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Subject: {ASSM} A Betting Man - A Phil Phantom Tribute (MF, gi, pedo, bi, inc,  mother, dau, 1st, preg, prost)
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I've read a lot of erotic fiction over the years, but one author's always
stuck with me.  That was Phil Phantom and his assorted pen names,
particularly Tiffany.  They were wild, raunchy, outrageous, and portrayed a
world where anything went, and everyone usually wound up enjoying what
happened, even when it seemed horrible to a rational observer.

   I didn't share all of his particular kinks and fetishes, but I shared
enough of them and found myself appreciating some of the ones I didn't, and
I've probably reread those stories more than any other when I needed a good
cum.  I'd long wanted to try my hand at a work in his style, even before I
started writing, and this was my first attempt.

   When I was writing "Wanna Bet?" I had an idea for another story using
that same title (since changed), which I thought of as a "Phil Phantom"
style story.  But I put that story aside and wrote the one I did.  When I
signed up for an account somewhere to post my first works of erotic
literature, something happened, something that only seems to happen once
every few years...  I stumbled upon several of Phil's stories I hadn't read
yet.  So, because of that confluence of events, I felt inspired and went on
to write this little story in tribute to them.  I've since completed a
second, and am either nearly finished or in progress on two more, with many
other ideas.  It's fun, and a lot of the time I'm not in the mood to write
a regular story, but I can write a Phil Phantom style story, (and sometimes
it's vice versa...  and of course, there are some ideas that can only work,
for me, in a Phil Phantom universe, so that's how I'll tackle them.

   These stories are done as a tribute and homage, so I'm deliberately
trying to echo certain stylistic choices and plot elements.  If there are
any other Phans around, I'd welcome input on how I did, or even just to
chat and discuss favorites.

   Phil Phantom, Tiffany, and the other pen names the one or two of them
use seem to have disappeared in recent years, but if they're out there, I
tip my hat to them.  I want to stress I have no idea of their current
status, this was just a spontaneous tribute out of love.

   ************************************* A Betting Man by AnonyMPC (MF, gi,
pedo, bi, inc, mother, dau, 1st, preg, prost)

   If somebody had told Miriam Cross that morning that, by the end of the
day, she would be watching her twelve-year old daughter Charlotte get
groped, fingered, then fucked by a man she'd just met, with her permission
and consent every step of the way, she would have slapped that person and
called the police, although she would have later masturbated to that
wicked, wicked notion.  Yet that was exactly what happened, and what's
more, Miriam'd just sold Charlotte into a month of hardcore prostitution
with a pregnancy expected by the end of it.

   It was prostitution, there was no doubt about that, but Buck was
considerate in the way he concealed that fact from Charlotte.  Less
considerate was the way his meaty fingers had broken her hymen, or the way
he was now shoving his ten-inch cock up Charlotte's tight pussy all the way
to the balls, and not being slow or gentle at all for her first time, but
her daughter didn't seem to mind any of that, so Miriam didn't see any
reason to object either.  Miriam sat on a stool and thrust her fingers into
her own snatch as she watched the obscene scene...  she'd never cheated
before, but she knew if Buck asked, she'd get down on her hands and knees
and let him fuck her silly on her porch with everybody watching.  That
first load was destined to go inside Charlotte, but surely a man with balls
that big had an extra load for her.

   They were big balls, both literally and metaphorically.  Literally, they
were only a little bigger than average, or what she assumed was average,
based solely on her husband and what she'd seen in dirty movies.  Based on
the dirty movies, her husband was below average.  Buck's literal balls
Miriam could barely cradle in one of her delicate hands without spilling,
and she knew because she'd done just that as he first penetrated Charlotte.
But his metaphorical balls, those were unparalleled in her experience.

   It had started as a mother-daughter day of shopping on a Sunday
afternoon.  They walked down the street, quite a pair.  Both were slender,
pale brunettes with bright smiles and killer blue eyes, and there was a lot
of family resemblance, but Charlotte was twelve, and Miriam nearing thirty,
pregnant right out of high school.

