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Bob and Anita returned to the apartment later that dawning. Both were still total of fervor and jade from surfing.

Anita was pulling her wheelie suitcase with the last of her clothes and upshot, leaving her holiday flat empty.

They found Sue dressed, fundament up on the couch, dozing in front of daytime TV. A cold cup of coffee berry on the mesa and her phone still in her hand, slumped by her side. She had cleaned the apartment, leaving vacate drawers and cupboard open for Anita to use. Bob jumped in the shower whilst Anita unpacked, leaving Sue to sleep.

Sue awoke as she heard the kettle boil. Opening her centre and stretching, she saw Bob dressed in tee shirt and shorts, smiling at her.

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

"Tea please, what's the fourth dimension ?"As she glanced at the time on her phone, they still had mess of meter,"How did you both get on ?"

"Great, it was the outdo day yet. Poor Anita fell more sentence than you can count, but each fourth dimension she got back onto her surfboard and tried again. She's got tenacity in spades."

"We've loads of meter, there's a pub near the horse stables for tiffin ?"Sue suggested.

"Sounds like a program, I'll Google it."

"Already done, have a look,"Sue passed Bob her phone, loose to Google Maps. Bob made a mental note of the simple route and position of the pub, which was on itinerary to the stables.

Bob and Sue sat over a cup of tea chatting. When Anita exited the exhibitioner and slipped into the bedroom. Sue joined her to explain that she may need to relocate her family precious stone, as it would n't be advisable to insert everything underneath when riding a horse. Anita wore a unforesightful, light amobarbital sodium, loose, skater dress over her leg covering, to obliterate her bump at the front. Sue wore a long T-shirt to obscure her bum that was now stressed by her leggings.

Bob enjoyed the view of the two fair sex as they walked from the parked car to a mesa in the beer garden of their Chosen pub. The breeze flicked Anita 's bird as she walked to cod him with aspect of the underside of her nerve whilst Sue now walked with newfound confidence, making Bob stir in his drawers.

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

Bob popped to the Ghent before lunch arrived, allowing Sue to huddle up to Anita and whispered her morning 's experience. The tale of her morning's masturbation caused Anita to titter and squeal in delight.

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

Sue told her about the difficulty she had with the vibrating butt plug, especially once tricky with the lube. Anita then explained that she had more suitable hoopla for Sue's first time. As it was betimes for luncheon, the pub 's beer garden was quiet, prompting Sue to be a little less candid.

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

Anita blushed and explained that she had used training plaything at first. Now she was more go through and her soundbox 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 sawhorse stables. Upon arriving, they signed disclaimers and the trek guidebook 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 shot glass had their gens on their nose straps of their bridle.

Sue, having had assorted horse barn jobs after schooltime, was the most experienced and had a overnice big pony, George, that she took to immediately. Bob showed his ignorance with well-trodden enquiry of"Where 's the ignition/brakes/throttle ?"Causing the guide to humour him with a sarcastic laugh and also win him a scolding from Sue. Bob's large ashen crib 'Trevor'was a little kittenish than the others.

Anita 's initial excitement left her as she cautiously approached her littler trot, mollie. Sue encouraged her to make friends, holding Anita 's hands as she introduced her to the pony. Sue helped her familiarise herself with the pony and equipment. Anita was soon stroking and wrapping her arms around the small brown pony's nous, as it nuzzled and befriended her back.

Five Sir Thomas More the great unwashed joining the trek, absorbing the pathfinder's full care as they were all tyro.

Sue moved her trot, George alongside, to be closer to Anita and took bursting charge. Getting her up onto her pony was wanton than she thought. Once mounted, Anita 's initial excitement returned. She was now more relaxed, as the crib seemed to compensate for her jumpiness. Anita kept throwing herself forward to hug and pat molly 's neck. She enjoyed the pony 's musk and the alone feeling of sitting on top of an animal that was in constant motion.

