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THE TRAINING OF SLUT HEATHER AS A PONY GIRL CHAPTER 4 As we were about to enter our cabin, Jack and Jane was right behind us. Jack asked Ann if we still had a date for that night. I had completely forgotten about our date with them that night, but Ann retorted,"Not on your life," "I was about to go into our cabin, and change into something more appropriate!" Jack spoke up and said, "then hurry, cause we are in the mood for some hot sex!" I looked at Jane with a quizzical look on my face, and she just said, "You too honey, I can't wait to ravish that young body of yours!" Wait a minute," Ann replied, "Heather is not exactly what she appears to be!" "You see, she has a penis!"Ann added. Jane responded, "You mean she has the face and titties like a girl, but down there she has a cock?" "Yes," and added, "she is transgendered!" Jane responded, " I may be bisexual, but I have never done it with a boy/girl, that may be very exotic, and very "Kinky," she added. Ann said, "Give us ten minutes for me to change out of this gown, and for Heather to remove her chastity belt, this is no time for her to be "locked up!" We both changed into baby doll PJ's, mine was white and Ann's was black. I sill had my ballet boots on and Ann was wearing a studded collar. Five minutes later we crossed the hall, and entered their cabin. Jack had already poured four glasses of Bonded Kentucky Bourbon, and handed both of us our glasses. I was a little shocked to see Jane totally naked, with a crotch harness on, and sporting an eight inch long dildo snapped to it! Jack was also naked with a 12 inch "hard on" stroking it. Now this couple was kinky, and ready! Ann told me to go back to our cabin, expel that tampon, and return quickly! I think she was getting hot thinking about that foot long member waiting for her! I returned in less than five minutes, and they all had consumed their Bourbon. So I gulped down mine in one long swallow, almost choked on it, and felt it burn all the way down. Jack grabbed Ann's hand and exited across the hall pulling Ann behind him. Jane, retrieved a tube of K-Y, greased up her dildo, and said, "Get your virgin ass over here , on your knees, ass up in the air, cause I am going to take your cherry!" I kept my mouth shut since I lost my anal virginity a long time ago! Now, Jane was no amateur at raping a willing, tight ass. She wiggled on her knees, on the bed, and aimed the head of the dildo at my male pussy, and gently slid it in me about two inches, and I moaned with anticipated pleasure, as I suspected she was an expert at what she was about to do! Slowly, she slide that monster deep into my back side, held it deep I me, then she slowly eased it back out, only to ease it back in me again. Each stroke in and out was a little faster, until it felt so erotic that my cock grew hard. I guess not taking those female hormones for the past 6 months had lost their effect on me, and I had regained my male sex drive. Jane had proved to me she was adept at fucking a "almost" virgin ass! She knew exactly when to stop pumping in and out to prevent me from reaching an orgasm. Only to reenter me, and ease it back in to the hilt. Then pumped it back in and out again until I was on the verge of "getting off". She kept that action up for over 15 minute, then reached both of her hands under my chest, grabbed my breast, and massaged them. I was back on the brink of an orgasm, and I think she sensed it. She grabbed both of my sensitive pierced nipple between her thumb and fingers, and gave them a very hard pinch, then pulled real hard on them stretching them out over an inch! That was the last straw, I shot a massive load of cum all over the bed sheet, and I thought I would never stop, since it was so long since I had had an orgasm! As Jane pulled out of me, I just rolled over, and laid there exhausted. Jane removed the harness and dildo from her waist and crotch, smiled at me, and said,"Now its my turn to enjoy an orgasm!" She laid down on the bed, spread her legs and said, "Now eat me!" I crawled on to the bed, between her legs, lifted my head, and stuck out my tongue. She screamed when she realized that my tongue was pierced. She exclaimed, "Yes, use that pierced tongue, and "eat me" until I scream with pleasure! I plunged my tongue deep onto her vagina, and she pushed her ass up and down fucking my tongue in and out while I held my head steady. I think she got tired, because she stopped pumping up and down, so I moved my tongue up a little, and started massaging the tip of my piercing against her clitoris. She started moaning again, then whispered, "Yes, yes, faster, faster!" I started to "flick" my tongue against her clit, until she moaned louder. I kept up that tongue action for about three minutes, then she started moaning louder. Another minute later, she started breathing deeper and faster. Then she tensed up lifted her ass pushing her pubic area hard against my mouth, and let out a loud scream, "Aaargggue" At the same time, her whole body shook and spasm-ed. This lasted at least for 2 full minutes, before she relaxed, and slumped her body down onto the bed! She laid there for 3 full minutes, before she said anything. Then she said, "That was the best orgasm that I have had for at least 5 years, you are a terrific at cunt lapping!" She then asked me to get her another drink of Bourbon. I poured each of us another half a glass, and handed it to her, and sat back down on the armless chair. Jane gulped down the drink in two short gulps, and said, "Let me know when you are ready to fuck me!" I thought that this wild, kinky, lady was almost a nymphomaniac! It had been over a year since I had enjoyed fucking a tight pussy! I sipped my drink wondering if I could get it up again yet tonight. She got up, went to the bathroom, and returned with a big butt plug, and the K-Y, and said, "This should revitalized you", as she squirted a dollop of the lubricant, and smooth it all over the plug. She walked over to my chair, and told me to put my knees on the chair seat. I turned around facing the back rest, leaned over the back of the chair, and lifted my ass up and toward her. It was a large size plug, and I was afraid it would be very painful going in. But, after the ass reaming she had given me earlier, it slid deep into me with only a noticeable mild pain. My cock sprang up hard, and I was surprised that I was so sensitive anally. Then she took me by the hand and led me over to the bed, laid down, took my hand and pulled me down on top of her body. I was able to squirm around until I felt the head of my cock slip into her pussy, It was well lubricated with my saliva, and slipped in easily, I buried it in as deep as it would go, then she grabbed my ass cheeks held me with my cock buried "Balls deep" into her. She told me, "Hold still, and let me do the work. I just gave a little pressure against her body, and I felt her holding her breath, then I felt her internal cunt muscles restrict against my penis for about ten second, then relax she was able to continue squeezing my cock and relaxing every ten seconds. I knew I could not last much longer and pulled out a bit, and drove my penis into her in time with her squeezing against my cock. I felt that I was in heaven, and did not want the action to end. But, she was so good using her inner muscles, that I finally "Shot my load."