A note from NickHC
Authors note: When I wrote ‘Girlfriend meets my Ponyboy’, I intended it to be a one-off story. I tapped most of it on my iPad while in bed after a day's walking on holiday. The second and third unintended instalments followed likewise, and now I add a fourth after my latest trip. Will there be a fifth? No idea until the next time I head off somewhere.
Breaking in my girlfriend's herd.
It wasn’t until we’d got Bozo and Buttercup out of their separate stalls and securely fastened to the adjacent flogging benches that Trixie owned up. I’d followed her instructions, dragging first benches and then the two struggling restrained animals from their respective stalls to where she wanted them, but I was perceptive enough to notice that something was troubling her. Indeed, it had been for a while now, I came to think about it. Second thoughts, conscience, I wondered, looking over at Tinky standing mute in his stall and thinking about all she’d done to him. Was she regretting acquiring the three new additions to share his miserable life? Surely not!
I was wrong, for that’s what was troubling my cute little girlfriend, although not quite in the conscience-pricking way I’d imagined. I had just pulled the last strap tight, securing Bozo and stepped back to admire two pristine white helpless trembling bottoms. New canvass for our wicked punitive toys. Four unsullied rump cheeks ready to be tenderised. I frowned as a little bell sounded softly in my head. Hello, that was a little odd, wasn’t it, when something tapped me on the arm. I frowned, turning to Trixie and was surprised when she handed me a wooden paddle. I was even more surprised when she turned around and bent forward, offering her cute little ass to me.
“Use it,” she said, and she didn’t mean on our two new animals.
“What?”
“Use it, Honey, one on each cheek, hard. I’ve been a bad little girl!”
I must admit I was sorely tempted, too tempted, so I grinned and promptly swatted her right buttock cheek.
“Harder!”
I shrugged. “Okay” and did as she wanted.
“That was too fucking hard, you vicious bastard!” She complained back to her old self a moment later as she rubbed her backside. “I never hit you like that!”
Hmmm, liar, I thought, thinking back to some of our pre-Tinky little BDSM bedroom games. There was, I recalled, an excellent reason why I’d never let her tie me up, and that was because she invariably got overexcited and hit way too hard! I decided to be diplomatic and grinned at her. “So, what gives, what is troubling you? Something to do with that pair, I suppose” I nodded towards the occupied benches. “Or maybe Annab-Boobie?”
Trixie looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, then shrugged, “I lied, Sweetie”, she pulled a face. “Not sure why. Maybe I thought you’d get angry, what with them and Boobie all in one go. They never saw anything in the stable, and I never interrogated them as I told you.” She gave a little shrug. “We can put them back in their stalls if you want and go back to the house and talk about it” she gave me a relatively weak smile and then nodded to the two terrified captives. “Or maybe save it for later, much later!” this time, the smile was very different and very wicked! The little minx also knew very well what my response would be. Indeed, she didn’t need to look very far and only had to lower her eyes!
That figured, I thought, looking at those two big soft white flabby bottoms. Unmarked soft white bottoms! Now I knew what had bugged me a moment ago to trigger that bell! No way they would be in that pristine condition if my sadistic little madam had been working on them. Interrogating them, as she’d put it! No way whatsoever. I only had to walk over and peep at Tinky’s whip and cane-scarred rump to confirm that fact. Sparing the rod wasn’t an idea to which she subscribed!
“Okay,” I muttered thoughtfully, hefting the paddle a few times before hanging it back on its hook. I was curious, but whatever her story, whatever the silly little bitch had done, would it change anything?” I asked myself, eyeing Bozo’s tempting rump and how I’d positioned the terrified bastard. I heard Trixie giggle and noted that though she was looking at me, it wasn’t my face that held her attention. As far as my anatomy went, her admission might have just flicked on the light of curiosity upstairs, but the big lustful beast that lurked below the hall stairs didn’t give a fig for that! It was wide awake and growing fast, threatening to batter down my leather front door from the inside. It wanted out for walkies and much more and wasn’t inclined to wait much longer!
These bloody second-skin leather pants that Trixie was so taken with didn’t have a proper zip fly, didn’t have a fly at all, come to that. The pants had the press stud modern equivalent of a ‘cod piece’, but unlike the impressive fitting I’d once seen fronting Henry the Eighths armour in the Tower of London, far less generous in terms of expansion space. Thankfully the very thin leather allowed the wearer some degree of stretch.