Bob had the job of trying to check his larger white jigger with both girls laughing at his attempts to wrestle control over his crib. Once he listened to Sue to shorten the reigns and be more positive, the pony behaved. Soon they were all led out to an tremendous domain and walked around the periphery on their ponies. The guides were struggling with the group of 5 beginners, leaving our III to their own devices.

Soon they were all led out the logic gate out onto some common country and they were off. Anita's pony was happy to follow the group along a shoal vale with Sue riding alongside Anita, encouraging her to move with the gait of the jigger 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 diagram.

The trek crisscrossed a shallow stream, making it quite adventurous, with the jigger dropping up and down shallow banks. Sue didn't need to give Anita too much help as she seemed to get by well with her pony mollie knowing the itinerary.

As the route opened up and got flatter, Sue got Anita to speed up to a trot, showing her how to rise up and diminish with the gait of the horse. Anita found it clumsy at start but it soon clicked and pony and Anita became synchronised. Once they calmed back to a walk, Sue returned to ride alongside Anita.

"Maybe now you know how pick up to hinge upon spawned many juvenile illusion. The air used to be gamey with innuendo at sleepovers with pony club champion,"Sue told Anita.

Sue gave Anita her knowing smile as she exaggerated a hip thrust with the pony's gait.

"Sue ! You 're such a disgrace,"Anita responded laughing, whilst feeling the same exhilaration with the animal beneath her.

Anita felt more confident now and relaxed more, being able-bodied to bask the horizon. Soon the group followed a path that led to an isolated, empty-bellied, flaxen beach. The tide was now out far enough to allow them to jog out into the shallow across to the next bay. Anita and Sue squealed with laughter, enjoying the water splash over them from the ankle-deep crib.

Out of the Amytal, one of the head ponies spooked and broke into a full moon gallop, encouraging the other shot glass to conjoin in. Bob's pony now found its excuse and bolted along the shoring, giving following as if in a derby, with Bob holding on for honey life.

Anita's pony sped up to a controlled lope that initially causing Anita to take a hop out of control. Sue drew alongside, telling her to put up in the stirrups, bringing Anita back under control. The two rode along the shoreline, with the piss splashing around them, creating rainbows in the sun, both in fits of giggles.

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

Soon they were all following the template along a shallow course away from the beach. The path meandered through sphere and along the drop-off back to the stables, giving them a panoramic view over the hedgerow of the coastline.

Once back at the stables, the troika decided they were all now hungry and ready to return to the pub where they had dejeuner. Giving them time to riposte to the apartment to exchange and walk down to the seaport for an evening drink.

Anita was sorry to leave behind her pony, hugging its head. She followed Sue's lead-in, unbridling Molly, and removed her saddle. They rewarded their trot with carrots and a half-hearted rub down with brushes, but had to forbear Bob from jokingly ` Giving his nag a flush up the bum'.

As Anita stepped back from her pony, her base dropped into a holler in the footing. Her ankle joint twisted sideways, causing her to strike with a shrieking, almost under Bob's big lily-white pony. Sue ran over and shoved the shot glass away as Bob stooped to cradle Anita in his arms and whisked her away to safety. Anita was light in his weaponry, but he held onto her as if she were precious cargo, being both his and his wife's lover.

Anita wrapped her branch around Bob's neck opening, holding onto him, looking over his shoulder. Through her tears of shock, Anita looked back to Sue standing with the shot glass, looking back at her anxiously full of matriarchal concern. Whilst everyone else saw a concerned Fatherhood carrying his girl to safety, Sue saw her devotee in pain, being rescued by her loving husband.

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

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

"Oh you giddy affair, we'll go back to the apartment later, but let's have a expression at that ankle first and then dinner back at that pub."

Bob hadn't realised the enormity of the asking from Anita as he lowered her onto the picnic tabletop. The static's first of all aider came over and introduced herself as Chrissy. She sat on the table's bench tail end below Anita and removed Anita's thrill to check her ankle joint that was now resting on her lap.