   Miriam was still quite attractive, although her angelic face had been
replaced by a lost, searching one, one of a woman hungry for something she
couldn't name, and who worried she'd soon lose her chance at it forever. 
She missed being young and carefree like her daughter, who still looked
like a little angel.  On her better days people mistook her for Charlotte's
older sister, but she knew that wouldn't last forever, nor would the way
Miriam still attracted most of the looks from men.  She had after all a
nice set of adult boobs.  They plumped up when she got pregnancy and then
seemingly stayed that way, firm and round and killer in a bra.  Charlotte
didn't have even a bra on, although she was starting to need one.  Miriam
had resisted formally acknowledging the sign of her daughter's dawning
womanhood, and her husband never pushed the issue, probably because he
liked it.

   Both girls were dressed in skirts, blue in color, with Miriam's being
tighter and more attractive.  Charlotte's just hanged loosely, modestly,
but still showed off her nice legs to people who were interested in young
stuff.  Those people would be more interested in her loose top, thin fabric
and spaghetti straps, which offered a preteen titty show whenever she bent
over, which she'd been doing a lot on the shopping trip.  Miriam was quite
conscious of how close the day was that her daughter would eclipse her raw
sex appeal...  about the only thing keeping it at bay was Charlotte's own
innocence and seeming lack of awareness of the power she could wield over
men.

   They'd spent the better part of the afternoon shopping and talking about
mother-daughter things, as Miriam debated whether to try and have the "sex
talk" with her.  Charlotte had been looking for a nice dress to wear to a
birthday party thrown by a friend, but had been unsatisfied.  It was going
to be a boys and girls party, the first since she'd started to really
notice boys and them her, so Charlotte wanted a special dress that would
make her look better than everybody else, and Miriam wanted to warn her
about boys and their ways.  They'd accomplished neither task at any of the
previous stores.

   Impulsively, they turned down a side street they didn't use much, and
spotted a shop neither of them had ever noticed before.  It was a new shop,
called "Dress You Up in My Love", and underneath the name ran the legend,
"Birthdays, Suits and Adult/Child/Maternity Wear." The shop didn't look too
promising.  Whoever painted the sign left off the "s" after "Birthdays",
the comma after, and the final slash after the word "Child".  Beyond that,
the windows were tinted and over the front door covered in paper, but there
was an OPEN sign, and Charlotte begged to take a quick look to find a dress
that nobody else would have, one that would look spectacular.  A new, out
of the way place, she suggested, might just be the perfect place to look.

   If she had seen the owner when they first came in, Miriam might have
turned around and walked right out again, because he looked like trouble,
but he was in the back, and so they entered, rang the bell, and Charlotte
was already looking through his wares when he came out.  The store had
racks of clothes, both new and used, and the wares all looked nice enough,
but the rest of the store was a bit dingy.  One of the lights was out,
making it look dimmer than it should be, and that and the closed spaces
made it look even more like a fly-by-night operation, a dump, even.

   She was just about to suggest trying another store when Buck came in
from a back room.  If she had been asked what a child molester looked like,
she might well have described Buck.  He was a big guy, who looked rough and
unsavory, with scraggly uncombed hair, and he was not just tall and
well-built, but big all over, a big nose that looked like it'd been broken
at least once, big feet, big hands with thick, long fingers.  He looked
like the kind of man a woman didn't want to be alone with, for fear he
might just try to pin her against a wall and brutally rape her and that she
might let him.  He wore a short sleeved Hawaiian shirt, and a pair of
shorts that looked too tight to be decent.  They were so tight she could
see the outline of his package, and it was a big package.  Charlotte saw it
too when he said hello, then blushed and looked away to avoid staring at
it.

   His voice, though, was gentle, solicitous, like he'd spent his whole
life as a salesman.  "Hello, welcome to my store.  I know we're still a
work in progress, but we're just starting out.  We've got plenty of
clothes, though.  My name's Buck, and if either of you two beautiful young
ladies need anything, you just ask me."

   "This is your store?" Charlotte scoffed.  "I bet you just work here."

   Buck grinned, baring his teeth as his eyes found and focused on little
Charlotte.  Miriam saw the look in his eyes, a look she used to see used on
herself, and she worried that the day she dreaded had finally come.  "You
bet?" he said with a laugh.  "Oh, those are the wrong words to use, little
darlin', because, you see, I'm a betting man, and I'll take that bet.  I
not only own the store, I own the building.  Do you want to see the deed?"

   Charlotte blushed demurely at being called out on her jest and moment of
snottiness.  "Okay, I believe you."

