Monday morning Sara, Shannon and I were on the highway heading back home to the ranch after a very good sales week at the rally.
Nigel and his four girls were following close behind us in a separate van that they had rented to make the trip from the Twin Cities to the Sturgis Rally.
Nigel's girls were going to entertain my cowboys for the next two days and take part in a little contest that I had planned for them (my first annual wild pony race featuring human ponies).
The races were going to be part of a surprise party that I was having for my cowboys to reward them for helping me have an excellent first year on the ranch.
I had told John Bad Warrior (my ranch foreman and Sara and Shannon's brother) that I wanted to fix the horse corral Monday morning after I had returned home from the Sturgis Rally and to have the men gathered down by the old barns at around 10.
As we drove in the yard, I could see that John and the other men were down by the main horse barn looking over the corral fence at the horses.
One of the mares must have come into heat, because they had the stud horse with her in the breeding pen.
John and the other cowboys were busy watching the quarter horse stud mounting and breeding the young mare and didn't notice us drive into the yard until we were stopped next them by the barn.
"What's up with the tourists Boss? I thought we were going to fix fence?" John questioned me as he looked over at the van full of young women.
"I have decide that since you all have been working so hard the last few months, that it was time we took a couple days off to have a little fun" I answered back.
"I have hired the four girls in the van to take part in a pony racing contest and then to entertain you tonight at a little party that Sara, Shannon and I have been planning for the last couple days " I explained to the men.
I motioned to Nigel to have the girls get out of the van and come over by the fence to meet my cowboys.
I think I was just as surprised as my men to see how the girls were dressed or you might say undressed as the made their way out of the van.
During this period of late summer in South Dakota there is always a wide swing of temperatures from the hot sweltering day time high's in the upper 90's to the cool 60's in the evenings.
So when we had met the young women and Nigel in the morning at Sturgis, the girls were dressed in heavy sweat shirts and jeans.
Some where in-between Sturgis and my ranch Nigel had them strip down to a white cropped off wife beater tank top (that barely covered their firm teenage breasts) and their panties.
The girls all had on thick black collars around their necks with a long white nylon lead rope attached to the front of it, leather ankle bracelets with large silver hoops, a neon orange ball gag in their mouths and their wrists were bound behind their backs in heavy leather restraints.
Nigel gave a firm jerk on the girl's lead ropes and they followed him to the horse corral (where my men, Sara, Shannon and I were standing in a straight line) four abreast with a perfect high stepping gate.
"Whoa" Nigel orders his girls “Stand and get ready to be inspected by your new owners."
Nigel was dressed in a leather coat, jeans, and a Sturgis 85 bandana on his head.
He was not a real big man body wise, but at 6'2" he towered over his young captives.
On his belt he wore a knife sheath that held a big 8" buck knife.
In the back pocket of his blue jeans you could see the custom made handle of his riding crop sticking out.
It was not the normal grip that most crops have.
This handle was a bulb shaped butt plug that was probably 5 inches long and 2 inches across at the thickest part of the shaft.
In his free hand Nigel was carrying a large and heavy looking leather duffle bag.
If I had just happened along, when this all was transpiring I would I swore that Nigel had just kidnapped these young beauties from a sorority slumber party.
One by one Nigel tied off the young girls lead ropes to the lower rail in the fence leaving them evenly spaced at about three feet apart and bent over at the waist with their panty cover ass's high in the air.
When I remember back to that summer day in 1985, it is those cute panties that I still think about first.
They were very innocent looking pink cotton bikini briefs with the little yellow and purple flowers.
The contrast in-between the girls being bound to the fence to have their pussy's inspected by a group of complete strangers and having on such non-sexual looking underwear created a very erotic feeling deep inside of me.
It must had the same effect on my two Indian girl friends, because Sara moved closer to me and hooked my right arm with hers and Shannon stepped over and did the same to my left arm.
They both were standing slightly behind me slowly dragging their hard nipples across the back of my arms as we stood waiting to see what Nigel was going to do next.
After making sure that the 4 girls were securely tied to the corral fence, Nigel took a short piece of chain with hooks on both ends out of the leather bag and snapped the hook to the silver hoop on restraints that were holding the first girl's arms behind her back.
Nigel looped the chain in one hand and pulled up to create pressure on her arms to prevent the young woman from moving away.
He tapped on her butt a couple times with the crop to signal her to spread her legs wider.
Nigel then slowly starting drawing an outline of her pussy on the outside of the pretty pink panties with the shaft of the riding crop.
Back and forth the length of her young twat Nigel rubbed the handle of the crop, pushing the thin cloth in between the lips of her wet slit.
"I love the way those pretty little panties look on their sexy butts" Sara whispered in front of me over to her sister Shannon.
"Looks like Bill likes to see their panties creeping up their butts too" Shannon said back to her sister, as she took her fingers and traced around the tip of my cock that was created quite a bulge in my jeans.
"Undo your pants so Bill can play our pussys while we watch" Shannon told Sara as she removed her hand from cock and unbuttoned the fly on her jeans.
When she got her pants undone, Sara took my right hand and guided it inside her panties to her warm and very wet slit and Shannon took my left and did the same.
I slide my fingers in-between their thighs and rubbed back and forth the length of their young cunts, teasing their erect clits and tight little fuck holes.
"AHHHHHHH" Sara and Shannon moaned as I firmly cupped both of their pussies with my hands while I rocked my middle two fingers back and forth to penetrate the very outer edge of their wet fuck holes.
They both started arching their backs to trying to get my fingers to slip deeper into their waiting holes.
I curved my fingers and pushed them deep inside and fucked them ever so softly.
"Oh fuck yea, that's it Bill, fuck our pussys with those thick fingers of yours" Sara moaned.
Nigel was making his way down the line of girls securing their arms together with the chain and teasing each one's pussy through their flowered panties with the crop.
My four hired cowboys were very busy looking back and forth, one moment concentrating hard at watching the moaning Indian girls that were getting fucked by my fingers and then back to the white girl's tied to the horse fence.
It was as if they were not sure which show they should be watching, the one in front of them being put on by Nigel and his girls or their boss finger fucking his co-workers pussy's beside them.
Sara was stroking my hard cock through my jeans and Shannon was cupping and gently squeezing my balls as my fingers rocked their clits back and forth between their swollen pussy lips.
"Cum for me" I said to the girls.
"Ahhhhhhh fuck, its going to be a good one” Shannon screamed.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh mine too" Sara screamed back.
