Aaron had debated about whether or not to breed her in the relative comfort of her own stall, but then none of the padded safety equipment was there, or the medical kits, etc, just in case. So he and Ted agonized over it, but it was decided that at least her first time, if not her first few times should be in the pens, where they could deal with anything that happened.
He arranged himself at her upturned pussy after unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it out of his pants. He didn’t know why, but their research had shown that the stud or groom showing a little skin – chest muscles and chest hair in particular – helped the mares somehow, psychologically. The employees who bred with the ponygirls would never be nude – ever – it left them too vulnerable, and they lost the psychological edge of being fully clothed while the mares were nude, but for some tassels and boots and harnesses.
But somehow, when the grooms – who were all pretty buff – showed some bare-chested action as they were breeding a mare, the mares proved more fertile. They also tended to settle down and accept the servicing better. Aaron didn’t know why, and frankly he didn’t much care. So both he and Ted unbuttoned their shirts. Ted lay beneath Mandy, in what someone who didn’t know what was going on might think of as a sixty-nine position, where he would be directly under her breasts and have plenty of access to those lovely udders that were just begging to be squeezed and pulled and groped.
Aaron began his own massage with a light cinnamon lotion that would heat up Mandy’s pussy quickly, helping to concentrate the blood flow right where his hands were. He was almost afraid to use it, considering how she’d responded to him without it yesterday, but he figured he’d see how it went over. Once he’d applied it, he took a step back and bent over to blow on her genitals, and the increase of heat in the area made Mandy pony-scream and try to rear even further back than she was, but Ted kept a good, tight hold on those teats, using them to pull her back down.
Ted and Aaron said in unison, “A good ponygirl receives her breeding quietly.”
Aaron slipped a quick finger into Mandy’s opening, gratified at what he found. “We have lubrication,” he announced in a hoarse whisper.
“Excellent,” Ted replied. “Let’s bring her off, then.”
And they did, with horribly embarrassing ease, working in a paced, planned rhythm with each other that was terribly frightening and overwhelming to the poor female they were working on. They had her moaning continually within a few minutes, and before another three minutes had passed she was contracting on Aaron’s fingers, making a total spectacle of herself as she tried to writhe and arch within her bonds. Aaron patted and stroked her mid back. “That’s a very good girl, Mandy. Good ponygirl.” He stood and unzipped his pants, pushing down his underwear enough to let the ten inches of his fully erect cock spring free in all its thick, hard glory. Aaron stood behind her, his entire concentration on Mandy and the act at hand – he didn’t see her in the mirrors, didn’t see himself or hear or see anyone else around them. Every part of his mind was thinking about Mandy and how he could make this easiest for her and try to make sure that every precaution was taken to keep her safe from injuring herself or being inadvertently injured by him, considering the differences in their size and strength.
He raised the platform so that she was at just the right height for his entry, and noticed that her puffy, swollen lips were leaking her own lubricating fluid. As a precaution and to increase the overall viscosity of the situation, though, he put a lightish coat of K-Y on himself, then presented his big head at her opening, putting his hands on her hips and grasping her firmly, as he’d been taught. Ted was kneeling to the side of Mandy’s head, stroking her hair and encouraging her to relax and submit, but she was sobbing and shaking in that heartrending manner of all ponygirls – they couldn’t beg him not to, they couldn’t plead and blubber. They could only receive whatever kind of treatment the men around them gave them, with no choice in the matter, and be obedient to them under the threat of physical chastisement if they didn’t.
Aaron wanted to be inside this mare more than he’d ever wanted to anything else in his life. While he’d been bringing Mandy to orgasm five and six times a day, he hadn’t had any release himself, despite the fact that he had been rock hard since he’d first laid eyes on her. He’d gone to Merry last night and made her scream with pleasure with his very talented mouth, but he wanted to save his load for Mandy, so she hadn’t gotten the best of him, and looked a little hurt because of it.