! Ormac to Tagbilaran island of Bohol The next day, we knew this would be our last night on board the ship, until after the race then we would board the ship on the next Sunday to return to Manilla. Upon arising from the bed, Ann told be to do my make up a little bold this morning, since we would be departing the ship a little later. She wanted to make a good "first impression" on the other members of the Pony Girl race staff. Then she said, let me make this your last FMP, and then you can expel it before we leave the ship!" She only added one and a half quarts in me, and I did not feel too bloated with that "medium" amount of volume in me! As usual, we went up on the promenade deck and took our usual stroll around the deck in the cool of the morning. We heard an announcement over the loud speaker "Due to unfavorable currents, we will arrive one hour late!" Sorry for the inconvenience!" As we did our normal walk, Captain Horace approached us and asked, "Since we are running a little late, maybe I can get that "Blow Job," you promised me. Ann looked at him a little distastefully, said, "If Heather still feels like it!" I really did not want to do it, at that moment, but felt a "promise is a promise". "Where shall we go," Ann asked, "To our suite?" The captain responded, "Oh, no, in the "Wheel House", where we steer and navigate the the ship! "When we entered the Wheel House, I noticed a man (the navigator) with a sextant in his hand "shooting" the sun. Then he made some calculations, and marked on a map our exact location. Then told the Helmsman to make a correction. I also noticed another crewman sitting against the back wall watching a CRT screen, and realized he must be the radar man. Another man was watching out the front of the Wheel House where there was a semi circle of windows half way around the room, and thought that he must be the "First Mate"! That made a crew of four men, all of which would be able to watch as I performed! Ann said, "Lets get this over with!" Captain Horace turned facing away from the crew, while Ann assisted me down to my knees! I suspected that the Captain did not want the crew to see the inadequate size of his cock, as he pulled it from his uniform pants! I felt that this would not take long, even with the crew watching. I guess this was the Captain's way of showing his prominence and power to the crew! I immediately slurped his cock into my mouth and knew I was correct in assuming he was "under sized" in the manhood department! It did swell up and elongate a little, but did not come close to the back of my mouth. I rubbed, then tickled his shaft with my tongue, then bobbed my head in and out sliding my lips along his shaft. Sure enough, he "exploded" his "wad" into my mouth in less than 2 minutes! I licked my lips as if he had filled my mouth, just to help impress his crew. Captain Horace let out a heavy sigh, and muttered , "What a great mouth she has, that was terrific, no, fabulous," as he zipped up his fly. Ann took me by my hand, and said, "Lets get out of here" and we heard the whole crew clapping as we left. Ann told me that she had agreed to that because one never knows when one might need a favor above and beyond the accepted "rules of order" and that we would be back to complete the trip to Manilla! We went back out on the deck, and continued our walk. Again, we met several couples, and singles that wanted to know why I was wearing ballet boots! PART 3 THE PONY GIRL RACE Just before 1 PM, the boat docked at Bohol on the island of Tagbilaran. Just after the gangplank was let down and in place, Ann motioned to a group of 4 men that were obviously Porters, standing on the pier, She motioned them on board, and told them our cabin number. One did speak English, she told him to take all of our luggage to the Princes Hotel. Then come back, and wait for the crate with the pony cart in it to be removed from the hold, and take it to the Hotel Horse Barn. At least 25 passengers exited the boat with their luggage, so the porters were quite busy earning their tips. We checked into the hotel and learned that the race track was only two blocks away, the horse barn was very close to track. The "Club House" and bar was half way between the race track and the hotel. All pretty much centrally located. There was a note at the front desk notifying Ann that most of the staff members were having lunch in the club house. Ann decided that we should change clothes and join them. Again, she put on a sun dress, with a plunging neck line, high heels, and lots of jewelry. The ladies spent the rest of the afternoon eating lunch, and drinking! Later that afternoon, Ann located a mechanic to reassemble the pony cart. Monday morning, we went out to the track, and I was dressed in my complete "Pony Girl" outfit except the plume. We entered the Horse Barn, and asked if was alright to make a few practice laps around the track. I guess it was the track manager that told us that was alright, but the track had not been "raked" yet, so it was still packed hard. Ann thought that it was still better than nothing. We found the pony cart in one of the stalls, and I was surprised to see a placard with the name "Heather" over the door to the stall. I looked around, and the names of all of the participants entered into the race had similar placards. Ann "hooked" my cuffed wrists up to the side shafts. I pulled on to the track that was rather hard, since it looked like it was made from volcanic ash and black volcanic sand. It was as hard as cement, but was not slippery. I made one lap around the track at a slow pace to get the feel of the track. Then rested for fifteen minutes, when Ann said lets run at a race speed! I disagreed with her since I had been looking around the area while resting, and noticed there were several other Pony Girls suiting up, by this time. Also, in the stands were at least 25 spectators watching. We were not sure how many "spectators" were race participants. So I mentioned to Ann, "Lets not tip our hand and show them a "full speed" lap. "Lets just keep it at a medium speed which should be enough to get me back in shape for the race tomorrow. Ann agreed with me. That morning, we were able to run around the track and rest five times! The heat became oppressive, so Ann said that she was ready to have lunch. She unhooked me from the cart, parked the cart back into the stall with my name on it. By this time, it was getting very hot, and I was sweating profusely! We walked back to the hotel, as we entered the lobby, the desk clerk waved at us and motioned for us to come over to the desk. He handed a typed sheet of paper with some race information and some rules on it. Ann looked it over, and nodded her head a few times agreeing with it and several times, shaking her head in disagreement. She handed it to me so I could read it. RULES FOR PONY GIRL RACE 1.All participants must be GG (Genetic Girls) or pre-op TG's, /TS's. 2.All must have a minimum of "B" cup developed breasts, implants are acceptable 3.Both breasts must have pierced nipples with rings or bars displayed. 4.During the race, each participant must wear a bit in the mouth with reins for guiding. 5.All Pony Girls must wear a steel chastity belt at all times in the facilities. Chastity belt for girls must have provision for inserting a dildo in front. The chastity belt for TG's must have provision for inserting a dildo in the rear. The chastity belt must have provision to allow a pony tail to extend through the back of the belt. Each pony girl must wear a leather chest harness that exposes unfettered breasts. (Topless) We must wear leather gloves, and wrist cuffs to attach wrists to the cart side poles . This is for the safety of the drivers! The pony cart size must be standard race track regulation. Dimensions on attached page. Each participant must be available from 8 PM to 10 PM in the barn for visitors and gamblers to scrutinize each pony girl, driver, and their cart. Participants must be available for posing for the camera, or video in any non lewd pose! All Pony Girls must sleep in their stalls the night before the race! (Cots and sleeping bags will be provided). No sexual activity will be allowed in the barn at any time! Authors note: I rather liked item # 15, because I would not have to perform oral at any time we were in the barn! NOTE: The facilities includes the race track, assembly area adjacent to the track, the Club House, and the Hotel, restaurant and bar. FOR THE RACES: Tuesday and Wednesday will be Handicapped Races. SEE EXPLAINATION! Thursday will be the featured race for prize