   "You believe me?  That's a mistake.  You don't know me from Adam." He
reached behind the counter and pulled out some forms from the desk, then
walked around and thrust them towards the little girl, but too low, so she
had to bend down to read them.  As she did, Miriam could see he was looking
down Charlotte's top.  "These are just copies, but I think they'll prove it
to you.  That's my name there.  Buck Grayson.  I own this building.  Now,
would you agree I won that bet?"

   "Okay, I agree.  But we didn't bet anything."

   "That's true.  That was just a friendly bet.  I don't like friendly
bets, bets are more fun when there's a little bit of a bite to them, don't
you agree?  That's how I got this store, on a bet."

   Charlotte's eyes widened, and Miriam found herself curious as well. 
"How did that happen?" she asked.

   "Well, it's a long story, and it doesn't make sense without telling you
things that I'm sworn to secrecy about, so I won't even try, I'll just say
it involves a dog, a knot, and a friend's wife." Buck caught Miriam's eye,
and she was scandalized, if he was implying what she thought he was
implying.  But it was all so vague, and at least it went right over
Charlotte's head.  Miriam decided she probably just had a dirty mind.  Buck
continued on.  "Instead of telling you that story, I'll just ask if there's
something in particular you're looking for."

   "I'm looking for a special kind of dress.  I'm going to a party soon,
and it's kind of a big deal so I want to look really nice."

   "You already look really nice, but I'm sure we've got something that
would make you look even nicer.  So, it's a big deal is it?  What is it? 
No, let me guess.  Your first big college keg party?"

   Charlotte gaped, missing the obvious teasing tone in Buck's voice. 
"College?!  No, it's for a friend's birthday party.  I'm not going to
college, I'm only..."

   "No, wait, don't tell me," Buck said, holding up a hand.  "You're right;
you're probably not quite old enough for college.  But I'll bet you ten
dollars you're at least 16.  Do you take that bet?"

   Charlotte smiled, and Miriam did too, for it was a ridiculous bet on the
face of it.  Charlotte wasn't even out of middle school yet.  "Yes, I'll
take that bet.  You owe me ten dollars.  I'm only twelve."

   "No!" Buck said, laying on fake surprise and doubt pretty thick.  "I'm
afraid you might be trying to swindle me out of ten dollars.  Do either of
you have her birth certificate with you?"

   "No," Miriam said, "But I am her mother and I can assure you that
Charlotte wouldn't lie to you.  She's only twelve."

   "I'm afraid that I've met too many people who try to cheat on a bet
before to take your words at face value.  Pretty faces are often liars, and
this little girl here is way too sexy to only be twelve years old.  I smell
something fishy, and usually when I smell something fishy, I like to plant
my nose right in there and wiggle it around, and maybe even take a taste,
just to see if there's a fish in there somewhere."

   Miriam squeezed her thighs together at the image of the man's face
buried there, taking a taste.  Charlotte, meanwhile, had once again missed
the innuendo and was focusing on the more obvious, and surprising,
revelation.  "You think I'm sexy?" she asked.

   "Hell yes.  Now don't you be acting coy, Charlotte.  I can tell by the
way you're dressed that you know you're sexy.  You know how men look at
you. Why, I bet you five dollars you're wearing a thong right now under
that skirt, to tease the men behind you when you bend over just as much as
you do the ones in front."

   "Ha," she cried, triumphant.  "That's fifteen dollars you owe me now. 
I'm not wearing a thong."

   "Really?  Most sixteen year olds wear thongs, if they wear anything at
all.  Are you wearing anything at all?"

   "Of course I am!  And I'm not sixteen!"

   "I'm still not sure about that, but at least this bet, you can prove
your case very easily.  Why don't you show me what you're wearing under
that skirt?"

   Charlotte looked uncertainly to her mother.  "Mom?"

   Miriam was in a quandary.  She knew Charlotte would win that bet, but it
was becoming very clear that Buck was a pervert, just looking for a cheap
show.  But then, she figured, if he was willing to pay five dollars for a
peek at a girl's panties, the show wasn't that cheap.  Besides, what harm
could seeing her panties do?  It might even do the girl some good, she was
always so shy and the feeling that a grown man was interested in her might
give her a boost to her confidence.  She told herself she would stop it if
it got much farther, and surely the man wouldn't try anything when anybody
could walk into the store at any time.  "If you want to, dear," she said
finally.  "He doesn't seem to be willing to take your word for it."