He wanted it done in the most clean, efficient, least painful manner possible, so he pushed himself forwards firmly and pulled her hips backwards at the same time, entering her to the hilt in one stroke. Mandy issued a hurt, angry, pseudo-scream, rearing back and trying desperately to unimpale herself, but the way she was expertly restrained – as well as Aaron’s strong but firm hands holding her in place – would not allow her to do anything but what his body dictated. Aaron held onto his own control by a thin thread, but he held onto it, as much as he wanted to simply bang away at her and bury himself deep within her hard and fast, he made himself maintain a slow and steady, even gentle pace of plunge and retreat as he tried to remain as clinical and professional as possible – noting that there was no major show of blood at all, for which he was eternally grateful.
Mandy was not taking her servicing well at all, however, despite Aaron’s careful attentions. She was wiggling and moaning and thrashing and sobbing so hard that Ted reached over and slapped her bottom sharply, if only to draw her attention. “Mandy,” he said firmly, “a good ponygirl receives a stud submissively and quietly.”
She was having none of it, though, and his warning did not seem to faze her in the least. Her straining and moaning continued unabated, and she would have received a more thorough punishment even during the session only Aaron found himself unable to sustain as long a breeding session as he usually did – he wanted her too much. Soon he began thrusting harder, even against his own will, plunging himself deeply into her then withdrawing fully to repeat the motion until his whole body clenched in orgasm and he poured his seed into her, bumping himself up against her wide open pussy with each powerful spasm.
He was usually able to give a mare a very long, hard ride – almost always making them come on his cock even though he’d made them come clitorally before mounting them. Aaron knew how to use his cock to pleasure a woman – he’d been doing it since he was twelve. But Mandy – Mandy practically made him explode just thinking about those wonderful tight, wet, depths of hers – and how she creamed even when he lathered her little bottom with the cane, and how she’d actually fainted from his efforts…
Breathing very raggedly at those thoughts, Aaron made one last, sharp thrust, then held her hips to his as he let the last few drops of his seed ooze out and into her receptive little cunny.
“Mark – the – time,” he muttered, and Ted glanced at his watch.
“Ten-forty-five.”
Aaron would stay inside Mandy for a full five minutes, to optimize the possibility of fertilization. Actually, as they didn’t really have an idea of her cycle yet, this time was unlikely to bear fruit, but it would be duly noted as a breeding attempt, and he intended to follow the usual method to the T so that she would know exactly what the routine was, regardless of who she was put with in the future.
Mandy continued to sob, but she was no longer struggling against Aaron, but rather was almost hanging in her bonds quite dejectedly as Aaron and Ted stroked her flanks and her face.
“There now, pet, that wasn’t that bad, was it?” Andrew crooned. “But you did not accept and submit as you should, Mandy. A good ponygirl submits to servicing whenever it is demanded of her – quietly and without resistance.” Aaron caught Ted’s eye. “Time?”
“Five.”
Aaron eased himself out of Mandy, reaching for an antiseptic towelette that he used to wash up the small amount of blood that was oozing around her opening. “This might sting just a little, baby, but it’s gonna help you heal quicker.” He rubbed some soothing cream around her entrance as she jerked a little. “Shh-shh-shh, babygirl. Just making you feel all better.”
Only when she’d been made more comfortable did Aaron clean himself up and readjust his clothing. While Ted was carefully arranging Mandy for the trip back to her stall, Aaron was lubing up a good-sized vaginal plug that would allow her to retain the sperm that had just been deposited inside her. The Stables breeding program did everything it could to maximize the possibility of fertilization, and this was one of their most successful measures.
She tensed immediately when Aaron began to press the big plug up inside her, but Ted held her fast as she was invaded yet again, this time by something inanimate and big and thick. It rubbed against where she’d lost her virginity, and began to sting immediately because the thick area before the flange kept her unnaturally stretched. “That’s a good girl. Just a little thing to help you keep my sperm up inside you – so that hopefully you’ll get pregnant. We’ll take it out in about an hour.” Mandy whimpered at that pronouncement.
It amazed her when, instead of being stood back up as she expected, she instead was gathered into Aaron’s
