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THE TRAINING OF A PONY GIRL CHAPTER 3 PART 1, TRAIL RUN Mistress Ann, had just gotten the announcement that the Pony Race was officially on, with the date and location. Since she was on the planning committee, she had a lot of work to get done. The next day, Ann spent all day making travel reservations, sending out announcements, some with entry forms to those that already committed to entering the race. She even sent out announcement to various organizations like, "Human Pony clubs", S&M clubs and related organizations, along with fetish magazines and even some "Adult" radio talk show hosts. One of the least likely groups I thought was "Professional Gamblers" not individually, but places they hang out like casino's, Race tracks, Off Track Betting lounges etc. She really was trying to drum up interest in this race. The date would be in mid January! One of the first things she did was to call mistress Domino, and set up 2 reservation dates for us to visit her horse farm, and "take to the track". She set the first date 2 weeks from then, and another date 8 weeks later. That last date would end up being just two weeks before the race. Next, she made airplane reservations, and other travel reservation, but did not tell me what that was the destination of for the race. All I knew was that we would be flying into the Philippine islands, via Australia. She spent the next week making arrangements, talking on the phone to interested participants, Vendors and suppliers, and many other companies. She told me to get my new state drivers license with my current female photo. Then she told me it was urgent for me to get my passport picture taken and fill out the form for a passport. It may take all of 4 months to get one. The next day she had me get up early, dress, and apply a "natural" looking make up for my passport and drivers license. We visited a photography shop that specialized in passport photos, and was able to get the necessary "Federal Forms" to obtain a passport. Next was the visit to the state driving license branch for my new "State License". Then she pulled into a Chevrolet dealers lot, and pulled around to the used car section. I was a little surprised, since both Tom and Ann had relatively new cars. We got out of the car, and walked around the lot looking. She saw a Camero,with a race stripe running across the side. Then walked into the office and Ann told the first salesman that approached us, "We need to speak to William Smihers, the used car sales manager!" I heard an announcement over the PA system, "Mr Bill Smithers to the used car office." Within a few minutes, in walked a rather handsome middle aged man and noticed Ann right away. He did not call her Misses, or Mistress but just "Ann". How can I help you today? As he took her hand and held it very lovingly. I realized that they must have had a very close relation ship in the near past. She told him, "I want to buy a one year old car with low mileage never wrecked. In other words, a "cream puff"! And she added, "At a rock bottom price!" What do you have in mind, He asked, "Well, I saw that Camero there with only 6 thousand miles on it, how much?" she asked "Since when do you want a two door car with a deluxe sports package?" Ann responded, its for my slave girl here, Heather. He never missed a beat, and retorted, "GIRL?" She shot back, "Well, almost!" "Oh Ann, your up to your old tricks again I see!" "What do you want for it?" He quoted her a price and added, "That is our rock bottom price." She said, "Knock three thousand off, and its a deal!" "That is cash, right now, and we will pick it up tomorrow morning." He stammered around and told us he had to ask his boss first. Ann said, "I know you can "wheel and deal" with out the bosses permission, now do we have a deal?" "Ann, what incentive can you offer me that would make me agree to this deal?" he had a shit eating grin on his face saying that. "Do you still like getting a blow job?" Ann asked. His reply, "I thought you would never offer that, and with this lovely lady slave of yours?" "Yes, and she is not just my slave, she has talents that you have never dreamed of!" "Really, that good?" he responded. "Ann replied, "If she IS the best cock sucker you have ever experienced, then it is a deal, right?" I stuck out my tongue, to show him the bar pierced through my tongue with big ball on top and bottom. He Gasped, "That's a deal!" "Then, lets take the car for a test ride," Ann told him. We drove a couple of miles to a river bank that was not visible from the street. We both got out while Ann stayed in the car checking it out. I found a level spot in a grassy area, dropped to my knees and asked,"What do you have for me?" He unzipped his fly, and out popped his cock. It was of average size and I knew I could take it in with out touching the back of my throat. I gave him my best effort flicking my tongue along the under side of his shaft, then bobbed my head in and out. And then with his cock, still in my mouth was still able to open wide and lick his balls. That was the last straw, he "blew his wad", and pulled back so his cock fell out of my mouth letting a trickle of semen dribble out like droll. He fell to his knees, and uttered, "My god that was mind blowing!" Ann rolled down the window and said, "Then it is a deal!" I drove the car back to the dealership, Ann wrote a check for the car, and told the clerk, that we would pick it up tomorrow after they washed it and put the new plates on it! On the way out of the lot, I asked Ann, "You seemed to know Bill rather intimately?" "Right?" She replied, "Oh he's just my brother!" I could not believe that Ann had bought me that car, and asked why. She told me that she would be away on "Pony Girl Business for a few days, and that I would need to run several errands for her. And besides she said, " I promised you a car on the first day you started training. And you have performed magnificently!" Then, she drove us to a shopping mall, where we had lunch, and she bought 6 pairs of short shorts, 6 mini skirts that barely came past my ass cheeks and tank tops of different materials, new bras, and panties with matching garter belts and more jewelry. We arrived home by 3 PM, and Ann told me to slip on the "Boots" and practice walking until Tom got home. That next afternoon, Bill called and told us the car was ready to pick up. That evening, Ann told me to be up and "walking"by 8 AM, but to stop at noon since she thought it too soon after my surgery to strain myself. So, for the rest of the week, I spent only 4 hours on the treadmill. Sunday afternoon, she returned home and told me we would be heading up to to mistress Domino's ranch. Then she asked me if I could go up to the attic, and disassemble the pony cart that had been stored close to the back side of the tread mill. I went to the garage, got some tools, and spent several hours taking the cart apart and carrying it down to the garage. That Monday, we packed the pony cart, disassembled it and stowed it into the back of Tom's SUV with the back seat folded down. We found places to tuck both of our suit cases with regular clothes and my pony girl outfit in and around the cart. We headed out onto the interstate for a three hour dive, then exited the interstate onto a local state highway. An hour later we got off on a county road and drove a half hour to the farm/ranch that was out in the middle of "no where." Domino met us in the drive way, and hollered at several Ranch hands to come and unload the SUV. We spent the afternoon reassembling the cart, unpacking our gear, and taking a tour of the Ranch. Domino must have had over a hundred acres, with a 1 ? mile dirt race track close to the Barn. She showed us her horses, and farm equipment then took us over to her patio where a lean middle aged man was broiling steaks on the charcoal grill. Domino introduced us to Harry her husband. He was dressed in bib overalls, and had calloused hands, and a weather