Jen s Story
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Another unpublished 2008 story updated and uploaded following a request from a reader who likes my earlier work better!
Jen, A Pony-Girl Story
"She certainly is a beauty Jack" Phil Reilly agreed.
Jack Newbold gazed lovingly at her long swan neck so supremely elegant in the dazzling white backless ball gown she wore as his partner at the Pony-club Ball.
"Yes Phil she is," Jack agreed.
Phil turned and spoke seriously to him, "But not a winner"
Phil had an eye for these things, Phyllis Reilly, statistically the all time most successful Pony-girl trainer in America,
Phil continued, "You pay top dollar for my time Jack but I can only do so much."
"But Phil," Jack pointed out, "Jenny came second in deportment, she is an amateur, Phil, it's unprecedented"
"Yes, she's good Jack," Phil agreed, "Fantastic actually, by far the best I have trained, but the occasional evening and Saturday is all I have, and the other girls she competes against are in full time training, guys don't work in an office all week and play pro football on Saturday, and this is the same. I have done all I can but I don't get the time to get the details right."
Jack looked at Phil, and again at Jenny, Jennifer, his PA and fianc?e, whirling around the dance floor in a Viennese waltz, talking and dancing with owners so soon after her near triumph.
"I need a win Jack," Phil reminded him.
"I know Phil," Jack agreed, "Second is no good to you, its that top step"
"I can't force you," Phil admitted.
"What exactly could you do differently with more time?" he asked.
"Arms, she can't get her elbows together," Phil suggested, "The lashing looks wrong, ugly that's where she loses points, with training she would be so much more elegant."
"How about if she came straight from work?" he suggested.
"She would find it too much," Phil explained, "No she needs to be in full time training, or back off, accept she is just making the numbers up and I'll find someone else to work with."
"Show me the barn again," Jack requested.
They left the genteel gathering it the high oak panelled Ballroom, the small orchestra playing, the rich and elegant members dancing, diamonds glittering, against thousand dollar suits, down interminable passage ways to emerge into the cool night air, the Gravel crunched as they crossed the moonlit yard, an owl hooted in the distance.
They rang for the watchman and looked idly back at the Grecian columns framing the front entrance to the mansion and the incongruous Art Deco ball room add on they had so recently left.
A voice on the intercom, "Yes"
"Phyllis Reilly and Jack Newbold to see Oriel"
"Come on in," the voice replied.
The lock clicked and the handle was suddenly free, they walked in. A typical high airy American Horse barn, hard concrete floor, the rows of stalls with blue painted top and bottom stable doors, A guy in blue coveralls beckoned.
They walked towards him past the doors to the individual stalls, sound of rustling and breathing indicated many were still occupied.
"Hi. how is she," Phil asked as she saw the young stable lad who answered the intercom.
"Fine, disappointed of course," he replied.
"Does she understand what she did wrong?" Phil asked.
"I guess so, you're the trainer," he replied.
"Here she is." he announced as he opened the top element of the door.
Oriel stood passive, her back to them, Jack noted her arms brought behind her back and bound tightly together from wrist to elbow, now in her training tack, the tarnished brass and worn leather no head dress plumes or tail, but still the high polish of her boots the task of fitting and removing them not to be undertaken lightly.
"Hi Oriel" Phil stroked her shoulder, "are you disappointed/"
Twice she stamped her left foot.
"Do you want to talk," Phil asked.
She replied with a very firm single stamp.
"Do you need a cock?" Phil asked.
She stamped twice, Phil looked at Jack quizzically,"It would mean a lot to her," she said.
"But she is filthy!" he replied. Her dung on the stall floor and the stains on her buttocks showed where his concerns lay.
"Quiet," Phil ordered, "Either you help her or it will have to be my riding crop."
The young stable lad in blue coveralls coughed quietly, "I have a bucket of warm water and a sponge if you wish to mount her sir."
"Thank you," Jack replied, "Yes Mrs Reilly will attend to her while I adjust my dress."
Jack felt strangely self conscious as he watched the young man carefully soaping Oriel's rump and legs and the exquisite care with which he cleaned the soft folds of her rather pronounced lower lips, Oriel's breathing had deepened and Jack sensed the love Jenkins felt for his charge, and saw how she responded.
"Is there anything going on between those two Phil?" Jack asked.
The young guy blushed bright crimson, but before he could deny anything Phil laughed. "I don't know but by the size of that bulge he sure wants to!"
The coveralls strained, as the young man stood aside, to allow Phil access to his charge and Oriel squealed in delight as the handle of the riding crop loosened up her vagina while with her other hand Mrs Reilly caressed her nipples,
"She is hot and ready for you," Phyl suggested.
Oriel bent over offering her rump to him, "I think she wants you, ah." Jack suggested to the stable lad.
"Jenkins sir," The lad explained.
"It's against policy. Jack." Phil warned but Jack over-ruled her.
"I guess we can make an exception here, if you want to, Jenkins?" he suggested.
"Yes sir, thank you sir." Jenkins agreed.
"Get on with it then," Phil suggested as she handed Jenkins a condom and as she watched Jenkins undid a few buttons and pushed his shorts aside to release his manhood. he pulled her part way from the stall so she could bend forward displaying herself to him properly and he grasped her round the waist and prepared to enter her, he was tempted to use the smaller tighter hole but ploughed instead into her waiting cunt and started to pleasure her.
"I dreamed of this Oriel." he whispered in her ear as he humped into her
Jack remembered her when he had first known Oriel, she had been an office junior, and before his father had seen her potential and paid for full time training, they had snatched brief moments of sex in the stationary store, long ago now, before his father's accident. He watched as Jenkins cupped her breasts in his hands, nicely rounded, not to big so as to sag. maybe a B cup but it was long since she had worn anything so whimsical as a bra; leather, leather corset. leather boots leather straps, and a silver plated bit, the uniform of the Ponygirl showed off her bronzed flesh.
"It must be three years now" Jack muttered.
"Yes Jack, and just one third place," Phil reminded him, "She needs her thighs done again, and she forgot the routine, perhaps we should accept she will never be more than a supporting act, a good looking one. Jen is our best prospect by far if only we could get her arms right, her elbows together."
Jack watched Jenkins thrust into Oriel with renewed vigour and was gratified to see how Oriel ground back equally as hard, her muscles milking his rock hard cock, "I'm coming Oh god oh gosh" Jenkins squealed as his face contorted in ecstasy.
He pulled out staggering backwards, Phil grasped his member pulling off the condom and wiping it with wet then dry cloths, he stiffened, once more to his embarrassment then the the same thought crossed their minds together, then a shake of the head.
"No leave her." Jack ordered. "I think we should consider asking young Jenkins to keep her satisfied if she performs well, how about it?"
"I got carried away sir." he apologised.
"No, you did well,"Jack reassured him, but unless Oriel improves she will have to be retrained as a girl, maybe you are the guy to help her through the changes?"
"I guess," he said expectantly.
"See she much more content now," Jack observed, "do you want Jenkins to fuck you regularly?"
Oriel stamped twice, gently.
Jack smiled, Ponygirls were his father's passion, the family tradition indeed but for the war his Grandmother would have been all America champion 1942. and his Mother had been a very successful amateur.
Jack now handled the stud's affairs, his father watched from his bed since the stroke, but Jack's dilemma was desperate, his fiancee, was possibly the best natural pony girl of all time and if trained she could clean up the next season but untrained she could be his wife right now.
"We need wins, Jack," Phil reminded him, "The operation is barely breaking even, we need results, Fifty Thousand for second Two Hundred and Fifty thousand for the win Jack, that's the difference."
A transport arrived and they watched as the pony-girls were let out of their stalls one by one and led up the tailgate ramp to be secured, each girl in her own tailored foam insert, exactly matching her breasts, with a chin rest and straps, often he girls travelled lying on their fronts but this one had them leaning forward, but strapped in.
"Thats Colin's string," Phil explained, "Achante missed a hurdle or she would have beaten Jen."
Jack sat on a straw bale, "I don't know, I sleep with her Phil," he explained.
"No shortage of wlling replacements" Phil took his hand and placed it on her own warm crotch.
"I want her to have my babies," he added.
"Plenty of time," Phil observed, and they made their way back to the Ball.
Part 2.
"You are quiet."
Jack Newbold observed as Jennifer Fforbes, his PA drove her Corvette through the tortuous turns of the highway back to town.
"You were second overall, are you not pleased?" he asked
"And twenty seven places ahead of the next amateur" she smiled.
"Phil says it was the arms" he probed.
"Always why was I not first, never the success," she sighed.
"But you are so close, Jen," Jack observed
"I can't help it," Jen explained, "I need to work and that spoils my posture, and I like my work, I don't want to sacrifice that for transient success.
"You don't need to work, you will be paid to train," he assured her.
"What live like an animal? no thank you, I do this for you," she replied, "I think I do enough"
They drew up outside the apartment, "Are you putting the car away?" he asked
"No," she explained, "I want some time to myself, I will sleep at my own place."
He waved goodbye as she drove off.
He made his way to bed.
A clock struck Four A.M. he sat frustrated and concerned, he needed Jen here, in the apartment, taking his cock, he looked across at the big house, where an army of nurses ate the companies profits as they nursed his father.
He remembered a calling card, a street girl, a call girl, anytime she had said, call anytime, he dialled, "Its four fucking twenty what do you want," she replied.
"Hi its Jack one thirty two Greebe " he identified himself.
"House call is a hundred dollars and I can be with you in twenty minutes." she suggested.
"Make it ten," he ordered.
She arrived in ten, her tracksuit soaked with sweat despite the cool night air, she was no beauty, her wide snub nose fat lips, her huge tits sagging and heaving, her fat hips, but she was willing, willing to turn out in the middle of the night for him.
He sat by the door in his bath robe and as soon as she entered the hallway he was undressing her, the tracksuit spilled down round her ankles and his condom clad member speared easily within her voluminous cunt, her ebony skin gleamed and his pink Penis in its clear condom made a strange contrast as it pistoned in and out.
