They were past Wellington now, and Lynn could feel the heat rising higher, growing hotter in her cunt. She slid up and down on the impaling cock, amazed that she could open so fully for the monstrous prick.
Her clit was hard and wet. She could sense the vague feeling of warmth and lust deep within her body, growing stronger by the second.
Her nipples suddenly hardened into tight nubs so fucking firm and full that they felt like they were about to blow apart from the hard pressure inside them.
Her belly tightened, and trembled hard.
Her thighs suddenly clenched tightly to the outer sides of her huge tits, hugging them hard, pressing them together.
She yanked back hard on the reins, forcing Patty to halt. And as Patty stood there on her hands and knees with her head forced far back, screaming over and over into the painful bit, Lynn jammed her hot wet box all the way down on the leather cock in her snatch and squirted cunt juice all over the saddle seat.
She moaned and twitched as she held the reins tightly in her fists. She jumped and bounced up and down on the pole up her hole, rubbing her puffy clit bud hard along the smooth leather cock.
She felt her love channel filling with her juices, flooding out of her snatch hole and again wetting her ass cheeks on the saddle.
The men watched the juice flow in thick rivers down over the sides of the saddle, and drip to the floor under Patty's quaking body.
Patty felt Lynn come. The moaning rider yanked and pulled on the reins, causing Patty excruciating pain in her tongue and mouth. Patty shrieked for the first few seconds, then got control of herself. It hurt like fucking hell, but she could stand it.
Tears flooded out of her eyes, wetting her blindfold, dripping down her cheeks. She could feel the hot salty tears falling onto her hands.
Her nipples were nearly bursting from the pleasure of her frustration.
If only she could come, right now. Qhhhh, damn those fucking bastards and all their miserable tricks!
She stood still, feeling the girl on top of her shuddering wildly as she came.
Lynn shook harder and harder as the waves of orgasm washed over her whole body, driving her higher and higher. Her cunt felt like it was on fire. It buzzed and tingled so hard that Lynn would never have believed it possible, if she wasn't feeling it right then.
She seemed to come forever.
She humped the cock up her hole for all she was worth. Her head was thrown far back, and she moaned over and over into her gag, her throat working hard as she tried to suck the rubber cock between her teeth.
Lynn screamed into her gag. She shook violently on the saddle, her clit running up and down on the immense dildo within her body in a fury of blasting orgasm.
Her hole was filled with cock and juice. The juices flushed out around the base of the dildo with each jump and jerk of her wet, glistening body impaled on the dork.
She plopped back down onto the seat of the saddle, and heard the gooey squishing of her ass cheeks in her cunt fluids.
And slowly the pleasure and the pain cased, faded. She rode the cock a few more times before settling down into the seat. She twitched and clenched her cunt walls around the cock.
She brought her head slowly back dawn, and let the reins slip from her fingers. She took a deep breath and held it. She quivered, and felt one last little squirt of juice spurt out of her hole.
God fucking damn!
She shuddered with the last traces of pleasure. Her nipples remained hard, and kept their bright red blush long after the last of her juice slid down over the sides of the saddle.
Slowly, she opened her eyes. She twisted on the saddle and looked back at Wellington. His eyes were locked on her body. Ho looked into her eyes. She read wonder and excitement there, and knew in that moment that she could have him, if she played her cards right.
She nudged Patty's ribs with the spurs.
Patty took a very slow step forward. The pain in her mouth was still making her eyes water. She felt the spurs dig in harder, and she moved forward with quicker steps.
She could feel her own climax getting closer. If only there was something she could rub against – anything, any fucking thing at all!
Patty winced as she felt another sharp pinch beneath her tongue. Lynn was tugging the reins slightly to keep her moving. The cuffs around her wrists were rubbing the skin raw now. And her ankles were sore too. There was a little rip in the black nylon around her ankle where a rough edge of one of the cuffs had cut through.
Patty gnawed the bit. God, her mouth was so fucking sore that she wouldn't be able to give Don decent head for a month! Serve the bastard right, though, she thought.
The cock up Lynn's snatch hole continued to rub against her clit. Lynn was surprised to feel the growing warmth of a second climax. Her belly shivered. Her heart thumped in her chest. Her ass cheeks alternately tightened and relaxed as she pumped her cunt tube up and down, rubbing her clit off on the side of the soaked leather dong.
The itching grew hotter and deeper in her cunt. It was driving Lynn crazy. It was building up inside her too fast. She couldn't stop it or control it. Suddenly she was humping the cock with all her might, leaping wildly up and dawn on the fucking dork.