“Oh my, who’s a big hungry boy then?” Trixie giggled; all trace of contriteness gone as she stared at her favourite portion of my anatomy. She giggled again, her eyes straying to the terrified Bozo staring at us through bulging piggy eyes and making an impressive amount of muted noise despite the ball bag stretching his mouth. He tried to flinch away as she reached out and gently stroked his cheek. “Yes, who’s going to be a lucky boy tonight and feed my favourite monster? I’m so jealous!” she cooed insincerely at him.
I decided her story, confession or whatever could wait till later. What was done was done, and the squirming middle-aged pair had certainly seen inside our stable now hadn’t they, so letting them go probably wasn’t a good idea. A complete no-brainer non-starter, in fact! Oh, well! I grinned and walked behind the benches to admire the twin rear views. “Toss a coin?” I suggested jokingly, eyeing our two helpless victims and the available openings.
Trixie laughed and bent forward to trace a finger over that prominent leather bulge. “Why bother, Honey. Anyway, I haven’t got one, and there are no pockets in your pants. Way too tight”.
I shuddered pleasurably and squirmed at the touch of her fingers. “I’m well aware of that fact, Madam, and I’d appreciate you not doing that, not right now!”
Trixie giggled again. “We could play scissors, paper, stone, I suppose, but I have this feeling from the way you’ve been eyeing Boz…oh fuck it, let’s call him Piggy, that you’ve made your mind up which one you want first. I trust this isn’t the start of something I should worry about,” she queried. “I mean, first Tinky, and now you’re virtually drooling over Mr Piggy here!”
I gave her a reassuring smile and a quick peck on the cheek. “No chance, Honey. It’s just….” I trailed off, eyeing Piggy’s fat rump and his puckered virgin hole peeping out from behind a forest of dark wiry bum fluff. An assumption on my part, but neither he nor his wife looked the type to go beyond the missionary position and probably not even that very often! I wondered when the last time was and then dismissed the thought as irrelevant as I eyed that tempting little hole.
No, I wasn’t the least gay, not in the kissy-kissy love and romance sense, but I was becoming decidedly bi when it came to helpless bottoms like that one. I didn’t quite know how to explain it, but there was just something about how Tink wriggled and writhed when I fucked his butt that I couldn’t put into words. Or maybe some unknown writer could for me. I remembered a phrase I’d once read about a dominant gay guy in a book. ‘To have a submissive confirm your masterful masculinity at the expense of their own’. Yes, that summed it up for me, and I’d already lost count of how many times Tink’s tight ponyboy pussy had confirmed his new owner's masculinity.
Trixie chuckled at the look on my face, and I got the impression she understood exactly what I meant without me saying a single thing. She raised her hand as though reaching for the paddle I’d just replaced on its hook, then stopped and tapped it thoughtfully with a finger before turning to me.
“You beat Tinky before you fucked him, didn’t you” she mused.
I looked over to Tink’s stall, where the big surly animal stood watching us, and I knew he could hear every word. The old barn we used as a stable wasn’t that large, and I smiled at the memory of that first afternoon and nodded my head. “I literally beat the shit out of him that afternoon,” I chuckled, remembering the stinking mess he’d made at one point in sheer terror. “The bastard kept fainting on me as well, but that didn’t stop me either, and I didn’t fuck him, as you put it. I raped the beast good and hard” I thought about that for a moment and then chuckled. “Come to that, when have I not raped the fucker good and hard! You get fucked, Hun but old Tinky boy over there gets raped!”
Trixie giggled. She just adored ‘dirty talk’, as she called it when she was in the mood. Strangely she could be a little prudish at times if I said something lewd under the wrong circumstances. I’d been told off more than once over dinner at some restaurant or similar place. I remember she gave me a right mouthful outside the church after I’d accompanied her to some cousin’s wedding. I’d cracked a crude wedding night joke for her ears alone as we watched the photographer go through his routine after the service. It wasn’t even that dirty, but she’d still given me an earful. I’d always thought weddings made women randy. Odd girl!
“I did the same with Boobie” she nodded in the same direction towards Tink’s new neighbour. “She didn’t faint on me, but I’ll be she wished she could have done” she smirked maliciously and added with a wicked chuckle. “I did let her off lightly afterwards, though” she nodded to her extensive collection of dildos and phalluses. “I was quite proud of the way I restrained myself. I broke her in with a very modest toy. Hell, I’ve used far bigger and more interesting ones on our gorgeous ponyboy.”