money. First Prize, money increased to $50,000. All races will start at 9:00 AM local time. This is due to the afternoon high heat and humidity for this location. There will be a cocktail party in the Club House, Monday night at 6 PM for all registered participants. EXPLANATION: The races are considered as handicapped since each participant will be required to accept several items, or procedures that could handicap their performance! Ann reviewed the additional requirements, especially the over night requirements. Ann asked, "Would you like for me to spend the nights before the races down there with you." "I am sure I can get another cot set up beside you." I replied, "No that is not necessary, I know, you will not sleep nearly as good down there as you would in the hotel in a regular bed!" "Besides, it could be very noisy down there in the barn!" "Actually, I'm a little tired from the morning laps we took, and I feel I will be able to sleep quite well!" I said "Then that is settled!" Ann said. "I will see you first thing each morning." I was still wringing wet with sweat, so we went up to our room, where I took off the chest and head harness, skirt and knit top and hung them up to dry. Using the plastic wrap, I covered my boots, and took a long hot shower. We went down to the Hotel Restaurant, and had a light lunch. While eating, we saw many race participants sitting around the dinning room. They were rather obvious, since they were wearing ballet boots, or were female "drivers" dressed in black wide brim hats, gloves, 1920's style riding outfits, and were carrying a crop! We also saw several of the ships passengers that were here to watch the race. After lunch, we went back up to our room and rested until late that afternoon. Ann dressed in her usual sun dress, with plunging neckline and a considerable amount of cleavage showing. I dressed again in a short, short mini skirt, and see through nylon blouse with the upper half of the blouse unbuttoned, and bra less! We took a pass around the bar and restaurant, but did not see anyone we knew. Then walked the one block to the "Club House" to attend the cocktail party. Ann allowed me to have one Tom Collins, and then said that I would have to drink diet beverages for the remainder of the cocktail party. We met several of the passengers from the boat, and watched as Amazonia and Roberto came in. I noticed that Amazonia did not "glide" across the floor like most of us "Pony Girls", but had a rather "wobbly" time of walking! This was the first time I ever saw her wear clothes, but all she had on was a mini skirt that allowed the head of her cock to show just under the hem of her skirt. She was proudly showing her magnificent "DD" breasts jutting straight out high on her chest! All 6'-6" of her frame was exposed in a very proud look about her. Of course, she stood almost 6'- 11 tall in her ballet boots." She must have "oiled" her body since she had a black glistening body that was rippling with leg, thigh, arm, and chest muscles which she carried proudly....except that she was shaky while walking! I am sure she got propositioned many times that night! A little later, we saw Helga, the little German girl from the east coast of the U.S. arrive, and she seemed to just glide across the floor with her head held high! Following close behind was Luigi, owner of the Boot and Harness shop. That is where I got my measurements for my ballet boots and chastity belt. Ann and I hugged Helga, but ignored Luigi, as much as possible. I realized that Ann shared my distaste of Luigi, due to his harsh treatment of Helga as his "whipping girl". A little later, in walked Lady Victoria, and her submissive Gina, from back home. Gina was wearing ballet boots, and a knee length skirt and no top showing her lovely "D" size breasts with large 14 gauge, two inch diameter gold nipple rings! She also had one a half inch wide solid metal collar, gold plated, around her neck. On each side of the collar were riveted two inch diameter rings dangling close to her shoulders. Ann spoke up and asked what the rings were for. Lady "V" replied to attach her wrists to, while I punish her! I know that Ann was curious about her "punishment", but remembering how sadistically she had thrashed Gina senselessly. And, with a six foot bull whip in our basement! Ann thought she should wait for a more private time to ask. By 8 PM, we went to the horse Barn where we met many of the other Pony Girls and some of the more obviously "boys" with breasts! All in all that night, there were 14 of use ready to suite up for the "Handicap" race the next day. A little later, we saw a camera man video taping each stall and their occupants. When he got to our stall, Ann asked him why was he taking a video of us. He replied, "This is for the gamblers to view each of the participants, so they can judge who has the best chance of winning." "Then he explained, "This video will be sent out world wide over satellite later tonight. Ann asked, "Why did the planning committee allow you to do this?" He responded, "We have over 500 viewing "Gamblers" signed up at $150 each to watch these nightly broadcasts, that is $75,000, of which one third is added to the prize money!" "That is where the first prize purse of $50,000 came from!" He must have spent the entire 2 hours taping us "Pony Girls". At each stall, he would "shoot" the occupants and the cart, then asked each one of us Pony Girls to walk out of the stall and pose for the camera. He had me demonstrate how I could walk out of the stall, then posed me side ways so that my profile showed my "C+" size breast with the nipple rings showing. Next, he had me raise my right leg, with knee bent to show my knee in front of my left leg, and my boot behind that left leg with my right leg parallel to the floor! I was able to hold that pose for only 30 seconds when I lost my balance, and had to placed that raised leg back down! During the next morning, while we all were being prepared for the "Handicap" race, they posted the results of the betting from the World Wide Gamblers. The results were: Amazonia 8 to 1 Favorite Helga10 to 1 Gina 12 to 1 3 other girls 15 to one Heather 18 to 1 the remainder, 30-1 To say the least, I was a little surprised that I was seventh in the list, but Ann was mad, because I was not in the top three. I also noticed that other than Amazonia, the remaining six of us had custom made, light weight carts. And drivers of less than 120 pounds! These gamblers knew what to look for! I considered the results, and felt that Amazonia was grossly over rated, since I had watched her walk, and felt that she had not spent nearly as much time training as I had. Next, she had a regular old "Horse" cart that must have weighed at least 100 pounds. Then, Roberto was over 190 pounds at least. Even with those massive rippling muscles, in her chest, legs, and arms, I felt that we had a better than average chance of beating her. I thought that my closest competitor was Helga! The next morning, as we all got our racing gear on, I noticed that Amazonia had a "modified" chastity belt on. Instead of a tube or "pouch" to retain her "male" member into the front strap of the belt, she had a hole almost 2" in diameter That allowed her massive cock to hang out. Actually, her cock stood straight out because Roberto had given her Viagra that morning! This caused a bit of confusion since one of the female drivers registered a compliant with the race committee. Her objection was that this was a "Pony 'girl' Race" and all Ponies should look like girls! Therefore, a male cock should not be displayed! Unfortunately, the race committee voted not to sanction Amazonia. No reason was given. But I believed that she gave a certain "sexual"deviance to the race! That morning, I replaced my black knee high boots with the thigh high red ballet boots, donned the chest harness, then the head harness and the bridle with reins attached. Ann then attached the matching red plume on my head strap. Mistress