Anna;tries Pony Girls

Anna agrees to try being a Ponygirl with her friend and pony girl Beck

It was break time at work. Being shy I had taken out my book and was finding my place when Becky, who was my age, nineteen, sat down beside me.

“Good book?” she asked.

“Uh huh, yeah really good,” I replied nodding. I put the book down and looked across at her with a smile. She smiled back and we sat together both, I guess, wanting to say something and both too shy to do so.

Suddenly she spoke “,You should try being a pony girl.”

‘Excuse me?” I replied startled. She was taken aback by my response and blushed.

“I said, um, you should try being a pony girl.”

I looked at her, I was puzzled- like was she one, and why me- but to be honest excited at the same time. I knew what pony girls were but it hadn’t interested me as something I’d want to do.

‘Why do you say that?” I asked quietly. She could see I was interested and moved closer.

‘Oh, its a few things really, I just think you’d love it- I do.”

I was looking at her with my mouth open.

‘Um, well what do you do?”

“Well its like the word says we’re ponies. Like we pretend to be ponies really. “

I was staring intently and nodding, she continued on,” like we have to strut on two legs obviously but we act like ponies. I love it.”

I was still staring, my mouth was still open and now I was nodding.

“I have to be totally submissive when I’m a pony and do everything I’m told. I love that. Oh and sometimes I make mistakes and I have to be punished- love that too. Oh some girls have masters but I have a Mistress.”

“Who’s that?” I asked , moving in closer as well.

“Its Rachel my sister, she’s eighteen but she’s really good and she’s got a friend Juliet who’s nineteen and she taught Rachel how to train me. Her pony had to move away with her family and now she’s looking for a new pony.”

She looked at me after she’d finished.

“So do you think I might be interested?”

“No, I mean yes, oh look, I am sure you will want to be a pony girl, but she has very high standards, so its really if she wants you.”

‘Oh hey,” I asked,” can I give it a try? If I don’t like it or I’m not good enough you’ll still speak to me, won’t you?”

“Course I will,” she answered,” and I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

We continued the conversation with her giving me an insight into a pony girl’s mind and her lifestyle. She had me wet and my fingers went under my skirt. She saw what I was doing and smiled. Her fingers went under her skirt too and we sat there playing with ourselves until the break was over.

I went home that night, stripped naked in my bedroom and practiced the pony girl prancing step. My boobs bounced up and down as I did the high knee action. Oh I loved it, I stared in the mirror as they bounced so beautifully up and down and thought of my self like this, naked, in front of all those Masters and Mistresses with my boobs bouncing.I turned and watched my butt – I had to arrange the mirror doors so I could see my butt easily. Oh yes, it quivered as I pranced.

At work the next day I couldn’t wait to speak to Becky. She saw my face,

“You tried it?”

My face glowed.

“Oh my yes, Oh it was fantastic.”

“We’re having a session tonight if you’d like to come along?”

“Oh I’d love to but I don’t have a car,” I answered sadly.

“That’s OK, I’ve got Mom’s car today so I can give you a ride,” she answered.

So after work she took me home and I told Mom I was going to try out as a Pony Girl. She was delighted and hoped I’d have lots of fun and she didn’t expect me home until late, if at all.

As we headed to her place Becky gave me an idea of what to expect when I met her sister; she would be looking at me as a pony girl and I needed to obey her commands and not make eye contact. I could feel myself getting wet at the thought of meeting Rachel and had my legs pressed together the rest of the way.

At Becky’s place we got out and went inside. I had thought I was going to be stripping off but it was not to be. Instead Rachel summoned me over and I stood still as she took hold of my jaw and opened my mouth to have a good look at my teeth, then tilted my head to look in my eyes-I looked away – and in my ears. She felt my butt, my thighs , calves and closely examined my feet.

When she had finished she nodded, obviously pleased with what she had seen and how I had behaved. She got all the equipment ready, put it in the car and we were on our way, Becky driving as she had her license, Rachel in the front seat and me in the rear.

Our destination was a large hall on the outskirts of town. The property was down a winding driveway and was not visible from the road. There would have been twenty cars in the car park and I wondered how many people would be there. It looked like a lot and I felt curiously excited at being naked in front of them. Becky parked the car and we got out.

As Mistress Rachel walked in front and as ponies Becky and I walked a respectful two paces behind her. Rachael walked straight in and went over to another Mistress. This one was tall, brunette and very assured, it could only be Juliet.I was immediately in awe of her and longed to be hers, both as her pony and as her submissive, I guess.

Rachel looked at me and gestured for me to come forward to meet this Goddess. I moved forward timidly and stood as erect as I could with my head up, shoulders back, chest out, tummy in and legs straight.

I was so nervous I was nearly peeing myself but she was pleased.

“So you want to be my pony?”

“Yes Miss,” I replied quietly looking down.

“Hmmm, well lets see how you go this evening.”

She turned to Rachel, ignoring the pony Becky, and said,”Thanks Hon, she looks like a really good prospect, I’ll see you out there later.”