Bob, feeling at a departure, with a world-class aider now lay out, went to get them all a cup of tea from the little cafe on site.

Anita tried to act as down her screech, saying it was more out of electric shock, explaining to the Chrissy that her ankle was okay now. Chrissy looked up to secure her manipulation of Anita's ankle was n't causing her pain. A picnic caught Anita's skirt, giving Chrissy a bird's-eye position up her bird to see the unmistakable bulge in her leggings, between her legs.

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

She produced an ice inner circle from her backpack and she wrapped it around her ankle, whilst massaging the plurality around.

"Does that feel better ?"

"MMm, yes, thanks."

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

Chrissy had long blond hair's-breadth, looking a little quondam than Anita, with all benefits from her working outside at the stalls, being tanned and athletic. From her vantage point, Anita could see Chrissy 's cleavage and ample breasts fighting to escape her polo shirt. Chrissy 's breathing increased as she kept flicking her hair back, ensuring Anita could see her face.

Chrissy pressed her a irregular time over her favored hangouts. Anita, enjoying the attention, blurted out the few public house and nightspots she had seen and visited that workweek. Chrissy admitted to frequenting ‘ The Surf Shack'suggesting that she would be there later. Chrissy 's hand drifted above her ankle to fondle her calfskin and then winked she caught Anita's eye.

Sue arrived and gave Anita a supportive hug, wiping her tears. Anita was more embarrassed at the fuss, explaining it was more of the shock of losing her terms that caused her to squall, rather than actual painful sensation.

Chrissy confirmed there didn't seem to be any break or intumescency. She supported Anita as she stood and placed her weight on her ankle without any problems, except for Anita's blushing at causing a hustle. She produced an chance event form to nail, defaulting to Bob, who had now returned with cups of tea.

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

"Er no, Miss Stephens, Anita Stephens,"Bob cut in to chastise her.

Anita and Sue looked offend, then burst out laughing.

"No, that's okay, Anita Nichols is all right,"Sue confirmed through a fit of giggles, then confirmed their base savoir-faire and contact details.

Bob and Sue stood back, sipping their hot tea leaf from the usual polystyrene cups, giving Anita and Chrissy room. Anita saw a questioning look 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 wink, whilst planning her evening and hopefully a surprisal for Sue.

The trio walked back to the car with the conversation returning to their risky venture on the ponies. The two women were still bubbling with inflammation in the car as they drove to the pub. Not having ridden for a few long time now, Sue wanted to return to riding. She suggested that if Anita were to visit Bristol in the future, maybe they could ride together again ?

The pub was busier upon their regaining, but luckily Bob had reserved an evening table at lunchtime for them to sit in a bay window inside the elder quality beamed pub as they studied the evening menu. When Bob went up to the bar to fiat, Sue sat closer to Anita, holding her hands.

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

"Yes, giving and receiving, why ?"

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

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

"I enjoyed having that vibrating butt plug inside me this morning, but with Bob being so big it would be shuddery to go further with him ... But if I was going to, I'd do it 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 discuss the pending exploration of Sue and how to control it would be an enjoyable experience. The prediction got the pair increasingly excited, both holding hands and playing footsy under the board, barely able-bodied to refrain from kissing in public. Bob's return finally interrupted their laugh and tightlipped provision, again making him suspicious of the two.

After the afternoon 's activity, the three were ravenous by the sentence their meal arrived. Bob tucked into prawn and king prawns, whilst the girls had assorted poulet alternative. All three indulged themselves with versatile chocolate offering 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 girls have the run of the bedroom and shower bath. He sat in the lounge to gift them some privacy whilst he watched some TV.

Sue made a beeline for the privy to succeed Anita's book of instructions. Anita checked out her bag of miniature in the bedroom. When Sue emerged from the toilet, she could hear Bob snoring. Peeking into the waiting room, she saw him led out on the sofa, exhausted and fast asleep. She closed the sofa door and entered the bedroom to find Anita stood in her underclothes, with a row of toys out on the bed.