"What your name again," he asked.
"What ever you want it to be lover," she replied.
"Stay till morning?" he requested.
"I want breakfast," she countered.
"Of course, waffles?" he offered.
"Lovely" she agreed.
He stiffened again
"Anal is extra." she reminded him.
He reflected, Anal was not on the agenda with Jen, foreplay; one fuck, vaginal, position optional, then sleep, those were Jen's unwritten terms, yet here with a cheap street whore everything was available.
He woke around eight thirty and rang Jen, he got her answer machine, perhaps she had gone to training.
"Girl trouble huh," He turned as he heard the voice behind him,
"Come back to bed and forget her" she offered.
"I got Waffles," he offered.
"Later" she took his hand and led him away, he gazed at her sagging breasts, dirty short black hair, and her sopping wet cunt.
"How much extra is this" he asked.
"On the House, I guess you will be needing me real often from here on in"
He drove her home, to a street corner on the way to Church
SUNDAY
Sunday, Training day.
Phyllis rang, "She didn't show Jack"
"You maxed out anyway"
"But she missed a marker, Jack. She is becoming overconfident, she needs to revise"
"Well she spent the night at her own place and is not answering her phone."
"She didn't say where she was going"
" I guess she is probably with her parent's up at the lake, I will try their number and get back to you"
Jack rang the Oxbow lake number, Jen's father answered leaving Jack in no doubt that Jen was unhappy, overworked, undervalued and generally depressed, and no, his presence would not be welcome at the lake house.
The news was no surprise to Phil, "Its either proper training or I am out of here, it's my reputation"
Jack could only agree to talk to Jen again.
He took the Chrysler, the Lotus sat next to it built like a race car and ideal for the mountain roads, but Jack wanted to work off some anger, he cruised at a sedate 55 round bends more suited to 35, the tyres squealing engine just rumbling in a manner the lawmakers could never have envisaged when they posted the limit on the mountain road, he took the right fork, left led to Oxbow, right to Indian Bend. He drove slowly into the small town.
The Motel had vacancies, customers were scarce this time of year, he signed in and took a stroll, he found what he was seeking in the first bar, perhaps 20, the shortest of short leather skirts, silicone breasts, blonde hair from a peroxide bottle, blue eyes, the courtship took two minutes sealed with a twenty dollar note and they walked towards the lakeside.
It took another twenty for her warm moist panties to join his spare change in his jacket pocket and twenty more for her to lie in the forest at the roadside where he had a clear view across the lake to Oxbow, it was ironic, Jen pranced around naked in front of hundreds of people as a Ponygirl yet she would never do this.
The girl was as eager as he, she loved her job as much as she loved the money and was happy to agree when Jack suggested he upgrade the motel room to a double, he paid cash for the upgrade.
He drove back in the early morning, leaving the girl to take breakfast and check out, he never asked her name, he loved her briefly, now he had moved on a hundred dollars poorer.
He called at his apartment and changed, no messages, he was at the Office by nine.
Jennifer was there before him.
"We need to talk, Jack"
"Over Dinner?"
"No here after work," she suggested.
The day dragged, clearly she had made a decision,
The sounds of the five o'clock rush faded and Jack called Jen through to his Office, he sat on the edge of his desk as she came in. Graceful, like a gazelle or racehorse, and elegant in her cream business suit with her translucent white blouse adding a touch of naughtiness by revealing her black brassiere beneath.
She sat facing him.
"You wanted to talk?"
"Where are we going Jack?"
He shook his head,
"Up the aisle I guess, get married and have kids."
"But you seem obsessed with me as a Ponygirl."
"Jen remember the Ponygirl contacts are the bedrock of our Company, and yes, you are fantastic as a Ponygirl,"
"It's just words Jack"
"Your Dad said you needed a break, so I have arranged cover from next Monday if you need a few days to rest"
"You don't need me here?"
"Yes I of course I do but if you need a break"
"There is no passion Jack"
She stood to leave, he reached out to her catching her under her arms, he lifted her and reached out to kiss her.
"Put me down" she insisted.
He turned her so she stood against the desk and hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her skirt pulled it up to her breasts revealing her black thong and her bare thighs above her black self supporting stockings.
"No Jack"
He reached around behind her and taking his paper knife he sliced easily through the waistband of her thong sending it fluttering to the ground.
He moved to his own belt loosening it and his buttons and zipper to release his rampant tool,
"Jack the door's not locked"
"So who cares?" he queried.
"Oohh Jack"
He thrust fiercely into her, pounding her into the desk, and issed her passionately on the mouth, drawing blood.
"Oh god, Jack what came over you" she asked as he pulled out and spunk dripped over his expensive pants and down her legs.
"No passion you said." he reminded her.
She threw the ruined thong in the waste paper basket.
Jack watched her glide from the Office and then heard her leaving the building, he watched from the office window as she drove off in the Corvette.
He went down to the secretaries office, one girl alone remained,
"Hi you are Rebekah, am I right." he greeted her.
"Yes Mr Newbold," she replied brightly
"You are working late," he observed.
"Yes," she agreed.
"No eager waiting husband or boyfriend waiting for you?" Jack asked jovially.
"No sir!" she answered.
"Would you consider filling in for my PA Jen Fforbes," he asked, "She needs a break"
"What would that involve?" she enquired.
"Holding the fort stalling people the usual," he joked.
"Nothing else?" she enquired.
"Ah what have you heard," he asked.
"You expect, ah. comfort," she suggested.
"Is that a problem?" he asked.
"I guess not but don't tell my mom," she replied coyly.
"I won't if you don't." he reassured her.
He smiled, "Good that was easy, I will send personnel an email, Goodbye"
"Goodbye, sir, and thank you" she replied.
Jack thought when he had first met Jen, yes she was highly qualified supremely competent and the rest, but his father had picked her out for him for her perfect physique.
But that was ages ago and Jen had moved on from mild incredulity at the Ponygirl scene to visiting an event, to curiosity, and then competition, no one seriously expected her to be so good, but she was potentially world class.
He rang Phil, "I think we have to put her in training,"
"When do you think?" she asked.
"Thursday," he said decisively, "She is due for training on Thursday evening, just get her tacked up and go from there, I have arranged cover at work, so if that's Ok."
"Professional bit?" Phil enquired.
"Yes and a Tattoo, but no nipple piercings." he ordered.
"Navel and clit OK?" she asked.
"Yes," he confirmed.
Phil made notes.
"What about Oriel?" she asked.
"Yes, she is hopeless," Jack agreed, "Lets get her in rehab, then Jen can take Oriel's place.
TRAINING
Jen drove herself to Phil's place, the dirt road running up the side of the valley away from the highway and over the high ridge before plunging down to the ranch, the fields cut from the surrounding forests and the barns blended into the dramatic foothills while to the north the snow capped high mountains brooded.
Jen parked the Corvette in the Barn and walked over to the office, Phil was waiting, "Coffee?" Phil asked.
"No thanks," Jen replied.
"That was a wonderful performance on Saturday," Phil declared, "You nearly lost out when you missed a marker, and your posture was not quite perfect but hey, well done"
"I had to rest Sunday," Jen explained.
"I know," Phil explained, "We will just have a little try out round the Jumps this evening, in training tack I think, then we can have a chat"
She ushered Jen into the dressing room, Jen undressed, hanging her business suit neatly on a hanger then her blouse and underwear, finally sitting naked while Phil helped her on with the oh so tight fitting knee length boots, the Iconic Pony-girl footwear, shaped and braced for the weight to be on the ball of the foot where the moulded sole left the horse shoe imprint, the shape of a high heel yet no heel which so many found impossible to master, walk in even without jumping or running.
The broad leather belt around her waist came next then the harness under and over the base of her breasts fastened behind, then the wrists held in leather cuffs and her elbows and the problem, which should ideally touch yet hers were five inches apart at best, then the bridle, over the head with a ring at the back through which Phil expertly pulled Jens Hair making the pony tail.
The Tack had evolved, to suit the needs of professional top flight ponygirls but with aesthetics paramount, so the hands behind the back, elbows together covered by a leather sleeve, to which a tail is attached for competition, the breasts and crotch left bare to avoid chafing, and the bridle coming down between the eyes to the bit, a rubber bit between the teeth for amateurs but the metal bit behind the teeth for professionals, normally the rearmost lower teeth needed to be removed for this.
Girls needed to feel confident in the tack so Phil always insisted Girls Tack up for training, and ignored anyone casually watching, although this far off the highway strangers were unlikely.
Phil led her round the ring, dressage was always the same but the Jumps differed, not very high but the crowd did love a mishap sending a girl plunging into the sand tits first,
"You need to do a half stride out of four so you are right for five other wise fine, try it again, a half out of four then a half out of five to get back ready for six and that should be it." Phil explained, "Good Pony"
Jen looked at Phil, she usually said "Good Girl"
Jen looked forward to a shower and a diet coke then the drive home to snuggle up to Jack.
They made their way to the tack room, usually Phil slackened her bridle and removed the bit so they could discuss the events as they threaded through the crowd, but today she seemed preoccupied.
The tack room was on the end of the main barn, itself divided into a number of cubicles, stall where the full time Pony-girls lived, mainly former hookers and dropouts. Living like animals while their bank accounts swelled so they could get a decent re start in life,
"Oriel has left," Phil pointed to a Cubicle door swinging open, the cubicle barely a metre square with a treadle operated water hose and a drain in the floor, where Pony-girls spent the hours of darkness, harnessed to the overhead beams so they had to sleep standing to toughen up the ankle muscles. Phil guided her to the cubicle, "See."
Jen stared in disbelief at the nameplate on the door, "Newboldstud Jen," she mouthed as she read it.
"See you have been accepted for full time training, well done." Phil praised her.
Jen struggled and kicked, she needed to escape she had not agreed to this, a whip lashed suddenly she felt the sting on her buttocks and stood still in shock.
"Good Pony, do you want supper?" Jen asked, "One stamp for no two for yes."
Jen nodded.
"I will try you with a high collar so no nodding and shaking all right?" Phil warned.