They exchanged nods and Rachel led Becky away to be prepared while Juliet led me off in another direction. We were away to the side but still in the exercise ring. She started to undress me. I stood still as my blouse was unbuttoned and removed, then folded neatly, my bra was removed and also folded, my shoes and socks, then my jeans and panties- which were wet.

So now I stood naked where everyone could see but the trouble was no one appeared to be watching; there were naked pony girls everywhere and their owners were too busy fussing over them to look at me.

Juliet was thorough; she went through the same routine as Rachael had; examining my mouth, eyes and ears then she examined my body minutely. I was still a virgin and had never had anyone look at me like that. She got me to bend over and she pulled my ass cheeks apart and I could feel her finger in my anus, then I felt her fingers in my pussy pull the lips apart and from her breath on my exposed pussy she was very close examining in there as well.

I kept my pussy trimmed so there weren’t any stray hairs showing from my swim suit or panties but otherwise it was quite hairy.

“I’m going to prepare you to be a pony girl Anna,” she told me.

She led me to a bathroom area where other Owners were preparing their ponies. I was to be hosed off first- well ponies don’t have showers- do they? The water was cold and I turned and raised my arms then bent over and pulled my cheeks apart on her orders. I was then soaped with a brush and hosed off again.

Wet and cold with my nipples like rocks I was walked over to an area beside the hosing area and Juliet spread shave cream all over my body from just under my eyes down, front and back. She used a cut throat razor and shaved every inch of my body. In front of us was a wall mirror and I watched as my, in some places slightly hairy and in others very hairy, body became completely hairless. I was dying to stick my fingers in my pussy but I knew I would have to behave so I just stood still and tried to think like a pony.

Once finished she walked me back over to the hose off area and hosed me off again. This time though I was dried and made to kneel while she braided my hair and put pony girl make up on me. Pony girls wear lots of makeup, part of the appeal I guess- it sure was for me. Next step was the pony girl shoes. These are always very high, much like walking on your toes in ballet. The ones I got resembled a hoof where my toes went and I had to angle my feet down as steeply as I could to fit in them. Once they were on I felt like I was a pony. my movements were now very restricted and walking was very difficult.

Finally it was time for me to have the bridle put on my head while a belt was fastened round my waist. This is what the shafts would be connected to when I reached the stage of pulling a cart or buggy. There were also links at the side and Juliet put cuffs om my wrists and hooked them to the links on the belt. I was now restrained.

I loved the sensation of being so under her control I couldn’t help it and my cum started dribbling down my thigh.

She looked at me and pointedly at my wet pussy and smiled. As I stood there she patted my butt and rubbed my shoulders.

“Good girl,” she said and I couldn’t ever remember being happier than at that exact moment. She walked me over to the edge of the exercise ring and told me to watch the pony girls in training now because they were the Elite Grade- the best of the best as she put it.

So I did. They were good, having had a try I was aware of how difficult the steps were and mixing a slow step with a trot and pulling the cart round the course , changing direction, backing up and so on was a complex string of commands all of which they obeyed flawlessly. I was in awe of them and realized how much work I would require to reach their standard.

It wasn’t a conscious decision I simply knew my one desire was to be a pony girl, the best pony girl I could possibly be and I would do everything I could to be that. After a time Juliet came back to me, she had been chatting with some other Mistresses, and walked me away from the ring and out the back into the open. It was cold outside but I didn’t mind, I was with her and I had her undivided attention.

“You saw what the top ponies can do?”

“Yes Miss.”

“They took years to reach that standard and some of them still require work in some areas. What I’m saying is don’t be over awed, we will start and you will improve and then we will move up to the next level. OK?”

I nodded and I couldn’t help smile, my eyes lifted to hers for just a moment then I looked down as I instinctively knew a submissive should.

She smiled again, patted my butt (I loved that), and attached a training rope to my bridle. It was twenty feet in length and she had me move away so the rope was at full stretch and on command I started a slow pony girl trot- high knee lift and slow movement- moving in a circle as she controlled me on the rope. I was subjected to a string of commands and corrections; tummy in, head straight, chin up, bring your legs down straighter and so on. She must have been happy finally as I moved to a trot and then the prance.

We had been exercising for over an hour and the sweat was pouring off me. I was exhausted but wanted to keep going for her and because I felt so hot having her stare at my naked body. I could feel my tits bouncing up and down and my pussy was just wet.

She pulled on the rope and I walked submissively over to her.

“Anna, you’re a pony not an exhibitionist. You keep doing things to show off your body for me and your cum is running down your legs. You need to think in terms of being a pony or I can promise you your enjoyment will be short lived.”

I was crushed, my shoulders slumped and I suddenly felt terribly embarrassed. This was the moment she had been waiting for and as I wallowed in self pity she took hold of my shoulder and turned me to face her.

“You were born to be a pony girl. I can train you and you will love what you do, you will not be aware of being naked in front of the Mistresses and other pony girls, it will seem completely natural for you. You will delight in being a pony girl but it is not the place for you to have orgasms.”

I nodded, still looking down.

“OK, well I think you’ve had enough, the first time is always difficult. I won’t keep you in suspense, you will be my pony. After each session you will become a submissive and I will use your body for my, and your sexual pleasure. That is the other side of being a pony girl- Becky enjoys it,” she added quietly.

