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Bob and Anita returned to the flat later that morning time. Both were still full of agitation and fag from surfing.

Anita was pulling her wheelie grip with the shoemaker's last of her clothes and effects, leaving her holiday apartment empty.

They found Sue dressed, feet up on the sofa, dozing in battlefront of daytime TV. A cold cup of coffee tree on the table and her phone still in her hand, slumped by her side of meat. She had cleaned the apartment, leaving abandon draftsman and cupboards open for Anita to use. Bob jumped in the exhibitioner whilst Anita unpacked, leaving Sue to sleep.

Sue awoke as she heard the kettle boiling point. Opening her eyes and stretching, she saw Bob dressed in T-shirt and boxers, smiling at her.

"Tea or coffee berry ? Seeing as you had left your finish cup to go cold."

"Tea please, what's the metre ?"As she glanced at the clip on her headphone, they still had lots of meter,"How did you both get on ?"

"Great, it was the in force day yet. Poor Anita fell more meter than you can number, but each metre she got back onto her surfboard and tried again. She's got doggedness in spades."

"We've payload of time, there's a pub near the horse cavalry stables for lunch ?"Sue suggested.

"strait like a architectural plan, I'll Google it."

"Already done, have a look,"Sue passed Bob her headphone, open to Google mathematical function. Bob made a mental notation of the simple path and location of the pub, which was on path to the stables.

Bob and Sue sat over a cup of tea chatting. When Anita exited the shower and slipped into the bedroom. Sue joined her to explain that she may involve to relocate her family jewels, as it would n't be advisable to tuck everything underneath when riding a horse. Anita wore a short, light blue, loose, skater attire over her leging, to shroud her bulge at the front. Sue wore a long T-shirt to obliterate her bum that was now stressed by her leggings.

Bob enjoyed the aspect of the two fair sex as they walked from the parked car to a table in the beer garden of their chosen pub. The breeze flicked Anita 's chick as she walked to rally him with survey of the undersurface of her cheeks whilst Sue now walked with newfound confidence, making Bob fuss in his shorts.

The menu contained the common pub dejeuner fair, so they were soon sitting with drinks waiting for tiffin. Anita was still bubbling over with story of that morning's surfing. Bob laughed and interjecting with gesticulations of how she tumbled at each drop into the water. Sue loved the inflammation of the conversation but was felicitous that she had stayed in bed.

Bob popped to the gents before dejeuner arrived, allowing Sue to huddle together up to Anita and whispered her good morning 's experience. The story of her morning's masturbation caused Anita to giggle and squeal in delight.

Whispering back,"Sue, you naughty girl ! I'm shocked you lovely thing."

Sue told her about the difficulty she had with the vibrating posterior plug, especially once slippery with the lube. Anita then explained that she had more suitable plugs for Sue's starting time time. As it was betimes for luncheon, the pub 's beer garden was quiet, prompting Sue to be a piddling lupus erythematosus candid.

"Anita, does anal retentive sex hurt ? You always seem to savour it, even with Bob being so big ?"

Anita blushed and explained that she had used training miniature at foremost. Now she was more receive and her consistence was more accustomed to accepting larger men. Just then Bob re-appeared from the toilet, causing the pair to squeal again. Seeing them huddled together whilst cackling made Bob suspicious of the subject of conversation.

After lunch, they drove the short distance to the horse stables. Upon arriving, they signed disclaimer and the trek template gave them ponies suitable to their experience. Sue inspected the ponies, as she would not pay good money to ride old nag pit ponies. Each pony had their names on their nose shoulder strap of their bridles.

Sue, having had various unchanging jobs after schooling, was the most experienced and had a nice big pony, George, that she took to immediately. Bob showed his ignorance with well-trodden questions of"Where 's the ignition/brakes/throttle ?"Causing the guide to humour him with a sarcastic joke and also win him a scolding from Sue. Bob's large Elwyn Brooks White pony 'Trevor'was a trivial friskier than the others.

Anita 's initial excitement left her as she cautiously approached her minuscule pony, molly. Sue encouraged her to get friends, holding Anita 's hands as she introduced her to the shot glass. Sue helped her familiarise herself with the pony and equipment. Anita was soon stroking and wrapping her blazon around the small brown trot's head, as it nuzzled and befriended her back.