beaten face, but had a square jaw, and a rather handsome face. I could tell that he had been a good looking young man in his heyday. A few minutes later the three young "ranch hands" came up on the patio, and Domino Introduced them as Jim, Bob, and Ted. I offered my hand to shake, and they all three wiped their hands on their pants before extending their hands to me. Now, all three of these boys were well muscled and also faces showing weathering. As each shook my hand, I felt a little tingling and could tell that they had strong hands.. Harry, brought out a ice chest full of beer, and several bottles of wine. All of the young men grabbed a bottle of beer out of the chest, and guzzled the first one down, then their second beer was consumed much slower! Harry finally said that the steaks were ready, and set the platter of steaks on the huge picnic table that already had baked potatoes, corn on the cob and a large bowl of salad ready to be served. During supper on the patio, the men discussed what needed to be done tomorrow, bailing some hay from the west "30", shod-ding several horses, but first, dragging the raking board around the track! Harry added, "Heather needs a smooth track to run on." They all dug into the food and ate like they were starving, while Domino, Ann and I tried to eat more restrained. Us "girls" drank small glasses of wine with our meal, while the men consumed several more bottles of cold beer. "Heather, what do you think of my boys here?"Domino asked. I responded, that they look like fine specimens of well developed young men," Domino continued,"That they are, and horny at that!" "Right boys!" With a sheepish grin , they all agreed. Ann replied," "Heather you need to thank these young men for unloading the car, assembling the cart, and making us feel welcome. I hung my head in embarrassment, and said "NOW, Mistress Ann?" She replied, "Yes, Now!" "Which one first?" I asked. The boys gather around and for the next three minutes, I noticed they were touching their fists, and holding up one or two fingers, until one dropped out, the last two continued until Ted spoke up, "I win!" Now, the patio was covered with ceramic tile in a beautiful pattern of whiles blues, and Reds. But, being on my knees did not really appeal to me that evening. So, I asked Ted to stand up on the picnic table. Ted took three very fast steps to the table, and in one giant leap, was on top of the table! I could sense that he was very eager! I glided over to him on my ballet boots, just as I thought, Ted's crotch was just at the right height to allow me to stand up with his crotch level with my nose. Ted was so shy that I had to unzip his fly, fumble around and pull his cock out by myself. Then I "slurped" his cock into my mouth just over the head, and tickled the head with my tongue. Then I slowly sucked his cock deep into my mouth until my nose touched his crotch. Then I pressed my lips hard at the base of his cock, I heard him starting to breath deep. I tickled all along his shaft with my tongue piercing, and he really started breathing heavy. I bobbed by head back until the head of his cock was all that was left in my mouth and drove down and back several times. That was all it took, He leaned back and with a loud AAARGGG, and shot his load, I thought he would never stop cumming! He did not stop until I had a very full mouth. I pulled back off of his cock, with a slight sucking of my mouth I and was able to disengage his cock with out loosing a drop! I spoke up ',"Next". Bob and Jim were shocked at that remarked. Bob said, "We both lost, and thought that Ted was the lucky one tonight" Ann spoke up and said, "All three of you are the lucky ones tonight!" I said, "Next!" again. Then Jim spoke, "I am", as he leaped up on the table in one jump! I used the same technique on Jim, and again, he lasted less then 3 minutes! Then it was Bob's turn he was the shortest boy of the three, so he had to climb on to the table using one of the chairs. He looked a little shy, and I thought due to his stature he was a little ashamed of the size of his cock, so I turned him to the side of the table away from the other two boys, and unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock and with one motion, had his cock in my mouth in a flash. His cock started swelling up in my mouth, just as I like to feel it doing. His cock was a nice size even limp, but it swelled up until it touched the back of my throat. I started to massage his shaft with my piercing while moving my head back and forth. To my surprise, the next deep thrust onto his cock went far into my throat almost causing a gag reflex! I was able to swallow just in time to preventing the gagging. This boy was hung! Even then, after several more thrusts deep into my mouth and throat, He shot his load as I felt the first spurt shoot deep into my throat! I pulled back a little so I could taste his cum and the next spurt started to fill my mouth. He really filled my mouth, I thought that it must have been some time since he or the other two had had an orgasm. I licked my lips after swallowing his load, and said, "Next!" While looking at Harry, but he just turned around and headed into the house! It was still rather early, but the boys and Harry, turned in for bed shortly after. Ann, Domino and I stayed up a little later talking. Then Domino took us up the guest bedroom, where their were two twin beds! Damn, I thought, surely this big farm house should have had a bedroom, with a double bed in it! The next morning at 6AM, both Ann and I awoke to the sound a tractor moving around the track. It kept chugging around the track for over an hour. So , Ann got me up and told me to do a light make up job since she did want not to "stimulate" the boys too much! We went down stairs where Domino had breakfast ready for us. Then Ann told me to put the complete pony gear outfit on except the top plume. The light make up was lost on the boys, since with my exposed breast and my visible nipple rings, chastity belt etc kept them glued to the split rail fence. We walked out to the starting line on the track, where the boys had parked the cart, and Ann put on a set of leather cuffs on my wrist, and fastened double ended clips on the my cuffs, and onto the eye bolts on the side shafts. She climbed up into the cart, took the reins that led to my bridle bit, shook them and said "Giddy up". I pulled real hard, and was very surprised that it was not difficult pulling her in the cart. Within 4 minutes, she cracked me with the whip and said, "Faster." I jumped with a searing pain on my back! Then pulled a little faster, not knowing if I could keep my balance. Another 5 minutes and she cracked the whip on my back again, and I felt another searing pain against my back. As we headed into the 4th turn, she cracked the whip again, and it curled around my shoulder, and hit my right breast, and I almost lost my balance! I screamed, even through the bridle bit was in my mouth. She kept urging me on until we started into the first turn. By then, I was dead tired! She pulled back on the reins and hollered, "Whoa". She got out of the cart, took the reins and turned us around, back to the finish line. She unhooked my wrist from the poles, then took the bridle bit out of my mouth and walked me back to the house holding my hand, and onto the patio. On the way, she explained that we had to go the into the first turn to make the one and quarter mile track into one and a half mile course, like the formal race track we would be running on! I carefully sat down in one of several chairs on the patio, since my chastity belt was up the crack of my ass, and the pony tail was hanging between my legs. All three boys came up to the patio. Ted said to me, " That was fantastic, I could not believe that Heather has able to walk let alone trot around the track!" Bob spoke up and said, "That was a very sexy sight watching Heather in all that fetish gear, with her bare breasts jiggling, I almost had an orgasm!" Domino came out to the patio and remarked, "That was a stimulating sight for me to see also!" "I don't know how Heather was able to do it, especially wearing those ballet boots!" Ann poke up and said, "She has had lots of practice! Then Ann asked, "Did anyone time our run?" Every one shook their heads, then spoke up and said, "I checked my watch when you started to run, and a little later when you got back to the starting line." That took 29 minutes, so, take about 7 minutes off to walk back to the start line, means the end of the run would be about 22 minutes!" Ann made a calculation, "Well if a person can walk a mile in 18 minutes, that would maybe take 27 minutes to walk the mile and a half!" "So she cut seven minutes off by trotting." " She started off in a slow walk, and I sped her up with my whip into a slow trot, then up to a reasonable trot." 