The past month has just flown by and it’s been the best month of my entire life. Both Trista and Brittney have moved into the spare bedroom and have made our lives so much more fun! I can’t begin to describe to you what three beautiful, sexy women can do to a man’s ego. The best part is that since all three of the gal’s are bi, Shelley wants to make love to the girls as much as I do! This means that there’s always one lovely in the wings eager to accept my lovemaking when the other two are busy with each other.

Trista is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever been with in my entire life. That is, until I look at Brittney! With both of them having such different types of bodies, it’s always an adventure with each one of them.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that I don’t love my baby, Shelley, more than ever. It just means that both of us have other, safe options to explore our sexuality.

It also means other options for me to explore in the ponygirl aspect, as well. Right now, I have a stable of four wonderful, very willing ponygirls all eager to please their master. Unfortunately, Brianna has dropped out of the ponygirl play because she has a new boyfriend now. He doesn’t quite approve of these endeavors with me and I respect that. She still comes by to work out with all of the girls and myself. She’s looking better and more muscular every single day, but no riding anymore.

Speaking of looking better and tighter, Betty is really starting to turn some men’s heads now. Her hips are more defined with a slimmer waist that’s easier for me to grip when mounted on her. Her legs have gotten very powerful with large thighs and calves to carry her master to new-found glory. She’s even lost some weight in her face which makes her look prettier.

We’ve all made very certain to include Betty into our love-making escapades and make sure not to have her jealous of the other girls. Hell, now she’s starting to get to be almost as sexy as the other gals! She’ll always be so special for me because she was my first ponygirl. I’ll love her for that forever. Believe it or not, Trista and she have become close friends now! Betty just needed to get over the jealousy and she’s accomplished that and more.

Tomorrow is another glorious show day at the ponygirl farm and I have my entire stable spending the night right here where I want them. We’ve just finished dinner with some great wine and it’s time to settle into the evening.

I look over to my baby, Shelley and give her a wink as I mouth out a big thank-you for the wonderful meal. The woman can cook in the bedroom, in pony-play, and in the kitchen. You know what they say; the way to keep a man happy is to keep his belly full and his balls empty! She does all that, and more. I slip over to her and give her a big kiss that sends goose bumps down my spine. Yumm, yumm, that’s my kind of desert!

“I’m going to play some with Betty now. I want her to feel special, sweetheart.” I whisper to her. “Why don’t you, Trista, and Brittney hang out on the couch?”

“OK sugar, but we get to watch. I love it when you please Betty. Show her your stuff, baby!”

I sidle on up to Betty and look into her pretty, brown eyes. “I’m going to start with you, sweetheart. You look so sexy tonight. Come here, my love,” as I lean over to kiss her. The full lips start to slightly suck on my mouth as I caress her inviting tongue with mine. What a delicious kiss I’m enjoying here! Sometimes it’s the sweet things that are really special to me. She pulls me down on top of her as we start to sizzle through our mouths. The hotness of our two bodies starts to take control over us. I reach down to unbutton her blouse and reveal those pretty breasts when I notice that I have lots of help here! Hands and mouths start coming at us from all directions as all three girls join into the fracas. I can see the sofa won’t be able to contain all of us so I pick Betty up and whisk her into the bedroom. The three beauties follow in literally, hot pursuit as I lay Betty onto the bed. Eight different hands start to pull off Betty’s shorts and panties as she starts heaving in hot breath after hot breath.

Trista and I both go in for some dining at the Y together. We work in perfect unison as both our tongues flick and lick on Betty’s cute little clit as she starts squealing with delight. She’s got Shelley and the bombshell, Brittney both working over each nipple with flawless perfection. They each take turns making out with her and each other as Betty starts moaning in orgasmic bliss. Yessir, this is a true Betty-party tonight as all of us go the extra mile to make this girl truly feel special.

The hot juices are flowing out of her swollen pussy when I strap on the raincoat and start spreading those aching lips apart. I’m on my knees with her straddling me as I slide it in and out of her womanhood for all I’m worth. Trista has grabbed me from behind and is helping me push into Betty. “That’s it baby, show her you love her! Fuck my girl good now, honey. Oh yes! Harder now! C’mon, you can do it!” She bites into the back of my neck like a Vampire taking her latest victim as she squeals her delight into my flesh. Yep, that’ll leave a mark tomorrow, oh well, can’t do nothing about it now. “Go baby, GO,” Trista wails out as Betty starts bucking for me. She’s taking everything I’ve got and more as she starts screaming out her pleasure. “Oh yes, give it to me baby! Please me more, my master. Oh yes, this is so fucking great!”