"Bob's fast at peace, he'll be out for at least an hour,"She smiled relieved, allowing them to change their plans.

The couple of them had built themselves up with their planning hullabaloo to a point where neither could wait any longer. Both realised that their chance was now available to them. Without being asked, Sue confidently lost her bathrobe to endure in her underwear, whilst Anita showed her the lineage up of toy, some of which they had brought together earlier that workweek.

They immediately discounted the larger I. Leaving the two smaller 1 and the vibrating seat plug Sue had used that morning. The pocket-sized one was clear silicone, and Anita passed it to Sue to feel. It was suave, with some give, not scary at all.

"So, no meter like the present, free fall em prime,"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 pelvic arch on the border of the bed with her second joint down the side and her knees just off the floor. Anita massaged Sue 's bum, starting with her crevice, working her hands up and down around her bum cheeks. She warmed up the area at the top where her crevice meets her spikelet 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 brawniness peak. Then she licked her spit up and down her crack, lingering around her target flower, again teasing the muscle.

Sue was almost purring now, feeling relaxed and hoping incursion would finger as decent as Anita massaging her. Anita's tongue gently lapped its way finisher and teased some pressure into Sue, causing her to gasp in pleasure. She teased her fingers around Sue's efflorescence once more, gently applying pressure into Sue but not entering. She could feel Sue was relaxed, so with a short lubricator slipped her pollex in for Sue to gasp and hum.

"Mmm, that's nice."

Sue's excitement grew at breaking the taboo of enjoying her backrest 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 around Sue's nurture bloom. Her finger's breadth lingered, then hearing Sue hum in approving, she applied pressure for her to enter.

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

Anita slowly eased her finger in and out until her whole finger's breadth was easily penetrating her. She pulled her finger out to pester Sue by popping it in and out several fourth dimension.

Anita encouraged Sue to rise onto all fours on the bed, enjoyed seeing Sue's older and slightly debauchee nerve offered to her. Sue's kitty was enticing, but that wasn't the subject for the moment.

Anita picked up the pocket-size dildo and lubed it with her early manus. At the future pulling out of her fingerbreadth, she substituted it with the toy but was more gradual inserting it, and soon it was more than a finger's breadth 's width in.

"Oooo ... I can experience that ... Mmm ... Nice ... Different ..."Sue confirmed, as her consistency reacted, with a minuscule wiggle and squirm, accepting the intrusion.

Anita slowly played the toy in and out, escalating its depth and breadth, rotating it to boost Sue to stretch whilst helping Sue spread her stage a little further apart. It surprised Anita at how charge up she was getting watching the toy's advance in and out of Sue, aching to enter Sue herself.

She looked at the next toy, to gain it was larger than herself. She wanted Sue to be a tight fit, so ignored it. Anita saw Sue's discarded bra and scanty she had a diabolic estimation. She encouraged Sue's hand between her legs 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, panties and removed her own. She couldn't resist leaning over to kiss Sue, who was now moaning, enjoying her self-induced pleasure. She fondled Sue's hanging boobs, enjoying watching them swing.

Anita returned to stand behind Sue, out of sight. She tied both their panties around the join between Sue's bra cups into a large knot. She then pumped lube onto her shaft and worked it around. Now Anita's excitation was rising to a peak, 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 grownup ... I've warmed it up."

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

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

Anita ran the bra straps on either side of Sue 's top dog. This was now her check, and she was going to ride her new pony. She ensured her shaft 's tip was still in position and pressed it forwards. Her slam's head squeezed as Sue stretched, and slowly she entered Sue's tight, lovesome passage.

Sue enjoyed this new toy. It felt larger, 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 sovereignty pulling Sue back onto her, gradually filling her up, until her impudence bottomed onto Anita's rosehip. 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 spear, governed by Anita's pressure on her reigns.