Jen nodded.
"Come along then we will see about food," Phil announced and she led Jen to the medical room and sat her on a bench.
Mr Abrams the Vet stood by, Jen panicked but was helpless as Phil inserted a Jaw spreader and cranked her mouth wide open, Phil took out the rubber bit and Abrams quickly yanked out her two rearmost lower teeth, she screamed with the pain.
"Poor cry baby Pony," Phil chided her as they slipped the silver plated brass professional bit behind her teeth and secured the bridle, Jen felt it clamping her tongue, as she tried to shout out.
"That can stay in all the time, you will soon learn to eat and drink with it," Phil assured her.
The pain was intense but then she felt something pulling her elbows. a ratchet clicked as the force and pain became intolerable, the crackling, squelching and crunching of joints breaking or dislocating in the pursuit of beauty, finally as her elbows touched she passed out.
She woke, swinging form the harness in her stall. she spotted the drink hose and operated the treadle giving herself a drink, it tasted strange, peppermint, perhaps?
A strange man was there, behind her, "Breakfast" he announced as he released her from the harness and set a bucket down before her, re-fastening the harness to a hook on the wall, she knelt thrusting her head in the bucket, the whip cracked, "Bend not Kneel"
She tried but it was awkward, At least the food was edible, she thought, like Muesli with lumps of apple, and carrot. Her Arms and teeth ached.
Phil led her out, she thought about a swift kick but Phil swished the whip and she thought again.
A man waited by the door, nondescript in a plastic suit he held a spray gun and sprayed her all over as Phil made her halt.
"Sunblock antiseptic and insect repellant, smells awful but you get used to it." he explained.
Phil took Jen to the Jumps, something was wrong, her rhythm,
"You are breathing better Jen, taking longer strides, leave out the half steps."
She tried again.
"One Forty Two, that's three seconds faster than yesterday Jen, that's brilliant," Phil announced, and then suggested she "Have a drink"
The other professional Pony's stood round the water trough, Jen dipped down and drank, then the others in turn came up to rub their heads against hers, their breasts touching also in a sign of friendship.
"Free time Ponies, do your business then we have a nice run later" Phil shouted.
Business, Jen mused as she sat on the grass, a man with a whip approached, "Ponies don't sit" she jumped up, "rolling round in the dust is OK"
She lay on her back
"Ponies lay on their fronts," Phil announced.
She rolled with some difficulty, her weight now on her breasts felt strangely stimulating.
The run was exhausting, miles and miles of forest tracks chased by men on motorcycles and Phil n her quad bike ready to encourage slowing ponies with the whip, and by sun down the Ponies were exhausted they ate from their buckets in the dying rays of the sun, the beauty of the mountain country all around and then back to their stalls to sleep.
MEMORIES
Jen thought back to how it used to be, when she first came to Newbold Associates, she knew they were into property and investments but the Ponygirl involvement was a surprise.
Jacks father, Jack senior, had first let her discover this facet of the company's activity.
"I need someone to accompany my Wife and I to the Pony Girl ball with the Crown Prince, take notes and all that"
"I guess I can do that" she had answered.
"You know about Pony Girls," Jack senior asked.
"Know what?" Jen asked?
"Well you had better look at these", and he produced pictures of a naked lady dressed harnessed like a Horse. "My Mother, nineteen forty one"
She did not know what to say, "She is beautiful" was the best or was it worst thing she could think of to say.
"My wife did some but we had young Jack and that was that: So you are not shocked?" he asked.
"No Sir!" she had said more confidently than she felt.
"Then that's a date," he confirmed.
They drove out, Old Jack, his wife and her Jen, in the Limo to the glittering Ball, Pony-girl memorabilia was displayed and pony-girl portraits hung round the sides of the Ballroom.
"Are you thinking of joining?" A girl her age asked, Jen stared in disbelief at the girl dressed in the leather pony-girl uniform, her breasts and sex revealed to plain view yet with her bit hanging loose she was talking to guests quite un-self-consciously.
"Oh no, just taking notes." Jen told her .
"You should join, the facilities are divine," the girl suggested, "gymn, pool, sauna!"
"Is it expensive?" Jen asked.
"No, silly, as long as we perform, compete in a few shows we get it all free, " the girl assured her.
"Perform"? Jen questioned.
"As Ponies," the girl confirmed
"Oh I could not do that," Jen replied.
"I thought that at first, the girl told her, "but, gee when I tried it was fantastic, the guys drooling, you see they can't touch, only look, the arena you see" the girl motioned to an approaching figure. "Look here is my Trainer,"
Phylis Reilly had entered Jens life.
"Ah Miss Fforbes, Jack said I should look you over." Phil greeted her.
"And you are?" Jen asked.
" Phyllis Reilly, best damn Ponygirl trainer there is, come and see the girls"
She followed Phil down to the Pony Barn and recognised Sandra from accounts, and Bob Andrews' PA standing around, dressed in full Ponygirl regalia, Jen felt over-dressed in her business suit.
"Is it not horribly uncomfortable with that thing in the mouth, and why they have all got their hands tied," Jen asked.
"Oh no I show you, do you see," Phil ushered her into a small room lined with lockers where the girls changed, she took a bridle from the wall,
"Its soft see" she said as she placed it on her head pulling her hair through the loop at the back, then she had added the rubber bit,
"Heffog lump," Jen answered.
"Yes it is hard to talk, look you're dribbling," Phil slid Jen's jacket from her shoulders and wiped the spittle with a tissue, before hanging it in a locker, her white blouse and skirt followed and Phil quickly and loosely fitted the belts around her breasts and round her waist. she quietly cuffed Jens hands behind her back and attached them to the main belt.
"Comfy" Phil ignored her reply but closed the door before pulling down her panties.
"Regulation underwear only, she slid regulation pants up her legs, a vee of canvas front and rear with a cord tied with a bow at each side, she also removed Jens Bra replacing it with a similar canvas and rope creation to preserve her modesty.
Finally Boots, high heeled boots in black leather, "Not proper boots it takes months to learn to walk on the balls of your feet but these give something of the idea"
Jen had started to admire herself in a mirror when a bell sounded, "Novice deportment, come along you might get a prize"
Phil led her from the room and she was relieved to see several similarly attired girls in front of her
Jen had followed and as the ball room floor cleared she and thirty other young ladies had paraded round the hall, Phil had her stop by the Judges where she got several 5s and then they crowded round to hear the judging.
"Third place Miss Reilly's entry," the head Judge announced.
"You got a third," Phil beamed, "That means you can join the intermediates, quickly, see if you can manage the heel less boots."
She had managed the boots somehow, although they felt very strange and without further ado they went to follow the other Intermediates contestants out Jen noticed they all had bare buttocks and bare breasts, she wondered why and as they entered the arena Phil pulled the knots and her own knickers fluttered to the ground and her bra disintegrated into canvas and string.
She felt humiliated yet the crowds cheers seemed to please her, fingers pointing at her, not the others but her, she had straightened up, playing to the crowd, "Push your breasts out they are a bit small," Phil had whispered, and that was her introduction. She did not get a prize for Intermediate but Old Jack was ecstatic and his wife so thrilled that Jen had been talking for fifteen minutes after Phil removed her bridle and bit before she realised she was actually naked in a room full of people as indeed were most of the other girls.
Jen also met the Crown Prince and Jack's son, and many other influential people, and had signed up as an associate member before the fairy-tale ended and she re emerged as an ordinary girl again.
It was Jack senior who had sealed her relationship with Jack, she could not believe she had done it, looking back, but Jack senior had asked point blank if she liked Jack, and when she said yes, he said "Enough to let him fuck you"
She had been so embarrassed, but said "Yes"
"Stupid boy is shy, come over the house at seven, Phil is coming and I'l get this show on the road."
And in he stables, with straw on the floor, Phil had helped her undress then dressed her in full tack, and waited,
"Little present in the Stables for you son" Jack senior advised his son.
And Jack saw her and fell in love, she clutched a piece paper in her tiny hand "Yes" it said
"Can I?" he asked.
She waved the paper and soon her was deep inside her, wrenching, tearing her almost virgin cunt, the bit stifled her cries as he pleasured himself and took her too through he pain to ecstasy.
That had been the high water mark of their passion, the last time in the office had run it close but she now realised he really saw her as an animal not an equal.
Training Again
The morning sun brought the morning routine
Phil arrived, "We will try you with the high collar," she announced, "It will feel strange but it keeps your head up."
She placed the leather against Jen's neck and started to tighten the straps, Jen fidgeted
"Where is it tight?, Top, one stamp for no two for yes, Top?" one stamp, "Middle?" one more "Bottom?" Phil asked.
Stamp stamp, Phil loosened the strap, "better?" Stamp Stamp.
Suddenly anger flared and Jen lashed out at Phil with her foot , how dare they kidnap her like this.
"Stop or feel the whip," Phil ordered and Jen stilled.
"Bad Pony, Pony must not kick, Pony will do damage," Phil spoke as if she were some kind of half wit but Jen felt something being tightened round her legs, just above her boots, holding her thighs firmly preventing the swing needed for a kick.
"Pony needs something to calm her" Phil gently caressed Jen's breasts, despite herself she felt her nipples start to stiffen, she felt something cold, on he nipple contracting squeezing maddeningly she could not see.
"Jack said no piercings so these are clamp on, see, she showed her the tiny clamp on silver bell, " little nipple bells, pretty, make Pony look pretty" she was unable to respond. She felt an unwanted sensation within her, dampness, surely she she should not find total helpless a turn on.
Jen felt Phil's fingers stroking her clit then the fingers slipped within her, tormenting her "I wanted you so much, you never guessed did you," Phil cooed as she eased a finger into the warm inviting moist cavern between Jens legs,
"You will like this," the finger withdrew Jen felt suddenly lonely, she wanted it back, the attention, then something larger, something cold and hard easing within.
"You like that don't you?" Phil asked.
No she couldn't like it, she felt Phil fiddling between her thighs the collar prevented her seeing the tripod with a dildo on top which Phil had assembled beneath her.