Brittney and Shelley are sucking and pinching Betty’s rock-hard nipples when all of a sudden she completely tenses up, starts shaking all over, and screams out loud for everything she’s worth. I can feel the hot juices squirt all over my groin and cock as her orgasm comes out in full throttle. I can’t contain myself anymore as my explosion rocks every aspect of my body. Trista feels it from both of us as she bites down even harder into my neck and then starts sucking her new-found wound. The hot little vixen knows she’s going to be next and get it hard after that little performance she just did on me. “You’re next, girl! You better be ready to get laid and get it but good!” I shout out to her. She responds by leaning over to kiss me and suck my lower lip hard to let me know she’s ready to be disciplined. SMACK, goes my hand on her sweet little ass as I give her the spanking she so richly deserves.

Just then, we hear the steady thump, thump, thump of the broomstick on the ceiling from the downstairs neighbors as they show us their disapproval of our antics. “Sorry, Bob and Carol,” we all voice out together in unison as we all fall over laughing about our latest transgressions together.

It’s another beautiful day out at the pony ranch. My girls look great and they’re rested and ready to go. They better be ready to go because I’ve got big plans for them today. Today is a rodeo-themed day and they’re entered into quite a few events. I’ve got Shelley scheduled for some afternoon playtime as well. Any event that’s after lunch is fair game for her after she’s performed her cooking duties.

It’s been a great morning so far with my girls doing good but not great. I must say watching the big wagon being pulled by twelve ponygirls in perfect tandem was quite impressive. I know they all worked hard each weekend for the last month to pull that spectacle off.

Everyone here was very happy to see our fetish brought out into the open thanks to Miss Sara Billingsly and her interview on the local TV station and on Sixty Minutes. It’s great to use our hobby for a good cause to help handicapped individuals. Many of the ponygirls have volunteered to help out with the Service Pony Association including my four sweeties. The SPA now has so many people helping that they don’t have anyone immediately (and legitimately) that wants ponygirl help. My girls were told by Sara that when someone comes along they’ll get in touch with them.

I asked Sara if she’d be interested in coming out today to see what we’re all about but she took a rain check on the invitation. Her schedule is pretty full right now, but she is interested. Wouldn’t I love to include that lovely in our fun! I got first dibs on her!

The next event should be fun. It’s the barrel racing event for two-legged riding. It’s pretty simple, start your ponygirl from a stop at the starter’s pistol, ride her like hell, go around three barrels, and the best time is the winner.

I’m sitting on top of the lovely Trista right now eagerly awaiting the gun. I’ll need to pace the girl because of her small size. Crack, goes the gun and CRACK, goes my whip on her fine little pooter. She takes off into her run as she approaches the first barrel. I hard-rein her around it and smack her again crisply with my whip. She’s running at her full speed and feels great underneath me. I know she’ll get winded quickly and rein her to slow down some. She responds to her bit like the good pony she is and moves it down a couple of notches. The second barrel comes up and I pull her bit as she turns sharply. Last barrel ahead as I hear her breathing hard now. Another turn that she takes a little wide and now it’s CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, with the whip continuously as my little pony moves along for all she’s worth. She crosses the finish line and then slows to a walk. “GREAT race, beautiful! Super effort, my love. You’re such a good pony,” I coo into her ear as I stroke her pretty hair with my hand. I move her along to the dismounting area and “whoa, pony, whoa girl,” as I pull back slightly on her reins.

After hopping off my sugar, I then hug her for a minute and give her kisses, telling her all the time how special she is.

The bullhorn announces her time as 55 seconds flat. That’s not bad but we both know it won’t win. That’s OK, because she came in first place in the pretty ponygirl competition this morning. When her hair is pinned up the way it is, she looks so lovely. It shows off her beautiful face and makes her look so sophisticated. I could ride her forever when she looks like this. I don’t even mind the bite mark on my neck that everyone has commented on. Of course, she can bite me anytime she wants!

Next up is my original love, Betty. I’m mounted on her with gleaming anticipation of a great run. CRACK, goes the starter pistol as my whip makes the same sound on her phat ass. We’re off and running towards the first barrel, a good hard rein and we’ve made the turn cleanly. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, goes my whip on her to get some more speed. Second barrel done, one more to go. I hard rein her around the third barrel and she cuts it too close. The barrel falls over, resulting in a ten-second penalty. I don’t even bother to whip her for the finish because we’re done.

“That’s OK, sweetheart. We’ll do better next time,” I whisper into her ear. “Whoa ponygirl, whoa,” as I pull on her reins to stop her. “Remember my love, it’s all for fun. You’re still my baby, always.” I then stroke the side of her head and lean over to give her a kiss.