'So, she could probably trim off a full 5 minutes by starting off in a reasonable trot!" That meant that I had completed the course in 20 minutes! Domino, said, "We do have a stop watch that we use to time our horses, let me go get it!" After a full hour rest, and a cold diet soda for me, Ann said "Get your ass up young "lady," and lets run it again....using the stop watch!" Harry came out of the barn, and told the boys to go out to the west "40" and bale the cut and cured hay. They all grumbled on the way back to the barn where they fired up the tractor with a hay wagon attached. Ann and I walked back to the starting line, where she inserted the bit back into my mouth, and hooked my wrist back onto the poles. "Giddy up" she yelled. I took off at what "I thought was my ending speed, but was prodded into a faster trot with Ann swinging the bull whip again, causing me to jump and stumble due to the pain from the whip lash. Later she told me I had slowed down by the end of the course because I had tired out. I picked up the speed as much as I thought I should without stumbling or falling. Before the second turn, Ann lashed me again, saying "Faster!"Down the back stretch, she lashed me again saying, "Quit slowing down!" I tried to speed up, but my legs would not go any faster! I was tiring out so fast. Into the 4th turn she lashed my back twice, and I shook my head, No! I just could not make my legs go faster! I finally reached the first turn completing the one and a half mile, and halted, and felt like I was going to fall down. Ann checked the stop watch and exclaimed, That was nineteen and a half minutes. Not bad, but "WE" need to go faster if we are going to win the race! I thought to my self, "WE". Do I have a mouse in my pocket?" I dragged myself back to the house, where I literally dropped my ass into a chair. I never dreamed that trotting, while pulling a pony cart with 110 pounds in it could be so exhausting! Ten minutes later, Domino came out to the patio and said, it was almost lunch time. "Heather, would you go upstairs, and get a top on maybe a shirt, to eat lunch in." Ann asked "why?" Domino explained, the boys need to rest and eat lunch, and not be ogling you, and wanting sex again. I told her I only have knit tank tops to wear, so she got me one of Harry's shirts to wear. While it was big enough to almost wrap around me twice, it did cover my breasts, the harness and my chastity belt! Then we heard the tractor pull up with the wagon full of baled hay. They jumped off of the wagon, and ran up onto the patio. I saw the boys dejected look when they came to sit down. They were not happy seeing me wearing a man's shirt! For lunch, Domino served vegetable beef soup, biscuits and crackers, and Cole slaw, with a large bottle of ketchup! All four men poured lots of ketchup into their soup, then took a hand full of crackers and crushed them up into the soup! After eating, they were off again to the barn to unload the hay. By 2 o'clock, Ann had me up and out on the track ready to run another lap. Again we started off at my regular speed, but she lashed me again with the bull whip, and yelled faster. Again, the pain on my back was searing, which caused me to stumble, and almost loose my balance. Later, down the back stretch, Ann lashed me again telling me faster! Then again, she lashed be coming out of turn four. By this time I was again almost totally exhausted, but finally made it into turn one, and stopped exhausted. She announced, "nineteen minutes and 10 seconds!" I slowly returned to the start line, and Ann unhooked me from the cart, and helped me walk back to the patio. We sat down, and I asked "Ann can I talk to you?" "Why, yes, about what?" She responded. "Look Mistress Ann, I am as committed as you to win this race as you." "And I dearly love you, and I WILL do my utmost best to win it for you! "But, 'PLEASE', no more whipping my back with the bull whip!" It is a shock to me...not expecting it, then I almost stumble and lose a step or two, and the pain is almost blinding!" "So lets agree on the best way to communicate during the race." "Next, If I go "all out" at the beginning of the race, I will have nothing left to make a sprint to pass another cart, or even a sprint to the finish line!" By pacing myself during the early part of the race, would give the other pony girls a false sense that I can't go any faster! Then when we come out of the fourth turn, I have enough strength and stamina left to pass, and go 'all out' to the finish line!" "First, if you want me to go faster, just crack the whip directly above my head." "If someone is trying to pass us, crack it twice over my head. If you want me to go left or right, crack the whip to the left or right of my head. Believe me, a horse has far thicker skin than a humans, and does not feel the pain of the whip nearly as much as humans!" Ann looked at my back and realized that I had ugly red welts all across my back. She thought about that for a minute, and said, "You are right, I think most jockeys use a quirt, and regular buggy drivers use a buggy whip." "So the bull whip is a little over kill!" "Lets try it without using the whip this next time!" "But, I dearly love to keep the whip in my hand, as a mark of my authority and stature!" "I replied, as a signal device only!" At four o'clock, we went back out onto the track, geared up, and started again. This time I started at a regular speed. Then out of the first turn, Ann yelled, we are being passed by another pony, while she cracked the whip twice over my head. I sped up slightly, for a full minute, then returned back to my usual trot. We rounded the forth turn, and I sped up just slightly, then from the starting line, to the first turn, went all out. I was dead tired, but felt that we had run the lap much smoother than before. Ann checked the stop watch, and announced, "eighteen minutes and 40 seconds!" This was our regular routine for the next two days, and my time had dropped to sixteen minutes. Unfortunately, on Thursday, it started to rain by one o'clock, and we had to take the cart into the barn. It rained rather hard and steady until 3 o'clock. Harry announced that the track was too wet and muddy to use it any more that day. He told the boys to run the raking board around the track first thing in the morning. Since the rain had stopped us from running on the track, and baling hay was not possible, we had to stay in the house or patio. Domino, told Ann that since the boys could not work, that maybe a little "Pleasure Time" was in order for them! Ann agreed, and told me to "get ready to "pay the piper" for their assistance! I was so surprised as each boy jumped up on the picnic table, dropped their pants by themselves, and was ready to go! So, I did each one in the same order, but since it had only been three days for them between BJ's it did take each longer than 3 minutes to "get off". I think the average was close to five minutes, which was not bad for young boys full of "vim and vigor" that, and my expert mouth and tongue ministrations! Again at 6 AM, we awoke to the chugging of the tractor around the track. So, we got up, Ann dressed in her