"There just bend your knees," Phil ordered and Jen obeyed and the intruder eased in, Jen straightened in surprise, "Yes you can pleasure yourself." Phil advised her and adjusted the tripod to ease the dildo further within Jen's sex.
Jen did not want to pleasure herself, she should be at work but she relaxed sinking down onto the dildo, then straightened, and down and up, and down and suddenly as she struggled to find a comfortable position, she instead settled into a comfortable rhythm.
Phil watched, as slowly the rhythm became established, she loved watching her ponies pleasuring themselves, especially as their juices flowed sloshing noisily around the cleverly shaped dildo head, which encouraged the juices to flow and leak down the ponies' legs.
"Relax," Phil whispered, as she slid her small whip from the long pocket of her horse riding pants, "listen to your instincts, just be yourself, you're free you're a pony it's just you and me, my love, no need to put on an act"
Jens movements became faster her breathing more ragged. Phil encouraged her "That's it race for me pony." Phil gently tapped Jen's buttocks with the whip in time with her thrusting, then as the tempo increased so skillfully did Phil increase the slashing from the whip, turning Jen's unblemished pale pink buttocks to a rosy pink and then a checker-board of livid red marks.
Jen squealed helplessly into her bit and then suddenly she was cumming,
"Good pony, release the tension, let it all go, let go." Phil encouraged as she took her whip and ran the handle through Jens fluids as they ran down her thigh, then as climax approached Phil laced the whip handle against Jens anal bud and pushed hard.
Jen squirmed with primeval pleasure and thrust ever harder as Phil's gradually eased the whip further and further up inside her, and then with a single kiss on Jen's neck, something seemed to erupt within her, she realised her legs were all wet and she was soaked with sweat, and she was horribly aware that the whip still hung from her anus, the strands tickling her legs as she moved, but all was peace and tranquillity, she swung limp only the harness keeping her on her feet, and as she did so the dildo forced ever deeper, and she sought to find a comfortable position and a gentle rhythm restarted.
Jen tried to resist but instead she took a big drink from her dispenser and refreshed she allowed herself to take pleasure from the aparatus once more.
Phil returned at lunchtime, Jen was completely exhausted covered with glistening sweat, her juices flowed down her legs. Phil removed the dildo and bar and tripod and led her out to join the others.
She rolled in the dust to dry her sweat and realised she was doing what a real pony would do, she was learning, the air smelled good the view magnificent, she had food and drink and was worn out from pleasure, perhaps life was not too bad after all.
"I have a new toy for you, Jen," Phil told Jen as she led her back to her stall, Jen looked in disbelief. "It's a trainer," her stall was now divided into two by a polished wooden rail at almost crotch height, she would have to stand upright, but then as Phil pushed her inside she felt the rail first pushed against her crotch and then something was forced into her unwilling tight vagina.
She realised it was the dildo from earlier, or a similar one, but now the wooden rail held it firmly against her and she felt something strange.
In fact unseen Phil was securing the dildo to the wooden rail, the rail fitted into stout A frames was far more secure than the tripod and as Phil showed Jen a foot treadle released a stream of soothing lube whenever it was needed.
Jen screamed into her gag, but Phil closed the door and wished her "Good Night!"
Jen thought of her predicament, she wished she was home with Jack, and as she wished she realised she was growing damp, the dildo stopped hurting, she found it soothing, and gently rocked up and down, she didn't know Phil was watching nor did she hear the door open and it was not until later that she realised that Phil had helped her to her first orgasm of the long night with her little whip.
Phil went away, but Jen could not sleep, every time she sank down she became aroused and every time she became aroused she had to relieve the tensions, she came to rely on the foot treadle for lube, as her own juices were temporarily overwhelmed but by morning she was completely exhausted.
Phil collected Jen from her stall and led her across the soft grass of the meadow, the soft rain fell nd Phil found Jen a nice muddy depression in the field. "Lie there and rest." she ordered. and thankfully Jen lay down.
"Roll over," she suggested, and as Jen rolled in the soft mud Phil smiled approvingly she knew now that she had an obedient animal she could work with.
Sundays
Phil never ceased to be amazed how quickly the ponies learned, her early days had been with four leg ponies and they had been stubborn as mules, she held out a sugar lump and Jen ducked down to snaffle it.
"You did very well as an amateur on the Saturdays but as a professional the big difference is the Sunday, Cross Country, and if we go international the Carriage section"
Jen flashed her a quizzical look.
"They do a lot of Carriage work in Eastern Europe and the Far East so each summer when we have the International Pony-Girl show all four disciplines are catered for, but you need a podium at All America to get there."
Jen saw a diminutive Oriental Girl approaching in riding gear pulling a small cart with one hand.
"This is Su Li your handler for the Carriage class, you have all the relevant tack so stand while she hooks you up then trot round a bit get the feel.
Jen stood, quietly.
"She bloated and her hair grow Uggh, I do wax later yes?" Su Li asked.
"Yes, she used to shave," Phil explained.
"She like Girl?" Su Li asked.
"Not yet, she was Jack Newbold's fiancee," Phil added.
"Ah" Su li agreed.
Jen found the cart strange, she had to step sideways to turn, the cart kept her straight and her collar stopped her turning her head she relied on peripheral vision.
The ring had a number of obstacle, the challenge a clear round without Cart or Pony knocking anything over. she felt the cart striking obstacles and tried to run wider
Su li climbed aboard the Carriage, Jen barely noticed her weight, she could be only four and a half stone and she followed Su Li's instructions, to achieve a clear.
"Proper way is with blinkers" she fitted the blinkers to the harness and suddenly Jen's world was a tunnel, she could not judge where to turn, crash, they hit a marker, slash, the whip, correcting her.
"Wait for command, don't think obey," Su Li ordered.
Jen ran on mind focussed on Su Li wishing only to obey, to be spared the whip.
"That OK, now blind," Su Li altered the blinker setting and Jens world disappeared
She trotted carefully then Su Li encouraged her with the whip and she cantered then ran, learning to trust Su Li.
Saturday was quiet, Phil was Judging at an event upstate, so Su Li used Jen and the cart as transport to check the Cross Country course, the hills proved tiring and soon Jen was sweating profusely, they returned at mid day and Su li fed and watered her, at the water trough leaving her attached to the cart.
"Take a knap, Su Li ordered flicking the blinkers shut.
Jen drifted into a deep sleep, sleeping while standing now came naturally, she had no idea Jack was standing inches from her, this beautiful animal with matted blonde hair, ugly pubic stubble, covered with dirt and dust, could this be the woman he had so recently worked with.
His Cock stiffened
Su Li shook her head and they walked out of hearing range.
"Phil say no Fuck till after next weekend, then only if she get podium," she explained.
The afternoon dragged, Jen lay in the dust, doing nothing, standing in the hot sun, A man came, she felt something at her crotch, fabric then something hot sprayed on, they were waxing her, in the open, in full view, the pain was intense as the strips were removed, but Su Li's whip slashed calming her, she suddenly felt naked, but Su Li harnessed her to the Cart once more and leaped aboard and they hurtled down the paddock before returning more sedately.
"One last piece then you know all tricks for Carriage pull," Su li promised as she fiddled with her ear, the sound suddenly distorted, she came around the other side, "Ear Plugs, so be sure you obey whip and reins, no see, no hear all is feel"
Jen Trotted on she feared a tree was right in front but soon the comforting slap of the whip told her Su Li was still there, the tug of the reins a comfort Su Li was now her eyes and ears and Judgement, she could truly relax, she felt so calm, running blindly naked yet the inner peace spread a warm glow through her, She and Su Li far closer than she and Jack, like relationship between man and dog, perhaps she thought.
The ear plug moved, "Su Li loves her little Pony, I call you Sue Lee too now"
Jen stamped twice, Yes, Sue Lee and Su Li.
Evening came, and darkness, Jen, Sue Lee as she now was, stood waiting for sleep but she saw lights, a torch. Su Li. Su li opened her stall and led her out, out into the moonlight.
"This is naughty but I want to do it" Su Li whispered.
Extra tack lay by the water trough, leather with a dildo, a strap on? Something extra to go around her breasts, wider stronger and something metallic each side hanging from the waist belt.
"This modified pony boy tack, be careful with me, I ride you, you pleasure me much OK."
Jen stamped twice and watched as Su Li stripped naked then using the water trough as a platform climbed aboard, Jen heard Su Li's gasp and realised she must be riding on the dildo strapped to Jens back, she felt Su li's hands beside her cheeks her breasts against her back, her naked feet in stirrups against her thighs,
"Run for me my beautiful lover, make me so very happy, make me come, do it for me," Su Li pleaded.
Jen felt the love flowing she jogged carefully then speeded up the rhythm sending Su Li bouncing up and down,
"Thats it oh my god, keep going, don't for gods sake stop Ohhh" Su Li gasped before she flopped exhausted as Jen brought her back to the trough.
A shout rang out "You Naughty Girl," Phil was back. "You know you shouldn't do it, now relieve Jen and put her away," she stormed. "No second thoughts, ill do it."
Jen found someone washing her crotch, she forgot how dirty she must be, then realised how aroused she was, fingers explored, then the tiny hand slipping inside her.
"I said I'll do her Su Li" Phil ordered but Jen was already squeezing Su Li's wrist with her cunt muscles and clearly enjoying the experience.
Jen shouted out but the sound was muffled muted like a horse whinnying in pleasure as she clenched and unclenched her muscles.
"I call her Sue Lee, like General Lee." Su li announced.
"Yes, I think that's good." Phil agreed, "we had better get her loosened up."
Su Li led Jen back to her stall, still with her fist deep in Jen's cunt, Su Li walked backwards with Phil's guidance until she was was just outside the stall, Su li withdrew her hand leaving Jen frustrated and Jen eagerly stepped into her stall, the beam was lowered and as Jen waited in anticipation she was disturbed to find the dildo pressing against her anus instead of her cunt, Phil pressed the lube treadle and operated the hydraulic lift to raise the A frame into position, Jen screamed, her body was seemingly being torn open. but gradually and excruciatingly painfully she sank down.