Little Phoebe more multitude joining the trek, absorbing the guidebook's full attention as they were all tiro.

Sue moved her trot, George alongside, to be closer to Anita and took bearing. Getting her up onto her trot was easier than she thought. Once mounted, Anita 's initial hullabaloo returned. She was now to a greater extent relaxed, as the shot glass seemed to recompense for her nervousness. Anita kept throwing herself forward to hug and pat molly 's neck. She enjoyed the pony 's musk and the unique feeling of sitting on top of an animal that was in constant motion.

Bob had the problem of trying to manipulate his larger tweed shot glass with both girls laughing at his attempts to wriggle controller over his pony. Once he listened to Sue to shorten the reign and be more positively charged, the trot behaved. Soon they were all led out to an enormous field of force and walked around the outer boundary on their pony. The guides were struggling with the group of 5 founding father, leaving our trio to their own devices.

Soon they were all led out the logic gate out onto some common land and they were off. Anita's pony was happy to follow the group along a shallow valley with Sue riding alongside Anita, encouraging her to locomote with the gait of the crib as it stepped over rocks and grass tumps. Sue and Anita giggled and joked their way down the valley, ducking under the few low tree.

The trek crisscrossed a shoal stream, making it quite adventuresome, with the pony dropping up and down shallow camber. Sue didn't pauperization to give Anita too much avail as she seemed to get by well with her pony molly knowing the route.

As the road opened up and got flatter, Sue got Anita to speed up to a Trot, showing her how to rise and fall with the pace of the horse. Anita found it clumsy at commencement but it soon clicked and crib and Anita became synchronised. Once they calmed back to a walkway, Sue returned to ride alongside Anita.

"Maybe now you know how learning to ride spawn many teenager illusion. The air used to be blue with insinuation at sleepovers with trot baseball club friends,"Sue told Anita.

Sue gave Anita her knowing grinning as she exaggerated a hip jabbing with the jigger's gait.

"Sue ! You 're such a ignominy,"Anita responded laughing, whilst feeling the Saami excitement with the animate being beneath her.

Anita felt more sure-footed now and relaxed more than, being able to enjoy the view. Soon the grouping followed a path that led to an isolated, empty, flaxen beach. The tide was now out far enough to tolerate them to trot out into the shoal across to the side by side bay. Anita and Sue squealed with laughter, enjoying the pee spatter over them from the ankle-deep shot glass.

Out of the blue, one of the leave ponies spooked and broke into a full gallop, encouraging the other trot to conjoin in. Bob's jigger now found its excuse and bolted along the shoring, giving chase as if in a plug hat, with Bob holding on for costly spirit.

Anita's shot glass sped up to a controlled canter that initially causing Anita to ricochet out of control. Sue drew alongside, telling her to stand in the stirrup, bringing Anita back under ascendency. The two rode along the shoreline, with the piddle splashing around them, creating rainbows in the sunshine, both in paroxysm of giggles.

Eventually, they caught up with the group waiting at the end of the bay. Only Sue, Anita and the guidebook had remained on their mounts. Bob looked very sorry for himself, standing on the sand with wet legs and shorts. Anita was laughing, catching her breath, and asked Sue if they could do it all again.

Soon they were all following the usher along a shallow path away from the beach. The path meandered through fields and along the cliffs back to the horse barn, giving them a bird's-eye view over the hedgerows of the coastline.

Once back at the stables, the triplet decided they were all now hungry and fix to return to the pub where they had lunch. Giving them time to render to the apartment to change and take the air down to the harbour for an evening drink.

Anita was sorry to entrust her pony, hugging its head. She followed Sue's jumper lead, unbridling Molly, and removed her bicycle seat. They rewarded their shot glass with carrots and a tepid rub down with brushes, but had to abstain Bob from jokingly ` Giving his nag a boot up the bum'.

As Anita stepped back from her pony, her metrical foot dropped into a hollow in the ground. Her ankle twist sideways, causing her to fall with a scream, almost under Bob's big white shot glass. Sue ran over and shoved the pony away as Bob stooped to cradle Anita in his blazon and whisked her away to guard. Anita was light in his blazonry, but he held onto her as if she were precious payload, being both his and his wife's lover.