usual costume, and I put on my chastity belt and went down for breakfast. Then it was another lap around the track, but with the soft wet dirt track, it took me almost 17 minutes to make the distance. But after an hours rest, with the sun beating down, drying the track, I was able to complete that lap in just over fifteen minutes! By that afternoon, just before five PM, I had cut my time to fourteen and a quarter minutes! Friday morning Ann told me we would have to leave by 3 PM to head back home since she had a race staff meeting early Saturday. We were able to get four laps in that partial day where my last run time was 14 and a half minutes!We packed up every thing, and the boys disassembled the cart and loaded it into the van. Ann and I thanked everybody for their help. Of course, the boys wanted one more "session" before we left, but Ann said that we had to go. On the way home, Ann said we need to devise a way to get the tread mill routine to approximate me pulling her in the cart. She went to a hardware store and bought a child's red wagon, and 100 pounds of sand in plastic bags. Then, Monday morning, she had a mechanic from her brothers car dealership to come over and figure a way to simulate the act of pulling a cart. He took some measurements, and said that he had several ideas, and would sketch something up. On Tuesday he came back with some parts and tools, and installed a set of brake shoes over the rear tires of the wagon. There was an adjusting mechanism that allowed more pressure applied to the rear wheels that caused friction on the rear tires, making it harder for the tires to turn. When he was through, Ann had me get up on the treadmill, hooked a rope from the wagon handle and wrapped it around my waist. Then turned the treadmill belt on. She asked if this was the same as pulling the cart around the track. I informed her that it was too easy, so the mechanic turned the adjustment screws down a little until I felt that was the same as pulling the cart. She had the mechanic move the start-stop button to the front of the tread mill. I would start at the front, walk/trot a normal pace which was just a little slower than the belt speed. The timer was set for twenty minutes, so within 10 minutes, I was close to the end of the tread mill, which meant that I had to speed up like I would do to pass another cart. Then, I would return to my more normal speed, which put me to the back of the tread mill again as the timer went off. Then I had to speed up to the front of the tread mill to reach and turn off button! Just like a dash to the finish line. Then I took a 20 minute break, then started over. I did this routine for 4-6 hours every day, and when I felt that I could go faster or longer, Ann would speed up the belt, or put more pressure on the braking mechanism, This way I was able to not only keep in shape, but increase my endurance and stamina. Mistress Ann thought that to win the race, we would have to complete the lap around the track, in less than 14 minutes! Three weeks before we were to leave for the trip to the pony races, we returned to Domino's ranch for more intense training. We stayed for 5 days, in which time, I started the first run and completed the lap in just over 13 minutes. So, my treadmill practice did pay off beating my last time by a minute and a half! That was much better, since there is a limit to how fast one can run/trot in ballet boots! The main principle is not exactly how fast one can run, but the endurance to maintain a constant speed, with a little extra burst at times for passing, and that last dash to the finish line. By the 5th day, I was able to break the 13 minute barrier by ten seconds! I found it difficult to believe that anyone spent more time practicing than we did! At Mistress Ann's urging, I did "DO" the three boys twice, on the first night, and the last night. Those boy's never had it so good, nor so often in their life! PART 2 TRAVEL TIME When we arrived back home, Ann had the carpenter return and he crated up the pony cart parts ready for shipment to Manilla in the Philippines. That was my first clue as to where the race was being held. I continued training on the treadmill at a little faster speed, and resistance from the brake device. I practiced up to the time we packed everything up to fly out that Saturday early in the morning. Our first flight was to Oahu, the Hawaiian islands. We arrived at the airport, and local time was 11 am. We rented a car so we could do some sight seeing. We visited several of the typical tourist sights, with Pearl Harbor the most reverent place. We spent several hours at Pearl Harbor, and the Battleship Arizona memorial. Then on Monday morning, we flew out to Australia, where we changed planes to Manilla, and arrived there late that light. We stayed over night in Manilla, then on Tuesday morning, we took a taxi to a ship docking area. By that time I was at a loss as to where we going! The taxi pulled up close to a gang plank that lead onto a boat. That boat was hard to describe. It was about one third the size of a typical ocean liner, old and rusty. They were still loading up freight into a hold when we boarded the ship. There was a desk on the main deck where we registered, and got our cabin assignment. While we were "checking in", another couple came aboard. They introduced themselves as Jane and Jack, and noticed me wearing my ballet boots. Jane asked "You must be one of the pony girls that will be in the race!" Ann responded, "Yes, she will be, along with me as the cart driver." Jane said, "Well since we are somewhat fetishes, we though this would be a little different from visiting Europe and their many S&M clubs that we normally would attend." Ann told her that we would be taking a walk around the deck each morning to keep me in shape for the race. She thought that would be a nice time for them to see me in my full fetish race gear. A porter that looked like more of an maintenance engineer, with greasy hands carried the luggage into our cabin. This cabin had a surprising large two rooms, more like a suite with a balcony out over looking the water. He mentioned, there is only one other suite like it, and it was across the hall! All the other cabins were much smaller, which we were able to visit several of them during our "voyage". He told us that the ship was half passenger space and the other half was for freight. We settled in to our suite, unpacked our gear, and took a walk around the ship passenger area to acquaint our selves with the ship. As we were returning back to the suite, Jane and Jack were entering their suite across from ours! Ann nodded her head and said, "Looks like we will be neighbors for this trip. A minute, later, we heard a knock at the door and Ann spoke up, "Come in" A rather distinguished short and pudgy elderly man came in and introduced him self as "Captain Horace." As captain of the ship, he wanted to get to know his "First Class" passengers better, he told us. Then he handed us an itinerary, telling us this would be our destinations. Tuesday: from Manilla, to Puerto Princes, Island of Palawan. Arriving. Thursday noon. Thursday: from Palawan to, General Santos island of Mindanao arrive 11 AM, Friday Friday: General Santos, to Catarman island of Ormac arrive Saturday 4 PM Saturday: Ormac to Tagbilaran island of Bohol, arrive Sunday 12 noon, the ship leaves 8 PM Note, we stay on Ormac for a week to run the race. Sunday: leave for Ormac 8 PM for Roxas, island of Panay Monday: leave Roxas at 6 Am, Tuesday, arrive in Manilla 8 AM Captain Horace, told us that this schedule was a typical week of travel around the Philippine islands picking up, and dropping off passengers, and freight, then picking up freight, like local produce and handicrafts that were made on each island. The same route was followed each week! Therefor, if we arrived on Sunday, we would be picked up the next Sunday. Captain Horace looked me up and down, and asked Ann if I was the pony girl. "Yes", she admitted. "What