The tears flowed down her face leaving trails in the dirt, and she tried to remain still, but the intruder filled her so completely that she had to readjust her position, she felt damp, she realised she had wet herself, or was it cunt juices, she didn't care, her bum suddenly felt nice and filled, somehow safe, and the more she squirmed the nicer it felt.
Phil and Su Li left Jen for an hour, then they lowered the A frame and released Jen, she staggered slightly but Su Li quickly changed the Dildo and as Jen silently screamed once more they raised it into position again.
The pain was unbearable, Jen almost passed out, the dildo was huge it pressed on everything, her bladder, it even pulled the skin taut over her clit, in fact every tiny movement irritated her clit, she relieved her bladder, which relieved the tension slightly but she could not help herself and before she realised she was thrusting up and down, forcing the dildo in and out of her ass.
Su Li waited for Jen to cum but she seemed incapable, so she carefully fitted the earplugs and put felt pads inside Jens blinkers to blind her before leaving Jen's whole consciousness devoted to the pain and pleasure of her anus.
Eventually the dildo became loose, Jen flopped against the harness which Su Li had secured overhead, and she slept.
Training continued, Tuesday saw a change of routine as the vet checked her arms, she found them too painful to move but they looked good, and they sorted out a seat for her, Ponies have to travel on their fronts to avoid damage to the arms so foam has to be shaped to spread their weight evenly, so they use the same foam system as a Formula one car, fill a bag with foam and lie on it till it sets.
By Thursday afternoon the seat was ready, the Ford panel van bearing the ranch Logo pulled up, the seats leaning forward at 45 degrees, the centre one labelled "Sue Lee" the driver guided her in, adjusted the height, tightened a belt round her waist and went to shut the door,
"Does she need plugs?" he asked.
"Yes better," Phil replied.
The driver opened a locker and pulled out a tapered plastic rod, wiping it on a rag he thrust it up Jens slightly moist cunt until it filled her, and she felt something against her crotch and it withdrew.
"Number three and," he said as he plunged it into her anus, "Number six."
Phil recorded the sizes as the driver lubed the correct plugs and forced them into her.
"Its funny, the way them look human yet shit like animals," he observed.
Jen was hurt, how dare they say that she did not shit like an animal she used proper bathrooms, then the realisation, there were no bathrooms. She was not even aware when she was doing her business, had she lost her mind. The foam gripped her breasts, she felt the warmth, and she felt gloriously full below and the swaying of the vehicle, she could see the road ahead, she vaguely remembered something about it but the pleasure in her crotch was a much nicer thought.
They drove for an hours acclimatisation, returning towards evening, they released her and led her to the wash area by the barn Su Li removed the rear plug and soft shit oozed onto the floor, she eased the hose pipe in an inch or two and Jen recoiled in shock at the cold water as it flushed her out, then the front and wee emerged in a gentle trickle.
They led her to the trough and left her, with ear plugs and tunnel vision from the blinkers she felt lonely, she wanted to be told what to do, she fretted then went exploring, she found a short post near the fence, it had a smooth rounded top.
She played with it finding it slightly too tall to step over easily.
"She found it" Su Li and Phil watched as the pony realised the possibilities
Jen raised herself on one leg and sat down on the post, it slipped easily inside her then she set her own favourite rhythm and started to gallop towards orgasm, gradually the workers stopped their work to watch as she writhed in her private ecstasy yet watched by so many.
"She no good for man after this," Su Li observed.
"I think you are right Su Li," Phil agreed.
Work
Rebekah was out of her depth as a PA. Jack quickly realised how much he had relied on Jen but Rebekah was willing enough.
He approached personnel
"Its not working, can you find someone else," he asked.
The office grapevine did overtime, and Rebekah stormed into Jack's office.
"So what did I do wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing, it, well it's not working is it?" he explained.
"You 're not here, dreaming about her, that's the problem," she protested, "I guess she would drop her knickers for you at a moments notice and you think I wont!"
"Hey, no that's not it!" he defended himself.
"Well I can't drop my knickers because I left them in my drawer," she announced, "If you want me I'm yours"
"Oh Becky come here," he said reassuringy.
He intended to comfort her hold her but his hand strayed to her hot buttocks then the bud of her arsehole and soon his fingers were sticky with her juices.
"Guess I got carried away there." Jack apologised.
"For god's sake don't leave me like this, do something" she implored and was relieved when he dropped his pants and entered her,
He came it seemed in gallons.
"I should have done you sooner, sorry, we'll do it first thing tomorrow or I could come home with you," she offered.
"I'd like that, how about in the elevator, in the morning" he suggested.
"Oh I never done that before!" she giggled.
Suddenly the tension had gone and the work flowed smoothly.
All America.
All America loomed, Jack arranged a Lear Jet for the thousand mile trip to the venue high in the Rockies, a ski resort usually shut down at this time of year, the tempo of training changed, and the diet.
Drugs were banned and the stimulants and pain killers had to be reduced then stopped, the food had to be standard horse feed, and the girls noticed the drop in nutrition, needing to eat far more each day, but carrots and apples and sugar lumps remained unrestricted so they still got their little treats.
Jen's arms started to hurt as the painkillers were reduced but she had little time to reflect on this.
The Cross Country was to be very hard and technical relying on the Ponies judgement while the optional Carriage class stressed obedience to whip or rein, failing to use ear plugs or allowing vision would lose point five of a point so could not be considered
Just a few days in which to reach a peak of perfection.
Lear.
The Lear Jet whined down on final approach, Jack in the front Cabin with the owners, Jen in the back with the Ponygirls, they watched the mountain sides almost brushing the wingtips as they dropped down to a landing at the private strip, the plane taxiing way along the taxi way to stop outside the Pony Barn,
They dis-embarked, cloaks were thrown over the Ponygirls to protect them from prying eyes and soon they were settled in the barn, Jen felt terribly lonely, handlers were not allowed into the Barn until the morning of the event but the Stalls were standardised so she found the water easily, a total stranger removed her plugs and allowed her to relieve her bowels but she really needed her dildo, or a cock.
The barn seemed full, Jen imagined how noisy the place would have been if they had all been talking, and was grateful for the comparative silence, but the frustration kept her awake, morning came. the food was , bland, no fruit, she did not like it then Phil and Su Li arrived.
They led her to the wash area stripping her tack leaving her naked except boots and bridle before hosing her down with the hose pipe and shampooing her hair, then drying her before dressing her in her best highly polished harness, black leather and silver and attaching the tail and feather plumes.
"Pony looks very pretty," Su Li told her, and looking at the reflection in the wet floor Jen agreed, she was beautiful, but very frustrated, What wrong Pony, tell Su li"
She bent her knees moving up and down.
"Pony need fuck?" Su-Li asked.
Stamp Stamp,
"Su Li help Pony" she reassured her.
Jen felt Su Li's fingers probing her, the relief, so refreshing, then Su-Li's whole tiny hand inside her, her breathing steadied.
Phil appeared "Come along, Oh I see," she broke off.
"She was tense." Su-Li explained.
"Yes, whatever, you look pretty tense yourself now," Phil observed, "If I may make an observation."
Su-Li nodded agreement and announced, "She is coming, Come Pony, Come"
Jen obeyed, she wished there was a man to fulfil her needs but for now she was content.
She picked her way elegantly through the Jumps and then preened and pranced through dressage, the crowds, hundreds of the most influential people packed into the indoor arena, usually an Ice rink, for Ice hockey but for now her platform, her audience.
Jen knew she was a favourite with the crowd from their claps and cheers and when they held their breath, she was sad when her turn ended, and she was taken to the holding ring where anyone prepared to pay ten thousand dollars could check the Ponies at close quarters, she became used to the hands feeling her buttocks and under her breasts, even a finger against her arsehole checking for ease of entry, but each time she moved away.
"Stay Pony, it's Sheik Fisal, nice rich owner, you let him feel you," Su-Li cautioned her.
He checked her cunt.
"Hold, don't show me up." Su-Li cautioned.
"House-trained?" He enquired.
"Only slightly," Su Li replied," she has only recently been full time but she is well acclimatised to Barn life."
The conversation jolted Jen's consciousness, House-trained? she had a degree in media studies.
"She is beauty, good for breeding." Sheik Faisal announced as he wandered off.
The afternoon brought cross country, 120 Ponygirls lined up across the meadow and funelled towards the exit gate, Jen held back anxious to avoid injury then down into the river bottom with the ice cold mountain melt water, she stopped and drank, as Su Li had advised her, then up the steep slope, she climbed easily, the runs with Su Li as passenger paid off as she stormed upwards hurtling past other girls, the track narrowed to single file slippery with excrement.
Su-Li had warned her some irgls fouled the track to slow pursuit so she picked her way with care, yet still she was overhauling the other girls as she continued on and on following the orange markers indicating the way, finally there was just the one familiar figure in front, was it Tigerpet three, yes, just ahead she caught up, she was sure she could out-sprint Tigerpet.
Su Li said Tigerpet was really Priscilla who used to work at Burger king, but Jen wanted to follow someone rather than risk taking a wrong turning, then as they hurtled down the slope, a Pony came past, too fast, she could not take the right turn and crashed through the trees making her own path.
Jen was grateful for the long runs with Su Li. she thought of Su Li's juices running down her arse crack as she ran in the fields at home, her beautiful home in the valley with her friends, she remembered a time before when she was always tired and always indoors, she shuddered at the thought, she dreamed of Su Li and the man that owned her, she hoped he would give her a well done fuck if she did well, She thought of the Sheik, the selfish man, he could have made her come but he didn't.
Tigerpet's tail was her marker then the river again, up to her breasts, she would need her boots off and dried, she thought, they really ought to use the spares she thought, she saw Tigerpet tiring, Jen so used to carrying Su Li's weight that without it she powered past Tigerpet up the incline and raced for home, she felt the tape across her breasts and knew she had won, she relaxed, one hours exertion, the river had washed much of the dirt away, so she glistened with sweat and as she relaxed her bowels unclamped and soiled her legs afresh.