Ann did my make up in very bold colors, very long false eyelashes, deep blue eye shadow, black eyeliner, top and bottom lids, cherry rouge on my cheeks, and black eye brows that curved up high on to my forehead! She stood back and exclaimed, "You look so sexy, and hot, with all of that fetish gear on makes you look just like a "slutty" pony girl should look!" "Almost good enough to eat!" she added. The "Handicap" was administered by the Race Planning Staff, which meant that each of those seven women, had to prepare three "Pony Girls" before the start of the race. This was done by first attaching Ping Pong ball sized lead balls to our nipple rings/bars attached to short lengths of light weight chains that were adjusted so that the balls would swing and strike the underside of our breasts! What made this so devilishly wicked was that the balls had a dozen needle points sticking out about one quarter of an inch. The weight on our nipples alone was a little distracting. while every little movement would cause the balls to "pin prick" under our breasts. The next wicked procedure was an enema held in by a pump up butt plug! We were all bent over benches in a long row. There was a series of long bamboo poles stretched along our back sides about three feet above our asses. The volume of the enema was calculated by a chart depending on the Pony Girls weight, and height. The smallest girls of less than 90 pounds had to retain one and a half quarts, then 90-100 pounds took 1.75 Quarts. I was weighed in at 109 pounds, so I had to retain two quarts. To me that was a piece of cake since Ann had made me retain up to 3 quarts during my FMP! The chart went up to 170 pounds and over with the largest volume being 3 quarts! They hung the bags up on the "bamboo curtain rods", drained the air out of the tube, inserted the enema nozzle into us, and left it that way until every one was "Nozzled up" Then two of the Committee Members went from each end toward the middle opening the "shut off" valve. The seven women spaced themselves out along the line, and as soon as each bag was empty, they removed the nozzle, and inserted the butt plug, and squeezed the rubber bulb at least 5 times, until each one of us groaned and shook our asses from the pressure of the expanding plug. Fortunately, we were lined up in the order we were assigned to for the start of the race. The order was established by the earliest entry date. I was fourth, since the first three were those Pony Girls that were living closet to the chairman of the group, and could "Hand" carry them to registrar of the race. Now, all we had to do was turn left, and walk in a single file to the start line. On my practice laps the day before, I had taken careful look at the track. At the starting line, their was room for about 15 carts side by side. The track started to narrow down after the first 50 feet, then continue to "neck" down until coming out of the first turn. The track at that point was wide enough to accommodate five of the "custom" carts, or four if one was a full sized horse cart! Ann and I had discussed the starting strategy to ensure that we would not get boxed in behind other slower carts. As soon as the gun sounded, I would go all out with speed, to race for the the first turn, then if their was a single line ahead, I would hold my position. In the third turn I would pick up the speed enough to pass all but the leader. Then, coming out of the last turn, I would "sprint" to the finish line, and hope to endure until I took the lead! I noticed many of the Pony Girls were "dancing back and fourth on their toes trying to expel their enema. But, naturally, the blown up butt plug prevented that. I heard the Starter yell "READY," "SET," "GO", and the gun went off in unison. I jumped off as fast as possible without losing my balance. Before we reached the 100 foot post, We had narrowed down to 2 carts leading, and another two carts third and fourth place and me in a single file behind them. The balls with the needles were driving me mad, and there was droplets of blood oozing down my stomach from under my breats! But I was able to set my mind to ignore the pain! The only other distraction was the rubber bulb attached to my butt plug that was slapping back and forth against my thighs. As we headed into the first turn, I was able to pass the first two carts in front of me. But, Amazonia was leading the race by two cart lengths. I was now in fourth place, exactly as I wanted to be. Half way down the back stretch, Amazonia was leading by six cart lengths, then just before the third turn, Amazonia stumbled, then recovered, and stumbled again. I suspected that she was running out of steam, and her toes were becoming numb! Just into the third turn, she tripped, and stopped to keep from falling down. All this time Roberto was lashing her back side with a 6 foot long bull whip! Then she slowly walked to the outside of the track and was barely moving. I passed her going into the third turn, I was now in third place! I was able to increased my speed a little, swung out around the second place cart, and by the time we were in the "short chute", I had passed that cart, which put me close behind the leader. I was ready to start my sprint to the finish line when the leader "ran out of steam" also, and slowed down significantly. My intense training was paying off! While into the fourth turn, I was able to look over my shoulder and see Amazonia still stopped before the third turn, and had sat down on the track. I also saw that there was about five carts in a single file heading into the "short chute" before the fourth turn. Then the leader slowed down noticeably, so I was able to pass the leader without speeding up. I kept that speed up until the finish line was 200 feet ahead, I looked back and saw the closest pony cart still 20 feet behind me and loosing ground! So, I slowed down too, not wanting anyone to know I still had some dash left in me. During the race, all of the pony girls looked about the same from behind, and it was difficult while pulling the cart to turn my head to look back over my shoulders while at full speed. I was afraid of loosing my balance, and tripping during the race! After I passed the finish line, I was able to turn the cart around, and watch the others cross the finish line. Gina placed second, and a girl named Gloria finished third she was one of the three girls rated as 15 to 1. I think that Helga was either fourth or fifth. As soon as each girl completed the race, they all went into the "prep area, their drivers jumped out of the cart, and released the clips from the side poles which allowed them to back up the fence. Their drivers then open the valve to the "pump-up" butt plugs, and I saw large streams of brown water squirt several feet through the fence! Ann released my wrist cuffs, then told me to pull the cart into the horse barn, then go into the bathroom and relieve myself. When I came out, I realized that most of the "girls" were heading out to the Club House, and Ann was waiting for me. We headed to the club house where Ann said "The drinks are on the winner, Heather!" Then she laid down two one hundred dollar bills and said "That should cover the cost of the drinks and still leave a nice tip for you bartenders!" Finally, I was able to sit down, and relax. Many of the "girls" came over and asked, "How were you able to hold that water in for so long?" Others asked, "Why didn't that enema effect you?" I just smiled and said, "That was part of my "monthly" training! Almost all of the "girls" asked me to explain, and I told them about my FMP. Every one of the "Boys", told me not to tell their Mistresses since they knew they would have to suffer the same fate!We talked and drank until dinner time. We all seemed to share many of the same training experiences, and questions about why we where wearing ballet boots all of the time! We all developed quite a camaraderie, sharing our experiences. Helga was one of the last girls to join