She couldn't help it. She threw the reins aside and yanked her booted feet from the stirrups. She jammed her high-heeled boots onto the floor and grabbed the pommel of the saddle with both hands. Her knuckles went white as she clutched the thing tightly. She used her leg muscles and lifted her whole body up over the thick leather prong up her twat, then dropped down.
Her head lashed from side to side as her come flooded over her, unbearable in its intensity. Her whole body was taut and shuddering. She was lost, her mind in a dense fog of lust and gut-wrenching pleasure. She clawed at the saddle horn. Her thighs quivered violently as she pumped and humped her cunt up and down on the fuck pole.
Her whole weight came slamming down on top of Patty's straining body. Patty's arms almost gave way. She was shaking and trembling under the pounding Lynn was giving her back.
She locked herself into position, and hoped she wouldn't collapse under the other girl's violent movements.
Lynn spewed juice out of her cunt hole around the thick cock. The pole was already slick with her juices. The fragrant odor of a young woman's cunt filled the room, making poor Patty even hornier and more frustrated in her own need to come.
Lynn slammed herself up and down, grinding her swollen clit against the smooth prick. She rode up high, her legs going almost straight, then drove herself down like a wild woman gone totally mad for cock.
Patty grunted with each downward drive of Lynn's body. Her arms couldn't take much more. Her knees hurt.
Lynn came and came, spilling her thick cunt juices all over the seat of the leather saddle. Her ass was gooey with her sauce. The beautiful fluid clung to her ass cheeks each time she rose upward along the cock, and spilled down over the sides of the saddle each time she rammed her ass back down.
Wellington was wheezing loudly as he watched. His cock was leaping in his hand. He gripped it tightly, keeping it from thumping too hard. He wanted Lynn. He had to have her.
Harry watched Lynn come, too. But he glanced toward John as often as he dared. Harry knew how hard Lynn's climaxes could be, and he was happy to see the effect it was having on his boss.
It looked like the deal was in the bag.
For the first time that evening, Harry relaxed. He turned his attention fully to the girls in the center of the room, and felt his nuts go hard and heavy as Lynn pumped her juices out of her sweet twat.
Don was clawing at the cushions. His cock was ready to blast a load into the nearest fucking bitch. He looked over at Jan. Blinded still, crouching beside the chair for all the world like an obedient young pooch, Jan was listening with all her attention to what was going on in the room.
She was scared and excited. She knew that the other two women were undergoing some kind of wonderful torment. She could hear the groaning and moaning of orgasm. Whether or not they were both coming, Jan couldn't tell, but at least one of them was getting off but good.
Jim reached down and absently stroked Jan's firm ass. His finger worked its way quickly under the tight waistband of her panties and found the soft ring of her asshole.
Jan twitched as she felt the fingertip press inward. She forced her whole to relax completely, so the finger wouldn't tear her skin as it slipped inside her ass.
Jim loved having his finger inside Jan's tight butt hole. He worked it as deep inside as it would go, his eyes never leaving the squirming body of the girl on the pony.
Janice whimpered as she felt the finger wiggling inside her asshole. How often she had gotten off like this, squeezing Jim's finger with her ass, pumping on it! Jim knew just how to work her body.
The bastard!
Jan ground her ass backward, shoving her asshole over his finger, trying to suck it deeper into her bowels.
Jan groaned when she felt the finger pulled from her hole. Her anus itched. She wanted more. She bit into the rubber ball that was spreading her jaws so wide open.
Oh, fucking damn this shit! She wanted to be fucked. She needed to feel a cock pumping into her cunt hole. Damn this!
Jim's cock was hurting bad. Whipping Jenny had really turned him on. He wanted to fuck somebody, and right now he didn't give a damn who it was. He wanted to fuck all night long, fuck all of the women in this place, again and again.
He sniffed at his fingertip. He loved the smell of his lover's asshole. He loved making Jan suck his fingers after he'd shoved them as deep as possible up her shitter.
He knew Janice loved it, too.
He couldn't take his eyes off the action in the center of the room.
Lynn was slowly coming back to the real world. Her body sank down on the saddle, the leather prick shoved all the way into her pussy hole. Her head went forward and she simply sat there, trying to catch her breath.
Patty was breathing hard too. Her arms were shaking, and she was ready to collapse at any slightest additional weight. She didn't think she could take another step with Lynn still on her back. Resting and breathing, neither Patty nor Lynn heard a sound until the first loud whistle of the whip, and the first harsh snap of the stinging whip against Patty's bare ass!