Pony Girl

              Pauls relationships with his pony girls were generally non-commital.
      He had recieved two desperate letters from pony girls, who needed to be ridden.
      "She has no master. She doesn't want a master. She just wants to get ridden
      once in awhile." the letter explained. Paul put his riding crop under her chin.
      She was on her knees in the dry long beatened down field of Paul's ranch.
      The pony girl was saddled with a leather bit for her rains. Her stable boy had
      brushed down her long hair and sponged off her glistening pale skin. Naked and
      bridaled, she eagerly awaited her rider.
              Paul mounted the pony girl. He never tried to break her or own her
      human persona. Sandra had had many emotional upheavals, but today
      she was a pony girl. No one can know why a women lets a man do this to her.
      Only a pony girl can understand the joy of being trotted. Angelina looked on with
      excited anticipation. The stable boy brushed and sponged her from head to toe.
      She had her pony tail. A symbol of her petagree.
                "I've done everything Paul asks me." Angelina said with her head held high.
      Paul rode Sandra over to Angelina. "Your frisky. You must be very proud of yourself."
      Angelina said and kissed Sandra over her bridal bit. Now it was Angelina's turn.
      Saddled and bridled she trotted off with Paul mounted. Sandra knelt in the straw
      of the stable. "I played at being a horse when I was a girl. I wanted to be ridden in
      an exhibition and win an Academy Award!" Sandra chuckled. The stable boy put
      a bucket of pea soup in front of her. She plunged her face in.
                Angelina came back to the stall at a gallop. Paul pulled up hard, "Woh-ah!"
      Pony girls can work up a fierce appetite. Angelina's bit was removed and she quickly
      plunged her face into the bucket. "Sex is a journey of self-exploration." Angelina gasped
      and licked Sandra's face. "I think that's why I can play a man's role and enjoy to be ridden."
      Angelina smacked her lips. They were not suppose to use their hands. The stable boy sponged
      them off. Both women were successful actors, both needed a riding crop across their cheeks.
      "It's the tail that most makes me feel like a pony." Sandra giggled, "The way it sways."
      It was the duality that pulled them to be pony girls. To be human is to explore the many creatures.
      The stable boy thumbed a garden hose over Sandra and Angelina. They whinnied.


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