I couldn’t help it; my pussy was wide open and glistening with my cum.

“Now I will hose you off and brush you down and you can watch Becky go through her paces.”

She removed my waist belt, bridle, cuffs and pony girl shoes- it felt strange to be walking on the soles of my feet again.then led me to the hose down area and hosed me off, I was washed again and the soap hosed off. She dried me with a towel then brushed me with a curry comb. It felt fantastic on my skin.

I was now naked and she left me so as we walked round to a vantage point to watch Rachael put Becky through her paces. Becky had the high plumes in her bridle and a bit in place. Her hands were secured just behind her sides and she wore the very high pony girl shoes.

Her routine amazed me, and I watched as her breasts bounced rhythmically up and down in time to her prancing step. She got her knees up higher and just a bit wider than mine but it made seeing her pussy that much easier. Rachael was in the cart Pony Becky was pulling and her whip lashed Becky’s back and bottom as she gave her commands.

Finally the exercise finished and Becky was covered in sweat with her chest heaving. Rachael got out of the cart , went up to her pony and patted her on the shoulder. I could see Becky moving her weight just a bit closer to Rachael who held the reins and led Pony and cart to the dismount area.

She released the trails, undid the belt, removed the bride and bit then pointed to the hosing area. Becky obediently walked in her pony shoes to the area.She lay on her back with her legs up so Rachael could undo them and take them off. With her shoes off she walked to the hosing area and stood as I had to be hosed with cold water, scrubbed with soapy water and hosed off again. She was then dried and brushed, although only lightly on her rear.

We had been among the last to get started and given our exercises happened one after the other there were just a few ponies and Mistresses left in the exercise yard; the rest were in the lounge. Juliet led us in. The pony girls and Mistresses were congregating in two separate groups. Becky took my arm and led me to the pony girl group while Rachael and Juliet joined the other Mistresses. I was momentarily disappointed to lose Juliet like that; I had expected her to get a strap on and start fucking me- so did my wet pussy.

“Hi girls, this is Anna,” Becky announced to the other pony girls. They crowded round, hugging ,fondling and kissing as they introduced themselves and each other. In no time I was lying on the floor with my legs wide apart and a hand probing my pussy.

“Holy fuck!” Cindy, who’s lovely hand was at work down there, exclaimed, “She’s a virgin!” The others stopped and stared.

Juliet heard too,

“I know,” I heard her say.

It hadn’t occurred to me in this day and age to be anything special, but it was here obviously. So now I lay on my back with my legs spread on my own with a circle of pony girls around me.I looked over to Juliet and I saw she had moved to the side and was stripping off, still talking with the others and quite at ease.

While she was getting ready the other pony girls gathered round me; in their pony girl role their faces were impassive but now they sported grins and smiles. Quite a few were lovers and they stood with their arms round each other looking down at me. The Mistresses came over too and mingled, some were lovers with their pony girls and others loved another Mistress. When she was ready Juliet walked over to me. She knelt at my pussy and smiled at me.

“I would like to take your cherry hon, is that OK with you?”

I beamed; that was exactly what I had been dreaming would happen and I couldn’t wait. I reached up for her and she positioned the strap on she was wearing in the entrance of my vagina then lay on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her and tilted my tummy up so her shaft could get in easier.

Everyone was silent and I could hear my breathing. Juliet got the tip to just pushing on my hymen then pushed a little more. I felt it stretch and then she drew back and rammed it home. She tore through my membrane and I felt the tearing sensation and the pain- nowhere near as bad as I had expected and with the shaft deep in my pussy and my Mistress in my arms it was of no consequence to me.

But it was to the others and they clapped and cheered when Juliet had rammed her cock home. They fell silent again until the blood started to seep out, then they clapped and cheered again. I didn’t look up- if I had I would have seen one face not smiling. I had my eyes closed as Juliet fucked me with her strap on, she fiddled with my clit with her fingers as she rammed the shaft deep in my pussy. It didn’t take long and I came; she pulled out and I lay with legs apart as my orgasm started. My body wanted to press my legs together but two girls took a foot each and pulled to keep them apart and my pussy on display.

I lay there after I had cummed and opened my eyes, some of the girls were still watching and smiling; over to the side was one who wasn’t smiling – Becky.

.

She looked very unhappy and stood with shoulders slumped and arms crossed.I realized at that instant just how much she meant to me; I had thought of her and me and it made more sense than Juliet and me because we would never be equal enough to have a relationship. I worshiped her and when she was going to fuck me, ohh that had made me so hot. The girl I cared for though truly was Becky and I looked up at her and stretched my arms out for her.

She looked surprised. She pointed to herself in that ‘what me?” gesture and I nodded. She lay down on me just as Juliet had done only without the air of authority- or the strap on. She trembled as she lay on me and I turned her so that I was on top and kissing her. Her body shook as she held me so tight.

‘Hey baby,” I whispered in her ear,” its alright, I’m here for you. “

She looked at me with a look of such fear then pressed her face to my cheek and shook.

