Message-ID: <31282asstr$994338604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <pp@philphantom.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <3B4291A2.BBF33EE2@philphantom.com> From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com> X-Accept-Language: en Subject: {ASSM} Pony Dreams Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2001 09:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/31282> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge <1st attachment, "pony-dreams-pp.txt" begin> Pony Dreams By: Phil Phantom HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com Hillary got the white pony she always wanted, but that pony came with a remarkable dick when it wasn't supposed to have a dick at all. This pony had a beautiful creamy-pink dick that almost looked human. Robin, Hillary's mother, never saw such a beautiful sex organ in her life. She never felt the urge to kneel and suck a dick like she did while staring at that damn pony's hanging schlong of a dong. Robin embarrassed herself by staring. Hillary was also terribly embarrassed. The pony kept nosing and sniffing Hillary's crotch. He smelled something he liked and that something was bringing the best out of him. Embarrassing was a major understatement. Neither mother nor daughter knew what to say, so the mother excused herself, went into the house, splashed cold water on her face, then went looking for the asshole who gave her daughter that stud pony. She found him in his study, reading, smoking a pipe, looking rich, cool, sophisticated, and intimidating for a woman not used to dealing with rich guys who had hinted at the possibility of a marriage to a poor county girl with a thirteen-year-old daughter who had no daddy that they could pin that label on and get child support from. Roughly fourteen years ago, Robin was away from a small town for the first time, in a big city college, feeling her oats and getting her oats felt. She ended up being the life of too many parties. Grades fell with the rise of her belly. So much for college. Life had been a constant struggle for mother and child, but Robin settled down and did okay on her own. She could have had help. She turned down half a dozen good proposals. Robin had a striking resemblance to the popular actress and bra pusher, Jane Russel, so striking at times that some people timidly came up and asked for an autograph or posed bra questions to her. Robin didn't go out of her way to look like Jane, except when she wanted to attract male attention. At those times, Jane in a form-hugging, low-cut red dress or Robin in a tiny bikini did that equally well. With great looks, a great personality, and a great body, her prospects for landing a great catch seemed great. Robin had her sights set high, but not Carswell Blake high. He was sky high, way up there. She wasn't aiming at him, but he aimed at her. She figured just for sex, but she gave him all he wanted and he still had his aim on her. Now, he was making dreams come true for little girls - serious aiming - but where was he aiming with a gift pony like that. Robin took a leaning seat on the arm of the chair beside him and cleared her throat. When he looked over, she said, "We need to talk." Carswell closed the book and set it aside. He relit his pipe, toked it up good, then looked to Robin with a smile and said, "What's on your mind, sweet thing?" "I think you know what's on my mind." "Sex is always on your mind. You're an animal, Robin, ananimal." "Very funny. Speaking of animals, what the hell were you thinking when you bought that pony?" "She wanted a white pony. I was thinking it was white. Did they lie?" "No, it's white, but it has a pink dick that reminds me a great deal of your pink dick. The thought occurred to me that any young girl who could take that pink dick could easily handle your pink dick. I'm wondering if that thought ever crossed your mind." "Robin, you shock me. You have a dirty mind." "Carswell, what are you up to? I want you to know that I just had the most embarrassing experience of my life with Hillary. I swear, the spirit of a dirty old man inhabits that horse. He was positively obscene, kept nosing Hillary in the crotch, sniffing her scent, licking between her legs, getting aroused, and that penis...my God, where did you find an animal like that?" "Oh, is it a male? I specifically told them mare, not male." "Don't act innocent with me. I know damn well you personally selected that four-legged dildo, and it wasn't just to make her dream come true. I think there is a much more sinister purpose here, and it has more to do with making your dreams come true. You put mare scent up her pussy the way you keep putting bitch-in-heat scent up mine. I know your M O, Carswell, and I know horses. They don't act that way except when near a mare in season. You turned my daughter into a mare in season, and I don't know which is more embarrassing. I do know which pisses me off more, and so do you." "Robin, I am stunned." "You are going to be if I ever find out that your pink dick is or has ever been in any part of my daughter. I don't care if she invites you in for sloppy seconds after the horse. You had best politely decline her offer. Yes, I'm sure she'll get around to trying everything. I couldn't blame her, but the damage that will do to her self-image could cripple her for life. How could it not. She'll see herself as something fit to mate with hoofed animals. She'll look in the mirror and see the lowest of whores. Kneeling for a dog will be social climbing, and lying down for a human will make her feel special. She'd be honored, and she'll be thrilled to her white-trash twinkle toes to take the cock of the great and powerful Carswell Blake between her humble thighs." "The honor would be all mine. If she fucks anything like her mother, that will be one fine little piece of white trash tail." Robin folded her arms and squeezed her thighs together, saying, "Don't even try to turn me on with your trash talk. I am not in the mood." He looked to her crotch and said, "Are you crushing walnuts?" She looked down and saw what she was doing to quell the ache in her crotch, then