else is she known for," He asked. Ann spoke up and said, "She has many talents besides walking in those ballet boots, some sexual, and others...well not so sexual. He smiled, and replied, "I would like to sample her sexual talents if that is possible!" Ann did not miss a beat, and replied, "That would depend upon what you can offer us!" He thought about that remark for a minute, and said, I will get back to you on that!" Right after the captain left, Ann told me to get out my Pony Girl gear and "suit up" since it was still "relatively cool out on deck. Again, I put the entire gear on, except for the plume, and said, "I am ready!" Ann had changed clothes in to a nice sun dress, with a plunging neckline. "Not quit honey," she replied. It has been 29 days since your FMP, (Female Monthly Period), so I think during our voyage, this is the ideal time for you to suffer a little!" "Now, I have a little surprise for you!" She retrieved from her suitcase, a small box that looked similar to a box of tampons, but considerably larger. She told me that she had to buy 5000 of these to have them made special for us 'Special Girls" Then she added, I found four other Mistresses that make their submissive "Gurls" experience a FMP like you do. So, I was able to recover most of my investment by selling off 4000 of them. She opened the box and pulled out a tampon, removed the wrapper, and held it up. I gasped at the size of it, and said, "That is too big for me to get it in!" She said, "These are still smaller than any cock you have had the pleasure of receiving!" These are only 50% larger in diameter, and 50% longer!" To my eyes, I thought they were monstrous! She pulled out her chastity key, and unlocked the rear strap, and told me to go into the bathroom, where we can start the process. She brought a tube of K-Y from her suitcase and followed me into the bathroom. There was barely enough room for the both of us, but I found out later that our bathroom was large in comparison to the other state room toilets. She also had picked out a little packet of liquid soap from her suitcase. She open the tap until the water was quite warm, then filled the enema bag half way, added the soap, then fulled the bag to the brim. She remarked, that is only 2 quarts! She had me bend over the toilet bowl, holding onto the toilet rim, lubed up the tampon, and then wiped the excess off of her finger into my hole. Then she gently pressed the tip of the tampon into my behind, then pushed the plunger in releasing the tampon into my "Girly Pussy". Then she drained the air out of the enema nozzle, inserted it partially into my ass. She released the valve and let enough soapy water in me to soften the tampon which allowed the nozzle to slide up in me with ease. Then she released the valve a little allowing the water to slowly trickle into me. Within three minutes I heard the gurgling as the last of the water entered my ass. She removed the nozzle, set the bag down, and using her fingers, pulled on the string to straighten it out. Then holding the end of the string she threaded the string through the hole in the back of my chastity belt. Then she snapped the belt shut. I was really feeling full and bloated , and knew the cramps would start soon. We walked up one flight of stairs to the main deck or "promenade" in ocean liner jargon. We started to slowly walk around the deck and saw several more couples come aboard, then there were several single men, and several single women also. We later learned from the captain that there were fifty cabins on this ship, and that they were accommodating 70 passengers on this voyage. We made several turns around the deck, and then met Jane and Jack our cabin neighbors walking toward us. Jane was the first to comment on my sexy costume. Ann said that this was not a costume, but the regulation Pony Girl dress code! Jack was saying, " That is definitely a fetish out fit if there ever was one!" I love the way you look, and I trust that all the pony girls in the race will look as outstanding as you!" I thanked them for their praise, and told them that all the pony girls would be wearing almost the same outfit as I. He responded, "With bare breast too?" "Yes", I replied, Jane spoke up and asked "What about those nipple rings?" "And nipple ring as well!" I responded. Jane stated, "Oh, those are so sexy, do they hurt?" "No, not now, but they hurt like hell when the piercing needle was forced through them!" I replied. At about that moment, I had a cramp attack, and moaned a little, and rubbed my stomach. Jane asked, "Are you getting sea sick?" Ann spoke up, and said, "No, not sea sick, we have not left port yet!" "She is experiencing her "Monthly" now. Ann said, "That is such a shame, I do hope she will be able to enjoy the cruise." Ann retorted, "I am sure she will, she just started, but after her flooding, she usually has very little cramping!" Jack said "That is the bane of womanhood!" Ann looked at me and just smiled, knowing full well that I was suffering the cramps from the enema, not "bleeding"! Manilla, to Puerto Princes, Island of Palawan. At that time I noticed that they were releasing some of the docking ropes, next, I heard and felt the engines rev up and the boat picking up speed. We were off on another adventure! By that time Ann said, you have retained that soapy enema for almost an hour now, lets see if that has cleaned you out now. We went down to our stateroom, where Ann allowed me to expel the oversized tampon and the soapy solution. Then she gave me permission the lay down and rest for a few minutes, then she would repeat the process again. "But without the soap, but something extra to "relax" me." She said. I was getting a little tired walking that deck, but even tied up to the dock, the boat still rocked back an fourth a little which challenged my ability to walk smoothly. After an hour rest for the both of us, it was time to "dress" and head down to the restaurant for dinner. Ann changed into a more formal dress, and put on heels. She then pulled out a white lace wrap for me to wear. I looked into the vanity mirror to see how I looked, but my breasts and nipple rings still were pretty much visible through the open mesh of the lace material. She tied the matching lace belt around my waist, which accented my bust even more! Then she said, "It is time for your period! She opened up another tampon, spread more K-Y on it, then inserted it up my bottom. Then she filled the bag almost full, then left the bathroom where I was standing, went into the state room, and returned a few seconds later, with the bag bulging. Ann demanded, "Bend over again, hold on to the toilet bowl rim. She continue the insertion of the enema nozzle and released the clamp just as before. I was bloated again, and rubbed my tummy, when Ann said, "Now don't go complaining about the bloating, it will dissipated soon." My response was, "But then I will start cramping!" she replied, "Don't be such a wuss, all girls have to suffer during their time of the month!" Again, she had me bend over, and pulled lightly on the tampon string to straighten it out and making it plainly visible if I were to bend over. Then she handed me a bright red Mini skirt that barely covered my ass cheeks. "Now, put this on!" she ordered me. I may have been dressed, but I still felt naked! The last thing she aid to me was,"Don't order any alcoholic drinks!" "You are retaining your quota in your enema....Vodka!" We had to go down two flights of stairs to reach the level where the dining room was located. Believe me, when I say that going down two flights of stairs while wearing ballet boots with a two quart enema retained with a tampon is no "piece of cake!" We entered the room, and the Maitre D', escorted us to the captains table where Jane and Jack were already seated. The table seated six, and I noticed a very attractive young girl sitting across from the Captain. I was wondering who she was, when Captain Horace, introduced her as Ruby, a very close