“I couldn’t stand that,” she stated finally”, I want you to be mine.”

No please or modifiers just a straight out heartfelt declaration.

“I am,” I replied, then squeezed her. I felt her relax and the hands that had squeezed were now stroking me gently as she turned me and now we were side by side on the floor.

We kissed and cuddled, I noticed a naked Juliet fucking a naked Rachael and it was clear that that was where Juliet’s love lay. Cuddling with Becky was good enough for me though, I hadn’t realized how strongly I felt about her and I just couldn’t press my body hard enough against her.

After half an hour the Mistresses came over and told us to get dressed, it was time to head off.

Juliet had her own car so they said their good byes there then Becky and Rachael went via my place to drop me off. It was late and I expected Mom to be in bed but the lights were on and I could see her through the window.

She came out to the car and said hi to Rachael and Becky, we stood together and waved as they drove away, then went inside.

“So?” she asked,”and how did it go?”

‘Oh Mom I loved it,” I replied a huge beaming smile on my face. And I went over everything for her, meeting Rachael and her inspection of me, the hall, meeting Juliet and how overawed I felt and how I wanted to be her pony girl, then the being stripped, showered, shaved, wearing the pony girl shoes, watching the others and watching Becky, how amazing Becky was, being a pony girl, and being fucked by Juliet in front of all those women and girls.

As I told her what I had done or seen her eyes closed and her hand slipped up under her dress, later her legs were splayed , her mouth was open and her dress was pulled right up, her thong pulled to the side as she masturbated furiously.

“Oh fuck, I have dreamed all my life of being a pony girl,” she signed as she raised her hips and slipped her thong off.

We had never been prudish about nudity but neither of us had masturbated in front of the other. I liked it, and watched her as I told her of the things that had happened and how I felt about them.She unzipped and pulled her dress up and over them unfastened her bra and shucked that off too.

“I love having you watch babe,” she told me licking her lips,”why don’t you strip off too and masturbate beside me?”

So I did. She was amazed at my super smooth body and made me open my legs and spread my cheeks while she checked me out. It felt incredibly erotic knowing my own mother was examining me and that I was turned on by her doing so. After she had a really thorough look I sprawled beside her, our bodies touching and started playing with myself.

We had been going for about ten minutes when she got up went into her bedroom and came back with her toys. She lubed up my asshole and stuck a long skinny one up there then turned it on. I rotated my ass around as I felt it working inside me. She then eased a big pink vibrator in my pussy kissed me and started to push vibrators in both her holes. I stroked her breasts while she did this and felt her hard nipples under my palms.

Eventually I just came and came and came.Mom did too and we lay together utterly shagged. Mom lead me off to the bathroom and we shared a shower- another first- then went to bed. We share her bed, not that we were lovers now, we had shared a masturbatory experience together and we had never been closer on any level. We had but I was in love with Becky and that wasn’t going to change.

PART TWO

When I awoke Mom was already up and sitting naked at her computer.She heard me stir,”Hi babe, sleep well?”

“Like a log hon, what are you doing?”

She swiveled round and sat facing me with her legs apart,

“Hey I’ve been thinking, you know in it’s own way that pony girl thing is pretty erotic but, oh fuck it Anna I want more,you know? I don’t want to have to pretend having all those people staring at my body isn’t a turn on for me. You know?”

I nodded, she was saying what I had felt when Mistress had told me I was an exhibitionist slut, and waited for her to continue.

“I was thinking last night what makes me the horniest and its getting punished and fucked in front of other people. Not in public but an audience that knows what’s going on and is there for just that.”

“Wow!” I exclaimed,”you’ve really thought this out.”

“Want to join me?”

“Sure. Where?”

“I think I’ve found one, you get off to work honey, might pay to have a quick shower, huh?”

As I showered in her en suite with the door open she came in and masturbated in front of me while sitting on the toilet with her heels on the seat. As I watched she got up on the seat and crouching peed right in front of me. I spread my legs and peed hard in the shower in reply. All the while we were chatting. She had found a place, a Private Lesbian BDSM Club, it was too early now we figured so Mom would try before she left for work at nine thirty and let me know the outcome when I got home.

Becky was waiting for me at work and we limited ourselves to just one hand hold, and a quick one at that but I could feel what she felt for me. At morning tea we sat together and I told her where Mom was going in her thinking and that I was getting turned on thinking about it.

“Do I figure in any of this?” She asked and I could tell she was feeling very insecure.

“My world revolves around you baby and I want you there, whether you are on stage or whatever is up to you but I want you there.”

“And the pony girls? I love pony girls,” she said and I could feel the desperation in her voice- the fear I was sliding away.

“Can’t we do both?” I asked and as I asked it I knew the answer was no.

“Oh, well OK then, I suppose that’s it, hey I’ll see you round I guess,” she said quietly and looking away got up and walked back to her part of the office.

I sat there stunned. This was suppose to be more and better but instead I had just lost the only person I had ever loved and it shook me to the core. I worked the rest of the day feeling numb. At lunchtime Becky stayed at her desk “catching up” as she put it without seeing me standing there with the tears streaming down my face.