moved her feet shoulder-width apart and said, "Car, I'm serious. I can't take that pony away from her. She has already bonded with it and given it a name. That is her Whitie. It would kill her to give Whitie up, and that could do permanent damage to our relationship. You'd be the good guy; I'd be the bad guy. I have to let her keep that damn hay burning dildo, and she will be hurt by it, maybe not physically, but she will hurt her self image critically. She will become sexual with that animal if she's not already. He certainly is with her. She did something nice for him. She had that guilty look." "Then why don't you mitigate any damage by making her feel okay with anything she does. Go to her. Talk to her. Share your farmyard adventures, your college adventures, the doggie shit we've gotten into. Bond with her and let her know it's okay to sexually experiment with animals. Tell her it is perfectly normal and natural. You do it. Your friends do it. All girls do it. Show her how to suck cock, and let her try. Take turns. Encourage her to be open about it. Make her feel free to ride bareback and bare-assed all over this estate. She can ride herself up to a good lather, dismount anywhere, then give the pony a ride. She can ride him and suck him all over this place." "Wouldn't that be nice to watch while sipping on a martini with friends and associates? Isn't she lovely, Carswell's little white-trash whore. I suppose you'll have me serving the martinis in a topless servers costume that exposes my bare ass and shaved pussy when I bend slightly. That would be extra nice, wouldn't it?" "Yes, it would. Care for a few walnuts?" Robin turned red and hated to move her legs apart again, but did, and wider by another shoulder width so that they couldn't drift back unnoticed and embarrass her again. She unfolded her arms and stiff-armed the chair's arm at either side. She felt foolish standing in that most vulnerable open pose in the short dresses he liked without panties, which were history since meeting Blake. He could so easily reach between her legs and see for himself how wet she was, making an even bigger fool of her. She almost wished he would just to have him take care of that awful ache. His hand could do that so good. This was, in fact, a pathetic offer of pussy, which he ignored as she said, "I could never tell her to be open about it. Christ, I'm not sure I could even discuss the subject. I had the perfect opportunity just now and froze solid. The closest I ever came to having a sex talk with her was telling her the truth about why Mommy hasn't a clue who her father might be. 'When Mommy drinks too much Tequila, sweetheart, jocks in groups make her feel very sexy and stupid.' I'm glad I told her the truth. That satisfied her. Ever since then, she has been satisfied with a faceless, nameless, jock dad, and a mom with a weakness for the young and hung. Still, we are anything but open. I can't just come straight out of the blue and go, BE OPEN, GO NAKED, PLAY WITH YOUR PUSSY, SUCK YOUR HORSE, WE DON'T CARE." "Why not? Don't you think she would like to be open and honest, not have to hide, feel free to sexually express herself and know that we approve, condone, and support her. Don't you think she would like to go about naked and receive manual praise from admiring adults?" "Probably. What girl her age wouldn't, but..." "But mommy wants to play the spoiler." "No, it's not that, Car, honestly. That would not bother me. I would even play the serving wench and serve with a smile while she is being group-groped and fondled. I know you want much more than that, but you must remember, deep down, I'm just a simple country girl. Yes, you have opened my eyes and broadened my palette, but most everything I sample leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I'll admit, threesomes with another man or another woman didn't. I do appreciate you expanding my horizons that way. I can honestly say that I do love pussy and I have always loved taking on two hung studs at once, but I know where you are headed with this, and that threesome will never be - no way - no how." "Robin, you loved it with April and you adored Annette because she was even younger, about the same age as Hillary. Your Hillary is twice as nice as those two put together. Forget that she's your daughter and see her as a young, virginal, fledgling, female body. That girl of yours is one foxy little bitch. She knows it, and you know it, and she knows that you know it. Hell, she now answers to the term foxy little bitch and proudly wears the crop-topped T-shirt I bought her without a bra." "I understand that, and I told her she looks great in that absurd top. I told her she is a foxy little bitch, and I told her to be proud of her foxy little bitch titties. She is, but I'll be damned if I'll tell he she is a foxy little slut and to be proud of her foxy little slut cunt. I see her panties are now history, and I can see what's coming next." "Uproot your country bumpkin thinking. Expand, Robin, expand." "Car, I can't, not that far." "I think you can. I think you can go a lot farther. I think you could watch a nigger fuck her without a rubber while you play with your pussy and beat my meat for me." "CARSWELL!" "I'll go one better. You love playing whore for the niggers so much. Let her play, only let her play for real. Hand your naked daughter to a nigger pimp and tell him to make a small fortune off her white ass, and don't worry about knocking the little bitch up. We'll find the bastard a good home, and we'll look after her when she's not making him a small fortune right here in her own little whore house and theater out in the stables." "You are insane if you think I'll let you do that, though I now see quite clearly that you are dead serious and hell bent on turning my daughter into a real whore with a real pimp who will get her real pregnant while we masturbate our heads off to the sight of her ballooning belly. Dream away, Car, but you are insane if you think you will ever see me masturbating to the sight of my naked Hillary walking about this estate with a belly that looks like she swallowed a beach ball