friend and companion! I thought that one good night with her would be his end! But then again, one hour with me and my hot mouth and tongue would also be his undoing! We all chatted while we were being served a four course meal. Starting with soup, then salad, and a plate with beef steak, and baked potato, ending with a desert of flan. Ann told me to eat only half of the steak, no potato, and the salad. But no Flan either! She told me, "You must stay on your diet, we are too close to race day to "screw" everything up by your over eating!" We chatted a while after dinner, then the Captain, and Ruby left. Jack and Jane invited us to their room for an after dinner drink, but Ann begged off and asked for a "rain check" since she was tired from the day's activity. I too was not needing any more liquor since I was "high as a kite" from the vodka enema. By that time, I was feeling the effects of the vodka to the point that I was giggling and my head was spinning. That night, Ann had me expel the tampon and solution, then inserted another oversized tampon deep up in me, but only added enough water to soften the tampon. The next morning, I dressed in my Pony Girl gear with the bridle reins draped over each shoulder hanging down my back, but the reins did not drag on the deck. Since the tampon she had put in me the night before was still firmly in place, Ann just added the 2 + quart enema. I really felt bloated, but Ann told me that girls have to suffer during their FMP, "So suck it up and endure!" she said. Lastly, she made sure the tampon string was fully exposed dangling down between my butt cheeks. Lastly, she handed a pink mini skirt the same length as the day before...that Barely covered my ass cheeks. She added pink silk ribbon bows on to my wrists, making me look like a fagot! Then she told me to sit at the vanity and do a complete make-up in a very bold look. I applied my foundation, topped off with a light dusting of powder, my eyelids were coated with a light blue eye shadow. My eyes outlined in a black eyeliner, eye lids and under the lids. I added a dark pink rouge on my cheeks, mascara on the lashes, and a set of false medium length eyelashes. I looked like a tramp, a whore, and a bimbo! Ann inspected my work, and responded, " That is perfect, everyone will know that you are not only "easy", but ready for sex!" Ann slipped on a yellow sundress, again with a deep plunging neck line, showing lots of cleavage! We went down the two flights of stairs to the restaurant, that was now converted to a buffet line, and we both got a glass of orange juice, and one slice of dry toast. While we sat at a table eating and drinking, several people came by our table to get a closer look, but they were too shy to make any comments about us. Then, it was back up one flight of stairs to the promenade deck and many laps around the deck. There was a nice breeze that morning, and my mini skirt was so short that it did not block the wind from blowing between my legs. Even though the breeze was a little humid from the ocean, it still had a cooling effect on my now damp string dangling between my ass cheeks. The evaporation of the wet string caused the string to cool down even more, so as I walked around the deck, that cold string was a constant reminder as it brushed between my legs! I felt so embarrassed feeling that cold string rubbing my legs. Of course, every chance that Ann had, she told everyone we met, that I was "on my period!" First, there was a couple that approached us coming the other way around the deck. They stopped us, and asked why I was wearing the strange costume. Ann responded,"We are going to Ormac to run in a Pony Girl race!" "This is the regulation dress code for the race." The lady responded asking "Why is she walking so strangely?" Ann's response, "Those ballet boots requires that she takes small steps while walking which causes her to glide along in a flowing motion." That and because it is her "Time of the Month!" Her period, and the chastity belt she is wearing just seems to make her walk a little funny too" The lady spoke up and said, "Chastity Belt?" Ann Reached down and pulled up the front of my skirt, and exposed my belt. The lady gasped, "That must be very uncomfortable." I spoke up and said, "Not at all, it was custom made and fits like a glove!" Then Ann grabbed my shoulders, turned me around, and told me to bend over. I did as instructed, and Ann pulled up my skirt exposing the back of my chastity belt. The lady gasped a little and said, "I can see the string from her tampon dangling out between her legs, and through the hole in her belt!" "Why the hole in the belt strap?" Ann explained, "That is to allow the butt plug with pony tail to hang out while she is running the race. The lady was visibly shocked saying, "Butt plug, pony tail, chastity belt, ballet shoes, my god, she has to run a race like that?" "How does she do it?" Ann spoke up and said, "With lots and lots of practice!" He asked, "Can we attend the race?" Ann replied, "Yes it costs $200 US dollars each to watch all the races over a three day period. Plus, you will need to get a hotel room for those four nights. The gentleman, said, "That is not a lot to pay to see a spectacle as wild and fetish as it sounds.... and she looks!" He added, "We will get back to you on that!" A few minutes, and half a lap around the deck, A well dressed man approached us and asked, "Why is your daughter wearing that strange outfit?" Ann snapped back, this young girl is not my daughter, she is my companion, and lover!" "Oh I see, you both are lesbians" he retorted. "No," she shot back, "We are not gay, Bi maybe , well yes bi, but we are not what you think we are!" He replied, "And what do you think I think you are." "I don't know what you think we are, but that is not important, what is important, is that we are respectful ladies, albeit, dressed a little wild!" I could tell, he was dressed in tailor made shoes, pants, and shirt, that must have been expensive. I think Ann noticed that too, and Ann probably thought the same since she changed her attitude a little. Ann told him, Sorry, we just got off on the "wrong foot", about your comment that Heather was my daughter, by the way, I am Mistress Ann" "Obviously, I am not old enough to be her mother!" He replied, "Mistress Ann I could tell that, but was trying to be polite, while wanting to chat with both of you, and my name is Ben." "I am pleased to meet both you Mistress Ann, and your lovely Pony Girl, Heather." "Please tell my why Heather here is dressed in such a fetish, and provocative manner?" Ann ordered me to, "light up"! I opened my purse, took a cigarette and lighter, and with a very dramatic move, lit my cigarette. Then, I took a long drag on the cigarette, inhaled deeply, and then turned my head over my shoulder. I blew a fine wisp of smoke over my shoulder, as I held, my hand at hip level in a very "gay" limp wrist-ed way with the cigarette daintily between my fingers! Ann told him all about the Pony Races. And he said that sounds like some "Kinky" fun. Ann responded, "For us, it is more than fun, we intend to win the race and the $25,000 prize money. He looked at his watch, and said, It is lunch time maybe we should head down to the restaurant, and I will buy you and your slut here drinks. Ann replied, "Sounds like an interesting plan to me, and Heather is such a slut!" Ann winked her eye at me! Again, the restaurant was set up in cafeteria style, we went through the line, and both of us took a salad and packet of two crackers each. Ben had a hamburger and fries. Ben then motioned the waiter over to out table and order a Martini for himself, then asked Ann and I what we wanted to drink. I replied, "Water"' Ann ordered an extra dry martini for herself. We chatted for a while about the boat, the people on the boat, and a little about ourselves. Then Ann asked point blank "Why did you want to talk to us, and be honest, we both are uninhibited, and not easily shocked!" Also, Heather is