I stood looking at her hoping she would look up but eventually had to give up and move away. There was the bench we had sat on outside but other people were there now and I wanted to be alone with my pain so I went and leaned against the wall away from everyone and cried my eyes out.

I didn’t want to do pony girls, I didn’t want to do BDSM; I didn’t really want to do anything.

The day finished and though Becky walked past me on the way out she didn’t acknowledge me- my hand up limply in a sort of hopeful greeting. I was thankful I had my sunglasses on the bus so the others couldn’t see my eyes as I sat there with my misery. I had her, I absolutely had her. She loved me, adored me and now she wouldn’t even look at me. God I was so stupid.

I walked in and slammed the door shut.

“I am not doing any fucking depraved sex!”I shouted.

Then I stamped through to my bedroom, slammed that door, punched my pillow, threw my big teddy bear against the wall, threw myself on the bed and howled.

Presently there was gentle knock on the door.

“Honey? Its Becky,isn’t it? What happened darling?”

I wanted to say something but I just couldn’t speak so I groaned and curled up in a little ball on the bed. Mom pushed the door open and came in to sit beside me.

“You told her?”

I nodded.

“She wants to keep on with pony girls huh?”

Again I nodded.

“Do you?”

“I don’t know. I thought I really liked it but they were playing games with us. You know, I mean its pretty demeaning really and my tit less wonder of a mistress was so snarky to me- I mean I could have taken her with one hand tied behind my back, but its what Becky wanted and I’d do it just to have her but its too late now.”

“You haven’t lost her darling,” she replied and she stroked my hair as she spoke to me,” she’s hurt; she thinks she’s lost you and she’s trying to show she doesn’t care, She does. Now come and help with dinner while I fold the washing.”

She had been nude all the time and gestured for me to strip too. I didn’t feel very horny. not like last night and this morning but it was nice to be nude. After dinner we sat together on the sofa; she must have cooked something with loads of carbohydrates because I felt quite drowsy after an hour or so. She sat at one end and had me lie on my back with my head in her lap.I thought she might finger me and despite my earlier feelings of modesty I would have quite liked it, maybe.

She didn’t; she caressed me and sang softly as she rocked me very slowly. I guess it didn’t take long to doze off and when I came to I was still on her lap but she had fallen asleep too; her arms lay limp at her sides and her head had also slumped to the side. She looked as if she hadn’t wanted to abandon me and finally sleep had overcome her. I felt ashamed of my performance earlier and looked up at the sleeping face of the woman who loved me so much.

My stirring woke her.

“Hi honey, want to go to bed?”

“Yours?”

“Wanna sleep with your mommy?”

I thought immediately of sleeping with Becky and Mom could see the fleeting look of hurt that appeared on my face.She let it pass and got up to join me.

“Just have faith everything will work out babe, OK?”

I shrugged,”I guess.”

“Look,” she said and she gripped at the top of my arms tight,” She loves you. She’s hurt and insecure but she loves you, There’s no one else, time will heal, trust me.”

I had no idea if what she said would prove correct but I was too tired now to do anything but sleep and once we reached Mom’s bed that is what I did. I slept without waking until morning- it was after nine. Oh gosh, I thought, I’m in for it now and hurried to get out of bed trying to think of what bus I could catch. Mom came in with my breakfast on a tray.

“I rang work,” she said briskly,” told them you weren’t feeling the best and I’d keep you home.”

“Ohh,” I replied, I could do with a rest I guess but Becky was at work and maybe if I was there she’d … well she might have.

“I had quite a chat with your boss, she’s a very nice lady Charmaine. She knows you and Becky have fallen out and you’re both hurting.”

“Is Becky at?”

“I asked. She was but she was so absentminded Charmaine gave her a day’s sick leave and sent her home.”

She fussed over me as she was speaking setting the tray on my lap and stuffing her pillows in behind me to prop me up.It was just cereal, fruit juice, coffee and toast but she had gone to a lot of effort to make it just so and there was a pink rose in a little narrow stemmed vase on there as well. I just let myself feel loved and ate my breakfast. She sat on the bed with me and we chatted about things, what we would have for dinner, what was on TV tonight how was I enjoying my book and so on. Then, when I had finished she took my tray and said,”take your time.”

I went to the toilet and had a shower. I just dried off and came out to the lounge.

“I rang her,” she announced calmly.

“You what?”

“I rang her,” she repeated patiently.

“Well? What did she say? How did she sound? Did she, you know, ask?”

“Oh honey! She feels utterly crushed, she didn’t sleep at all last night, her mother wasn’t particularly sympathetic and her sister was mean as well from what I could make out.”

I was nodding lost in my own thoughts when she stunned me.

“I’m going over to pick her up in half an hour.”

My mouth fell open and I slumped on to the couch,

“You’re what?” I managed.

“You heard. Now you look very nice with what you’ve got on, don’t bother changing will you.”

She left not long after but wasn’t back for nearly two hours, She came in with one huge bag while Becky pulled another. She looked up at me. I stood naked with my hands behind my back and a worried look on my face. Looking at hers I could tell she’d been crying and I felt my heart go out to her. I brought my hands round to the front and with my elbows tucked in pushed my forearms wide as if to say,

“I’d love to give you a hug. If you want.”