"Look she's doing a poo," someone commented.
A girl tugged her companions arm, Jen recognised the owner, soon the girl would be joining her naked, in competition, the girl had all the right attributes, long neck, high breasts good hips, take the stupid green dress and underwear and there was probably a beautiful Ponygirl waiting beneath. She walked over and rubbed her head against the girl's.
"Ooh, she likes me" the girl exclaimed.
"Tell her she is pretty," her companion suggested.
"Yes pretty pony, clever pony, lovely bells," the girl touched the bells on her breasts and a shock wave of pleasure shot through Jen's exhausted body.
"Come away or you will end up wanking her," the young man with the girl insisted.
"Hey" she protested,
"Yes look she is dripping," he pointed out.
The Girl looked and giggled. Jen realised she was dripping, she needed something now, and that something as the back of a judges chair, a bit low perhaps but she rode it to climax to raucous cheers, it was supposed to be a private moment but she curtsied as people applauded.
"And Third Place, Samora Lass, from Samora Ranch Colorado," The Loudspeaker bellowed, the cheers were deafening for the local favourite, she heard something about Tigerpet Three,
"And the Winner is from Newbold Stud its Sue Lee."
Jen stood stock still, then she remembered she was Sue Lee now, she alighted to the top step and they pinned a rosette on her, and then gave Phil a cup and a man she ought to know came and took the owners trophy. then it was back to the Barn.
She wanted a cock, a big hard cock to fill her and pump juices in her to cool her passion, it was not fair, fists were all right, dildos OK but she wanted a nice warm cock and nice creamy spunk. They brought her a man later, they called him Jack but he used a rubber and she was denied the spunk she craved, she kicked him.
Jack was horrified, it was like screwing a Donkey, not that he had ever screwed a Donkey you understand.
"Will she ever be a woman again Phil?" he asked.
"She should be OK, quite often they can wait table and do cleaning after rehab," she reassured him.
"But Phil!" he stood near Jen in the Barn, in his Jacket, his trousers neatly folded underpants round his knees, peeling off and discarding the rubber,
Phil stepped forward and held him close to her , "Let her go Jack, her mind has gone, she's not the woman you loved, she's just a beautiful exotic animal now."
Jack returned to Rebekah and the dance, introducing her to the rich and famous, "my new PA"
Sunday was an anticlimax and the soft mountain rain fell as the Carriage class was decided, Achate decided on precision at the expense of speed and was rewarded as the fastest, overall after penalties, Acastra Star could not stop and hit the guard rail gashing her leg and losing twenty seconds in time penalties to come second and after penalties for running the wheels over some of the markers Jen was third.
The Barn emptied, Jen left wondering what was to happen, then Phil came.
"We are going to the world finals. You are in, 3rd in All America and a third in the Carriage, you're in.!"
Jen wanted a cock not World finals.
The Lear Jet took them to a disused Military airfield then they were loaded in the hold of a 747 freighter and flown across the Atlantic. They landed at night and only in the morning could Jen appreciate the splendour of the Desert facility, standard size stalls but gold taps, and marble floors round the drains,
Su Li and Phil fussed over her, oiling her skin against the heat polishing the tack, fiddling, getting her treats, sugar lumps.
The state vet came and checked her over,
"You are registered here as an equine not human, in case of problems, simplifies paperwork," They told her.
She didn't care she wanted a cock.
Then the show, much the same as before, bigger, foreign languages but less support, she was no favourite, a Russian, much large than her seemed favourite, she could not see the other Americans but with 34 countries Ponygirl federations represented, each
sending three competitors there was much to be done.
Dressage and Jumping were held simultaneously, Jen did dressage first then jumping, gaining a quick clear round, but she was in a bad way, she needed cock, badly, Phil should have realised but when captive, with no stress, or threats, the mind has less to concentrate on so little things take on mammoth proportions and Cock to Jen was the big thing.
The Ponygirls were brought to the ringside, standing on the running track around the arena outside the jumping ring.
"This is what you will have to do next year if the World Council ratify it," they were told, Real Jumps three feet high, not eighteen inches, set out like a proper pony arena.
Jen felt a shock run through her, a vision of beauty, "Yes its a Ponyboy" someone annouced.
The man stood adorned with leather and gold belts, his huge prick lolling flaccidly.
"They have them some places but we are nor serious in the States, the top ten in the world will do a demonstration, that is Dimitri, world number one," they were told.
Jen's world had shrunken to Cock, Dimitri's Cock, they were to clear three foot fences next year, and the trackside fence was two feet six, Jen had no reins on or other way to restrain her so she edged away from Phil then sprinted for the fence clearing it easily and ran towards Dimitri, he looked surprised and pleased he trotted towards her as the announcer went mad in Arabic.
They rubbed heads then Jen turned bracing herself against a jump while Dimitri guided himself into position, the crowd held their breath, even the announcer ceased his jabbering and Dimitri thrust carefully inside her then sure of himself began to thrust harder and harder, the audience thought it a pre arranged show, while the owners and trainers worried about disease.
Jen was in heaven, from no cock to super cock he was stretching her beyond anything, bigger even than Su Li's fist he pounded her, the crowd mesmerised, then with guttural cries from their pony throats the seed emerged spraying out around the base of his prick, he staggered back exhausted, Jen would have turned cartwheels but jumped over the fences instead as at last officials tried to catch her.
They took her to a small room, where two large women stripped her naked, her bridle, chest and waist belts, wrist restraints, and arm sleeve and boots all stacked on the table.
"Disqualificato" they explained in a language she once understood,
Phil and Su Li arrived.
"Tell them it was not pre planned, please Jen" Phil pleaded.
But weeks of inability to speak made her speech unintelligable
"Jen want Cock, nice big Cock" was as much as they got from her.
They had to find Jen some clothes, Su Li's green dress somehow stretched over Jens larger frame but the effect was almost pornographic.
Jack arrived in response to Phil's frantic cell phone calls.
"Jen why?" he asked.
She looked at him, faint recognition in her eyes.
"Need cock in here," she said pointing as she raised the hem of the green dress she wore.
"Jack" Phil commented.
"Jack she moved her arms"
Jen's hands in front not behind, Jack knelt before her and she held his face in her hands and kissed him.
"I missed you Jen" he lied
"I need a cock," she replied
"Yes my cock wants you too." he reassured her.
"No Fuck" A guard stepped forward,
"No Fuck until find if she have Dimitri Son"
"I'll sort this out" Jack announced as he left.
He returned, "Jen has to have a small operation, and Dr Abdul will perform it right now"
They wheeled her away on a trolley.
"I sold some eggs." Jack announced.
"What," Phil queried not understanding.
"Her eggs, the one they think Dimitri fertillised is going in one of their women a secretary or something," Jack explained "they take five other eggs and then two more they fertillise with my sperm and put back in her, boy and girl."
"You sold your Fiance's eggs?" Su-Li asked incredulously, .
"Five hundred thousand each." he grinned
"You always a lucky bastard" Phil announced
"You'll get a percentage!" he replied
"So you get a cock-crazed airhead for a wife and twins," Phil suggested.
"Sure do." he agreed.
"You always were a lucky bastard," Phil sighed..
Home.
It was the next day before Jack realised what he had done, Jen was resting when he went to see her in the hospital, and she lay peacefully on the crisp white sheets, a simple white gown covered her and she lay bereft of all her embellishments.
Jack arranged for Jen to be kept sedated and for her to be flown home and he flew home, if not with her then at least on the same airplane.
They took Jen to Phil's place and made up a bed for her in the tack room, uncertain as to how she would react when the sedation wore off.
Jen woke in a strange bed, she sat up and looked around, the bed was in a shed of some sort not a room, her stomach hurt, she needed the bathroom, and she swung her legs from the bed, but as she steadied herself by grasping the bed frame with her hand she realised she had little strength and sprawled across the bed awkwardly.
She tried again and made her way to the door, it opened onto a courtyard, she turned to try another door, and as she pushed the handle someone opened it from the other side, she looked past a young man and saw the doors to the stalls of the pony-girl barn facility and in the distance Phil with a girl in full show pony-girl regalia.
"Bathroom, Please." Jen asked, as she saw th man standing there.
Simon Jenkins looked at her incredulously.
"You're a Pony-Girl, you don't use bathrooms." he reminded her.
"But I need to go." Jen insisted.
"She's in rehab, Simon," Phil shouted from the far end of the barn, "Send her indoors."
Simon led Jen gently indoors, into Phil's house and into the bathroom, then he shut the door and stood and watched.
"Hey get out." Jen ordered.
"No, you're not well, I help you." Simon suggested but Jen brought her knee up under his groin and he doubled up in pain.
"Bad, Pony," he shouted as he pulled his short whip from his pants pocket and gently tore her white hospital gown off her, before slashing the whip across her back leaving an ugly red mark.
"Simon, she's in rehab!" Phil shouted as she opened the door to check what was happening, "Leave her alone! Get out!"
They left Jen alone, her arms hurt and she had no strength in them but she held her torn gown around her and went to find Phil.
"What happened to me?" she asked, "I can't seem to remember, did I have an accident?"
Phyllis started to gently probe, "What do you remember?"
"The Pony-club Ball, and coming to training then it all goes hazy." Jen confessed, "Oh god I should be at work!"
Phil smiled, maybe Jen wasn't going to need rehab after all.
Rebekah
Jeniffer Fforbes
THE TRAINING OF SLUT HEATHER AS A PONY GIRL CHAPTER 4 As we were about to enter our cabin, Jack and Jane was right behind us. Jack asked Ann if we still had a date for that night. I had completely forgotten about our date with them that night, but Ann retorted,"Not on your life," "I was about to go into our cabin, and change into something more appropriate!" Jack spoke up and said, "then hurry, cause we are in the mood for some hot sex!" I looked at Jane with a quizzical look...