   Buck knelt down on one knee and leaned forward.  Charlotte reached to
the hem of her skirt like she was doing a curtsey, and then pulled it all
the way up, past her waist.  She was wearing panties, normal, innocent,
white cotton panties with a little bow on top.  Even from where she was
standing, Miriam could see the bottom fabric was digging into the cleft of
her pussy, making a little camel toe.

   Buck nodded thoughtfully, as though he was checking over a car he was
looking to buy.  "Okay, now let me see the back," he said.  Charlotte spun
and bent slightly.  The panties were just as form-fitting in the back,
maybe even more-so, for it felt like her cheeks were straining against the
fabric.  Her little ass was nicely rounded, and even though she didn't have
much in the way of hips yet, the ass alone gave her the beginnings of a
figure.  "Mmm," he said.  "That is a fine looking ass.  But I still think
it would look even better like this." He reached swiftly for her bottom,
grabbed the fabric right at the holes for Charlotte's legs, and pulled them
inwards, stuffing her crack with cloth, and exposing much more ass-flesh
for all to see, and held it in place.  But the only other person there to
see other than Buck was Miriam.  Even Charlotte herself could only get a
partial look, over her shoulder.  So when Buck addressed his next question,
it was to the child's mother.  "Don't you think her ass looks spectacular
like that?"

   What Miriam thought she would say is, "Her ass it too young to be
displayed at all, or to be fondled by a pervert like you, so get your
filthy paws off my daughter and we'll be going." Instead, she stepped to
his side, tilted her head to get a look at the displayed ass, licked her
lip, and said, "It does look nice like that." She couldn't explain it.  He
was just so brazen, it was turning her on.  Her own underwear, which was in
fact a thong, was already soaked at the front from her juices, and Miriam
hoped desperately either he couldn't smell those juices, or that he could
and would do as he promised and wiggle his tongue inside, looking for the
fish.  She'd let him look for fish for hours, and let Charlotte watch, so
long as he did it with his tongue.  Maybe he'd be able to convince
Charlotte to help in the search.  That unthinkable thought should have
jerked her out of the fantasy, but instead it made her discard her wish
that Buck couldn't smell her, and focus on all the possibilities if he did
and called her on it.

   Unfortunately for her, the man was too focused on her daughter to do
that.  "See, even your mother agrees.  A sixteen year old really should be
wearing a thong.  You're on the right track not wearing a bra, but the ass
needs to be displayed too, it's one of the three top features of a woman."

   Charlotte was now blushing from the attention, but still stood proudly
with this stranger's hands on her ass, kneading it softly and telling her
to display it.  All she could manage to say was, "I told you, I'm not
sixteen, I'm only twelve.  And the reason I don't have a bra is that
there's nothing to put in one."

   Buck let the skirt fall, finally and turned her around.  "Now, see, how
can I believe you when you say you're only twelve, when you're also lying
to me about other stuff.  You've got some nice tits on you there.  They're
a little small, but some sixteen year olds are late bloomers." It was an
exaggeration, they were only buds, but delicious buds, already shaped, a
shape that suggested great things to come, and they really should have been
in at least a training bra.  That would have prevented the embarrassing
sight of nipple tents in the fabric that weren't there when they came in.

   "Maybe it is time to start looking for a bra," Miriam said.

   "Don't you dare," Buck warned, and then reached out, deftly slipped past
the arm strap, and sank his rough hand on Charlotte's left tit, under the
shirt, a full-on fondle.  "Titties like these should be on display, like at
a museum.  They're a work of art.  A work in progress, perhaps, but that
just means they need to be molded until they're just right.  He molded all
right, and rubbed that breast, and squeezed the nipple between two fingers.
"A teenager's breasts should be free while they still can be."

   "I'm not a teenager," Charlotte said again.

   "Oh, that again.  I'll concede you might not be sixteen.  So that's
fifteen dollars I owe you.  I've got it in the till.  But I know you're at
least a teenager.  Why I bet you double or nothing that you've already
grown in pubic hair."

   "Mom?" Charlotte asked, uncertainly.

   It seemed to Miriam that her daughter wasn't worried about what she'd
have to do, but worried about losing Mom's approval for doing it.  But all
Miriam's approval was currently focused on Buck.  It was transparent what
he was doing, and any normal woman would have shut him down, but she was
too fascinated by that boldness.  It was as though she was watching the
scene from outside herself, and wondering how far he'd be able to go, how
far he'd dare to go.  Would he bet that his cock couldn't fit all the way
in Charlotte's pussy?  Miriam didn't know if he'd win or lose that bet, but
couldn't shake the feeling that either way, they'd all win.  The Miriam
that was watching wanted to win, but the one that was there said, "It's up
to you, dear, but you do know that you'd have to prove it."