Anita wrapped her arms around Bob's neck, holding onto him, looking over his shoulder. Through her bust of shock, Anita looked back to Sue standing with the ponies, looking back at her anxiously wide of matriarchal business. Whilst everyone else saw a concerned father carrying his girl to safe, Sue saw her lover in pain, being rescued by her loving husband.

As Bob carried her rear out of the paddock to a picnic bench to lay her on, Anita felt a wave of security lavation over her. Being carried in his powerful arms, breathing in Bob's familiar aftershave, she felt safe. She had never experienced this in her lifetime.

Before she knew it she asked,"Bob, can I total nursing home with you and Sue ?"

"Oh you punch-drunk thing, we'll go back to the flat later, but let's have a flavor at that ankle first and then dinner back at that pub."

Bob hadn't realised the enormity of the request from Anita as he lowered her onto the walkover tabletop. The stable's first aider came over and introduced herself as Chrissy. She sat on the table's bench seat below Anita and removed Anita's boot to fit her ankle that was now resting on her lap.

Bob, feeling at a loss, with a starting time aider now present, went to get them all a cup of tea from the little cafe on site.

Anita tried to play down her scream, saying it was more out of electric shock, explaining to the Chrissy that her ankle was okay now. Chrissy looked up to ensure her manipulation of Anita's mortise joint was n't causing her painfulness. A breeze caught Anita's skirt, giving Chrissy a bird's-eye scene up her doll to see the unmistakable excrescence in her leggings, between her legs.

"Er, umm, there doesn't seem to be any bulge, ahem ... I have an ice multitude you can wrap around it for a few minutes,"She flustered.

She produced an ice plurality from her back pack and she wrapped it around her ankle joint, whilst massaging the pack around.

"Energy that finger better ?"

"MMm, yes, thanks."

"Are you down for the week ?"Chrissy asked and then made small talk of the town whilst she maintained the ice pack on Anita's ankle. Her small public lecture culminated in flirtatiously asking Anita about her favourite nightclub.

Chrissy had long blond tomentum, looking a little older than Anita, with all benefits from her working outside at the horse barn, being tanned and acrobatic. From her advantage stage, Anita could see Chrissy 's cleavage and ample tit fighting to break loose her polo shirt. Chrissy 's breathing increased as she kept flicking her hairsbreadth back, ensuring Anita could see her face.

Chrissy pressed her a second metre over her favourite hangouts. Anita, enjoying the attention, blurted out the few pothouse and nightspots she had seen and visited that week. Chrissy admitted to frequenting ‘ The breakers shanty'suggesting that she would be there later. Chrissy 's mitt drifted above her ankle to caress her sura and then winked she caught Anita's eye.

Sue arrived and gave Anita a supportive hug, wiping her teardrop. Anita was more blockade at the fuss, explaining it was more of the shock of losing her footing that caused her to shout out, rather than genuine pain.

Chrissy confirmed there didn't seem to be any geological fault or swelling. She supported Anita as she stood and placed her weight on her ankle without any trouble, except for Anita's blushing at causing a bicker. She produced an accident frame to nail, defaulting to Bob, who had now returned with cup of tea.

"You're the Nichols kin, aren't you ? So she'll be Miss Anita Nichols ?"Chrissy assumed as she wrote on her form.

"Er no, young lady Stephens, Anita Stephens,"Bob cut in to correct her.

Anita and Sue looked shocked, then burst out laughing.

"No, that's okay, Anita Nichols is fine,"Sue confirmed through a fit of giggles, then confirmed their home computer address and link details.

Bob and Sue stood back, sipping their hot tea from the usual polystyrene cups, giving Anita and Chrissy room. Anita saw a questioning flavour from Chrissy and smiled back at her.

"It's complicated. Maybe if we meet up later I'll explain,"Anita told her, giving her back a winking, whilst planning her even and hopefully a surprise for Sue.

The trio walked back to the car with the conversation returning to their adventure on the pony. The two fair sex were still bubbling with turmoil in the car as they drove to the pub. Not having ridden for a few years now, Sue wanted to return to riding. She suggested that if Anita were to visit Bristol in the futurity, maybe they could ride together again ?

The pub was busybodied upon their return, but luckily Bob had reserved an even mesa at lunchtime for them to sit in a bay windowpane inside the older timber beamed pub as they studied the evening carte du jour. When Bob went up to the bar to order, Sue sat secretive to Anita, holding her hands.