Next up, my last chance, I’m sitting atop the lovely Brittney. The legs are glistening and going on, seemingly forever on this treasure. CRACK, goes my whip and the starter pistol in unison. “Hee yah pony, move on I say!” The first turn goes well with me cracking her with the whip right after it. Second turn coming up, I rein her sharply as my foot bumps the barrel but doesn’t knock it over. She’s moving on at almost full-speed for the third barrel which she takes like the pro that she is. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK goes my whip on her sweet ass as I urge my pony on to victory. We cross the finish line and I rein my girl in, “whoa sugar, great run, that’s the way to barrel race!”

The announcer shouts out the time, “40 seconds flat, we have a new leader. There’re only two more ponies to go; let’s see if that time holds up.”

It does and Brittney is the winner. I get on top of her and canter her around the ring for the victory lap. Any excuse I have to get aboard Brittney is a good one, but a first place makes it even sweeter. What a woman and pony I have here!

After some afternoon games, we’ll have the event I’ve been looking forward to: the bucking bronco competition. This one is going to be fun. We sit on top of the girls with them down on all fours. When the starter pistol goes off, so do they. They can buck and rear and turn all they want to try and throw us off within eight seconds. If we make the eight seconds, we get judged on our ride. If they throw us, the gals that do so the quickest get gift certificates to Victoria’s Secret. This is one event where we don’t work in unison at all. Believe me, these ponies want to dump us and do it quickly! We won’t have any reins or bits for the girls. Another quirk is that we can’t touch the girls with our hands at all. We can use the whip but that’s it. We ride them bareback with only stirrups, no saddle, for another kicker.

Betty is up first for me and the starter pistol goes off and so does she. She immediately rears straight up and whinnies out loud for everyone to hear. I’m squeezing with my legs to hold on and I crack her ass with my whip to pull her out of the rear. She comes down on all fours just so she can give me a mighty buck that almost unseats me. She feels this and starts bucking continuously for me to conquer. “Haw girl, haw. Show me what you’ve got,” I bellow out as she continues to buck. That was probably her mistake and the starter pistol cracks out to let me know I’ve gotten a full ride out of my steed. “Good girl, such a great ride,” I tell her. She snorts out her disapproval as we both get up.

After a minute of eager anticipation for me, the announcer gives us our mark. “85 points, Betty and rider.” Not bad I think, but beatable.

Next up for me is Trista. She’ll actually be harder to ride because she’s so much thinner than Betty. The pistol fires and Trista spins quickly to the right catching me by surprise. I try to stay aboard but I’ve lost my stirrup and off I go. My mount laughs at me while prancing around for everyone to see as she savors her victory.

“1.5 seconds” is the announcer’s time for my little filly’s dumping of her rider. Good job, Trista. I’m sure the other gals will be more than happy to help her spend her gift card at Victoria’s Secret. With a time like that, she’s definitely in the money.

After a few more entrants’ rides, I get to ride my baby, Shelley. I’m mounted on her tightly holding onto her torso when the gun sounds. She watched Trista and immediately spins to the left, but I dig my left thigh into her side and hang on while cracking her with my whip to help stop the turn. That doesn’t work so she then spins to my right with the same results. She then bucks hard but not hard enough as I hang onto my baby. Two more bucks and the pistol goes off, I’ve made my eight seconds. “Great ride master,” Trista quips, “but not as good as mine!”

“Full ride, rider scores an 86 on Shelley,” the announcer shouts out. Not bad, I’m in third place right now with about 12 more rides to go. It probably won’t hold up but it sure was fun.

My final ride is about to happen. I’m correct in that Shelley’s score wouldn’t hold up. We’re in sixth place now, out of contention with that score. I’ve got to ride my long-legged beauty for all I’m worth now.

I’m sitting on top of the goddess, Brittney, waiting for the gun. I’m going to try something a little different from my previous rides to enlist some spirit from my stunning filly. Crack, goes the pistol and CRACK goes my whip hard on her fine ass. She wasn’t quite expecting the sting of my crop and immediately hard bucks for me which is what I want. CRACK, goes my whip again just as her knees touch the ground and I get another big buck that I’m expecting and handle well. As the knees touch the ground I then pop her but good with my whip just underneath her armpit. She squeals out in pain as she comes up into her rear to try to get away from my whip. When she comes down, CRACK, goes my whip again in exactly the same place. This enlists another good rear from my angel that I’m completely ready for. When she comes down, I then kick her hard on her right thigh to spin her around. “Haw girl, try to throw me, you can’t and you know it!” My baby then bucks as hard as she can multiple times until the pistol sounds. I’ve got a clean ride and a good one, I know.