with some nigger pimp's cum running down her legs." "Am I? I don't think so. I know your mouth will give me shit, but I have learned not to listen to your mouth. You have a better way of telling me you'll go along. You'll let me reach between your legs and feel your pussy. [He reached; he felt; he kept on feeling] Yes, the pussy never lies. You'll give me all the encouragement I need by letting me feel this pussy of truth. That's it Robin, talk to me with your pussy. Give me hope and encouragement. Yeah, baby, I'm getting the message, but you can do better. Give me confidence to keep pushing you and ignoring your idle threats. Ease my mind, Robin. That's it. Show me that you will always give me free access to your cunt so that I can ease my mind and know that you are still behind me all the way. Will you at least do that?" Robin had her dress pulled up, her legs bowed out, her cunt tilted up, and was grinding her cunt on his fingers while passionately saying, "Yes...YES, I will always let you feel my cunt. My cunt never lies. You need access to the truth, because I will lie, and will try to discourage you, and will make idle threats. Just feel my cunt, Car. Just feel my cunt. You always get your way by feeling my cunt and ignoring what I say. I don't see how this could be any different, but I can see being difficult. That should not discourage you. Nothing else ever has. Simply reach for the cunt. You will not only feel the truth, I will tell you the truth. I'll tell you how best to deal with me when I'm in my right mind and how best to handle Hillary to get what you want out of her. I can't guarantee results, but I will give my honest opinion. When you have me like this, I am on your side." "Interesting, so, give me your honest opinion. Tell me how best to deal with you in your right mind." "Don't. You never have to. Go for the cunt and work it. Even in my right mind, even in front of Hillary, I will not deny you access. Work me up and deal with the me that comes out. That me will at least be honest, uninhibited, and want to work withyou." "Okay, now, how do I deal with Hillary? I want to fuck her, cum in her pussy, and knock that little bitch up. Let's startthere." "You're doing everything right so far. You have her feeling pretty and sexy. She knows you want her. Telling her there were good child molesters and bad child molesters was excellent. You undid in one breath a lifetime of hard conditioning. Good molesters make a girl feel good; bad molesters make a girl feel bad. Good molesters love little girls; bad molesters hate little girls. That made a lot of sense to her, a lot more than the garbage I have been feeding her. She knows you are a good one. I haven't contradicted anything you told her." "Does she want to get fucked?" "No, that scares her. She knows how big you are. Whitie is bigger. Buying that horse was a stroke of pure genius. She will eventually fuck herself. When she can handle Whitie, she'll want you. She'll find a way to let you know when she's ready. My honest advice is, let her come to you. Wait." "How can I get her to take the seed?" "That'll be tough. The best way might be to simply give her the seed and the problem of how to get rid of it. I wouldn't force anything on her, but it isn't too hard to have accidents in the heat of passion. When you have one, apologize. Say you are sorry, but she is so sexy you lose your mind. She'll forgive you - each and every time." "I'm impressed. That was not only honest, that was wise. Now, after I fuck your daughter, what kind of reaction can I expect from right-mind Robin? Right-mind Robin does worry me. The two of you are two entirely different people. I feel like giving you your own name, something more fitting." "You are right. We are like two different people. Use my slut alter ego, Kitten. In college, they called me Kitten Carter, the little pussy. We also had Cat Carter, big pussy known for her love of fist fucking. Sometimes Kitten steps up a little and Robin steps back a little, but you get me worked up like this, you are dealing with pure Kitten. Pure Kitten is pure honesty." "All right, Kitten, what can I expect from Robin after she finds out I'm fucking her daughter?" "First, be aware that Robin is with us, so she knows everything I know and vice versa. I am not a true split personality case. Playing with the pussy just brings Kitten to the forefront and makes Robin step back." "I understand, but since I can't spend my life playing with the pussy, and Robin will be in the fore most of the time, I want to know what kind of Robin I'll have to deal with." "She won't like this one damn bit, but she knew this was coming. She saw all the signs. If she couldn't handle that, she could have ended this relationship, or undid all the good work you've done. She hasn't tried and she even lends her support as she did with the foxy little bitch thing. On top of that, she keeps leaving Hillary alone with you. She knows you need that time alone with her to get any serious child molesting done. You had her all day today. She is not at all sure you didn't fuck her or get her to do something with the pony. She is curious, so tell her. I will know better how to advise you after sensing her reaction." "All right. We are getting into heavy petting. I play with her pussy; she plays with and sucks my cock. I got her to play with the pony and do a little sucking, but she is cum shy, yucky stuff. She likes jacking us off, but she wouldn't want that stuff in her mouth. She also knows she can get pregnant and she worries when I poke my dick in her pussy that it might go off and squirt some in. She feels more comfortable with me poking her in the ass. I can cram four inches up her ass, but after she gets a strong cramp, that's all she wants. I can then jackoff, and she loves when I piss up her ass. She loves that and wants me to do all of my pissing up her ass. We have been at that for over a week, now. She keeps her ass loose and greased up and doesn't wear panties. She looks for my piss signal, then we slip away. Three minutes and she'll have it all. She'll try to carry it, but she sometimes has to dash. I have given her