not a prostitute or whore, but she can be a slut at times. "She does like a big cock in her mouth, and loves the feeling of it enlarge until it goes deep into her throat!" "You do have a big cock, don't you?" He started to show a little surprise in his expression, but recovered nicely and with a smile said, "I love getting a "Blow Job", and my cock is rather big, so I have been told," As he shifted around on his seat. I realized that he was repositioning his cock in his pants, to hide the bulge. Ann said, "Then what will it be, in your room, or ours?" "In my room with just Heather and me!" Ann shot back, "No way, either I am present or you don't get your "Blow Job". "I will not allow Heather to visit another mans room by herself. She could end up getting raped!" I thought to myself, "raped", how could the willing be raped? He responded, then lets make it in your room then, lets say about ten tonight. "Then it is a date", "Don't be late or you will miss the best BJ you will ever get!" Ann replied. We had dinner that night in the restaurant, again at the Captains table, but without Ruby. In her place was a single gentleman, that reeked of money, with diamond rings on five of his fingers, a diamond stick pin in his tie, and a gold Rolex watch encrusted with diamonds. A little bit of an over kill with the diamonds I thought. But, he was in interesting conversationalist I though. It was nine fifteen when we finished dinner, and got back to our state room. Ann told me to go into the bathroom, expel the tampon and enema solution. "It is time to change your tampon!" she said. I obeyed immediately, and returned a few minutes later feeling a little better, but knew that would not last. Ann remarked, that it was getting close to ten o'clock, and we needed to get it over with ASAP. She had me take my clothes off, except my boots, then gave me a bright red half cup bra to put on which allowed my nipple rings to show. She got out a matching red panty girdle, and put it on the bed. Then told me to lie face down on the bed. She went into the bathroom and mixed up the enema solution with the bag only ? full, and a pitcher with about the same amount of water in it. She then came out to her suitcase, removed the bottle of vodka and added 6-7 ounces to the bag. She went through the procedure of letting the air out of the nozzle, inserting it into my rectum, then open the valve to soften the tampon. Then she opened the valve about half way and drained most of the bag into me. Then she picked up the pitcher, and poured that into the bag, and drained that into me. Now, she said, "You have three quarts in you!" I really felt bursting full, bloated and knew the cramps would soon follow. Ann told me,"Pull that panty girdle up to your crotch, tuck yourself, then pull the panty girdle up all the way." "Now, that should keep your penis tucked away, and make it almost impossible for him to discover that you are not a real girl!" Five minutes later, at 9:58, There was a knock on the door, Ann went over and opened the door and let Ben in. He was carrying a bottle of Dewar's scotch, three glasses, and a bucket of ice. He saw me lying on the bed, but now I was face up. I eased myself off of the bed, and greeted him with a big hug, then took both of his hands, and pulled him over to the side of the bed turned him with his back to the bed. I had just enough room between the bed and the wall to drop to my knees. I looked up into Ben's face, with a big sly look on my face, grinned and said, "Now what do you have for me?" I slid down his pants zipper, then he pushed my hand away, reached into his fly, and brought out his cock, and let it flop down in front of his pants. I heard Ann gasp, and I was pleased to see, he had not lied. His cock was not the biggest I had ever seen, but it was much more than average size, flaccid. With my tongue, I lifted his cock up until it slid into my mouth a little, then massaged my tongue along his shaft and rubbed it in and out so the ball on my piercing was tickling his shaft. "Oh my God", I thought his cock was growing bigger by the second until it touched the back of my throat. I tried to swallow and push my head deeper on to his cock, but it hit the back of my throat and became so hard, it would not bend down into my throat. I pulled back until his cock was only half way out, then drove my mouth as hard and fast as possible. His cock hit the back of my throat, then bent just enough to enter down my throat. Ben let out a gasp as my nose hit his crotch and my chin was pushing his balls back farther between his legs. I heard him gasp, and he moaned, "She is a natural born cock sucker." "I have never had anyone take it all the way down like she just did!" I held my head there until I was red in the face from lack of air, then pulled back enough to fill my lunges full of oxygen. I took several more lungs full of air, then sucked his cock back into my mouth, but not far enough to cause a gag reflex. I held my mouth and lips tight onto his cock., while I again rubbed my tongue along the length of his cock real fast. Then I felt him breath a little faster, so I renewed my efforts by sucking real hard while I bobbed my head up and down feeling his cock slide in and out of my mouth. Within a few strokes in and out, I could feel his cock was about to explode, so I wiggled my tongue against his shaft. I was able to time my movements so that when I felt his cock start to erupt, I drove my head back down onto his cock until it pushed into my throat, and squeezed my lips tight against the base of his cock. Three second later, he shot his first load down my throat! I immediately pulled back far enough to catch his second spurt of cum into my mouth. I held my head in the same position, tasting his cum, while he shot several more spurts into my mouth. I sensed he was ready to shoot his last spurt into my mouth, so I pulled back until I just had the head of his cock into my mouth I felt I could not hold more of his cum in my mouth, and sure enough, his last spurt of cum dribbled down my chin, as he pulled out of my mouth! He just fell back onto the bed a laid there for several minutes regaining his breath and composer. Then he finally said something in barely a whisper. "My God, she is fantastic, that was the most mind blowing orgasm I have ever had!" Ann spoke up and said "I told you so!" He got up, picked up his bottle of scotch, unscrewed the cap, poured out half a glass, and started to lift it to his lips, and realized he was about to commit a serious error of poor judgment, and offered a glass to Ann. She nodded her head, and said, "Just three fingers, please!" he poured and handed the glass to Ann, then offered me a glass. I was about to refuse when Ann said, "No, she is retaining 7 ounces of vodka already!" He asked, "Retaining?" she said "Yes, in the enema I gave her just before you came in!" Why an enema, he asked. Ann being very discreet, responded, "You don't want to know!" "Well", Ben confided, "Does it have anything to do with her gender?" Ann shot back, "What do you mean, her gender?" "Mistress Ann, I am not a total idiot, I suspected that Heather is not what she appears to be," He responded. "I suspected that she was a he from her voice inflections, and mannerisms within a few minutes of meeting her!" Ann said, "You are a man of keen observations." "Then, why is she retaining a vodka enema?" Ben asked. Ann explained, "Heather wants to be a girl so bad, that I thought she should experience the less glamorous side of being a Girl, and experience a Female Monthly Period!" "Besides, Heather thinks that during her period she feels more like a girl!" She has an oversized tampon in her male pussy, and the enema causes bloating, and cramping, similar to a real girls period!"