Wellington's smile broadened. It would be the merest of child's play to take this beauty away from Harry. Simply give him the stateside job he wanted in exchange for the woman, and Harry was bound to leap for the deal.
John shifted on his seat. He hoped his cock wouldn't blast itself dry before he got the chance to fuck that golden-haired lovely.
Lynn began wiggling her ass slowly, trying to work her cunt lips open by rubbing them against the fat wide hood of the leather cock. She could feel her juices smearing the thing, wetting it completely. That would help. She sank lower, spreading her thighs wide open so that her knees wan pointing toward opposite walls of the room. She was shaking badly, rubbing her cunt all over the cock head, trying to keep from slipping downward too fast.
She went down further, feeling her pussy lips spreading open as the hood penetrated between them. She twisted from side to side, working her cunt hole down over the huge head slowly. It felt like it was going to split her in half it was so damned big and wide.
The leather spread her cunt lips wider and wider. The young woman knew that if she opened much further, she would tear her flesh. This cock was so fucking big, it was like taking a cock for the first time in her life. She quivered, feeling like a virgin taking her very first cock.
And that thought drove her wild. She moaned and ground her pussy over and around that immense dork head. She could rub her clit against the thing, pressing it down hard, mashing it firmly against the wet leather.
God! She knew she could rub herself to a hard climax just by moving like this, without ever taking the prick inside her tight cunt tube!
But that wasn't what these men wanted to watch her do. They wanted to see her hurt herself a little bit before she came. She had to shove this cock all the way up her snatch hole, sit down on, the saddle, and ride some other poor girl like she was a colt.
Biting down hard on the gag between her teeth, Lynn gathered up her courage. She tightened her thighs. She took a very deep breath, filling her lungs, thrusting her big breasts outward and upward. Sweat popped out on her skin all over her body.
Suddenly, with a loud shriek into her gag, Lynn drove he wet cunt downward onto the fat pole of the prick. She wiggled wildly, jerking her ass and thighs, grinding her cunt down harder and harder.
She was groaning and grunting from the strain. She felt her cunt lips separating over the huge prick. It was just too fucking huge to take!
Patty made her move. She stiffened her arms, tightened her legs, and shoved her back upward as hard and high as she could. Her back arched, and the leather cock was driven deep into Lynn's hot wet cunt, slamming all the way home.
Lynn's head jerked backward and she screamed violently into the gag. Her tight ass checks slammed downward onto the leather seat of the saddle, her cunt hole fully impaled on the fat fake prick.
Sweat rolled down her body. Her hair was matted to her back where it hung down. Lynn's head rolled limply on her neck as she sat on the ponygirl, whimpering. She could feel the juices wetting the saddle under her bare ass. The burning pain in her cunt hole began to ease quickly as her cunt walls adjusted to the immense width of the leather dork.
The men gave both girls a few minutes to adjust to their new positions. Lynn felt like she'd just been torn in half. And poor Patty was shaking badly under the strain of trying to support Lynn's full weight.
"Put your feet in the stirrups, Lynn," Wellington told her.
Lynn nodded slowly. She slowly opened her eyes and tried to focus on something. Wellington's handsome face came into view, and she concentrated on pleasing him. She glanced down and found the dangling stirrup with her right foot. She slipped her boot into it. She got her other foot into the left stirrup, so that her knees were bent so high that the inner sides of her thighs rested against the outer sides of her big breasts.
The cock was buried to the hilt within her cunt, filling her fuller than she could ever have believed possible.
Under her, Patty was groaning into her bit. Lynn, for all her lovely height, weighed a mere one hundred pounds. She was tall and slender. Patty weighed only ninety-eight pounds though, and the girl on top was damned heavy, even for someone as athletic as Patty. Thank God for good muscles, Patty thought as she shifted her weight to better balance herself and her rider.
Moving was going to be hell. Still, Patty consoled herself, she didn't have to squat on a precarious perch with that leather rod rammed up her twat. God Almighty!
"Come over here, pony," Wellington called.
Shit! Patty lifted one cuffed hand off the floor and moved it forward as far as the short chain would allow. She shifted one stockinged knee forward, until she felt the tug on the chain between the cuffs around her ankles.
It was going to be extremely slow-going. Each slight move of her body sent Lynn lurching one way or the other. Patty could hear the girl's moans as she felt the rod within her cunt pressing hard up into the depths of her cunt, hurting her deep inside.
"Move a bit faster, pony," Don commanded.
Patty tried, but there was no way she could move one bit faster.
"Use your spurs, Lynn," Harry called out.
Patty froze. Spurs? Oh, fuck!
Lynn, her eyes on Wellington, twisted her ankles and gouged the sharp steel points on her spurs into Patty's bare flesh, just behind her ribs.
Patty found quickly that there was a way that she could move that extra little bit faster.
She jerked one hand forward, one knee for ward, and then the other hand with the other knee, over and over in rapid succession, until she and her rider were halted in front of Wellington.
"Excellent," John complimented them.
Lynn watched his face closely as he studied the two women. He seemed genuinely pleased with them, and this somehow made Lynn's heart beat a little faster. She longed to please this man whom she'd never spoken to, whom she'd never even met before this evening.
John got out of the chair. He walked around the ponygirl and her rider, inspecting them both very carefully. His hand stroked Lynn's breasts, cupping them from the underside and lifting the weight of both lush mounds, his thumbs flicking over both hard nipples.
Lynn sucked a deep lung full of air, forcing her breasts out and up, trying to make them grow even larger in Wellington's knowing hands.
John bent down and lightly kissed Lynn's bare shoulder. The kiss sent a thrill of pleasure through Lynn's body.
John lifted one foot and worked the toe of his shoe between Patty's ass cheeks, poking the tip of the shoe right onto her tightly puckered asshole.
Patty moaned low in her throat as the bit between her teeth gouged hard into her tongue and the roof of her mouth. The shoe jabbing at her asshole felt great, and she crouched backward, grinding her asshole against the pointed toe of the shoe.
John lowered his foot.
"Not so easily, my dear. No, you'll have to work a little harder than that for your release, I'm afraid."
John walked back around in front of the girls. He winked at Lynn. She would have smiled back, but her hood and gag prevented her from making any kind of facial gesture.
"Harry, come over and undo Lynn's arms. I want her to take the reins."
As John seated himself again, Harry got up and did as he'd been told. Lynn brought her arms around in front of her body, rubbing her wrists. Oh, God, how good it felt to have her hands back! Her shoulders ached like fury from the strain of her arms tied behind her back.
Harry undid the loose reins from the pommel of the saddle, and held them out for his lover. Lynn looked at his face for a moment. All she could see in Harry's eyes was a pleading for her to do everything right, to make no more mistakes. But Lynn had read in Wellington's smile that he hadn't been the least bit put off by her defiance. Maybe he'd even been turned on a bit by it, Lynn thought.