us, and she stood next to our table for a long time , when finally Ann asked her why was she still standing. She lowered her head and admitted that Luigi had given her a very sound canning for not winning the race! I felt so sorry for her and asked a bartender if he could get us a pillow to sit on. Within three minutes, he returned with one. I pulled up an empty chair, laid down the pillow, and motioned for Helga to sit. She slowly lowered her behind down, and moaned a little then a sigh of relief to be able to sit down! I asked Helga what happened to her, I told he that I thought she should have won the race. She admitted that she had been "boxed" in from the start, and could not pass anyone until the back stretch! Helga and I spent the rest of the afternoon chatting, and learning deep secrets about each other. One secret that she shared with me was that she thought that she might be a lesbian! I was aware of that, she had mentioned that to me at the wild party that we both had attended back in the big city, over a year ago. Just before we all left the bar, the large TV screen above the bar started showing the race. The race was shown each hour on the hour since their were gamblers all over the world. After a meager dinner that evening, we all had to go to the Horse Barn for the "Showing" and movie taping of us participants. Amazonia had dropped out of this next "Handicap" race, but was still listed in the "Featured Race." One girl that had missed the first race due to travel problems replaced Amazonia. So the were still 14 of us Pony Girls in the second "Handicap Race!" That night we all spent a rather quiet night sleeping . Due in part since we all were tired from the first days race, and I think in part since we all had a little too much to drink in the Club House bar! When we awoke the next morning, We noticed that the betting odds had been posted on the TV monitor in the barn. Gloria 7 to 1 Gina 9 to 1 Heather10 to 1 Helga11 to 1 3 other girls 15 to one the remainder, 30-1 The first thing we all noticed that next morning was the starting line assignments had been reversed! I was now forth from the "outside" of the starting line and those that were on the outside were now on the inside! While waiting in the "Prep Area", just outside the horse barn, we learned that our "Handicap" for this race was having to wear a wasp waisted corset of kidskin leather, with very rigid boning. The corset came up to just under our breasts, and was laced tight enough for each Pony Girl to lose six inches off of our "normal" waist measurement. These corsets were custom made by "B and R" creations of California. I remember that Ann had to send in my body measurements to the Planning Committee eight weeks before the race! They had six extra corsets made in case there was "last minute" entrants! The committee members came down the line of "Pony Girls" and measured our bare waist. Then we were "laced up", until we had reached the mandatory six inches of compression. To get the waist down to the required six inches, the lacing also compressed the chest by an inch or so! Not only did the corset reduce our waist, but also made breathing most difficult! Next we had to wear what I can only describe was a "neck corset" made of heavy latex. The boning in the neck part prevented us from turning our head, and also being able to look down. The design came up to cover our chins, and just to a point below or lower lip. The neck corset prevented us from seeing our breasts, and especially our toes! There was not one Pony Girl that had slouched shoulders. And we all were forced to "Stand Tall" and stare straight ahead! The last part of out outfit was the "Pony Tail butt plug. While the plug was not too big, the tail was a reminder that we were human "Ponies" having to feel that tail brush against out thighs as we walked/ran! When we all were corseted, plugged,and ready, we were led out to the starting line. Just walking that short distance strained our ability to breath. When we were all lined up in that reverse order, the "Starter" yelled again, "READY," "SET," "GO", and the gun went off in unison. I was "out of the gate" in a good position, but just at the 100 foot post, one pony girl tried to pass me. I sped up a little to keep her from passing, when she pulled over before she had gotten past me, she ran her cart into me, causing me to stumble, and almost losing my balance! When I finally got my balance back and was able to regain some speed, I realized that I had lost at least five more places from the lead! By this time I was blocked from passing anyone, until coming out of the second turn. By then , the pony carts were stretching out in a single line along the back stretch. I wanted to pass as many as possible until I was in at lest in fifth place. But I did not want to go "all out" yet, and wear my self out, especially with the corset restricting my breathing! Now, for me, this was a "handicap"! I could see that I was in tenth place, and gaining a little with each step, by the time we got to the fourth turn, I was up to fifth place! I noticed that Ann was not "cracking" her whip over my head to signal, "speed up"! I think we were both aware that trying to win the race was almost impossible. So I held my position to the finish line. Again that was the strategy to not reveal that we were much better and faster than our finishing position would indicate. The finishing was posted on the TV monitor: First place, Gloria second place,Helga third placeSusan one of the 15-1 entrants We all lined up back at the "Prep Area", the neck and waist corsets were removed, and given to us as a memento of our race experience! Frankly, I did not want to ever wear those diabolical corsets again! As we did the day before, we went to the Club House for relaxation, and some cool beverages. I noticed that there was less drinking, but comradeship was not lacking. On this afternoon, the group started to leave by 2 Pm, and by three PM , there were only a hand full of us left. Ann took me by the hand, and led me up to our room to take a shower. Then, I took a nap while Ann went out to see what the odds were for the next "Feature Race". That evening we went back to the Horse Barn, to get ready for the evening festivities with the TV camera man, and all of the gamblers, and celebrities that had gathered for the final event. I wore my red mini skirt, and a red see through blouse. I had my make up done in a very slut fashion as Ann had ordered me, my hair was done up piled high on my head, with a rhinestone tiara comb on my head. I had put on that diamond navel jewelery that I had received as a gift from a gentleman friend. I thought that I looked like a slutty, "Pony Girl" should look! As we entered the Horse Barn, I notice that the horse stalls were almost full as 12 new girls that had signed up for the "Featured Race" only had taken their place in the barn. We were in our stall and watching the filming on the TV screen when I heard a familiar voice from my past. I looked around and realized it was Charles, the diamond broker! I had met him at the same party that Helga attended back east in the big city. I was so shocked, that I forgot to introduce him to Ann. He turned and looked at Ann, I immediately introduced him to Ann as my cart driver, and Mistress. As Charles was always a gentleman form Europe, he bowed slightly, and took Ann's hand and kissed the back of it with a little flair. Within a few minutes, I could tell that Ann was enjoying his attentions. After Charles had paid his respects to Ann, he noticed that I was wearing the navel jewelery that he had given me. He asked how did I like it and I told him, " I love it dearly, and wore it at every formal event that I attended!" At that time the TV camera man came to our stall, and asked me to walk out slowly into the center of the barn, and give his audience a real sexy pose. I did as he requested, Except, I opened my purse, took out my pack of cigarettes, took one out retrieved my