! "It is also a way of humiliating her ....I love to humiliate my "girls" in public!" That was an understatement, I thought, she has developed many ways of humiliating me! By this time, I was really beginning to feel the effects of the vodka, first was my speech was beginning to slur a little. Then I began to feel very "fuzzy", and disoriented. Ben asked Ann, "Are you in the mood for a little pleasure tonight also?" Ann retorted, "No, I don't want sloppy seconds!" " Give it, your cock, a day or two, then I will consider that a possibility!" "You do seem to have a knack or technique for sexual exploits, and the size of your male member is very enticing, but not tonight!" As Ben was leaving, he said, "I will see you on the promenade deck each day, as you walk around, just tell me when you are in the mood!" "What If "I" get in the mood," I asked. Ben responded, "What mood is that, giving me another "Blow Job", or wanting anal sex?" "Either," I responded "But I really need to feel like a woman, and annal sex also does that for me!" He responded, Well , we will see, if you are as good at annal sex as you are at oral sex, that would be terrific!" Palawan to, General Santos island of Mindanao The next morning, Ann got me up, dressed me in my pony girl outfit, administered another tampon and enema (with out the vodka), and led the way up to the promenade deck where we started walking again. Several couples stopped us to ask, why was I wearing that fetish gear on the boat, She told them I needed to stay in practice for the Pony Girl races. Then she had to go into detail about the races. Most of them just shook their heads while walking away! We also met several couples that were attending the race as spectators. They all seemed to be very open with their sexuality, asking if we would like to make a threesome, or foursome! Ann always answered, "Which one of us are you interested in, to make the threesome?" And they all answered, "Your Pony Girl!" A little later, a single middle aged lady stopped us and wanted to know why was I dressed like a pony. Ann explained about the race, while I was suffering a "bout" of extreme cramping. When Ann finished her explanation, the lady spoke up and said, "What is wrong with your Pony Girl, she seems to be very fidgety, and uncomfortable?" Ann responded, "She is suffering her FMP!" The lady asked, "What is an FMP?" Ann replied, "A Female Monthly Period!" Really, that is a shame, but at her age, she should be used to that by now,!" "Well, I made her wear an oversized tampon on this cruise. Her reply was, "Oversized tampon?" Ann responded, "Yes, but I did not bring one with me, but you can see the extra long string that came with it!" She just replied "Really". Ann told me to bend over, and she lifted my short, short mini skirt, and tugged on my string and said, "Look at how long it is!" The lady looked at my ass for a very long minute, then replied, "That tampon is not in her vagina!!!" Ann spoke up and said, "She does not have a vagina!" The lady was very surprised at that remark, and asked, "What does she have!" Then a second later she said "OH," she is a he!" "Right" Ann responded, "But Heather really is transgendered." "Oh," was all she could say. They chatted a little more, then the lady mentioned, that she noticed my nipples and septum were pierced. She told us that she once had a lover with pierced nipples. Ann caught that remake, as did I, and asked "Lover?"Yes the lady responded, "My female lover, so now you know I am a lesbian" She then asked "What other piercings does she have," Ann nodded to me like I should answer that question. I spoke up, and said, " Besides my nipples and septum, and my obvious belly button dangle jewelry, I have my male member, and my tongue pierced! "Your tongue, too" she asked. Ann told me to show her my tongue. I opened my mouth so she could she my tongue piercing. "Oh, My God, what is that good for?" she asked. Ann spoke up and told her, "It was fantastic for giving both male and female oral sexual pleasure. "And I really enjoy receiving that attention on my clitoris, the results are mind shattering!" Ann added. The lady thought about that and asked, "Is Heather available some afternoon,?" "Available for what?" Ann asked. "To show me what that feels like, It has been so long since I had a mind bending orgasm!" she responded. Ann replied, she could be available this afternoon, when the temperature gets too hot to walk the deck." "But, I must be there to watch and make sure that Heather is not abused.." Ann stated. "I may be a little dominate, but I am not a sadist!" The lady replied. Ann responded, "Well I am a sadist, Bi, and a dominate too!" "Give me your cabin number, and we will join you at, say three PM?" They both agreed to the time, and finally, the lady told us her name was Sharon. That afternoon, after a meager lunch, we knocked on her door, and she opened the door wearing a flimsy baby doll night gown, and nothing else! Ann had brought the bottle of scotch that Ben had left in our room, and we sat for few minutes sipping the scotch, until every one especially Sharon was relaxed. Then I asked her to lay down on the bed, and relax. I lifted the hem of her gown, up a little, so that her pubic area was exposed. I smiled as I saw that her pubic hair was shaved off. I slowly rubbed her groin, and slowly moved down between her legs. It took a little while to relax and spread her legs, but I was in no hurry to rush her since I wanted this experience to be very pleasurable for her. She finally relaxed enough to spread her legs just right for me to reach her "pussy" with my tongue. As I slowly, stroked her slit with my tongue, she started to relax more, and spread her legs a little wider. Finally, she relaxed all the way and splayed her legs wide open! I was finally able to get to her clitoris, and then I slowly stroked my tongue up against her "clit" After about 5 minutes, she was completely relaxed, and started to moan and pushed her Venus Mound up onto my stroking tongue I would wait a second, then stroke my tongue up, while she pushed up and against my tongue. By this time I could tell she was "on the verge" of an orgasm, I saw out of the corner of my eye that that Ann had her hand up her skirt and had her eyes closed and her body was jerking! So, I sped up my tongue lashing to where I was flicking the ball of my piercing very fast up and down. That movement took only 2 minutes before she stiffened up, pushed her twat up into my mouth and screamed, "I'm cumming! Yes, yes, do me more! Faster, faster, then let out a ear shattering scream. I was afraid that her neighbors would get alarmed at the noise, but they must have been out on the deck. I moved back off of the bed, stood up, and heard her say, "That was the best orgasm I have ever had, fantastic, wild, mind blowing... Yes, all of that too!" Ann stood up, and asked if I would like to leave now, and expel my tampon. I knew that as just an excuse to get rid of me, but I felt that Ann needed to enjoy her self too. Two hours later, Just before dinner, Ann opened the door to our room, and wobbled in saying, "I am dead tired, Sharon also has a very hot tongue!" And she kept me cumming again and again, I lost count of how many times I reached an orgasm! She laid down on the bed, and fell asleep. I decided that now was my turn to get a decent meal. I went down to the restaurant, and joined Jack and Jane at the Captains table. I ate every thing that the waiter served me, then felt guilty at stuffing myself! General Santos, to Catarman island of Ormac On this Thursday, we were still docked at the harbor of General Santos, we had breakfast early, since Ann went to bed early after her evening with the lesbian Sharon. Again, before leaving our stateroom, Ann inserted the oversize tampon into my male "pussy," and administered a 2 quart enema as usual. Dressed in my full Pony Girl regalia, we went up on the promenade deck for my daily exercise. Again, we had several couples stop and ask us why I was dressed in such and outlandish costume, and Ann always told them all about the race. Then Jack and Jane approached us and wanted to know if we were in the mood to join them in their cabin that evening! Ann leaned closer to me, and t