a few cum squirts in the pussy with an apology. She does forgive. That's about it." "That was more than Robin was ready to hear. Pissing in her daughter did not set well with her, and she wasn't quite ready for the reality of you cumming in Hillary. She didn't think you were serious about that." "What about you?" "If she likes it, fill 'er up. Give her anything she likes in spades. Whatever makes her feel good makes you look good. It sounds to me like you aren't pushing anything on her and are backing off of anything she finds disagreeable. That would be my advice. You can expect a ration of shit from Robin. I can't be sure she won't take Hillary and end this. She might do that." "I didn't want to risk that." "I didn't either, but I didn't think you were doing that shit. Hillary doesn't look or act like she has been getting that deep into a sex education. Today was the first indication that anything did happen, and that didn't look too serious. I thought she may have jacked the pony off or let him lick her naked pussy. I saw that she had no panties on, but this was the first time I noticed. My observations are the same as Robins, we just react to them differently." "Okay, Kitten, so how do I salvage this fuckup. Robin means a great deal to me, more than this thing with her kid. I think I love her...and you...the two of you. I'll back off, stop, mend, alter, whatever it takes to keep her in my life. Kitten, please, tell me how to fix this." Kitten smiled and said, "You just fixed it, you silver-tongued devil. She just needed to know you had true feelings for her and weren't just using her to get at Hillary. She does want you to ease off a bit, mostly to give her a chance to catch up and adjust. She knows where you are going and she knows you'll get there, but if you want her to come along and be there with you when you get there, you have to bring her along at her pace, at least a pace she can handle. She is the one you want to see masturbating to this thing you want to do with Hillary. I'll masturbate to anything right now." "No, it is Robin I want. Actually, what I really want is the merging of Robin with Kitten to produce a seamless Robin Kitten. I would marry that woman. I swear I would." "We would like to merge and be married to a rich, fun, exciting man like you. She won't ever be that honest. She acts like she wouldn't and doesn't care about your money, but I am telling you she dreams of nothing else. She honestly doesn't give a fuck about your money, but I do. I am shallow and I love shiny stuff. For ten grand, I'd sell you that little slut...Ouch. Robin just kicked me." Carswell laughed and said, "She should. Her little slut is worth a hell of a lot more than ten grand. Her pimp will clear that much in one month off pony shows alone. He'll pull in ten grand just from niggers who want to fuck her sexy white ass. He'll get rich, but he won't get it all. The house gets fifty percent." "Personally, I hope you make a killing, but Robin is shocked. A little too much openness and honesty this early. You lie so well. Do more of that. She wants to believe your lies." "I want her to know my full intentions. I fully intend to turn her daughter into a real whore, then keep her barefoot, pregnant, and productive for as long as possible, at least until she's eighteen, then I'll give her a life, a sweet life, college, opportunity, the works. She's going to have to hustle her ass off for it, but it will be there and she will still have her ass in good shape. There is a pot of gold waiting for her at the end of the rainbow, but she can't get it by quitting when her ass gets tired. She also needs to get over her hang-up about yucky stuff. She'll be raised on the stuff, horse, dog, and human yucky stuff." "Good stuff, high in protein, builds breasts and makes the skin oh so soft. She does admire my big breasts and super soft skin." "Tell her how you got them by nursing on horse dicks." "I did jack a few off and tasted some. Horse cum isn't bad, kinda sweet, like this vegetarian guy I used to date and suck off. As you know, I don't care for the taste of semen, but I did like his and that was because his reminded me of the horse cum I used to lick off my hands." "Tell her you drank from the spigot for years, daily. She has been told that Whitie is a stud pony and is used to getting off twice a day. Taking care of him means grooming, washing, and getting him off, and they hate seeing their seed spilled on the ground. I am trying to get her to suck him while she jacks him, but she won't. She'll try to catch it in her other hand, but most gets spilled. That fucking pony cums about a cup twice a day." "A full grown horse doesn't cum a cup once a day." "Yes, but this pony was bred to be a bestiality freaks pony. He has been cumming twice a day ever since he could cum. The fucker has balls like a bull." "I noticed. Robin noticed. Robin will be the one talking to her. She knows what you want. She'd like to help, but that's a big bill to fill. She is afraid she'll freeze up again. I'm afraid she will, too. If I could get Robin to play with her pussy, I could come up and help her out, but doing that in front of Hillary will be a very big bill and big deal. Masturbation has never been discussed and simply does not exist." "It does now, and she has become a huge fan and knows you do it to excess, do it all the time, and love having people watch you do it. She thinks that is really neat and she'd love to watch you do it. She'd love to get a good look at your pussy and swears she would lick it if you let her. She doesn't think pussy is yucky unless there is yucky stuff in it. She likes her own and knows Whitie likes it and I love it. That kid loves having her pussy licked by a good child molester, a dog, or a pony. More than anything, she'd like to see her mommy lick it after finding out that her mommy likes licking other little girls." "I'd lick it, but Robin won't. I am telling Robin that if she'll just masturbate me up, I'll lick that little slut until her toes curl. Ouch...she wants me to stop calling her little darling a little slut." "She had better get used to it. We're not grooming