“I’m amazed!” I muttered. It was intended to be a sarcastic remark but didn’t quite sound like one, partly because I was somewhat surprised by her admission. I’d seen her at work on Tink’s fuckhole enough times to know how enthusiastically she used her strapon harness and its sizeable additions.
“No sense in rushing things, Rome wasn’t built in a day and all that shit, eh Boobs” Trixie blew a kiss towards her new pet, who was also standing watching us through wide wet eyes. “Little by little till I can park a fucking bus in that slut’s love holes!”
I looked along that shelf of toys and shuddered. There were some at the far end as yet unused that would have terrified an elephant, never mind a tall slim beauty like Anna, like Boobie!”
“Let’s do these two differently”, Trixie suggested thoughtfully.
“How so?”
She nodded to the row of punishment toys dangling innocently from their respective hooks. “I’m already horny and more in a fucky fucky mood right now rather than a whippy whip one. What say we break them in from the inside out rather than the other way around? I’m not sure you could restrain yourself anyway, looking at the size of that bulge in your pants, and you wouldn’t want to waste it!”
“They’re your damn pants. I didn’t buy 'em,” I grumbled, “I just get to wear the bloody things even though they’re a size too fucking small!”
“Nope”, she smirked. “Right waist, right inside leg, I can’t help it if you're such a big boy elsewhere. Not my fault if they didn’t include that size anywhere. Next time I’ll get them made to measure!” she giggled.
“They used to do that,” I told her. “At least at the expensive tailors and gentlemen's outfitters. Perhaps they still do on that street in London. Saville Row, although that wasn’t so much about the size of your dick, but which side it dangled on in your pants!”
“Oh, you big liar, that’s another of your ‘read it on the back of a postcard stories’, I bet!”
I shook my head indignantly. “Not at all. Google it later if you don’t believe me. Anyway,” I nodded towards Piggy and his wife. “I think we have more pressing matters to hand than discussing high-class gents tailoring, and I agree with you,” I said, reaching for the Jumbo-sized jar of Vaseline.
Half full, I noted as I unscrewed the cap and had been for a while. I wondered if Trixie had used any before introducing Boobie to one of her toys and decided she wouldn’t have bothered. Front door first, and then when it was nice and slippery, the back door. Probably a first for the bitch, no doubt I’d hear about it from Trixie later. My girlfriend had a habit of critiquing her performance after a session with Tinky when we were in bed. I never complained because it invariably made her randy again.
The greasy gunk stuff had a distinctive aroma that instinctively brought back pleasant memories of the first few weeks I’d had Tinky strapped down onto that very same bench Piggy was now struggling upon. I couldn’t help smiling at the recollection. Oh, how that fucker had struggled and shouted abuse at me as I worked great dollops of it into his tight ponyboy fuck hole. That delightful desperate change of tone in his voice as he screamed that I couldn’t do that and then realised that I could and would do that to him! Hell, considering I’d just flogged his butt to a bloody jelly, I’d have thought he’d have realised from the moment a greasy finger penetrated his butt hole for the first time just what I could do to him! Jeez, but he’d been bloody tight!”
“Hey, wakey wakey, Sleepyhead”, Trixie poked me hard in the ribs.
“Ouch, bitch, that hurt!”
“Tch! Well, wake up then. Are you going to grease Piggy up or stand there all-night thinking about it, Dopey?”
“Fuck off”, I instinctively retorted and added, “That was quick”, I noted, looking at the sizeable phallus sprouting from her harness. I noted one of her favourites: one that Tinky was well acquainted with in both openings! Teaching him to accept deeper and deeper throat penetration had been one of her latest diversions! Not exactly a double one but a sizeable portion with various clit stimulating bobbles, bumps and lumps resided in Trixie’s tight little love box soon to stimulate those parts that were always so insatiably demanding. Judging by the expression on Mrs Piggy’s face, I very much doubted if the recipient would be enjoying that pink device anything like as much!
I looked across the stable towards Tink, who was no stranger to that bobbing appendage she flaunted so brazenly, nor some of its close cousins. Watching her in action with him, I sometimes wondered which of us the animal would choose if it had the choice of who used that tight ponyboy fuckhole? Neither, of course, but if he did have to choose, I’d wager he’d take me every time despite the humiliation of being buggered by another man. I made a mental note to get my phone out and video the next time she used him, just in case she opted to upscale phallus-wise. Neither of us worked out or used a gym, but the energetic way she went at him once the little bitch had worked herself up, jeez! Talk about piledrivers! Anything much larger, and the poor bastard would end up choking on his own innards; she’d have pushed them that far up his gullet!