She had looked down and she looked up at me again, as she did I saw the tears running down her cheeks. I rushed over and threw my arms round her.

“I’m sorry,” I told her over and over,” I’ll do pony girls for you, with you. I will, if you want me to.”

She didn’t answer but she hugged me so tight she didn’t have to say anything.

‘I can’t bear to be without you,” she said finally and her teary eyes looked into mine.

Mom steered us over to the couch and knelt in front of us.

“Honey, you know what I told you this morning?”

I nodded.

“Well Becky and I went for a coffee and we talked about things and, well, now I know what goes on in that house I think she’s better off out of there. So she’s moving in with us, if that’s OK?”

I was stunned, yes I know the bags and all but I couldn’t let myself hope that that was what it meant- but it was.

I leaned over and hugged Becky as tight as I could. She hugged me back.

Mom put Becky’s cases in my room and made noises about having to do some shopping then left. Becky stripped off and we went and lay on my, on our bed.

“Your Mom is really wonderful,” she told me “, you know, when I got home Mom didn’t care and my sister told me to snap out of it. Told me to remember I was a pony. A fucking pony for God’s sake. I’m not a pony I’m a girl.”

And I knew pony girls was over for her too.

‘I love you,” I told her,”always know that-I love you.”

I squeezed her again still not quite believing that the girl I loved so much and thought I had lost for ever could be here in my arms.

Well one thing lead to another and we lay cuddled together,she kissed me on the cheek and smiled.

“what was that for?” I asked with a smile.

“Oh, just thinking,” I gave her a quizzical look, ” you know, about you and how much I feel about you, nothing much really I suppose,” and she rolled her eyes as she poked her tongue at me.

I leaned over and kissed her.

“God I love you so much, you know I thought I did but when I thought I’d lost you. Wow, I had no idea…”

We lay together a while longer then got up and went out to the lounge.

I had put the jug on and was buttering some muffins when Mom returned.

She had some shopping to put away and Becky helped her, finding where things went in the process, while I got another mug down and did a coffee and some more muffins for Mom. We adjourned to the couch and sprawled over each other as we had our late morning tea.Mom was still wearing her jeans and top while we were naked.

“Hey?” she asked.

“Yes?”

“Do you guys mind me, you know being here? If you’d rather I could go and have a rest on my bed or-“

“NO!” screamed Becky and she threw herself on Mom- or Emma as I was clearly going to have to get used to calling her,”no you stay right here,OK?”

She asked in the same tone she had spoken to me in about did I still want to do pony girls. It was the tone she used when a thing was of huge importance to her.

Mom was busy hugging her back.

“Oh you are such a darling Becky sweetheart. I was so hoping you’d say that. And you Hon?” she asked me.

“I don’t want you to ever feel out of what we do Mom, I love you,” I told her.

Becky raised her head a little and looked over at me and a smile broke out on her face. She was a serious girl Becky, didn’t have a great sense of humor but she was as true as can be and she was mine.

And so began the first of our threesomes.

But not straight away. I must admit my pussy was nice and tingly as were my nipples but Becky stopped us dead in our tracks- Mom’s were stiffening nicely too- with those words

“Can we?”

Well we both looked at her.

“Oh, well can we, you know make it kind of special?”

A huge smile broke on Mom’s face and I could tell I was grinning.

“Yes darling, lets. Do you trust me to arrange it?” Mom asked.

Becky nodded happily and looked over at me. Hey I was easy, if Mom was happy making it and Becky was simply happy, well that worked for me. So I nodded happily, well as happily as a budding control freak ( thanks Mom) can when she’s not only not in control but doesn’t even know what the plan is.

It was settled: Becky and I had to go out for most of the afternoon while Mom got it all ready. Oh we offered of course but Mom said she’d get more pleasure from our reactions so we just went with it. We walked and walked, holding hands and sometimes just stopping spontaneously for a kiss.

Becky was happy, she held my hand tight and at any excuse came in to hook her arm through mine and pull us tight, She had, I was discovering, a real need to be held, physically held. I was happy, thrilled, to do it but I was curious and when we got to a park bench I sat us down , held her hands and rested my forehead on hers.

‘You know I love you, don’t you?” and I said it with my eyes inches from hers and staring into her soul. She gave me a little smile and looked straight into mine. She nodded,”Yeah.”

“Were you always loved?”

Her face clouded over and she moved out of the forehead to forehead and hugged me with her face pressed cheek to cheek with mine. I felt her sobbing and held her in silence; stroking her hair until she had found her voice and was ready to speak.

It went very much as Mom and I, but more Mom to be honest, had suspected. Becky had got into pony girls because it meant she could belong, she was never hugged- her family “weren’t like that”- and the best she could get was a nod of approval if she had done exceptionally well. She worked so hard for those nods. Well I had thought her sister’s attitude towards her was strange but I hadn’t known pony girls so I just accepted it but she was a bitch to Becky to put it mildly. Her mother was cold to her and I wondered if that might have just been her personality, Becky hadn’t thought about it so I let the topic drop.