her to be anyone's little darling. I want that little darling of hers groomed to be a nigger's little whore, and I expect Robin to do the grooming. She can go at her own pace, but I want to see steady progress, or I will pick up the pace and she'll have to try to stay up." "That didn't upset her, so she is with you so far. She'll try to keep up, but if you feel you must pick up the pace, she'll present the pussy so you can bring me up. She means it. That's a good sign. She's in this for the long haul and is willing to go all the way....This is Robin talking now and Robin is offering you pussy. Make me cum, Car, please make me cum! I'll be good, Car. I'll bring Kitten up to help me. You'll get your little nigger whore, and she'll be a good little nigger whore. Make all the money you want. Fuck her all you want. Piss in her ass all you want. Knock her up and she'll stay knocked up. She's your whore. I'm just the mommy." He made her cum, then made her go back to spend more stable time with her daughter. Talk. Bond. Mitigate. Call on Kitten. * * * Robin returned to the indoor stable, which was nicer than their old apartment. The concrete floors were even cleaner. Robin looked for signs of spilled semen the last time she came out but saw none. Then again, Hillary had just washed Whitie and the floors had just been hosed. Robin wanted to sneak a peek at Hillary when she thought no one was in the stable with her, so Robin eased in and moved to a viewing position. She arrived just as Hillary moved in front and lifted her short skirt to offer Whitie a naked pussy to lick. He did like that pussy, and she put it right up there with her knees bowed and pelvis tilted up, the skirt well out of the way so that she could watch him lick. Robin needed to see this to be sure she was doing the right thing. She still didn't trust Carswell. She still couldn't believe those things he said about Hillary. She could not be that sexual, but indeed, she was and looked adorable, barefoot in her foxy little bitch top and tiny pleated skirt, a new skirt so ridiculously short that noticing she had no panties on didn't require a good lapping lick from a pony. Not saying anything about that shocking new outfit was more difficult than a horny pony treating her like a mare in season. After a few minutes of watching, Robin was sure that Carswell hadn't lied or exaggerated. Hillary did want to get sexual. She was ready and getting readier. She was sexier and getting sexier. She got away with wearing that absurd outfit, and wearing it with a pony acting horny with her. Her mom didn't say a thing, or act upset, or give a disapproving look, so Hillary pressed her luck and let the pony lick and expose all he wanted to. Hillary was quite surprised and thrilled that those shocking things didn't seem to shock, draw a comment, or any dirty looks, though she did look and looked a lot. She saw a lot of pussy licking and didn't say a word. Hillary thought that was really neat, even better than getting the okay to wear the top without a bra. Hillary now had a new outfit that was okay and almost naked. Maybe all the way naked would be okay, too. That would be neater and seemed quite possible after that weird encounter. Robin remained long enough to see Hillary move to the side and fondle the dick that all the licking brought out. That dick did fascinate her. She licked it and put it in her mouth, but not for long. Something made her spit, but then she did more licking. She had a short stool like a milking stool and sat on the far side facing Robin, so Robin saw a good beaver while Hillary fawned over the cock. Robin couldn't help but admire that juicy little clam. As a new fan of the vagina, it wasn't hard to view that one as a disembodied organ of rare beauty. Somehow, she would have to give that sexy little pussy a licking. Somehow, Kitten would have to be called up. That wouldn't be difficult if she could just play with her pussy in front of Hillary. That would bedifficult. Robin started to get up, but stopped when she saw Hillary start playing with her pussy. This would help, so she stayed and watched. Yes, Hillary was into the sport, and good at it. She fingered her hole and rubbed her clit while holding onto the dick. She liked fingering and rubbing equally, but it soon became obvious that the fingering had a purpose, to enlarge the hole. She used three fingers and then tried fitting the dick. She would finger herself hard, try the dick, do some clit rubbing, more fingering, make another attempt at getting the dick in, then go through the cycle again. She eventually did get the dick in, but what an effort. She had three inches in but was exhausted. Robin smiled at a very provocative picture, one she never thought she'd see, or want to see again and again. Robin soon wanted to see full and complete intercourse and see it in a crowd of masturbating black men. Robin had stroked Kitten up. That had something to do with it, but the lines between Robin and Kitten were already beginning to blur. Robin saw that as a good sign if she were to get something going with Carswell. Robin spent most of her life suppressing Kitten. She now needed her. Kitten had always been a problem. She was now a solution. A merging did seem quite possible. Robin eased away and returned to the door she entered through. This time, she made a commotion, coughed, and called out, "Hillary, are you still in here?" Robin heard the scramble and a shook vice answer, "Yes. I was just doing some grooming." Robin held back her smile and come in slowly. By the time she saw Hillary, she was up brushing the full tail and had hurriedly slid the stool out of the loin area, tipping it over. That was the clatter she heard. The round stool was still rolling as Robin came over. She ignored the stool that had Hillary worried, as though that might bring the question, "Why is that stool rolling away from the underbelly if you were up and in the rear grooming a tail? What were you doing down there, Hillary? Answer me." Hillary's red face said she expected that question and her mind raced for a good answer, but the expected question never came. Her mom did look at the