lighter. While walking out to the center of the barn, I light up, and when I stopped as he requested, I turned my right shoulder toward the camera. Then I took a long draw on the cigarette, inhaled with my mouth opened like sucking cock, then blew a thin stream of smoke over my right shoulder, towards the camera. While exhaling, I lowered my hand with the cigarette between my fingers and held it next to my hip in a "Gay, limp wrist way ! The camera man loved it saying that was very slutty! Charles ask Ann, "Does she always act like a slut posing for a camera?" Ann responded, "Yes she does, since she is a slut!" The they both laughed at her remark. The cameraman continued filming each stall for the "OFF" track gamblers to size up each of the Pony girls, Drivers, and carts. Charles explained that he had heard about this pony girl race just two weeks ago in a sports bar in Amsterdam, and had a hard time getting airplane reservations. The bad weather had delayed several flights, which kept him grounded for several days. He had to change planes six times, and spent several nights sleeping in airports! Ann asked him why he wanted to attend this race so bad? He said that he had visited a club for gamblers, and saw our name on the participants list. He figured that their would be only one girl named Heather, crazy enough to enter a race like this! "Besides," he added, I knew a race like this had to be a major fetish event, with both "BOYS" and girls competing! Ann asked Charles if he would escort her over to the "Club House" or sports bar as it would be referred to back home, to place her bet on the race. He took her hand, and escorted her out the barn door. They were gone for rather long time...at least an hour, when they returned hand in hand like old friends...or more like old lovers! Ann told me that Charles was unable to get a room in the hotel, and since I had to stay in the barn overnight, she had offered to share our room with him! What took so long, she explained, was that he had moved his baggage up to her room. "But, we did not dally in the room...not yet anyway," She added! And then, she flashed me a big "shit eating" grin at me! A little later, the odds for the race were posted on the TV screen. Gloria 8 to 1 Gina 9 to 1 Susan10 to 1 Helga11 to 1 Amazonia12 to 1 Nell (a new entrant) 13 to 1 Heather and 2 other girls 15 to 1 the remainder, 30-1 I felt that Amazonia was again over rated, but some of the gamblers still thought she had a chance at winning even though her first race was such a dismal failure! That morning, while suiting up, the chairman of the race committee, announced that due to the large number of entrants, that the race would be increased to 2 laps instead of one!There was a very loud groan from all of the "Pony Girls." I even heard several drivers threaten to contest this ruling. Also, the same reason of the added contestants, that the track was not wide enough for all contestants to start off from the same line. Therefore, she announced, that two lines had been drawn across the track. The second 15 feet behind the first "Start/Finish line. On the first "Start/Finish" Line was those that had run the first race. The second line was the new entrants. The winner would be declared as the first to cross their respective "Start" line! This caused a slight delay in starting the race. All pony girls, drivers, and carts were put in two lines at the "Staging Area," in the order that they would start the race. While we were waiting to line up, Ann and I discussed the new strategy required to run a two lap race. I felt that I could "go the distance", but at a very reduced speed. But, I felt that it was still prudent to get out of the gate fast, to prevent getting "boxed" in and not able to get past the slower runners. When every one was in line, the "Starter", once again said, "READY," "SET," "GO", and the gun went off in unison. I realized that our strategy was similar to many of the other first row starters as there was mad dash to "get out in front. I immediately slowed down a little and felt that conserving strength and endurance was more important than being out near the front. There would be plenty of time to slowly pass other carts as they began to tire out. Going in to the first turn there were three carts wide, the next row was two carts wide, and the third row was two carts wide. I brought up the fourth row on the outside of a three cart row. By the time that we were half way down the backstretch, I had passed the next two rows of two carts each. I noticed by the time we reached the third turn, that the leaders had slowed down considerably, and had fallen into a single row coming out of the third turn. I fell into a pace that I thought I could remain at until the last finish line was close. It seems that as each pony girl ahead of this single line of closely packed ponies and carts slowed down, the rest of us would pass them. By the time we got to the original Start/Finish line, I was in forth place! I felt that I could keep up this slower pace for another full lap, so I backed down a little. I was surprised that no one passed us by the first turn, as we rounded the first turn, I was able to look back at the pack, and realized that there was only one cart close to me, then there was a large gap about 100 feet before the next group of about 20 carts were following behind, with Amazonia leading that group. I also realized that the cart right behind me was Helga! I saw that Amazonia had learned not to "charge" out to lead since she was not fit enough to make it once around the track, "in the lead" let alone a second lap. Going down the back stretch, I maintained this same speed along the back stretch, when Helga slowly passed me. I felt it prudent to hold back and not begin sprinting until after the fourth turn. Going into the third turn, two more of the lead ponies slowed down considerably to almost a walk, they had "shot their wad"! Helga passed them, then I passed them. Now, Helga, was second, and I was third. Through the forth turn, I realized that Helga had increased her speed until she puled out to the right of the lead cart and slowly passed her. I felt it was time to start my "sprint" to the finish line. I did not realize how tired I was because that "Sprint" took me over a hundred yards just to pass and keep close behind Helga. I felt that I was driving my feet and ballet boots as fast as I was now able. I finally pulled along side Helga, but not ahead of her, when Luigi really started to lash out with his bull whip, urging Helga to go faster. Every time he lashed her, she would stumble and lose a step to me. By the time we got 20 feet from the finish line Luigi really swung his whip hard and fast. But, I was still behind them by half a cart. It was then that Ann cracked her whip twice over my head, but I did not have any extra speed left in me. In fact, I felt like I was slowing down, It became a real effort for me to move one foot in front of the other! Luigi kept swinging his whip, and raising deep red welts on Helga's back! Just 5 feet from the finish line, Helga stumbled, and came to a complete stop! I passed, took four more steps, and crossed the finish line. I could hear Luigi's whip crack at least four more times while I was pulling off to the side of the track. Ann jumped out of the cart, ran back to Luigi, jerked the whip from his hand and chased him across the track and into the Horse Barn! I released my cuffs from the side poles, walked (I was too dead tired to run!), and lifted Helga's arm over my shoulder. And literally carried her off of the track. While assisting her off of the track, I told her that I thought that she "Threw the race" by stopping so suddenly! She smiled at me and said, "After he had beaten me so violently, I decided that he did not deserve to win the race!" She said, "So, I just stopped to let you win!" "Then I crossed the line behind you!" By the time we all got back into the Horse Barn, we all sat down on my cot, and felt