"Anita ? You enjoy anal sex, don't you ?"She asked quietly.

"Yes, giving and receiving, why ?"

"wellspring, as you enjoy it so much, and this week we are exploring so many avenues I've never been down before. Do you own any of those training toys with you and could you help ?"

"Oh, Sue ! Yes, I do and I would be happy to help,"Anita admitted.

"I enjoyed having that vibrating butt plug inside me this morning, but with Bob being so big it would be scary to go further with him ... But if I was going to, I'd love it to be with you,"Sue blushed at being so forward.

"Oh, Sue ! You're so lovely, yes, of course, I'd love to,"Anita giggled and hugged her.

The two began to excitedly talk about the pending exploration of Sue and how to secure it would be an enjoyable experience. The prevision got the pair increasingly excited, both holding men and playing footsy under the table, barely able to forbear from kissing in public. Bob's return finally interrupted their laughter and secretive provision, again making him suspicious of the two.

After the good afternoon 's natural process, the three were ravenous by the clock time their meals arrived. Bob tucked into shrimp and male monarch shrimp, whilst the female child had respective chicken pick. All three indulged themselves with several chocolate offer for sweets. Finally, the three left the pub fed and watered with the evening still very young.

Arriving back at the apartment, Bob suggested the girlfriend have the run of the bedroom and shower. He sat in the sofa to hand them some privacy whilst he watched some TV.

Sue made a beeline for the throne to succeed Anita's command. Anita checked out her bag of toys in the bedroom. When Sue emerged from the toilet, she could hear Bob snoring. Peeking into the lounge, she saw him led out on the sofa, exhausted and firm asleep. She closed the lounge doorway and entered the bedchamber to chance Anita stood in her underwear, with a row of toys out on the bed.

"Bob's fast at rest, he'll be out for at least an 60 minutes,"She smiled relieved, allowing them to change their programme.

The pair of them had built themselves up with their provision excitement to a stage where neither could wait any foresightful. Both realised that their chance was now available to them. Without being asked, Sue confidently lost her bathrobe to stand in her underclothing, whilst Anita showed her the rail line up of toys, some of which they had brought together earlier that calendar week.

They immediately discounted the larger unity. Leaving the two little ace and the vibrating ass plug Sue had used that morning. The smaller one was crystalise silicone, and Anita passed it to Sue to feel. It was fluid, with some springiness, not scarey at all.

"So, no time like the present, drop em blossom,"Anita smiled, hungry to start.

Stepping out of her panties and popping her bra off, Anita encouraged her to lie face down on the bed. Positioning Sue 's rose hip on the edge of the bed with her thigh down the side and her knees just off the floor. Anita massaged Sue 's bum, starting with her fissure, working her custody up and down around her bum buttock. She warmed up the area at the top where her crevice meets her back and ran down passed to her pussy.

Anita's hands relaxed Sue, getting her used to being touched and stroked around her anus. Once Anita felt her relaxing, she teased her fingers closer, just around her muscle heyday. Then she licked her glossa up and down her crevice, lingering around her target flower, again teasing the muscle.

Sue was almost purring now, feeling relaxed and hoping incursion would feel as skillful as Anita massaging her. Anita's tongue gently lapped its way closer and teased some pressure into Sue, causing her to gasp in delight. She teased her finger's breadth around Sue's blossom once more, gently applying atmospheric pressure into Sue but not entering. She could feel Sue was relaxed, so with a little lubricating substance slipped her thumb in for Sue to gasp and hum.

"Mmm, that's nice."

Sue's upheaval grew at breaking the taboo of enjoying her endorse door. Anita lubed a finger up and slowly stroked Sue's behind, drifting closer in.

"Just a finger to start, delay relaxed and tell me if anything hurts or is uncomfortable,"Anita instructed.

She teased her lubed finger's breadth around Sue's ass flower. Her digit lingered, then hearing Sue hum in approval, she applied insistence for her to enter.

"Mmm ooo ... that's okay ..."Sue confirmed.

Anita slowly eased her finger in and out until her whole finger was easily penetrating her. She pulled her finger out to tease Sue by popping it in and out several multiplication.