   Charlotte only had to think for a moment.  "Okay, I'll take that bet."
She inhaled sharply, raised the hem of her skirt again, and shimmied her
panties down her legs, leaving to rest at her knees.  Miriam also had to
crouch to get a good look.  It was much like Miriam's own, a pronounced
mound, and mostly closed-in lips, but with a little tent of moist inner
flesh poking out between them.  It was smaller and tighter, of course, and
there was one other major difference, the subject of the bet itself. 
Charlotte's slit was bare.  Miriam kept hers trim, but staring at her
daughter's delicious little peach, she thought she might try a shave
tonight.  Her husband liked it that way, but he hadn't satisfied her in
years, and she suspected a man like Buck liked them smooth and bare.  A
cockeyed look at Buck's crotch confirmed her thought, his bulge had grown
and the top of his dick was just poking out the waistband of his shorts. 
The head was big, like a plum.  "See?  I haven't gotten my hairs yet."

   "You're certainly bald down there, but a lot of teenage girls shave. 
Men like the shaved look, especially on a beautiful little cunt like yours.
I bet if you showed your bare pussy to the next twenty men who came in here
more than half would agree that hair would only distract from the view, but
don't take me up on that bet yet, maybe later."

   He finally looked at Miriam, as though realizing that what he was about
to do was a step above everything else so far, and asking her permission.
She kept her face neutral, feeling if she couldn't act like a mother, she
could at least refrain from acting like the willing accomplice of a child
molester.  She tried to give her permission to him telepathically instead.

   Buck either got the message, or decided it didn't matter, for he reached
out and touched her mound.  "So I just need to check and see if I can feel
any stubble." He felt all right.  He felt all over, and in places where
hair didn't even grow.  His big fingers spread her pussy lips and spent a
lot of time sawing up and down the slit, and spent a minute checking for
stubble around Charlotte's clit.  Miriam wanted to check to see if there
was hair on her own clit...  it certainly felt like something was down
there, making her itchy, no matter how she squirmed, and she needed her
fingers, or something bigger, to brush it away.

   "Go ahead," Charlotte said, her voice all aquiver.  "Check and make
sure. I've never shaved down there." Given that permission, Buck kept
checking until Charlotte's legs started to shake and it looked as though
she was going to topple over.

   At that point, he pulled away, eliciting a disappointed groan from the
girl.  "I'm satisfied," he said.  "I guess she doesn't have pubic hair yet.
I'm still not sure you're twelve, I guess you might just be a late
bloomer." He then licked his gooey fingers, one by one, to get all of
Charlotte's girl juice off.  "But you certainly taste like you're in
bloom."

   "Told you," Charlotte said, trying to regain her breath.

   The old Miriam, the motherly Miriam rallied, and decided that she needed
to either put a stop to this display, or at least make a show of it.  "Yes,
it seems you were wrong, Buck, so why don't you give my daughter what you
bet her and we'll be on our way."

   "Sure." He stood up and went behind the counter, opened the cash
register, then counted out a twenty and a ten.  He left it open and thought
about it.  "You know, this is going to bug me if I just leave it here.  She
looks too fucking good to be a twelve-year old.  If she's twelve, she's the
hottest one I've seen, and she's probably been fucking all the boys.  So,
I've got a bet.  Don't you say anything, Charlotte, this bet's between me
and your Mom." He pulled out two fifty dollar bills.  "I bet you $100 that
your little daughter there's not a virgin."

   Miriam looked at her daughter's pussy.  Charlotte was still holding the
skirt up, and her panties at her knees, an invitation for him to return
because she didn't know enough to say it aloud.  Miriam was pretty sure
Charlotte was a virgin, as sure a parent could be who didn't do regular
inspections.  Her husband might be more sure, with how overprotective he
was, she wouldn't put it past him to have either done regular inspections
for the past few years, or to have broken her cherry himself.  Charlotte
was giving her no signals when Miriam looked up to her face, either.  "I
suppose you won't be satisfied with her word, will you?" she said coolly.

   "That wouldn't be fair to either of us.  She could lie to punish you if
she is, or lie to get a share of the money if she isn't.  We'll actually be
betting on the presence of absence of the hymen."