exhausted. Helga was still sobbing from her whip thrashing that Luigi had given her. I thought that Helga had literally lost the race as she did not cross the finish line, but the judges ruled that she did cross the line for one second, then fell back just short of the line. We watched as the results were posted on the video screen: FINISH PONY/DRIVER 1st PlaceHeather/Ann 2nd PlaceHelga/ Luigi 3rd placeNell/Kathrine Apparently, the race committee had to review the video tape of the race to confirm the results. So, it was almost fifteen minutes before the final results were officially announced. By that time, a flat bed truck trailer was pulled out in front of the spectator stands. It was covered with colorful bunting, and the three of us were ushered onto the trailer. Each of us was presented with our "Medal" just like they do in the Olympics, I received the gold medallion, Helga, the silver, and Nell the third place bronze. We each were handed a bouquet of flowers, again just like the Olympics! The medals all came from the same casting pattern, and showed a Pony Girl pulling a cart with a driver. On the back, was engraved the finishing position (First, second, third), the race days Date, and the Location (Bohol, Philippine Island).The Race committee chairman then Announced, "This ends the "FIRST ANNAUAL PONY GIRL RACE". "Yes, this race was so successful, that we will do it again in a year or so, but at a different location!" AUTHOR'S NOTE: For those readers that enjoyed this story, and would like to read about "THE SECOND ANNUAL "PONY GIRL RACE", please drop me a note, and tell me to finish writing it! On our way back to the hotel, Ann had to stop at the "Club House". She went in , came out with a handful of cash in her hands. We all looked at her very questioningly, and she said, I knew that Heather was going to win, so I placed bets on her to "WIN," across all races! While I didn't win the one with those big odds, I came out pretty good". "Then I bet on Helga to "Place", in all three races! Again, 2 out of 3 "Places" was not bad! With those odds, I made out pretty good!" "I will admit, I did bet on several of the other Pony Girls, to "show", but they only came close!" We all chimed at the same time," "HOW MUCH!" "Lets see" she said, and started counting out the cash in her hand $22,000." she replied! Almost in unison, we all asked "How much did you bet?" She smiled, and said "$500 on each race and each person!" After the ceremony, Helga told me that she could not work for Luigi any longer, and did not want to see him ever again! Ann actually searched for Luigi, but never found him. That night we had dinner (that was the first full meal I had had in several months), with Helga and Charles in the hotel restaurant . I asked Ann what was to be done with Helga. Ann asked me, "What do you think we should do?" I sort of hung my head, and said , I would like to have her stay at your house, with me, Tom and you!" Ann thought about that, then said, "We... no, "I" need to talk to Tom about that!" But, we will take her home with us, and work out a plan that satisfies everyone." Ann told me to wear my ballet boots until we arrived home. That way, Helga and I would look like sisters, dressed the same!" But, first, I need to make arrangements to get her back to the "states". "And, I think Charles here could help us back to the "States"also." She said that with another "Shit eating grin" on her face. Ann checked with the front desk, and was able to get another room since many of the guest had checked out after the race. There was a little awkwardness over the sleeping arrangements. Ann asked Helga if she would like to share a room with Heather, or herself. Helga turned a little red in the face, and admitted, "I would enjoy sharing the room with you, Ann, but what I really would like, is to be with Heather in her room!" "Then, that is settled, for now, anyway!" She replied. Ann went out to the front desk, checked in at the Western Union Desk and sent a cable to: The Philippine registered ship The "Queen Ann" Atten: Captain Horace. Ormac Philippine island, and requested another cabin, preferably the suit across the passageway from our room. Then she went across the lobby, to the airline counter, and made flight arrangements for Helga and Charles back to the west coast. Ann returned from the counter, and said, "This is the time to call in that favor Captain Horace owes you, Heather! I agreed, but Charles had a quizzical look on his face, but then Helga asked, "You mean, did Heather give him a "Blow Job?" Ann replied in the affirmative. Helga continued saying, "I watched Heather do that to several men at the party back home that we both attended, and as I remember, Charles was their too!" Charles spoke up saying, "Yes I was at that party too, and Heather is much more than just an expert, she is just fantastic!" Ann looked at me with a smile, and said, "So that is why Charles gave you that navel jewelry!" I hung my head and confessed. Helga said, "They all sounded as if Heather was an expert at doing that,!"Ann spoke up and said, "She is and Tom taught her all the tricks!" lol The next morning Ann received confirmations from the ship and air flights. She also reserved a car for the remainder of our stay. To say the least, both Helga and I were dead tired from the two lap race we had just run, and needed to go up to our room and get a good nights rest! We both took a shower (together) but collapsed in bed and fell into a deep sleep until late the next morning. I ordered breakfast from "room service" and we had a nice private meal together! We spent Friday and Saturday, getting our gear together and packed our bags, Ann made arrangements for the cart to be crated and ready to ship back home. Then we took several tours around the island sight seeing. One sight we saw was the Chocolate Mountain. On Saturday evening, we found a nice quiet restaurant in town to have a romantic dinner, and shared several bottles of wine together. Again it was late when we returned to our hotel rooms, and sleep was utmost on our minds...at least for Helga and I. On Sunday morning, late, we finished packing our belongings, had the porters take them out to the pier. We had a leisure breakfast, and waited for the ship and Captain Horace to pick us up. LEAVE ORMAC FOR ROXAS, ISLAND OF OF PANAY GOING BACK HOME As usual, the ship was a little late arriving, but we did board the ship, and the porters carried our bags into the cabins. We all watched the crate with the cart being lowered into the hold. The porters had asked us which suitcases went where, and Ann told them that Charles and hers went into the suite 502, and mine went into 503. Then we settled in, unpacked the clothes we would be needing . Since Helga lost her clothes when Luigi left her, she was near enough my size that we could share my clothes. She looked so sexy and pert wearing my knit tops and short short mini skirts. Ann did tell Helga that the first thing they would do when we got home was to go to the mall and get her a complete new wardrobe. It was too hot on deck by that time to take our usual walk around the promenade deck, so we went down to the bar, and listened to the music, and shared a bottle (or two) of wine and chatted with the other passengers. That evening, Ann loaned one of her more formal dresses with the plunging neckline to Helga. But while it looked good on her, it just lacked a little "filling out" in the bust and hip department! We sat at the Captains table, with Ruby sitting across from the Captain. Ann and Charles sat side by side, and Helga and I across from them. Captain Horace asked if Helga was my sister, and I said, "No, but she may become my wife!" That shocked both Ruby and the Captain. Helga asked,"Is that a proposal?" If you are interested, yes!" I responded. We both dropped that subject for now, but I was not joking. After dinner, the band came out as the waiters were clearing the tables and moved them out of the way. Then the band started