feeling every muscle in her body to check for strains after the gruelling race day. As one of them slipped a bridle over her head, the first one went to them with the maps. “Take her out to the East pastures and keep her there till I call. A couple of the lads will meet you and you can keep her busy for an hour or two.”
The men grinned at each other. An hour or two with Lightning would suit them very nicely indeed. One man mounted the sulky and the other went to join those going by truck.
Sophie was glad of the chance to stretch her legs again. After the races she had been showered, her bottom had been flushed out and she had been rubbed down then taken on her leash round to the front of the house where a huge barbeque had been held. She had both rosettes pinned to her breasts and was immensely proud as Wilbur Beckington-Floyd himself led her around and boasted about her. When she could she stole glances down at her breasts and was pleased with the tracery of thin pink lines that adorned them. Usually a well whipped pony could look forward to some more male attention to other parts of her anatomy, but on this occasion everyone seemed more interested in talking about her. Finally however she was taken back to her stall, allowed to lie down and play host to any of the men – grooms, guests, whoever; it seemed as though Mr Floyd had declared her common property. She had to admit that she loved the first hour or so. After that her bottom began to sting all over again and this time her vagina followed suit fairly soon. The orgasms were very welcome however and she felt she had earned them. She had woken feeling stiff and sore again and even after the crusted semen had been showered off, she needed exercise to ease the stiffness in her legs.
There had been some activity around her stall, a tall, Arabic-looking man had looked her over from above the stall half-door. Mr Floyd had been hovering behind him and she had been surprised to realise that he was nervous about something. But since then, nothing.
Now she had been checked over with a fine tooth comb and at last she was tacked up and harnessed to a sulky. The groom who was driving her seemed to recognise that she needed to warm up gradually and let her work up to trotting speed gently. He made her walk from time to time and th en whipped her back up to trotting an d by the time they arrived at the gate to a pasture where cattle were grazing and a truck was waiting, she felt relaxed and loose.
A four man gang bang was exactly what the doctor ordered. They tied her to the gate with her arms and legs spread as wide as possible and took it in turns. Each of them entered her vagina and gratifyingly they took their time. As a result she climaxed with each of them. When they had finished with her she hung panting and sweating in the heat once more as he r senses cleared and her heart beat returned to normal. From over by the truck she heard beer cans being popped and the men settled down to relaxing – she hoped it was only temporarily.
She needn’t have worried. The sight of her tied out on the gate soon re-ignited their interest and one of them came up to her and began to stroke and squeeze her breasts sending shards of pleasure shooting through her. She groaned and stirred in her bonds.
“Hey, guys,” the man called. “She’s ready to go again. What’ll it be; heads or tails?”
A second man came towards her tossing a coin. “You call it!” he said.
“Heads,” the man with his hands still mauling her breasts called.
“Tails! You go last!” the second man said.
They took her down and turned her around then pushed her head and shoulders through a gap in the bars of the gate before stretching her arms out again and tying them . She had had to spread her legs wide to get down to the level required and knew she was offering them everything they wanted. Her anus would be exposed between her spread buttocks, the slit of her sex would be perfectly open too, and
The men grinned at each other. An hour or two with Lightning would suit them very nicely indeed. One man mounted the sulky and the other went to join those going by truck.
Sophie was glad of the chance to stretch her legs again. After the races she had been showered, her bottom had been flushed out and she had been rubbed down then taken on her leash round to the front of the house where a huge barbeque had been held. She had both rosettes pinned to her breasts and was immensely proud as Wilbur Beckington-Floyd himself led her around and boasted about her. When she could she stole glances down at her breasts and was pleased with the tracery of thin pink lines that adorned them. Usually a well whipped pony could look forward to some more male attention to other parts of her anatomy, but on this occasion everyone seemed more interested in talking about her. Finally however she was taken back to her stall, allowed to lie down and play host to any of the men – grooms, guests, whoever; it seemed as though Mr Floyd had declared her common property. She had to admit that she loved the first hour or so. After that her bottom began to sting all over again and this time her vagina followed suit fairly soon. The orgasms were very welcome however and she felt she had earned them. She had woken feeling stiff and sore again and even after the crusted semen had been showered off, she needed exercise to ease the stiffness in her legs.
There had been some activity around her stall, a tall, Arabic-looking man had looked her over from above the stall half-door. Mr Floyd had been hovering behind him and she had been surprised to realise that he was nervous about something. But since then, nothing.
Now she had been checked over with a fine tooth comb and at last she was tacked up and harnessed to a sulky. The groom who was driving her seemed to recognise that she needed to warm up gradually and let her work up to trotting speed gently. He made her walk from time to time and th en whipped her back up to trotting an d by the time they arrived at the gate to a pasture where cattle were grazing and a truck was waiting, she felt relaxed and loose.
A four man gang bang was exactly what the doctor ordered. They tied her to the gate with her arms and legs spread as wide as possible and took it in turns. Each of them entered her vagina and gratifyingly they took their time. As a result she climaxed with each of them. When they had finished with her she hung panting and sweating in the heat once more as he r senses cleared and her heart beat returned to normal. From over by the truck she heard beer cans being popped and the men settled down to relaxing – she hoped it was only temporarily.
She needn’t have worried. The sight of her tied out on the gate soon re-ignited their interest and one of them came up to her and began to stroke and squeeze her breasts sending shards of pleasure shooting through her. She groaned and stirred in her bonds.
“Hey, guys,” the man called. “She’s ready to go again. What’ll it be; heads or tails?”
A second man came towards her tossing a coin. “You call it!” he said.
“Heads,” the man with his hands still mauling her breasts called.
“Tails! You go last!” the second man said.
They took her down and turned her around then pushed her head and shoulders through a gap in the bars of the gate before stretching her arms out again and tying them . She had had to spread her legs wide to get down to the level required and knew she was offering them everything they wanted. Her anus would be exposed between her spread buttocks, the slit of her sex would be perfectly open too, and
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