“In or out” Trixie nodded towards our victims and answered her own question. “Out, I think, for their first time. I’m sure they will sing so sweetly in unison for us,” she giggled, unbuckling Buttercup’s gag.
Sweetly! I recalled the song Tink had sung for me that first afternoon as my fingers fumbled with the buckle buried in the rolls of flesh behind Piggy’s fat neck. There had been nothing sweet about the language he’d used to express his disapproval of my actions. Would this fat fucker manage to match that entertaining vocabulary of the obscene and the offensive, I wondered?
I was still struggling with that dammed fastening when a screaming torrent of indignation broke out from the next bench, which included numerous words you wouldn’t expect to hear from your average Mrs Middle-Class, prim and proper, Bobble Hat hiker. It broke off abruptly into a sort of indignant horrified squeak as Trixie launched her hips forward in one savage thrust
I couldn’t say I was surprised. I’d seen Mr Piggy’s teeny manhood. Although that toy of Trixie's represented the lower end of her toy collection, it would provide a whole new level of experience, I suspected, for her victim!
*****
Okay, you wicked scheming little bitch. Shoot, spill the beans or should I go back over there and grab that paddle again or maybe even a cane?”
We were both sprawled lazily in my big kitchen come living room, me in a leather armchair and Trixie half reclining on the matching sofa. Both of us too shagged out and sexually sated to move or make an effort to head towards the stairs and go to bed. Besides, I wasn’t sure we’d even finished with them.
“Fuck you”,’ she stuck her tongue out at me, normality fully restored. “I was over in the house getting a coffee, taking a break from playing with Annab, I mean Boobie. They came to the door asking if they could fill their water bottles filled and told me they’d got themselves a bit lost. Ring any bells?”
I glanced over towards the door, thinking about Tinky and grunted affirmatively. I didn’t know why but suddenly, I felt much better about the situation with our two new captives. Well, scratch that. I did know why. I nodded at her to continue.
Trixie shrugged. “Well, I’d been thinking about Annab, about Boobie.”
“Why don’t we just call her Annaboobell? “I interrupted with a chuckle.
“Fuck off and shut it dickhead”, she snapped straight back, her eyes blazing dangerously. “Anyway, as I was saying. I was thinking about Boobie and my plans for her while waiting for the kettle to boil. I realised that there was one thing missing.”
I glanced over at the window, thinking about the new ponygirl and was about to say that she looked all there to me and plenty of it to look at, but that dangerous look was still in Trixie’s eyes, so I sensibly refrained.
“Pussy”, Trixie stated, and I thought rather wistfully. “You know I haven’t fucked pussy in months, and I do so enjoy that. Getting on top of a gal, between her legs and humping the hell out of the bitch. I mean, Tinky’s fun, but you must find a difference between him and me, Honey?”
I sort of understood what she meant but couldn’t see the problem and said so. “What about Annab, I mean Boobie? “Shit, now I was still doing it as well.
Trixie grinned and mirrored my movement in looking over in the direction of the stable building, and I knew she was mentally seeing her tall, shapely new ponygirl standing so forlornly in her stall. Her new home lacking all mod cons, but at least the roof didn’t leak now. Well, not overmuch and only in one corner!
“I’m going to have a lot of fun with Boobie”, Trixie growled, “but no way is anything ever going to tickle her clit, not to orgasm, no way, never! I’m going to have to be very careful with the slut. I'll plug that front door with bigger and bigger toys. I’ll tease the hell out of her love bud, just as I do to Tinky, but she’s never going to get over that final hurdle. I’ll have to be careful, though. You know what happens when I fuck Tinky? How easily I lose control?”
I nodded. “Trixie frequently raped the poor beast harder than I did with her toys and orgasmed so hard that she lost all control and awareness! Hell, if she’d been a guy, the RC rhythm method or whatever it was would have been a non-starter once she got going. I could see her point, and if she started pussy fucking Boobie the same way, she wouldn’t be the only one climaxing! No matter how reluctant that girl might be. There was another way of preventing that, though, a rather unpleasant one, but she was on the same wavelength when I suggested it. We were like that as a wicked twosome.