playing, the Captain and Ruby left, and Charles danced with Ann, then Helga, then asked me if I wanted to dance. I had to decline since I did not think I could dance while wearing my ballet boots. Charles replied, "But Helga can dance with her boots on!" I responded, "Yes, and she has been wearing those boots for more than five years now, I only have a year in them!" Soon after, we left the dinning room for the bar, and had a night cap. Ann and Charles went into their room, which left Helga and I alone in our room. We both sat down on the side of the bed, and I took Helga's hand in mine and asked, "What are you in the mood for tonight?" She replied, "I still remember, while at that party, you gave me oral that just drove me wild!" "I think that would be perfect for me tonight." Then she stood up, and undressed totally naked except for her boots. Her almost "C" size breasts were sticking up like begging me for my attention. I stripped as fast as I could, rolled over on top of her and started to scoot down between her legs. She grabbed me, pulled my up to her face, and gave me a romantic long kiss. We laid there for several minutes kissing, then she lightly pushed me down lower. I slide down to the bottom of the bed, spread her lovely legs, and buried my face into "Heaven". I started to stroke her slit with my tongue a few strokes, then buried my tongue in her sex. She started to moan from pleasure, so I increased my efforts by plunging deeper into her "pussy", wiggling it in and out, then found her clitoris, and flipping my tongue across that erect "Pleasure Spot", massaged the ball on my tongue against it, and felt her tense up, and moan louder, I repeated those movements again, while massaging her breasts, then lightly pinched both nipples, then lightly rolled them between my thumb and finger. I felt her stiffen up, sigh, then moaned louder, then her body started shaking, she grabbed my head, pressed it firmly onto her sex, and buck her hips up and down which drove my tongue in and out of her "pussy"! She laid on the bed trembling for at least two minutes before she finally pushed my head back, and let out a gasping sound. Then she kept saying, "yes", "Yes", "That was perfect!" She pulled me back up on top of her, gave me a long hot kiss, and pushed her tongue into my mouth. From force of habit, I tried to spread her legs a little and rubbed my cock against her groin. She started groaning, "NO", "NO" "Not yet" Please, NO!" Not on this rusty old ship!" I sat up on the end of the bed, with "Blue Balls", and asked why? She started crying telling me that I was a terrific lover, and she did want me "in that way", but did not want to loose her virginity, "yet". "Not tonight anyway" Of course, I asked , "When, then?" "I don't know," she replied, "Just not here on this rusty old boat!" The next morning, after breakfast, when we were alone, Ann asked how our night together was. I told her what happened. She said, You know that she has had a very big change in her life style. She is moving in with almost complete strangers, and does not know what the future might bring. Just wait until we get home, settled in, then we will arrange a romantic night for the both of you. Ann assured me that Helga did share my feeling for her, and would learn to enjoy intercourse, but that I should not rush her, and allow her to make the choice and time when to surrender to me. LEAVE ROXAS: ARRIVE IN MANILLA AT 8 AM Again,after dinner, the dance band came out and started playing. Charles danced with Ann first, then after several dances with Ann, came back and asked Helga to dance. I watched with awe as Helga glided across the dance floor pressed up tight against Charles, who was a like a professional dancer. This routine Charles followed next with Ann, then ended with Helga. We did not go down to the bar for a night cap, and I thought I sensed a slight change in Ann. When we got down to our suites, Ann took Helga by the hand, pulled her into her suite, and told us, "You two have fun tonight!" Well, we were not strangers, as we had "slept together" in the biblical way before. Charles told me to undress, get into bed, and get ready for the "ride" of my life! I knew that Charles was even better in bed than on the dance floor! He went to the bathroom, and came out a few minutes later, naked sporting a nice big "hard on". I asked him oral or anal? He responded, "anal, since I know you can "get me off" quickly, with your mouth!" I started to roll over onto my stomach, but Charles stopped me, got onto the bed, lifted my legs, and aimed for my "Boy Pussy" He must have lubricated his lovely cock while in the bathroom since it "slid in" rather easily causing me only a mild pain. But, that eased up within a minute, and I knew I was in heaven. Now, Charles was no "Minute Man" and I knew he could keep it up for a long time, and had better than average control over his "Orgasm". For at least ten minutes he kept that slow stroking in and out of my ass, then he began speeding up, ever so slowly. At the same time, I got the idea from Jane, the nymphomaniac, and I squeezed my anal muscle out, which loosened my sphincter muscle, then relaxed it. I heard Charles groan, and he told me to do that again. By another 5 minutes he was reaming my "Boy Pussy" like a steam engine piston! I could not keep squeezing my sphincter as fast as he was pumping in and out, but did do it as fast as I could. I could feel my cock was rock hard, and on the verge of exploding! It only took Charles another 30 seconds before he exploded deep up in me, and at that same instant I "shot my load"! Charles backed out of me, backed up to the nearest chair, and sat down with a loud "plop". He exclaimed, "you are almost as good anally, as orally...that was just, "fantastic!" After about ten minutes rest, Charles got up retrieved a condom, and started to roll in on. I stopped him saying, "No not a condom, I want to taste your sperm as it squirts into my mouth!" He went into the bathroom and came out drying his cock on a towel. Then he started to stroke his cock, again I stopped him. "No, I like to feel your cock grow in my mouth, until it touches the back of my throat!" "O.K., That sounds like fun to me!" He ambled over to the side of the bed, and I slipped my legs off over the side of the bed and pulled him close to me. While sitting on the side of the bed, his cock was in perfect position to fuck my mouth! I slurped his cock head into my mouth, tickled the head with my tongue for a few seconds, then drove my head down as far as it would go. As if by magic, his cock sprang almost hard, and filled my mouth. Then I pulled my head back, tickled his shaft with my tongue piercing, and slowly forced my head back down onto his cock. This time he was as hard and long as possible, and I had to swallow to prevent gagging! I kept that up for at least 5 minutes, and my mouth started to ache. I realized that I was getting a little tired, and thought I should renew my efforts to "get him off." Just then he pulled out of my mouth, and told me to roll over on my back, and position my head on the edge of the bed, with my head just hanging down off of the bed just a little. I squirmed around until I heard him say, "That is perfect!" He ordered me to "Open your mouth and take it like a girl, deep down your throat!" I obeyed his order, and felt his cock slowly ease into my mouth until it touched the back of my throat. I still had to swallow to prevent gagging, but his cock slipped into my throat with almost no obstruction. As long as I keep my gullet open, he could stroke it in and out until I had to swallow again. After a few strokes, I thought that I could squeeze my throat a little. That was the last straw, he pumped in and out of my mouth four more times, and moaned as his cum oozed out down my throat! Again, he backed up into the empty chair, sat down hard, and whispered, "Heather you did it again, better than the first time!" I told him that was his idea to position my head th