   "Well, then, let's find out," she said.  "I trust my daughter; I think
she's still a virgin." Though she had a strong feeling that she wouldn't be
for much longer.

   Charlotte smiled as Buck came back around beside her mother, with $130
in his hands.  "You lose, I am a virgin," she said.

   "Then it wasn't me who lost, it's you, and every boy who you turned
down. But let's be sure." He beckoned her closer with two fingers, and she
shuffled forward, her panties falling down to her feet as she did.

   Miriam had been expecting Buck to spread the lips and take a good long
look inside, but instead he took the direct approach.  Using the same two
fingers he beckoned her with, he shoved them up and felt for himself.  He
rubbed at the base of her hole just long enough to slip them inside, and
then he rammed them upwards.  Charlotte cried out in surprise and a little
pain, and Miriam did too, only without the pain.

   Buck had his hands up there with such force that Charlotte had to stand
on her tiptoes to avoid having all her weight on it, and she could tell he
was wiggling it around inside there.  If she still had a hymen, it was
thoroughly destroyed, now, with those long thick fingers, and there was a
chance he was tickling her cervix.  Charlotte groaned.  "It hurt," she
said.

   "I'm sorry, dear," Buck said.  "It looks like I busted your cherry." He
pulled the fingers out, and they were streaked with red.  "The good news is
that your mom won the bet.  The bad news is that losing your cherry hurts.
If you weren't a virgin, we wouldn't be in this mess and I've be $100
richer."

   "How long does it hurt?" Charlotte asked.

   "Not very long, and there's a little home remedy I've learned from all
the virgins I've deflowered.  The best way to cure a sore hymen is to cum.
One orgasm from me and you'll forget all about that silly little thing you
never needed.  Do you want me to make you cum?"

   "If it's okay with Mom," she said.

   Miriam knew it was coming, and the observer inside her wondered what her
reaction would be when it came.  "It's okay with me, if you're sure it's
what you want."

   "Okay, Buck," Charlotte said.  "Make me cum."

   Buck lifted the little girl over one shoulder and carried her, skirt
fallen backwards and her bare ass in the air.  The panties fell to the
floor, unnoticed, unneeded.  The first thing Buck did was walk over to the
door and lock it, and then he placed a "Be Back in an Hour" sign in the
window, in front of the paper.  Then he took Charlotte to the counter and
laid her down on it.  He spread her legs, and then started to lick her, his
tongue moving all over, tasting her wetness mixed with virginal blood. 
Miriam rushed to watch, sitting on the stool behind the cash drawer.

   Buck only used his tongue on her for a few minutes, before pausing. 
"Hold that thought," he said.  He got a little step-stool from behind the
counter and placed it on the ground, then stepped upon it.  This let him be
at exactly the right height to get his cock in somebody lying where
Charlotte was lying.  It could have been a coincidence, but Miriam wouldn't
take that bet and neither should you.

   In one second, Buck dropped his pants and his cock sprung forth, ten
inches, which was about five inches bigger than Charlotte's father, and
much thicker to boot.  Miriam impulsively reached over to cup those
magnificent balls and play at least some role in the upcoming coupling. 
She chose to help by pulling him the few inches to her hole, centering it
at the entry.  He didn't waste any time, just slapped the head at her slit
two times like he was knocking at the door, and then barged in anyway. 
Charlotte groaned, but it wasn't pain this time, or if it was, it was pain
and pleasure all mixed together.

   It was this sight that finally made Miriam pull up her own skirt and
delve her hands between the hot aching needy spot in her panties.  She
started rubbing but soon she used fingers and tried to match the timing of
Buck's strokes on her daughter.  Every stroke came with a moan from
Charlotte and an animalistic grunt of satisfaction from Buck.  Charlotte
didn't seem to know where to look, sometimes she watched her pussy being
pounded, sometimes she looked at her mother masturbating, and sometimes she
just closed her eyes and let her eyeballs roll back in her head.

   Both women were near to cumming when Buck slowed down.  "You know,
you've convinced me after all.  She's twelve years old.  This girl's too
tight to be any older.  I take back all the nasty things I implied about
your character, girl."

   Charlotte looked at Buck, then her mother, seemingly confused at this
sudden change.  "It's okay."

   "No, it's not okay.  I just don't know how I could be so wrong about
you. And to have lost so many bets in a row.  I think I need a chance to
fix my average, and come out ahead.  To a betting man like me, losing bets
isn't a big deal, so long as you come out ahead in the end."

