Bob is jumping as he's humping the tight muscles of the ponygirl gripping his maleness. He's breathing fast as Ben's new self is making Bob appreciate a Ponygirl quite well.
"Do you like doing it this way, humping and in public?" asked Gina.
All Bob could muster was a dull moan of agreement and a slow shake of his head.
"See here, see here our first contestant says he likes humping better and cares not that all you get to watch!" calls out Gina to the audience.
Applause, more cat calls, yet none of this seems to bother Ben or Bob. A casual look to her rear seems to urge Bob make his thrusts longer and smoother, less rapid and harsh.
"Save some of our new Ponygirl for the other contestants!" chides Gina as Bob moans his wild feelings of pleasure.
Suddenly Bob stops humping, he stands there stiff and erect from head to feet. His eyes are wide open and he even stopped breathing. The huge drops of sweat roll down his forehead as the mouth slowly falls open.
Ben whinnies a loud cry of mare satisfaction, it echoed the hall making even the crude audience calm down and take notice.
Gina looks on her heart is pounding about like Ben and Bob's.
A long minute passes and with as sudden it came it is gone and Bob sighs with a relaxing of every taunt muscle.
"Accomplished! Our first contestant has shot his load!" yells out Gina the concern still showing on her face too.
Bob slowly steps back a half step as his penis slithers out the juicy black lips of equined' sex. Inch by inch his shaft come back and out till even Ben and Bob know that something has drasticly changed.
A full step back makes Bob's penis fall clear and swing it does. He entered the Ponygirl a rigid seven inches, yet as it swung free Gina took a measurement.
"Fourteen inches, a new record for penis building from the Ponygirls of Pleasure Island!" announced Gina with obvious pride.
"Damn, fucking damn, its really grown longer!" groaned Bob as the next contestant was alread stripped naked and pushing Bob aside for his turn with Missy Ben.
Quickly Gina throws a robe over Bob's shoulders as a pretty dappled gray Ponygirl leads him off backstage.
Ben whinnied loud as the next contestant eager to be pleased jams his dry cock past those lovely lips of pony sex.
"Are you alright Sir, would you like to lay down?" asked the pretty ponygirl of Bob.
"Lay down!" said Bob in a soft tone of tired voice.
"You want to lay down, or have a Ponygirl lay with you?" asked the very considerate little mare.
Bob groaned form his wild minutes of rich sexual pleasure. His breath all but gone he could barely make his thoughts known. So again he tried to answer the Ponygirl's question.
"Lay, lay down, rest, catch my breath!" said Bob.
Maybe she would have heard Bob's words better had it not been for the loud crowd watching the second contestant begin jumping about out of his beastly passion.
"Darlene, here you go he wants to get laid, to rest, and get a catch!" said the dappled gray Ponygirl.
Bob moaned, he was too tired to care.