“Nope,” Trixie shook her head. “Thought of that, but the animal stays intact. I’m a savage but not that primitive. Chopping that little love bud out of her hole might lead to medical complications, and I wouldn’t want to lose her now I’ve got her. I heard numerous times on the office grapevine that she was a passionate slut, and you should have seen the collection of toys I found in the bottom drawer of her wardrobe.” She paused and chuckled. “I brought them back with me, of course. Nothing like meeting a few old friends for some fun, even though they will get a little erratic and confused when aiming for her love hole and end up in another one altogether,” she finished with a giggle.
I knew where she was coming from because Tink was as fully functional down below as he’d been the day, I caught him. He was impressive, and Trixie knew to a single hand pump how far she could take the frustrated fucker, and he’d not squirted once since I’d stabled the poor creature. A gelding would have been no fun for either of us, well, not nearly as much fun. Trixie had every intention of keeping her pony in the same state.
“I want her desperate for what she could enjoy if I allowed the bitch. Not pining for something she could never have again, get me?”
“Okay,” I nodded again and then grinned at the memory of the energetic little session we’d both recently enjoyed. I’d taken Piggy twice while Trixie had sampled both of Buttercup’s holes. Naturally, neither of them had enjoyed our session, and we’d had to gag them again before we indulged in second helpings. Hell, we’d have both had to go to bed with ice packs on our heads otherwise. We could have done them a third time, but they were in such a pitiful state and so shell-shocked that we’d decided to take the bottle back to the house and take a break along with a few nibbles. Should we save our energy and ammunition for another day? We weren’t sure, so we’d left them on the benches just in case. “So, as I said earlier. Shoot. Spill the beans. I mean, we can’t exactly throw them back in the pond, can we not now!”
Trixie blew me a kiss, then laughed and raised her glass, for we’d both been too busy to drink over much in the stable. “Well, as I said, I was thinking along certain lines when those two innocents came traipsing across the yard heading for the door.”
“What lines?”
“Doh, don’t you listen. Pussy lines, of course. I’d made my mind up about Anna, about Boobie, and that she wasn’t going to be getting any and Tinky’s hole is very nice but not quite the same, so…”
“Opportunity knocks”, I quipped and wished I hadn’t given nasty the look she threw at me.
“Actually, no”, Trixie said. They didn’t get as far as knocking on the door. “I saw them crossing the yard and invited them in and fully intended just to fill their water bottles which was all they wanted, and because I'd just boiled the kettle, it was perfectly natural to offer them a coffee. Anyway, they sat down and got talkative, and I was listening politely when another thought struck me. I know Buttercup over there is nothing much to look at, but then….” she broke off and looked speculatively at me. “Did I ever tell you about my older women fantasy?”
I shook my head. “Not that I recall. Most of your fantasies seemed to revolve around doing nasty things to helpless male and female captives with whips and similar. I don’t recollect any infatuation with older women, though.”
Trixie laughed. “Oh, it's nasty, alright! Anyway, it goes back, yonks. I was just a kid, well, maybe not a kid but a lot younger than I am now and read a story on the Internet that fired me up all about this girl who liked to rape older women and found a whole heap of ways at getting her hands on them and her strap-on’s into them. It was cool horny stuff, and ever since…” she trailed off with a gleam in her eyes as she turned and looked through the window again.
“I get the picture,” I said
“Not the full one, Honey. I sat there listening to them yapping away but also not listening. I was sipping my coffee, wondering about those big udders stretching her awful purple sweater. Likewise, what sort of pussy she was hiding under that thick skirt and how she’d react to a big rubber knobbly cock up it, so naturally, I was getting hotter and hotter. Then I thought about how you acquired Tinky, and it sort of just happened. Your shotgun was hanging on the wall there, and the shells in that drawer were so conveniently to hand. I wasn’t stupid, though. I asked them a whole heap of questions first, very casually and oh gosh, how she liked to talk, both of them did. The more they talked, the more I realised that no one knew where they were, nor would they likely be missed overmuch!” Trixie paused and giggled. “Technically, they’ve only got themselves to blame. They talked themselves right into a couple of stalls, so I’m kind of innocent!” She giggled again and didn’t look the least bit innocent. Extremely sexy but not at all innocent!”
“So that's why the kitchen table has been moved and why there’s a rug under it now!” I was playing Sherlock Holmes, “Because I bet it's covering the damn hole in the floor you made when you blasted it with my shotgun!”