   "What did you have in mind?" Miriam asked, knowing as horny as she was,
she'd say yes to anything.

   "No more pansy-ass small change bets.  I've got a real bet.  You're
right, this isn't a woman I've got here, this is a little girl.  I bet you
that even if I blow my load in her and coat her little womb with sperm, she
won't get pregnant." He pushed in another stroke.  "No, that's not strong
enough.  I bet that if I got a load of cum in her pussy every day for a
month, she would not be pregnant.  I'll bet you five thousand dollars.  I
know you don't have that kind of money, Charlotte, so I'm betting your
mother here, but I'm sure she'll give you half."

   Those were big stakes.  Big enough that Miriam had second thoughts about
saying yes.  "You could be sterile."

   "You're right, I could be.  I happen to know I'm not, but I could be. 
So if I happen to win, at the end of the month, you can take me to get
tested.  However, I have some conditions of my own."

   "Such as?"

   "You have to make it easy for me to try.  Every day after school she
comes to my place until bedtime.  Every non-school day she comes to my
place the whole day, sleeping over on weekend nights.  If you miss a day,
you lose, and I get the money.  You also have to instruct her to follow all
of my sexual demands.  In exchange, I'll guarantee you at least one load of
fertile sperm in her womb every day, and probably more, and no condoms or
birth control will be used, to give you a fair chance at winning.  You can
witness, if you like, to make sure I'm keeping my terms.  If I miss a day
due to my own failures, you win whether she gets pregnant or not.  I also
promise that she won't be hurt in any way, aside from the soreness that
comes from a lot of vigorous sex, and in fact that I'll be giving her lots
of orgasms to make up for that."

   Miriam knew that he wasn't making a bet, he was buying a sex slave,
turning Charlotte into a whore and Miriam herself into a pimp, and knocking
her up on top of it.  But she couldn't stop masturbating to the thought, or
the sight of Buck's cock buried in her twelve-year-old daughter.  "That
seems fair," she said.  "But she has to keep up with her homework."

   "Fair enough, I'll even make sure she does her homework first."

   "And she's got that friend's birthday party to go to next weekend; she's
really excited about it."

   "We can work around it."

   "Well, what do you think, Charlotte?" she asked.  "Are you willing to
risk having a baby to win me a bet?" Charlotte was moaning and near to
cumming.  Miriam decided to help the process along, and ensure the answer
she wanted.  As she asked, she leaned over the table and rubbed her
daughter's pussy with her free hand, taking the opportunity to grab Buck's
dick and give it a squeeze before she rubbed Charlotte's clit.

   "Yes," Charlotte cried out in answer.  "Yes, yes, yes.  He can cum
inside me all he wants.  I'll even try my best to make a baby for you and
help you win, Mommy."

   "Are you sure?"

   "Yes!  Yes!  Oh, god yes!" And that was when she sold her daughter.  She
extended her hand over to Buck and said, "Then I guess you have a bet."

   He took her hand and shook it.  "Excellent.  You know, it occurs to me,
I know your daughter's name, but I never caught yours."

   "Miriam.  Miriam Cross." She had to repeat her full name, louder,
because right at the moment she said it first, Charlotte started screaming
as an orgasm ripped through her.  Miriam's returned to fingering herself,
knowing her own climax was fast approaching.

   Buck continued to pound the little cunt fiercely, slapping his balls up
against her ass.  "A pleasure to meet you, then, Miriam.  Let me just keep
up my side of the bet for today." A minute of thrusting later, he closed
his eyes and groaned, and she saw his cock, obscenely joined to his
daughter's bare pussy, pulse.  A minute later, he pulled out, and a rush of
white goo, tinged a little with pink, started to flow out.  That sight
caused Miriam to go over the edge, and finally came, most of her urges
sated.  "I noticed you were wearing a wedding ring," he said, as though he
was talking about the weather.

   She took a second to catch her breath.  "Yes, I am.  I've been married
thirteen years."

   "Is your husband going to be okay with this bet?  Because you already
agreed, so if he comes between us, you lose and I will collect."

   "I can make him agree," Miriam promised, and she was sure she could. 
Her husband was a weak-willed little man, stuck in the same dead-end job
he'd been in since high school.

   "He might miss his little girl; he won't be seeing her much for the next
month."

   "He'll have to get used to it, and get used to being without me, too,"
Miriam pointed out.  "Since I'll be there to supervise."