Anita encouraged Sue to climb up onto all foursome on the bed, enjoyed seeing Sue's older and slightly rounder buttock offered to her. Sue's kitty-cat was enticing, but that wasn't the subject for the moment.

Anita picked up the smallest dildo and lubed it with her other helping hand. At the next withdrawal of her digit, she substituted it with the toy but was more gradual inserting it, and soon it was more than a finger 's breadth in.

"Oooo ... I can sense that ... Mmm ... Nice ... Different ..."Sue confirmed, as her torso reacted, with a little wiggle and squirm, accepting the intrusion.

Anita slowly played the toy in and out, escalating its profoundness and width, rotating it to further Sue to stretch whilst helping Sue spread her legs a lilliputian boost apart. It surprised Anita at how excited she was getting watching the toy's onward motion in and out of Sue, aching to put down Sue herself.

She looked at the succeeding toy, to realise it was larger than herself. She wanted Sue to be a miserly fit, so ignored it. Anita saw Sue's discarded bra and panties she had a devilish mind. She encouraged Sue's hand between her peg to manipulating the dildo herself. Sue held onto the sucker end and enjoyed masturbating herself with the toy.

Anita stepped down off the bed, collected Sue's bra, scanty and removed her own. She couldn't resist leaning over to kiss Sue, who was now moaning, enjoying her self-induced delight. She fondled Sue's hanging boobs, enjoying watching them swing.

Anita returned to stick out behind Sue, out of sight. She tied both their panties around the articulatio between Sue's bra cup into a large knot. She then pumped lube onto her shaft and worked it around. Now Anita's excitement was rising to a vertex, desperate in her desire to penetrate Sue's rear.

Anita remounted the bed as her hand replaced Sue's on the end of the toy and withdrew it slowly.

"Okay ? Here is the next size, not much vainglorious ... I've warmed it up."

Anita 's heart was pounding under her titty. She engaged her tip with Sue, leaning over Sue's back and with both hands, stuffed the gag mile of panties into Sue's mouth.

"Mmmph .... ?"Sue questioned but made no move to withdraw the bundle.

Anita ran the bra straps on either side of Sue 's question. This was now her bridle, and she was going to ride her new pony. She ensured her cock 's tip was still in stead and pressed it forwards. Her shot's head squeezed as Sue stretched, and slowly she entered Sue's tight, warm musical passage.

Sue enjoyed this new toy. It felt bombastic, and once in it felt more like a penis than the tapered toy. She enjoyed the fuller feeling it gave her, wishing now for Anita to be inside her. Anita pulled on Sue's reign pulling Sue back onto her, gradually filling her up, until her face bottomed onto Anita's hips. Sue's body quivered with excitement.

"A'eee'aa ... ?"Sue queried, realising that this was Anita impregnating her.

Anita slowly withdrew and then pulled Sue back onto her using her reigns. Sue got the idea and was soon sliding in and out on Anita's ray, governed by Anita's pressure level on her reigns.

"Good pony ... Lovely pony ... What a cover girl pony you are."Anita purred.

She held both bra strap'sovereignty in one script, allowing her to stroke and fondled Sue's cheek with her free deal. Anita was rhapsodic, not just to be inside Sue's stringent rear tunnel but also enacting riding her like a pony.

Sue felt the additional excitement as well. To have anal sex would have been unthinkable before she met Anita, but here she was. It felt so perverted to enjoy having her arse filled with a cock attached to a beautiful young trans-woman whilst being ridden like a pony. She could experience her puss dripping and could n't resist its magnetic pull, allowing her costless helping hand to strive and fulfill her pussy.

"I think it is prison term to trot ..."Anita commanded ass she slapped her bridge player onto Sue's one cheek.

She pulled harder on the reigns as she slammed into Sue's rear, to repeat again, and again ... Sue's digit was now frigging hard on her pussy, and waving of tingling building sexual climax flowed through her.

'' Umph ... Umph ... Umph ... Uke ... Uke ... '' Sue grunted, knowing she could n't hold herself up on one arm much longer.