THE TRAINING OF A PONY GIRL CHAPTER 3 PART 1, TRAIL RUN Mistress Ann, had just gotten the announcement that the Pony Race was officially on, with the date and location. Since she was on the planning committee, she had a lot of work to get done. The next day, Ann spent all day making travel reservations, sending out announcements, some with entry forms to those that already committed to entering the race. She even sent out announcement to various organizations like, "Human Pony...
Beth - Pony Girl - In the beginning The old Nevada western town of the 1800’s was a disused movie set with dirt road, wooden buildings, wooden pathways against all the buildings, a jail, a saloon, a general store, barn with blacksmith forge and corral. It was located on large private ranch, The 4L’s, owned by the club, The Pony Club.Hi, I’m Beth, my pony fantasy has been developing since my teens, my puberty years when my breasts formed into the male magnets they are today. 36DD’s with ¾ inch...
Chapter XVIII "Time to wake up, sleepyhead." Tom opened one eye to see Jen standing over him wearing a towel. She had already showered and now it was Tom's turn. He groaned and looked at the clock. It was already ten in the morning. Yesterday had tired him out more than he'd thought. He pulled the covers off and was once again self-conscious. The nightgown he was wearing reminded him that Jen was in charge; as she had so aptly proven yesterday. More girlish training was in store...
The old Nevada western town of the 1800’s was a disused movie set with dirt road, wooden buildings, wooden pathways against all the buildings, a jail, a saloon, a general store, barn with blacksmith forge and corral. It was located on large private ranch, The 4L’s, owned by the club, The Pony Club. Hi, I’m Beth, my pony fantasy has been developing since my teens, my puberty years when my breasts formed into the male magnets they are today. 36DD’s with ¾ inch long nipples and perfect areolae,...
"Jen would really like to go on this cruise with us."Brian looked up at his wife with an expression of surprise."Jen?" he asked."Yeah. She's never been anywhere, you know. Paula and Ben can't afford a trip like this," Brooke said."Then how could an eighteen year old girl afford it?"Brooke smiled and inched closer to her husband on the couch. "I've been thinking about ways to make this work."Brian's look acted as approval for her to go on."Either way, we'll pay for her trip," Brooke said. "It's...
Chapter XIII Tom wasn't happy. Under the girl's direction he was putting the laundry away. Jen's underwear went into her dresser, neatly folded. Tom's underwear went on the bed where any of his remaining boy underpants quickly disappeared. Jen was serious about having him wear panties. "Let's take a break for lunch," Jen suggested. The nightstand clock read one fifteen. No wonder they were hungry. The girls started for the doorway. "Hey...Can't I put something on over this?" Tom...
Chapter X Usually on Saturdays, Tom ran errands in the morning while Jen did the weekly laundry and vacuumed. But not this Saturday. While they were having breakfast, the phone rang. It was Jen's sister, Karen. Tom listened as they chatted. Something about a big sale at a local department store. Then Jen was shuffling through the morning paper. "I found it," she exclaimed into the phone. Tom looked over and saw she had the paper opened to a big, two page spread advertising a...
Jen Teases her Husband into Panties Chapter I Tom gazed down at the bras in the open drawer of his bureau feeling his penis twitch as it began to stiffen. He was ashamed at what he was about to do but, as usual he couldn't stop himself. The pink bra he selected matched the panties he'd been wearing to work all day. Off came his pants and shirt and on went the bra. By the time he had it hooked, his penis was fully erect and poking stiffly out of the panties. Jen nodded...
Jen Teases her Husband into Panties - II Chapter VIII By Friday Tom wasn't quite so angry with Jen. In fact, whenever his thoughts turned to her, he was aware of a stirring in his crotch. He also thought about that morning when he had again found the panties and bra on the top of his underwear. With a twinge of embarrassment, he noticed he was getting the same stirrings. By lunchtime he'd had several erections and by the time he left work, he'd had...
After handing him a service to lead on something like five minutes warning, Englehard would be hard-pressed to ever complain about how David behaved. Jen, on the other hand, might get justifiably angry over a phone call dragging her out of a sickbed to ask about her sickness. He did, however, read the lectionary for the next week. Remembering what Jen had said about the danger of Independence never hearing anything but the gospels, he considered the passage from Thessalonians. He held off...
Chapter XVI Half an hour later, Tom was beside himself. Luckily the girls finally began to tire of spanking him. His backside was bright red while his poor balls ached from being smacked and squeezed. The girls had taken turns, each one trying to outdo the other. He wasn't going to be able to sit down for a week! "Poor Tom," Karen said. "I've never seen anything quite as red as his ass." Jen grinned and nodded. "Maybe we should put some cr?me on it." Were they done? Tom prayed they w...
CHAPTER IV - THE SECOUND ANNUAL PONY GIRL RACE COMMITTEE MEETINGS At the next Pony Girl committee meeting, I presented my finding of the location for the next race in Las Vegas. I then listed the major reasons for the decision. The vote was unanimous for Las Vegas. Then I suggested some changes in the race structure. The first was to run the first series of races in "heats", or preliminaries. In other words, we would hold 3, 4, or 5 "heats" of 6 to 8 participants depending on the total...
THE TRAINING OF A PONY GIRL CHAPTER 1 This story is about a "she male" being trained to enter and run races as a pony girl in Ballet Boots. These are her trials, tribulations, and experiences during her training and while competing in the races. There is a lot fetish gear worn in the story, and spiced with a little XXX rated sex every now and then! The flight to the west coast was long, and I was able to catch a short nap on the flight. Upon landing Mistress Ann and Dr. Tom...
SECOND ANNUAL PONY GIRL RACE CHAPTER III Fun Week-Ends in Las Vegas Synopsis: This is a continuing story of the Pony girl races. This story is about GG's and TG's in a "family" that enjoys erotic sports, and adult sexual entertainment. Since we were now getting most all of the arrangements for the race completed, we did have a little more time for personal pleasures and relaxation. On our next week end visit to LV, we met with the general manager of one of the most prestigious...
I am NOT the author.am simply sharingJen and Dontholien are best friends and get even closer on a tropical island.Jen and I [Dontholien] became best of friends when we started working at the same company about a year ago. We have much in common, including both being in our early 20s, loving the same type of music, reading the same types of books, on the same social network, addicted to dancing, and being almost always horny and having active sex lives [we both really love morning sex]. We look...
Introduction: Jen meets her lover at motel. Jen put on her skin-tight, black workout-leggings over a thin thong. A sports bra and tight sports top followed as she examined herself in the full length mirror hanging from the back of her bedroom door. As she adjusted her hair with flicks of her fingers, she noticed how the stretchy legging material just barely silhouetted the mounds of her labia, as she turned sideways to verify that no panty lines disrupted the smooth round curve of her hips and...
As her strap-on cock pulled slowly out of my ass, I felt a slight burn as I anticipated the larger cock head stretching my ass and popping out. The pleasure was overwhelming me as she pulled the last inch of her rubber cock out of me. I collapsed on the bed feeling nothing but he sudden emptiness in my ass. After a few moments Jen was pushing at me to get me to roll over and expose my semen coated cock to her hungry lips. As I rolled over she captured my well lubed cock with her mouth and began...
BisexualTHE SECOND ANNUAL PONY GIRL RACE CHAPTER I We all settled in to a more routine existence except for the next few days, Ann took Helga shopping for clothes. Of course, Ann loves to shop for clothes, but on these trips ninety percent of what she bought was for Helga. On the third morning, I had gotten up before Mistress Ann, and heard a strange noise coming from the attic. I had to climb the step ladder up to the attic since the "lift" was already up in the attic. There Helga was...
It's true. Jen has converted me into a total gym rat.It's been four months since my original conquest of my hot little sister-in-law. Through various bets and incentives, we've made love five more times. She is really playful in bed, and we have a great time. After ten years, I'm finally getting to know her. It's only since she lost the bike race that we've really talked a lot.On the other hand, we're spending less and less gym time together. I'm really working at building up some mass. I've...
Billy Joe is transformed into Bijoux and trained to become the newest addition to Mistress Margo's stable of pony girl maids Bijoux, the Pony GirlBy Missy Crystal Billy Joe is kidnapped, transformed into Bijoux and trained to become the newest addition to Mistress Margo's stable of pony girls. My name is Billy Joe or at least it was up until five years ago, when I answered an ad in the newspaper. The ad said: "Young man wanted for domestic service. No experience necessary. Uniform and...
Susan called me and asked me to stop by her house after work. Susan was a real pain. She was the widow of my dead ex-partner and, as far as I was concerned, a real nut burger, to put it mildly. Jim, my old partner had been a good friend. I owed him (and his family) I guess.While Susan was ditzy, she was also very beautiful and so was her young daughter, Jennifer. Jennifer, “Jen” to her friends, had been a marriage surprise. Susan thought she was putting on a few pounds when her doctor...
Jen and Jim were happily married. They had a unique relationship in that they truly did enjoy each other. They were more than just lovers and husband and wife. They were friends. They liked so many things together and that included an extremely active and imaginative sex life. They had discovered early in their relationship the importance of keeping sex fresh and new. This included exploring sexually fantasies to see where they would take them. Over the years they had lived many of those...
The anxiety is about to kill me. It is 12:30 am and no Jen yet. The evening has been pretty low key. Dressed to kill, Jen swept out the door about 7. But fair is fair, I have forced her to wait so many times. How many times have I teased her, making her wait for her pleasure, knowing the anxiety only adds to the magnitude of her release? Jen is off and to where I do not know. This is part of the game. Maybe to our swinger's club as the highly desirable single woman, maybe to a bar full of...
TUCUMCARI, NM The morning was still dark at four o'clock as I finally got out of Glenrio, Texas at 1,159 miles past Go. I was mulling over my pre-trip notes in my mind and contemplating the three-hundred and seventy-five some odd miles of Route 66 stretching through New Mexico. I was barely able to read the signs as I flashed by, even on high beams. I guess that was because the speedometer registered 130 mph at that point. Yeah, 130 mph and Miss Swifty wasn't even up to top speed yet. I...