Trixie didn’t even look guilty. She merely shrugged and said, “only the one barrel, and they did need a little persuasion to lay down for me, but after that shot, they were as good as gold!”
“I’ll bet they were. What did you tie them up with?”
“I sacrificed a pair of old tights, and you need a new tie belt for your bathrobe. I couldn’t get the knot undone once I’d walked them over there, so I had to cut it!”
I thought about everything she’d said, then went over and gave her a kiss and a hug adding, “So who’s a clever little girl then as well as being very nasty and naughty and why that first cock and bull tale you told me earlier?”
Trixie got up and walked over and, bending down, delivered one of her long lingering mouth-raping aggressive French kisses. “Don’t really know why Hun. Somehow over the last couple of days, telling it like it was sounded, oh, I don’t know why I made all that up! I honestly don’t, silly, I know, but I do know one thing.”
“What’s that?”
She kissed me again. More of a quick peck this time and giggled. “I think it's high time we indulged in more of that nasty and naughty you mentioned! She grabbed my arm and pulled me, helping me to my feet.” She was surprisingly strong for such a petite woman, as Tink regularly found out when she exercised her right arm upon him! “Come on, old man, let's see if you’re up for it one last time tonight!”
“So now we have four,” I said more to myself than Trixie as we left the house.
“Our own little two-legged herd! She giggled, reaching for my hand.
I grinned at her. “In our case, four two legs good, eh, Honey?”
“What?”
“A variant on four legs good, two legs bad,” I told her. “You know, Animal farm, George, what's his name and…” I trailed off at the uncomprehending look on her face. Oh, never mind then, forget it!” I allowed her to pull me across the yard. Someone I sensed was feeling impatient, and if I knew her feeling something else, too!
“Heads or tails?” I said as we entered the stable, looking towards the two forms strapped to the benches, both looking back at us as we entered and still foolishly straining every muscle in a vain attempt to escape. Trixie paused, putting a small finger to her lower lip, looking for all the world like a cute little girl pondering which flavour of ice cream to choose or something innocently similar.
She pulled the finger away and smiled wickedly. “Why don’t we share? Poot old Buttercup looked just about done in, but Piggy still seemed to have some life left in him. Why not spit roast like we sometimes do with Tinky? He adores that, don’t you, boy?” she giggled and pouted a kiss over in the watching animal's direction. “One at each end, scrumptious, eh, Tinky? Such a lucky boy to have two such sexy owners!”
My attention was on Boobie in the adjoining stall, and I couldn’t help but sigh. What a splendid animal she was. I could certainly admire the beast even if she were off-limits to the point of my not being allowed to lay so much as a finger on her. I could look but not touch! I wasn’t going to be allowed even the merest squeeze upon one of those big tempting udders.
I automatically took a pace forwards before a voice growled, “No! Now come over here before you get yourself in big trouble. I’ll swap his ball gag for a large ring one. You know the sort and take that end. Your equipment is better suited for his first experience than any of my artificial dicks! Help me shift this bench around so his ugly bitch can see what she’s missing out on” Trixie slapped the woman hard on the butt and added, “but don’t fret yourself, Buttercup, your turn will come soon enough!”
I gave Boobie a sort of apologetic smile. Well, she wouldn’t be going anywhere, would she, and sooner or later, I might be allowed visiting privileges. At least, I could hope so, as I helped drag the other bench around so Mrs Piggy could get a good eyeful of the evening finale. I walked towards Piggy and lifted his chin with one hand, and ripped that leather codpiece off with the other, watching his Piggy eyes bulge even more in absolute horror. Maybe Trixie was right about the damn pants. Ripping that thing off inches from his fat face was almost worth the discomfort.
“Bigger by far than your pathetic little pee wee boy!” I tapped him on the head as my manhood emerged, springing stiffly to attention a mere inch or two away from his face. “And it’s fully loaded. Time to give you a taste of your master’s love juice! Another first, eh boy, I’ll wager?” I glanced over at Trixie, who grinned and gave me a thumbs up from behind his other end, where she was strategically placed holding his rump cheeks apart.
If he hadn’t been strapped down, I swear he’d have managed a vertical take-off as we both plunged forward in unison. Even as I thrust down his throat, I was conscious of three other sets of eyes on us as we enjoyed him, and I even grinned to myself as an absurd thought occurred. Maybe we should pass the hat round afterwards!