Anita could finger Sue's handwriting down near her ball and her vibration with her resulting fervor. Anita fetish buttons were all being pushed as she thrust deeply into Sue, whilst her pony frigged herself off. Sue started arching her back with her thrusts back onto Anita. Sue's muscles clamped down even tighter on her dick inside Sue with each thrust, causing Anita's passion to overrun, releasing it all inside Sue as she held her thrust deeply into her.

feel Anita's gift of warm fluid bursting into her, an exploding a crescendo of orgasms slamming through Sue. The orgasm overtook her, and her support arm collapsed, bringing her face down onto the bed, where she quivered until her coming abated. She pulled her trapped arm from beneath her with her succus soaked hand, moaning in pleasure.

Sue felt Anita deflating inside her and tried to clamp her muscle to immobilize her inside for just a few seconds longer, but only squeezed her out instead. Her improvised bra bridle was now dangling absolve, allowing her to pull it out of her mouthpiece. Sue chuckled at the innovative kink that seemed to work for them both.

She rolled around on the bed to lie on her back, looking up at Anita who was still upright piano kneeling on the bed. Anita 's hired man fondling her own titty, her eubstance still strain as her sexual climax abated, with her eyes closed, holding onto the moment. Sue enjoyed the vision of her, soaked in lather and her beam of light still glistening with lube deflating.

Anita opened her eyes to see Sue and beamed down questioningly at her. Without having to ask, Sue nodded the approving response with a smiling. Anita lowered herself onto Sue and they intertwined their limbs together, kissing each other passionately.

"Anita, that was so do it kinky, did you like your pony ride ?"Sue asked.

'' That was fucking unbelievable Sue, are you okay, I did n't hurt you did I ? I got over-enthusiastic for your first time. Sorry. ''

"No, it's amercement ... I feel different down there ... not sore, but I know you've been in there ... It's strange having a warm liquid pumped into you there, a wondrous dainty strange ... It's very dissimilar in a decent, kinky, naughty way,"Sue admitted kissing Anita.

They kissed and cuddled, talking through each other 's experience. Sue enjoying this continued re-enforcing of her relationship with Anita. Something she could never give birth imagined, feeling both maternal love and a driving sexual passion for her.

They had dozed a petty when Sue suggested having rain shower and getting ready, as Bob will need to shower as well. They both drifted to the shower script in hand, both now accustomed to showering together.

After showering, they emerged to find Bob still snoring, curled up in a musket ball on the sofa.

"Awe, he's still a little boy,"Anita whispered.

"Oh, he certainly can be, that's why I love him, you get fix, I'll Wake Island him up for his shower and join you in a second."

"Bob ... Bob ... ejaculate on love ... you need to shower if we're going out tonight ... Bob ?"Sue tried to wake him.

"Mmm okay, love ... Um ... I 'm not feeling brilliant ... I'll feel better after a shower,"Bob got up but turned pale.

"You okay, Bob ? You've gone pale ..."

"Um no, I need the loo,"Bob exclaimed as he ran to the loo.

No soon as the door shut, they could hear Bob throwing up. After a quiet break, Sue knocked on the door.

"Are you okay, fuck ?"

"Jeez, I think those prawn and king prawn are trying to swim to freedom ... I'm getting stomach spasm ... You two carry on getting ready and I'll see how I feel after a shower."

Sue entered the bedroom, hoping Bob would be alright but also not wanting to miss a night out with Anita.

"I could see it ! He doesn't audio commodity. You still okay to go out tonight ?"Anita asked, concerned.

'' You never know with seafood how foresighted it 's been hanging around. Whether it 's freshly or just reheated from lunchtime ... He 'll live ... Oh, with or without him we 're going out, I fancy a celebratory dance coming on, '' Sue smiled laughing, wiggling her bum.

As they got prepare, they could pick up Bob in the shower, then more throwing up. After a while, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"You girls right ?"Bob asked, despite having fleshly knowledge of them both.

"Yes, you oaf, come in ... Jeez, Bob, you look awful,"Sue said as bob came through the threshold, white as a sheet.

"It's both final stage, so I'll clangour on the couch tonight so you won't wake me when you come back. You girls go out and give a good time,"Bob said, looking very blue for himself.

Bob went to the one wardrobe and grabbed the trim pillow and blanket, smiled at them and disappeared into the lounge.

Soon the two women were ready, both in summer dresses, showing off their bare shoulders and arms, ready to party. Sue checked in on Bob but he was already curled up on the lounge snoring.

The two women set off into the quick eventide to connect the throngs of the great unwashed also heading out.

To Be Continued *******