"good pony ... Lovely pony ... What a lovely trot you are."Anita purred.

She held both bra shoulder strap'sovereignty in one helping hand, allowing her to stroke and fondled Sue's face with her free bridge player. Anita was ecstatic, not just to be inside Sue's sozzled rear tunnel but also enacting riding her like a shot glass.

Sue felt the additional fervour as well. To have anal sex would have been unthinkable before she met Anita, but here she was. It felt so kinky to enjoy having her arse filled with a prick attached to a beautiful youth trans-woman whilst being ridden like a pony. She could feel her pussy drippage and could n't stand firm its magnetised pulling, allowing her spare hired hand to reach and satisfy her pussy.

"I think it is time to trot ..."Anita commanded ass she slapped her hand onto Sue's one cheek.

She pulled harder on the reigns as she slammed into Sue's buns, to repeat again, and again ... Sue's finger was now frigging hard on her kitty, and wave of tingling construction culmination flowed through her.

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

Anita could feel Sue's hand down near her orb and her quivering 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 spinal column with her driving force back onto Anita. Sue's brawn clamped down even stringent on her shaft inside Sue with each stab, causing Anita's Passion of Christ to overflow, releasing it all inside Sue as she held her drive deeply into her.

Feeling Anita's gift of warmly fluid bursting into her, an exploding a crescendo of orgasms slamming through Sue. The coming overtook her, and her supporting arm collapsed, bringing her face down onto the bed, where she quivered until her orgasm abated. She pulled her trapped arm from beneath her with her succus soaked bridge player, 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 improvize bra curb was now dangling free, allowing her to pull it out of her mouth. 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 erect kneeling on the bed. Anita 's hands fondling her own white meat, her physical structure still tense as her climax abated, with her oculus closed, holding onto the moment. Sue enjoyed the vision of her, soaked in sudor and her light beam 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 answer with a grin. Anita lowered herself onto Sue and they intertwined their tree branch together, kissing each other passionately.

"Anita, that was so fucking kinky, did you like your pony drive ?"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 gear metre. Sorry. ''

"No, it's mulct ... I feel different down there ... not sore, but I know you've been in there ... It's strange having a warm liquidity pumped into you there, a wonderful nice strange ... It's very unlike in a nice, kinky, naughty way,"Sue admitted kissing Anita.

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

They had dozed a little when Sue suggested having showers and getting set up, as Bob will need to shower as well. They both drifted to the cascade hand in hand, both now accustomed to showering together.

After showering, they emerged to detect Bob still snoring, curled up in a Lucille 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 ready, I'll wake him up for his rain shower and join you in a second."

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

"Mmm okay, love ... Um ... I 'm not feeling brilliant ... I'll feel better after a cascade,"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 threshold shut, they could learn Bob throwing up. After a quiet pause, Sue knocked on the door.

"Are you okay, get laid ?"

"Jeez, I think those runt and king shrimp are trying to swim to freedom ... I'm getting stomach cramp ... You two carry on getting set up 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 hear it ! He doesn't sound good. You still sanction to go out tonight ?"Anita asked, concerned.

'' You never know with seafood how long it 's been hanging around. Whether it 's newly 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 ready, they could listen Bob in the shower, then more throwing up. After a patch, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"You girls decent ?"Bob asked, despite having carnal knowledge of them both.

"Yes, you oaf, come in ... Jeez, Bob, you look frightful,"Sue said as bob came through the threshold, Edward Douglas White Jr. as a sheet.

"It's both ends, so I'll wreck on the sofa tonight so you won't wake me when you come back. You girls go out and take a commodity time,"Bob said, looking very sorry for himself.

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

Soon the two char were ready, both in summertime dresses, showing off their bare shoulders and blazonry, gear up to party. Sue checked in on Bob but he was already curled up on the sofa snoring.

The two women set off into the affectionate evening to connect the concourse of people also heading out.

To Be Continued *******