pony's wet dick, still hanging but no longer rigid. This time she openly stared. She didn't do that last time, nor make any comment, but this time, she said, "He sure stays out a great deal, doesn't he?" "Does he? I hadn't noticed." "Come on, Hillary, you had to notice. Don't you groom and wash the underbelly, too? I don't see how you could miss that unless you do it with your eyes closed, but then you are sure to run into it." Hillary blushed and sheepishly admitted, "Okay, I noticed, but I try not to notice." "Why, he's beautiful, so masculine. Don't you think so?" Her mom knelt and sat back on her heels for a closer look, which greatly surprised Hillary, who came and knelt beside her to see what she would do. Hillary said, "Well, he is a boy pony. I guess they are all like this, aren't they?" "I don't know a great deal about ponies, but I don't think so. He seems very special in the penis department, and look at the size of his balls. I have seen fully grown stallions with smaller balls." Not only did her mom say the term balls but she placed her hand under them and cupped each one, hefting them. In awe, Hillary said, "They are pretty big balls." "Do you wash his balls, too?" "Car...Mr. Blake said wash everything, so I wash everything, balls and all." "You can call him Car. You two must be intimate enough by now to be on a first-name basis. [eyes popped oh-shit wide] Don't worry. I'm not going to pry, but he is an admitted child molester and you are an admitted child. He has had ample time alone with you, and I would not expect him to leave a sexy young thing like you alone just because you are my child. You are my child, but you are his foxy little bitch. I see he has made you even foxier. He is one of the good ones, so I'm not concerned. He'll make you foxier still when he takes away the top and the skirt. I'll bet you thought I'd try to pry all the juicy details out of you, didn't you?" Hillary was stunned, but pleasantly so. She smiled and said, "Well, I thought you might after you saw me in this foxy little bitch outfit. I was sure you would when you saw me walking around naked. You're right, he does want me foxier. He wants me naked all the time even when he has company over. I knew you wouldn't allow that." "No, you are entitled to your freedom, and a good sexual molester is hard to come by. You two can decide for yourselves what you want to do and how far to go. If you get pregnant, you get pregnant. It's not the end of the world. I don't mind giving Car his time alone with you. He appreciates that and the fact that I don't lay down any rules or guidelines. I thought I should check with you to see if you appreciate that, too. Do you?" Hillary clearly could not believe this but was not about to look a gift child molester in the dick, or a mother who would allow her to mix and mingle with grownups without any clothes on - all the way naked - WOW! She said, "Yes." "Are there any rules or guidelines you want laid down?" This just got weirder and weirder, but Hillary liked this weirdness, especially now that her mom was pumping Whitie's dick and getting him good and hard. Hillary said, "No, not really." "Good, because I would hate to go back to him with a list of thou-shalt-nots. That would spoil things for him. You can bet that everything on the thou-shalt-not list would become what he wanted to do most." Hillary could not believe that her mom was casually jacking Whitie off. Hillary couldn't take her eyes off that while saying, "I know one thing he wants to do most - get me pregnant. That should be on a thou-shalt-not list, but if that will make him want it more, I think he'd be impossible to stop. What do you think?" "I think you're right. I wanted to get you on the pill but he asked me not to. I promised I wouldn't and figured I'd let you two work that out. I could put that on the thou-shalt-not list, but I think that would get you pregnant. I know this, and you need to know this. If he does get you pregnant, you'll stay pregnant. He already secured a promise from me to let mother nature take its course." "Wow...that's heavy. I hope you know it's getting really hard to keep him from squirting his stuff inside my...my...." "Pussy?" Hillary smiled and said, "Yes, my pussy. He likes to put his...his..." "Cock?" She smiled bigger and said, "Yes, his hard cock inside my pussy. We don't...we don't..." "Fuck?" Big grin: "Right, we don't fuck. He puts his cock in my pussy and does like you are doing to Whitie. Why are you doing that to Whitie?" "Car said he is a stud pony and studs have to be jacked off. He said twice a day, but we only got ours off once a day." "You did this to a pony?" "No, a horse, a stallion. For five years all through high school this was one of my chores, every day except on a breeding day. I gathered eggs, milked the goat, and sucked the horse off." "WHAT! You sucked!" "Yes, how do you do it without spilling any?" "I don't. I mean, I do spill some. You suck?" "Yes. That is the best way. That leaves no mess, no spillage, the animal likes that best, feels more natural to them, plus you don't waste any. You get all the rich protein that makes breasts grow large and gives the skin a silky smooth tone." "Oh, yuck, you drink it!" "Of course I drink it. Have you tasted any?" "NO!...YUCK!...What does it taste like?" "Sweet, rich, creamy. At least our horse did. I think they all taste pretty much the same. They all eat the same thing - hay and oats. I met one man in my life who tasted as good as horse and he was a strict vegetarian. Dogs and people who eat meat, aren't anywhere near as good as horse." "You tasted dog?" "A few. I won't go out of my way to suck off a dog, but I have done it to amuse a lover who was into that sort of thing - sucked and fucked. I've done both to amuse Car quite a few times. He likes treating me like a bitch to amuse his friends." "Yeah, he told me but I didn't believe him. Car told me lots of things I didn't believe, but I guess I should if that was true." "You can believe anything Car told you or anything he tells you. He can get me to do anything he wants me to do, and he has exotic tastes in everything, sex