   "You're a fine looking woman.  Have you ever considered cheating on
him?"

   "I've never cheated before, but I'm starting to consider it now." She
didn't care that Charlotte was watching, listening, and probably would
report it to Daddy.  She was planning to rub the affair in his face later
anyway.  "Of course, if you're fucking Charlotte all the time, I doubt
you'll have much left for me." She hoped he'd prove her wrong.

   "Well, I probably won't be fucking her every day," he said.

   "But..."

   Buck interrupted her objection.  "The terms of the bet say that I need
to make sure a fresh load of fertile sperm goes in Charlotte's pussy.  It
never said that it had to be mine." He donned a shit-eating grin, and
seemed so happy that Miriam had to smile back.  "Tell your husband anytime
he wants to see his little girl, he can bring a hundred bucks, just like
everybody else."

   "Oh, you sneaky bugger," Miriam said, but couldn't help but admire it.
"You're going to get more than $5000 from this, aren't you?"

   "When you're a real betting man, it doesn't matter how many bets you
lose, just so long as you come out ahead in the end.  I'll make more than
$5000 on selling the videos underground, starting with that one." He
pointed up to the security camera in the ceiling, pointed right at them. 
Then he patted Charlotte's butt on the table.  "You were great Charlotte,
but maybe you should get your panties back on so none of that dribbles out
on my floor, and I can open up for business again."

   "Okay," Charlotte said with a cheery smile.  "Do I come home with you
today?  There's no school."

   He thought about it.  "As much as I'd love it, I need to set up a few
things first, and you need to convince your Daddy.  I bet he'll be real
convinced if you give him a fuck tonight after you explain it.  Then we'll
start tomorrow.  You know, because you've been so nice, why don't you pick
out any outfit you'd like for your party, and I'll let you have it for
free. And don't forget your $30."

   She nodded, and went to find her panties and browse the shelves.  Miriam
looked at him, her head shaking in wonder at what had just happened, still
high off her own orgasm.  "You are quite an amazing man.  If this is the
first day, I can't wait to see what you have in mind for the rest of the
month."

   "I try.  I should probably warn you, though.  I promised fertile sperm.
I didn't promise all of it would be human.  I've got two dogs, both male,
and they've been trained to mount a bitch."

   Miriam groaned and her hand went back into her panties, even though she
had just cum.  "I'll see she does as you say.  I agreed, after all.  I just
hope this doesn't change her character."

   "I'm afraid it will.  She'll be a whore in her heart, and once a
muttfucker, always a muttfucker.  Once I'm through with her, even if she
doesn't want to work for me again, I bet she'll be begging you to buy a
male dog for home." He smiled at her.  "Do you want to bet?"

   "Yes, but not very much, I have a feeling you've done this before, and
that you'd win.  How's $100 sound?"

   "Fair enough."

   "I've always wanted a male dog."

   "They do have their uses."

   "But I'm still not convinced you'll change her very much.  If she's a
slut after this, it's because she always was and just didn't know it.  And
there's some things you can't change.  For example, I don't think my
daughter has a lesbian bone in her body.  I'm sure you'll ask her to do
acts like that."

   "I had planned on it," Buck said.  His eyes told her he knew exactly
where she was going, and was willing to go along all the way.

   "And of course, since I've told her to go along, she'll do it.  But
after the month is over, I doubt she'll be any more interested in eating
pussy than she is now."

   "I disagree.  It'll take lots of training, but a girl her age can be
trained to like anything.  In fact, I bet you by the time the month is out,
all you'll have to do is present your naked pussy to her and she'll lick
you until you cum."

   "I bet you you can't do that.  Five hundred dollars?"

   "That's a bet." They shook on it.

   A month later, Miriam was richer by $5000, less $600.  She'd lost a few
bets, and in nine months both she and her daughter would both be giving
birth, which might get expensive, but they also had a list of names of men
who would be happy to become regular customers if they went into business
for themselves, and a generous and very tempting offer from Buck to split
the proceeds if they came back to him.  Miriam and Charlotte both agreed,
they came out ahead in the end, and to a betting man, or a betting woman,
that was all that mattered.

   The End
"CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe

   sex practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with
open sores or small cuts.  Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial
sex, body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of
fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is masturbation.
Before you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards are because
they can all be deadly.  Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with minors should
be left to other minors." - Phil Phantom
   My complete stories at http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/ 

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