That first weekend had been fantastic, and the sex was raw and uninhibited, but where did it go from there? We had said all along we were just doing this as friends, but there's something about screwing your sister-in-law five times in a period of less than 24 hours that changes the relationship a bit.After the scene with Marisa it was clear that we were crossing some kind of boundary, and were more than just friends. I must say however that Dr. Barton is a genius, and once the swelling and...
There have been several weeks preparation leading up to yesterday when my boyfriend and one of my best girlfriends (Best….I may need to redefine that), treated me like a real pony while I pulled them around the old western town on a sulky built for two, I was naked. Today is day two of a three day weekend in the old western town. Today I hear the stable door being unlocked, I am naked except for the permanent fixtures attached to my body, Joe (the blacksmith) puts some food and fresh water...
Introduction: Jen and her husband checkout the pot store in their new town. Jen and the Gloryhole My wife and I are the types of people willing to try new things. We are each others first time, and since then, we have been willing to experiment with new things. I spent the first year of marriage in Iraq, where on a whim, she would buy porn DVDs and mags and send them to me. What really threw me off was that the movies were almost always opened. When I asked her about it, she said she had to...
When he lay down beside her and kissed her, she hugged him. After that, he kissed her all over, her face, her throat. All of her was adorable, but most adorable were her breasts. When he got to one, he kissed it while holding the other. Then he kissed over her belly. He’d like to kiss lower, but that would require some doing. So, he started to complete her undressing. First her shoes and socks. Which revealed some quite kissable toes covered only by pantyhose. He took only a short detour to...
Santa’s Reindeer Pony girlsBy Sarah I bet you are all familiar with Santa’s reindeer. Their names are Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid, Donder and Blitzen. And on those stormy nights, Rudolph joins as the lead reindeer. But those are just the names of the regular magical creatures Santa keeps at the North Pole. Santa and his elves also keep a herd of enslaved pony girls at the North Pole, to help deliver presents to the fetish community. And believe you me,...
Jen and the GloryholeMy wife and I are the types of people willing to try new things. We are each other’s first time, and since then, we have been willing to experiment with new things. I spent the first year of marriage in Iraq, where on a whim, she would buy porn DVDs and mags and send them to me. What really threw me off was that the movies were almost always opened. When I asked her about it, she said she had to make sure there wasn’t anything too freaky, and then tell me which scene I...
School finally ended signaling the official start of Summer. Jen madeher parents happy by bringing home a final report card with straight A'son it. Now she could enjoy her Summer break without hearing themconstantly harp about her grades for the next three months.Jen's normal Summer vacation revolved around her working part time atthe ice cream stand and hanging out with her friends at the communitypool, but that was before Flint stole into her room and she gave him hercherry. Now those plans...
A Quirk of fate-VIIA pony girlPart-1-of-1 I’m Samantha Cunningham, Sam to my friends. I’m a hot looking 33 year old MILF who writes porn under the pseudonym, Dorothy… A Quirk of fate-VIIA pony girlPart-1-of-1 I’m Samantha Cunningham, Sam to my friends. I’m a hot looking 33 year old MILF who writes porn under the pseudonym, Dorothy Norwood. My son Frank. And my husband Charles both think I write Harlequin romance novels of which they have no interest. Neither has...
BondageTHE TRAINING OF A PONY GIRL CHAPTER 2 The next day. Monday morning, Ann woke me up at 7 Am and told me, "It is time to get up sleepy head". "We need to start your training, but first, I have your breakfast ready!" I threw on a pair of shorts and a flimsy top. Pushed on my slippers, and headed down to the kitchen. Sure enough, there was a hard boiled egg and one piece of dry toast. I asked, "Where is my breakfast?" Ann just smiled and pointed to the plate with the egg and one slice...
That first night Jen worked the glory hole, she swallowed five loads of cum. She loved it so much that she is on the rotation a couple nights a week. I looked forward to her coming home and telling me about how many dicks she sucked, if she fucked any of them, and where she took each load. Even if she had fucked three or four guys, I would be so horny that I would bend her over the end of the bed and give her one last fuck and blow my load deep in her used cunt. There was even a couple times at...
She was already nude, except for her panties, which she kept until the last moment. There was something about men that reacted to the scent she collected down there and she had done this enough during regular sex to know that it worked. She could feel them moist already, could actually feel her labia move against each other as the moistness seeped past them into the material. She involuntarily squeezed her legs together a bit and then continued with her business. She had removed his shirt...
Jen was a bit annoyed with Roger as she sat with her second cup of coffee. At least she told herself she was annoyed. The thing that sort of irked her most was that she felt she should be irked, but when she looked inside she could find no reason to be. She had always been taught that a man should be able to expect fidelity from his wife, and that expectation should be enough to keep a girl on the straight and narrow. His bantering remarks at breakfast had at first confused her, bad enough...
“Jennifer Saunders, will you marry me?” The question was easy when he wasn’t panicked over the answer. “David Blake, I will.” He put the ring on her finger, and they were officially engaged. They each took a box with the other’s wedding ring in it. Back in the car, the engaged couple had no appointments. “What do you want to do with the rest of the evening?” he asked her. “I’ll admit that this was my priority. I’ll drive you back, if you want. Still, I’d rather have a date with you. I...
Jen was a bit annoyed with Roger as she sat with her second cup of coffee. At least she told herself she was annoyed. The thing that sort of irked her most was that she felt she should be irked, but when she looked inside she could find no reason to be. She had always been taught that a man should be able to expect fidelity from his wife, and that expectation should be enough to keep a girl on the straight and narrow. His bantering remarks at breakfast had at first confused her, bad enough...
SwingerI was a nineteen year old virgin with money in the bank. I don’t think I’m shy, I can talk to anyone, but I never seemed to have much joy with men. If I threw myself at them it seemed to scare them away, if I played hard to get I didn’t get got. This man was different. He seemed happy to simply chat; he was a lot older than me and I guess I treated him more like an uncle. It was at least a month before we discussed sex at all and then what with one thing and another I started to tell him how...
BDSMA vision in White stood before him, long limbed slim, but entirely clothed in white silk, His mother Marjorie Lady Acheron soon to be the Dowager Lady Acheron explained. "It's May, I lent her some clothes, I feel you can have no qualms about her suitability now, and even if you do I do not care, you will marry her and provide an heir." her voice became more strident, "Do you hear me?" He looked relieved, "Oh, gosh, sorry, I didn't recognise you with clothes on." "May...
It was mid-afternoon Saturday. Suzy and Maggie, partners for five years, had just gotten home from an excursion to their favorite mall. Each carried bags containing the new lingerie they’d purchased. It was a favorite pastime, trying on and buying revealing and pleasing new intimates for their visual and tactile pleasure. They had planned it as a warmup for the night’s visit to their favorite private club, Paddles.After leaving the bags on their bed they both turned to leave. “Wait here a...
FetishJen Goody a 28yrs mother getting for her first time at preparing thanksgiving dinner for her family (mom, dad, his parents son, and daughter) going to the store for last min. things taking the back roads to stay out of the holiday rush when her car died. Sitting about two miles from town on a county road she lost it crying her eyes out till she seen a truck coming towards her. The truck stopped and two big tall black men got out. Jen had never meet a black person at all, the men looked her up...
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As soon as the tail lights of Sharon’s car disappeared, I’d gone around to Jen’s. This was the first Tuesday that we had got together. She opened the door whilst standing behind it, the reason being she was naked. As soon as the door closed she threw herself at me, her arms around my shoulders, and her tongue in my mouth. I cupped her buttocks and pulled her close, as we kissed passionately. We stumbled into her lounge and fell onto the sofa. She quickly had my jeans undone, her hand slipping...
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I was in the military and took an assignment overseas and I was somewhat pleased to leave my wife, Jen, and her daughter back in the states. My wife was a domestic terror who kept me under control by using my fear of her anger. My step-daughter was as pleasant as she could be and I missed her company. We probably bonded over our subservience to her mother and our efforts at family life were very much directed at keeping the peace. Jen was in the military also and requested an assignment to my...
Ann was walking down the street late at night returning home from a girl's night out. She was very upset about the fact that she had had a huge argument with her friend Beth about a guy. Beth thought John was so cute and so did Ann. However, Ann had seen him first and felt that she has first claim to him. They argued and Ann stormed off. Now she was walking down a dark street, alone because Beth had driven them to the bar. Ann heard a vehicle coming up behind her, and she turned and saw it was...
Janie looked up and down the street. She chewed on her ball gag to relieve the pain in her jaw. Her hands hurt where they were bound behind her back. The dildo in her pussy chafed and the butt plug in her ass hurt. “How do you like working in advertising?” Sam asked. Janie stamped her foot in frustration. Sam laughed. Janie didn’t think it was funny, being contracted to stand outside a downtown brothel with signs saying “Dolores Discount Whores” strapped to her front and “Whores from $25 a...
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IncestNumber One Pony PlowingEvery day at the farm begins the same way. I was wakened as usual at seven o’clock and had fifteen minutes to brush my teeth and go to the bathroom. Then I waited at the gate until my mistress arrived. My team assembled behind me and we waited silently until Mistress Eve showed up. She unlocked the gate and we walked to the wash room. I positioned myself between two posts, spread my feet and raised my arms. Mistress Eve tied my wrists to the posts then did the same to my...
Today I am a pony girl, and will be ridden by Jenny.I don’t know Jenny that well and have only met her twice. She is my pal Liv’s girlfriend. Liv and I used to work together, and have been friends ever since, even though Liv got sacked for saying a colleague looked like a paedophile, because he did. I was annoyed with her about that. It’s not often one has genuine allies in the workplace and Liv was one of them.She is about my height but much broader. If you had to label her, you’d call her a...
TransMY PONY By Betty Noone For reasons that will become obvious later on, I have changed my name and location for this story. For anyone to find out who the real me is, would make me vulnerable to possible criminal prosecution, even though I don't think that I did anything wrong, as the person to whom I did it to was already legally dead. So while my country of origin is not the United States, I will use the U.S. as the location for my story. Since I am the only one left who knows the...