especially." "I know. He wants me to do it...you know, dogs. When he says foxy little bitch, he means bitch as in female dog." "I knew that when I first saw you in that top. I am his big bitch; you are his little bitch. You should try it. You might like dog. Some do, some don't. I just got used to horse and have a strong preference for the vegetarian variety. Meat eaters are a little too strong for my taste, but I think all sperm is good for a girl. So I've heard. The proof is in the titties, and feel how soft my skin is." Robin could see that Hillary wanted to feel skin. Thigh areas would be the choice choice, and she debated, but chose arm instead. Robin watched the soft, reverent stroking, then opened her top and placed the hand on a bare boob, saying, "Feel how soft my titties are." This was a dream come true. Both hands took both titties and felt them up good. They went beyond feeling into fondling as Hillary said, "Wow, sperm does make really great boobs." "Sperm is good stuff." "It's not all good for a girl to get in her pussy - not people sperm." "Well, that's between you and your sexual molester. I'm staying completely out of that relationship, kiddo." Still playing with boobs, Hillary said, "Mom, you are blowing my mind. How can you stay completely out? The man you are going with wants to take off all my clothes and fuck me every chance he gets. Every time you turn you back he puts his cock in me somewhere." "I haven't heard you complain." "I won't. I like it anywhere. I like it best when we have time to get naked and try it everywhere, but why would you not care?" Ignoring the boob play, Robin said, "I was young once, too, you know. I know how it is, and you found a good molester. Those are rare and this may not last. Who knows, but while it does, I have no intention of spoiling a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you, and I don't want to spoil it for him, either. This relationship that I have with Car will last longer if I let him fully enjoy this foxy little bitch he has. I'm willing to give him all the time he wants, no strings, no conditions, no rules, no thou-shalt-nots, full freedom to enjoy you to the fullest. Doesn't that make any sense to you? Don't you want it that way?" While tweaking both nipples, Hillary said, "Yeah, sure. I love it that way. I don't mind one bit, not if you don't. If you don't mind, I'll go ahead and let him cum in my pussy all he wants to - fuck it and cum in it. The only reason I didn't was because I thought you'd freak if I got pregnant." "Honey, pussies are for fucking, and guys like to cum in a pussy that they fuck. They like cumming in fertile pussy on a girl who doesn't care. If you want to make a man like Car happy, throw your legs wide, grip your inner thighs, open yourself up, and beg for every inch of cock and every drop of sperm deep in your pussy." Hillary beamed a great big smile and said, "That's how I'll do it from now on, then, but I can't get much of his cock in. I want it all the way in, and I want him to fuck me with it all the way in. I want him to cum real deep and feel his balls tight against my ass while he is squirting his sperm into my pussy." "You could. Practice with Whitie. Get to where you can take all of Whitie, then you can surprise Car by taking all of him." Eyes wide, still with boobs in her hands, Hillary said, "You mean fuck with Whitie?" "Sure, why not? He can't get you pregnant. If you can't suck him, you should fuck him. I had no choice. I couldn't fuck the stallion. That stool looks like it would do fine as a butt perch. You should try it." "I did, and I got him in." "Really! Well, congratulations. How much?" "About as wide as your hand." "Almost four inches. You are a third of the way there." "Do you think I could get it all in?" "I'm sure you could if you work at it. Pussies are incredibly elastic organs, but they need stretching." "I know, and mine is. Car sure stretched it a bunch." "Let's see." Robin reached under Hillary's ass and sent a surprise finger up Hillary's pussy, throwing Hillary up on her knees against the horse. Hillary was in no way prepared to get finger fucked by her mother, but once she was, she didn't want that to stop. She also tried to make her startled leap look like an intentional repositioning to offer her mom a better pussy to finger-fuck - and lick if she wanted to. Robin found this wanton inviting pose amusing. She gave Hillary a good two-finger fucking, then brought those fingers to her mouth with Hillary watching. She sucked and made a pleasing face, saying, "Uhhmm, yummy." She then leaned over and thoroughly licked a very excited little girl who quickly got in a good lick position with her head and chest on the concrete, knees wide, cheeks pulled wide. Robin licked the fuck out of that girl, going over the entire presented area and deep probing both holes. She licked the piss out of that girl, literally, and licked at pissing pussy, then sucked on a pissing pussy, nursed out an orgasm, and then lapped that mess out. Mommy liked that meal so much she sucked down another one and ate that for desert. The mother totally wasted the daughter, and the mother could not believe how easy this had all been. Car would be thrilled with all she had accomplished when she didn't give much hope of doing much more than get them talking openly. Hillary was about ready to hand over to a nigger and be put to work, but there was still work that needed to be done - training, conditioning. No problem, now. Robin had Hillary in that position for close to twenty glorious minutes while masturbating, and Hillary got to see a lot of that. Hillary saw her mom cum twice, too. That was neat, but pissing while her mom ate her, that was the ultimate. Again, Car was right, she would keep right on licking and sucking - licking, sucking, swallowing, slurping, sipping, lapping, drinking pee like she liked it. Hillary didn't think she could do that to her mother, let pee dribble out while she was licking pussy, but she had to find out. She just had to, and when she found out that Car hadn't lied, that excited little girl sprang a serious leak in major dribbles, squirts, gushers, and