Vaulting out, I landing on the road below, on the pile of shattered glass. I looked around. To the front of the bus, to its right, was a crushed box s...aped truck, broken and twisted. Its dazed driver had just dropped down from its cab. He stumbled.To the rear of the bus, as I gazed through the billowing smoke, I could see the outlines of Mr. Woodhouse's little red car."Jump!" I shouted to Chloe, who stood by the opening, looking down. "Come on!"She climbed out and lowered herself slowly,. Many woman MMMMed, and ohhhhhed. Then they place the head at the pussy hole, and slowly push it in. The pushed those huge cocks all the way in, and their balls hit their ass. The moans increased, and got louder. I saw every position in the book all at one time. Some chicks were getting pussy slammed from the back, some woman were on top, some men were on top, some were sideways, some were standing up, some were backwards, and everything else. Every pussy getting pummeled so hard. Many were. To me it really didn’t seem like they were even keeping score. It seemed more like everyone except Barbara, and a few other Diva types were just having fun with this silly game. She wasn’t the only bitch in the stable.One of the male ponies was angry that they don’t allow men to compete. “Half the events are female only,” he sighed. He sounded very effeminate. He told us his name was Rainbow Sparkle. That seemed to mean something to Stefan. It was from a cartoon they both watched. Rainbow. Sometimes I’ll give Ashley a longer lunch break so she can head to our house and help Emily out.Ashley and I get along better than ever at work. The both of us fucking the same woman has forged an understanding between us. She seems satisfied, me being her superior at work, and Emily being her superior in bed. She does anything Emily asks, and as long as she’s keeping my girl happy, I’m happy with her.Ashley will usually sleep over at least one day every weekend, and the three of us always have.