We walked home, slowly, after that and as before people would look at us; some rolled their eyes or looked away but most looked at us and smiled. It was late afternoon when we got home. I had been thinking of what Mom had told me the morning after pony girls about wanting to be punished in front of an audience and I cringed thinking that would be the last thing Becky would want right now. Becky opened the door and ushered me in. I could smell something nice coming from the kitchen, the place was gleaming, the table was set with our best lace table cloth the silver cutlery, the best china and there was a silver candelabra as the center piece.

So the same only nicer, which was a relief. Mom was naked still and had been doing something in the lounge. She came over to us put her arms out for me and when I went in to her and wrapped my arms around her she held my face and tilted it to give me a passionate french kiss. I felt my self getting wet and returned the kiss, seeking to push my tongue deep into her mouth. Then, just as I was right into it, she held me at the shoulders:

“Sweetheart you’ve had four hours of quality time with Bex right?”

I was suspicious; this was going somewhere- but she was right four wonderful hours.

“Yeah, I guess?”

“So would you mind if I had just a little time with her? Alone?”

I could feel a grin breaking out on my face.

“No, I’ll just masturbate out here thinking about you both,” I told her and started stripping off.

Mom undressed Bex and lead her naked into the bedroom. And shut the door. I was happily masturbating away, I nearly had my whole hand in my pussy while with the other I ranged from twisting and pulling hard on my nipples to working my clit.I had brought myself off twice and was just lying there with my eyes closed and gently fingering when they came out. Mom brought her over to me and headed back to the kitchen.it was a gesture of meaning rather than necessity and I appreciated it.

We sat on the couch.

“Miss me?” she asked and the question, although asked lightly had a considerable importance to her.

I looked her in the eye, “more than I can say. When you’re away all I want is to have you back,” I told her and I meant every word.

She snuggled into me and kissed my ear.

“I missed you,” she told me happily, then, “guess who we talked about.”

“Me?”

“Yep”

“Oh God, why? I’m just me.”

“You’re my special “just me” that’s why and I want to know all about you. Your Mom is so lovely, I want to have sex with her tonight, like with us, as a threesome. She and I are going to fist each other and I want to do you too. Have you done it before?”

I shook my head,”I’ve wanted to and nearly there just now but all the way in? No.”

We dressed for dinner, Mom had moved my stuff and unpacked Bex’s into her, our, walk in wardrobe and because we were much the same size it was all in together, organized but not hers here, mine there and Becks there. So we could steal each others clothes. Anyhow she had picked three evening frocks,the sluttiest thongs I had seen and three pairs of stilettos.

Well we all showered , did each others hair and makeup then got dressed and slinked out in our stilettos looking and feeling just so glamorous.

I loved the food. After the first course mom told us she would just clear the soup bowls away and bring in the main course. She reappeared naked but still wearing the stilettos as she brought our plates to us then went back for hers, all the time acting as if nothing had happened. And, other than making my pussy wet and my nipples hard, for me it hadn’t.

Bex was right on the ball with the main course plates. I finished last and as soon as my knife and fork were placed together on the plate she was on her feet taking Mom’s plate, then stacking hers and mine on top and heading off to the kitchen to ” get dessert.”

She returned naked also wearing the stilettos, placed Mom’s dessert bowl in front of her letting her breast brush over Mom’s arm and then on to me where I also had my dessert placed in front of me and I also had her breast brush over my arm as she placed my bowl just so.

So here I was clothed with two naked woman chatting away about their jobs and people in the office getting hornier and hornier. They made it worse of course with Mom absently tweaking a nipple as she spoke and Bex pulling on one of hers as she stared intently at me as I was speaking.

As soon as Mom’s spoon was back in the bowl I was on my feet. I was so determined they both burst out laughing . Mom arched her back, raised her arms over her head then brought them back sticking her chest out.

‘Feel like a coffee Bex?” she asked pretending to ignore me and looking over at Becky.

“Well if you can be bothered Anna, yes a coffee would be nice,” she answered elbows up and brushing her hands through her hair.

I took the bowls into the kitchen. On the floor in crumpled heaps were the lovely frocks they had been wearing and the thongs. I set the coffee machine, stripped off and when they were ready brought in the coffees, stark naked with cum dribbling down my thigh. As they had I made a point of putting their coffees right in front of them and brushing my tits over their arm then going the long way round the table so my ass was on show for as long as possible. I returned the same way with the creamy cum on show in the open bottom part of my pussy.

They both simply leered at my pussy.

‘Something wrong?” I asked innocently.

Bex looked up at me with a knowing smile on her face.

“No babe, everything is perfect.”

That comment I made earlier about her sense of humor? Could I just admit now I got that totally wrong? Thanks.

Well we sat making more small talk as we played with ourselves and moved on to discuss in a matter of fact way how wet our pussies were and how horny we were feeling when Mom said that she thought it might be an idea if she just cleared a few things away while we went through to the lounge.

We were seated on the couch when she came in; she got me off the sofa, sat right next to Bex and on a signal from Mom both she and Bex scooted forward , pulled their legs up and placing their fingers either side of their pussies pulled them wide open.