stingy dribbles that her mom had to beg for with a sucking mouth. Hillary loved making her mom beg, then giving her a stingy squirt and hearing how happy that made her to get some. Her mom loved the stuff, absolutely loved her piss. Robin knew quite well how to humor a leaky child. She also knew how to make one cum and blow the top of her head off. She knew how to make a meal out of girlie cum, then act like one wasn't enough and then force another on the exhausted kid. When you eat a girl, you EAT a girl. Robin never forgot that sage advice that was never more sage than when applied to her own tasty little morsel. Robin did waste that little whore, and she gave that wasted whore one good all over lapping, then gave the fanny a smack and said, "Get up here, girl. We have a pony to get off. I am not going to do your job for you. If you want to keep this pony, you learn to care for him properly. I better never hear of another spilled drop, young lady." Dreamy-eyed, Hillary rolled to her back, looked to her mom and made a weak smile, saying, "You ate me alive." "If you don't get up, I'll suck a big mouthful of pony cum and kiss it into your cunt, then you'll know what being eaten alive feels like." "I dare you. I double dog dare you." "Oh, you dare me, do you?" "Yes, and get naked, and play with your pussy, and do it where I can see it good." "Would you like my pussy to drip pussy slobber in your face while I do it?" "YES! I want to see everything real good. Get real close and I'll even lick it. I'll suck on it for you." Robin got out of her dress, then sat under the pony and placed her cunt in Hillary's face, holding the lips open with one hand, while saying, "How's this? Can you see everything?" "Yes, really good. Now I want to see you play with it and finger it while you are sucking on his cock. Let me see you suck on it. Suck a lot of horsie cum out...oh yeah, you suck good. He likes the way you suck. Your pussy sure likes it when you suck on a pony. Your pussy sure gets wet and gooey...uhhmm, and it tastes like horny pussy, too...uhhmm, yummy. This tastes just like whore pussy, and I know what whore pussy tastes like. Car makes me taste myself so that I'll know what whore pussy tastes like. Uhhmm, you taste just like a whore, a horny whore...uhhmm, yes, yummy. OH YES, SUCK HARD, MOM!" Robin sucked a firehose until her cheeks ballooned, and that was with the tip at her lips to allow room inside. The taste was awfully familiar. She wanted to swallow but had a very excited girl getting her pussy in position to receive the offering. Robin pressed her lips to the turned-up pussy and filled her little bitch: "OH WOW!" Oh wow was right, but the real "OH WOW" came when the mother began lapping that wad out. The fascinated child could only watch in awe, but she soon wanted to try some and got it in a French kiss. "I LIKE IT! Give me more!" And so, they got over the yucky hurdle. Sperm would never soil the floor again, no kind of sperm. That was good stuff, sperm - nothing yucky about sperm. Hillary wanted to try a mutt, then a dose of Car. She became a cum nut in one easy session. Robin left Hillary sprawled under the pony and returned to the study naked. This time, she took Car's book away and sat in his lap crossways wearing an I-did-great smile. He could see that and he could smell it. Success was in her sticky kiss. He smiled as she said, "I've done my part. The rest is up to you. You need to pick up the pace, buster. I'm already getting bored." He gazed upon this lovely vision with the warmest loving eyes, then said with the deepest sincerity, "Robin, Kitten, I love you both with all my heart and soul as I have never loved any split bitch in my life. Will you white-trash sluts be my wife?" She smiled just as warmly and lovingly and said, "I can only answer for one because there is only one in here." "The answer, please?" "Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes. Yes, I will marry you - on one condition." "Name it." "Adopt Hillary and treat her like your daughter. Give her a daddy she can call daddy and know that that man is HER daddy. You can be any kind of daddy you want to be, but she wants a daddy, and she wants you. Car, Hillary adores you." "Honey, I would be deeply honored to give that child my name and be her daddy. I love her dearly. I think you know that." "I do. For a while I thought you only loved her. That hurt, but I was happy for her. I knew you loved her dearly, and that was why you got away with anything and everything, you child-molesting pervert." "Smile when you say that." "I always smile when I say that. You are the only pervert who could ever make me smile...all the way to the bank...oops...that was Kitten." "No, that was just a plain honest slip. That was the poor, white trash surfacing. I'll try to overlook that, but don't embarrass me in front of my wealthy friends by asking how much this shiny thing or that shiny thing costs. Do your serving, do your curtsy, then leave quietly." "Got it - serve, curtsy, leave - anything else?" "Yes. When we ask you to eat your young, don't act put-out or too proud. Show no motherly concern whatsoever, just act famished and devour the bitch." "Devour the bitch - got it. Eat her hole and make her squirm." "You've got it. You did it, didn't you." "I ate the piss out of her, then ate the horse-fuck out of her." "How did the horse-fuck get in her pussy?" "Oral transfer, but it looked so good, she ate herself. She is all over her yucky problem, and she can now lick her own ass. She wanted me to get her a mutt, so here I am. Care for a blowjob?" He smiled warmly and kissed her passionately. The rest is a three-way love story with a very happy ending. Hillary went on to college, then law school, became a lawyer, and married a man who became president, a man much like her daddy. The End Did you like this story? Do you want more? Spend a little money and have it ALL! Check out the SALE currently at Phantom Base. Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com/ CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open sores or small cuts. 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