Brittney feels so good underneath me that I can’t pass up the opportunity to enjoy her just a little more. “Giddyup ponygirl,” I shout out and crack her hard with my whip. “Hee yah, girl, move on now,” I say! My mount whinnies out her surprise as she moves on as ordered. I then grab a hold of her beautiful, long mane of hair as she moves quickly ahead. I pull her hair to the right to turn her and she responds with a whinny of pain. “Get up now, girl,” and she receives another crack from my crop. She moves on as ordered as she heads out of the ring. “Whoa girl,” is my command as I pull her hair to stop her.

I’m still mounted waiting for our score. The announcer doesn’t disappoint me when he shouts out, “96 points, Brittney and rider, first place with six more riders to go!” Yes, good job Brittney but I’m not quite finished with my lovely. “Up Brittney, two legs, right now!” I then tap her underside with my crop. “Up now, I demand this!”

She first comes up into the rear position, then my lovely steps forward with her right leg as she pushes off to rise to her feet. It’s really tough to come up from the four-legged position to stand with a rider aboard but she handles it.

“Giddyup ponygirl,” I yell out and crack her fine ass sharply with my whip. I’m not fucking around here and she knows it. I want to canter my filly right now and I will not be denied my pleasure! “Hee yah, girl. Move on now! Your master demands this.” I start cracking my girl repeatedly with my whip as she moves off as ordered. I then pull her hair to the right to execute the turn out into the field and swat her again to move her along. “Giddy up ponygirl! C’mon, go faster I say! Haw, move along.”

I’m determined to take my mount to the limit as I continue to urge her on at a full canter. My tall, sexy pony can rest after I’ve had my fun on her! This is my moment now. I’ve got my baby into the spirit of things and obeying her master like a good pony should. “Giddy up ponygirl! MOVE, I say!” Brittney gets repeated whip slashes as she moves on to a full gallop for me. I’ve got my baby moving as fast as she can possibly go right now as I urge her on even more. I’m glued onto her waist and butt enjoying the feel of her beneath me. Her beautiful breasts are heaving up and down, to and fro, with each hot, steamy breath and step she takes.

After a spirited canter I can hear her start to labor. It’s almost time to announce the winner anyhow so I hard-pull her hair as I move my filly towards the barn. We canter inside as she starts to slow quickly, thinking we’re done. CRACK, goes my whip on her ass while she squeals out in pain. “Did I tell you to stop, pony? Move on until you’re ordered to whoa!”

I then canter her a couple of minutes inside the arena out of the way of the other contestants. She’s starting to really huff and puff now so I reluctantly give her the command of “whoa ponygirl,” as I pull on her beautiful hair to stop her.

Brittney halts dead in her tracks as she blows hard trying to catch her breath. I have no intention of dismounting my lovely and remain locked onto her waist enjoying my reign as king of this beauty.

“You’re going to get off, aren’t you,” Brittney asks? “Quiet ponygirl, you can’t speak even if you don’t have a bit in! I’ll dismount you when I’m good and ready to and as a matter of fact,” CRACK goes my whip on her pooter as she shrieks out her pain to me while taking off. I pull her hair to make her turn tight circles for me at the canter for a couple of minutes before she gets her, “whoa ponygirl,” command.

She’s really puffing now but sure as hell keeps quiet about it this time. I think she realizes now that I mean business. I continue to stay mounted on my prize as we watch the final riders compete. Both of them get bucked off and lo and behold, I’m the winner in the rider category. Trista is the lucky ponygirl that receives the winning time for the ponygirls. I know she’ll use that $200 gift certificate well.

I then pop Brittney on the butt to canter her around the ring for another well-deserved victory lap. I then dismount the tired girl right next to Trista. “Thank you sweetheart. You’re the best pony ever, Brittney. You know I love you. I’m sorry I was a little mean to you, but I had to make you give me your best ride and you did.” I look now at Trista,“your turn, girl,” as I hop aboard my fine little filly. She gets her little canter around the ring for everyone as I pull her up beside the judges’ area. They present us with the prizes and I click my little pony on over to Shelley. “Here baby, take this, please?” Then CRACK goes my whip on Trista’s fine little ass as I enjoy my sweet little pony for a few more laps around the field. “This is for laughing at me during the bucking bronco competition,” as I smack her sharply with my crop. I don’t work her quite as hard as Brittney because of her size, however, “hee yah, ponygirl! Move on now! This is for the bite mark you left on my neck last night!” CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, goes my stinging whip on her ass cheeks. My little filly then yelps out her whinnies of pain for me to savor as she gallops her master on to glory in the setting sun. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, sounds my whip’s echo through the trees while my little girl runs for everything she’s worth and then some. I won’t stop her until she’s completely tanked and given me everything she’s got with nothing left. This is the only way it can be for us, life is good.

Yep, today has been a great day.


The End