“Time for some multitasking darling,” Bex advised me in such a sweet little voice.

“I’ve never…”

“We know and yet we’ve chosen you,” Mom said in a way I had to interpret as just a little sarcastic. Then she added softly and encouragingly,” We’ve both been fisted many times sweets, you won’t find us too hard.”

I wasn’t going to try without lube- despite their protests about sufficient lubrication having occurred naturally- so I got some from my new room and returned wiping it all over my hands and down past my wrists.

Now I was ready. I knelt and pushed my left hand into Mom’s pussy; my right into Bex’s. Well I could get quite a way in but not past my knuckles and I still had my thumb to go as well. Mom took my hand and pulled it in , then out, in, twisting a little and then I got it nearly in and her pussy sucked my whole hand in.

“Oh My God!” I thought I have my hand up inside my mother’s pussy. Emma raised her head and smiled at me.

I smiled back and focused on my right hand. My hand worked back and forward as I moved it to the critical point just over the knuckles and voila my hand was in, not sucked in like with Emma’s but sliding in, and sliding easily after all that. They turned to each other and engaged in a sultry languid open mouthed kiss as they both came for me.I pulled my hands out, licked all the cum I could find while I watched their pretty pussies opening and closing.

The pulled themselves back up and sat facing me. I must say they had very pleased with themselves expressions on their faces too.

“Have you never done that before?” Mom asked finally.

Oh shit,I thought I must have really sucked at that.

“Cause fuck that was amazing.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” Bex said and she gave me a loving smile as she said it.

I looked over at Emma and she had this loving smile on her face too. We actually stopped at that point, well they were a mess so we adjourned to the shower and cleaned up, we all pissed in the shower as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Bex was facing me and some of her pee ran down my leg. She leaned into me as she was doing it and poked her tongue between my lips I sucked on her tongue as I thrilled to the feel of her piss stream hitting my thigh.

After we had dried off we went back out to the lounge and I was instructed to lie on the floor. I have to admit the stopping and having a shower then drying off and coming back out well, you know, it had taken the edge off a bit for me.

Sorry? Well, yes, OK, alright I’ll admit I was a bit nervous too. OK, very nervous about the ,um fisting. I was keen but nervous.

So I lay on the floor and waited. Mom lay on her tummy beside me held my head in both hands and gave me a big sloppy kiss. As I lay back after she licked my throat and went back to slobbering over my wide open mouth. I was as turned on as I think I had ever been and I longed to have something, anything, in my pussy.

Becky licked me down there. All over to be honest, across my pussy, up over my butt hole, down my slit, she pulled my labia wide apart and licked everywhere she could and as I got wetter and wetter Mom was keeping this sloppy licking kiss going as well. Becky eased her fingers in and was quickly up to four. I could feel it and tensed.

Her head came up out of no mans land and she smiled at me.

“Relax baby, I won’t force it, if you can take it you can if you can’t you can’t.”

Well that helped and I relaxed and just enjoyed what was being done to me when I felt her hand had gone deeper and suddenly it slipped in. I changed position, just a bit tying to give her the best access so this hand could go deep into my pussy.

“Close your eyes darling,” Emma told me, having broken off the kiss, “Just feel your pussy, you look so sexy like this,I’m so proud of you.”

She retreated to have a view of my cunt as Becky worked her hand in there and then I felt her pulling it out. Hey, I thought, too soon too- but her hand went back in- no, wait it wasn’t moving the same, it was exploring- My God.

“Mom? Is that you in me?” I asked dreamily.

“Yes sweetie, oh you just look so gorgeous, your pussy is wide open, there’s cum dripping out of it and I think I could watch it for ever.”

I smiled, I think it was a smile -I was really too far gone to tell. She finally pulled her had out for good after they had taken turns pushing their hand right in then pulling all the way out and back in again.I have to admit I was in La La Land and soon after simply fell asleep. When I awoke I was still on the floor while they were standing next to me kissing passionately.

The view from where I was was pretty amazing and I lay there for some seconds before they noticed my eyes were open. They both crouched down to speak to me.

“How did that feel?” Emma asked while Becky watched me intently as they waited for my answer.

Well it was the most intensely satisfying sexual experience that I had ever had, that’s how it felt but I was way too zonked to spout all that so I just said,”fannnnntastic!”

They smiled at that and helped me to my feet and off to the shower.

That woke me, especially when they hopped out and ran it on cold for me, telling me it was good for the circulation while giggling and forcing me to stay in there. I did – its awful at first but the cold actually becomes a turn on. Anyway they relented, turned the shower up to very warm , turned it off and dried me with a nice fluffy towel.

It was time for bed and Emma had put three sets of pillows on the bed:me on the right, her on the left and our prisoner in the middle.

The one in the middle had to lie on her back otherwise she couldn’t kiss the girl who loved her on each side. I didn’t hear any complaints from Becky. She kissed first Emma then me then back to Emma and me and midway between going from Emma’s lips to mine she just nodded off.

Emma and I got up on our elbows, leaned over my sleeping darling, kissed, then snuggled into her and went off ourselves.

The End.

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