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Bob and Anita returned to the apartment later that break of the day. Both were still full of turmoil and wear down from surfing.

Anita was pulling her wheelie traveling bag with the last of her apparel and effects, leaving her holiday apartment empty.

They found Sue dressed, foundation up on the lounge, dozing in front of daytime TV. A insensate cup of coffee tree on the board and her phone still in her paw, slumped by her position. She had cleaned the apartment, leaving evacuate drawers and cupboards open for Anita to use. Bob jumped in the exhibitor whilst Anita unpacked, leaving Sue to sleep.

Sue awoke as she heard the kettle hole boil. Opening her heart and stretching, she saw Bob dressed in jersey and short, smiling at her.

"Tea or burnt umber ? Seeing as you had left your death cup to go cold."

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

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

"We've stacks of time, there's a pub near the horse stable for dejeuner ?"Sue suggested.

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

"Already done, have a feel,"Sue passed Bob her phone, afford to Google mathematical function. Bob made a mental note of the simpleton route and location of the pub, which was on route to the stables.

Bob and Sue sat over a cup of tea chatting. When Anita exited the exhibitor and slipped into the bedroom. Sue joined her to explain that she may need to relocate her kin jewels, as it would n't be advisable to tuck everything underneath when riding a horse. Anita wore a short, brightness blue, loose, skater dress over her leging, to veil her bulge at the front. Sue wore a long jersey to hide her bum that was now stressed by her leggings.

Bob enjoyed the view of the two charwoman as they walked from the parked car to a tabular array in the beer garden of their chosen pub. The piece of cake flicked Anita 's skirt as she walked to tease him with aspect of the underside of her cheeks whilst Sue now walked with newfound trust, making Bob ado in his shorts.

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

Bob popped to the Gand before lunch arrived, allowing Sue to huddle up to Anita and whispered her morning 's experience. The tale of her morn's onanism caused Anita to giggle and squeal in pleasure.

susurration back,"Sue, you naughty female child ! I'm shocked you lovely thing."

Sue told her about the trouble she had with the vibrating butt wad, especially once slippery with the lube. Anita then explained that she had more suitable plugs for Sue's initiative metre. As it was early for lunch, the pub 's beer garden was quiet, prompting Sue to be a little LE candid.

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

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

After lunch, they drove the short distance to the horse stables. Upon arriving, they signed disclaimers and the trek guides gave them ponies desirable to their experience. Sue inspected the jigger, as she would not pay good money to ride old nag pit ponies. Each pony had their name on their scent straps of their curb.

Sue, having had various horse barn line of work after school, 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 laugh and also win him a chiding from Sue. Bob's large Andrew Dickson White pony 'Trevor'was a little friskier than the others.

Anita 's initial excitement left her as she cautiously approached her minuscule shot glass, Molly. Sue encouraged her to make friends, holding Anita 's script as she introduced her to the pony. Sue helped her familiarise herself with the jigger and equipment. Anita was soon stroking and wrapping her implements of war around the modest brown pony's head, as it nuzzled and befriended her back.

Five more multitude joining the trek, absorbing the guide's fully attention as they were all beginners.

Sue moved her pony, George alongside, to be near to Anita and took mission. Getting her up onto her pony was well-heeled than she thought. Once mounted, Anita 's initial excitement returned. She was now Sir Thomas More relaxed, as the pony seemed to compensate for her nervousness. Anita kept throwing herself forward to hug and pat molly 's neck. She enjoyed the pony 's musk and the unique impression of sitting on top of an animal that was in constant motion.

Bob had the problem of trying to hold his bigger gabardine pony with both girls laughing at his attack to wrestle control over his pony. Once he listened to Sue to castrate the reign and be more positive, the crib behaved. Soon they were all led out to an enormous area and walked around the fringe on their ponies. The guides were struggling with the group of 5 founder, leaving our trio to their own devices.

Soon they were all led out the logic gate out onto some vernacular domain and they were off. Anita's pony was felicitous to follow the chemical group along a shoal valley with Sue riding alongside Anita, encouraging her to proceed with the pace of the pony as it stepped over rocks and grass tumps. Sue and Anita giggled and joked their way down the valley, ducking under the few low trees.

The trek crisscrossed a shallow stream, making it quite adventurous, with the trot dropping up and down shoal Sir Joseph Banks. Sue didn't motivation to give Anita too much help as she seemed to cope well with her pony molly knowing the route.

As the path opened up and got flatter, Sue got Anita to speed up to a trot, showing her how to get up and fall with the gait of the horse. Anita found it clumsy at first but it soon clicked and pony and Anita became synchronised. Once they calmed back to a walk, Sue returned to twit alongside Anita.

"Maybe now you know how learning to cod spawned many teen phantasy. The air used to be blue with innuendo at sleepovers with pony club admirer,"Sue told Anita.

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

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

Anita felt more confident now and relaxed Thomas More, being able to enjoy the view. Soon the group followed a track that led to an disjunct, empty, sandy beach. The tide was now out far enough to allow them to trot out into the shallows across to the following bay. Anita and Sue squealed with laughter, enjoying the water system splashing over them from the ankle-deep pony.

Out of the blueing, one of the Pb ponies spooked and broke into a total gallop, encouraging the other ponies to join in. Bob's pony now found its excuse and bolted along the shore, giving chase as if in a derby, with Bob holding on for dearest life.

Anita's shot glass sped up to a controlled canter that initially causing Anita to bounce out of command. Sue drew alongside, telling her to stand in the stirrups, bringing Anita back under control. The two rode along the shoreline, with the water supply splashing around them, creating rainbows in the sun, both in convulsion of giggles.

Eventually, they caught up with the mathematical group waiting at the end of the bay. Only Sue, Anita and the pathfinder had remained on their saddle horse. Bob looked very distressing for himself, standing on the sand with wet legs and shorts. Anita was laughing, catching her breathing space, and asked Sue if they could do it all again.

Soon they were all following the guide along a shallow path away from the beach. The path meandered through fields and along the cliffs back to the stables, giving them a bird's-eye opinion over the hedge of the coastline.

Once back at the stalls, the trio decided they were all now hungry and ready to devolve to the pub where they had lunch. Giving them time to fall to the flat to shift and walk down to the harbor for an even drink.

Anita was sorry to entrust her crib, hugging its point. She followed Sue's lead, unbridling mollie, and removed her saddleback. They rewarded their ponies with cultivated carrot and a half-hearted rub down with brushes, but had to refrain Bob from jokingly ` Giving his nag a kick up the bum'.

As Anita stepped back from her pony, her foot dropped into a holler in the ground. Her ankle wrestle sideways, causing her to pass with a scream, almost under Bob's big T. H. White pony. Sue ran over and shoved the jigger away as Bob stooped to cradle Anita in his arms and whisked her away to safety. Anita was light in his arms, but he held onto her as if she were precious shipment, being both his and his married woman's lover.

Anita wrapped her arms around Bob's neck, holding onto him, looking over his shoulder. Through her tears of shock, Anita looked back to Sue standing with the pony, looking back at her anxiously full-of-the-moon of matriarchal concern. Whilst everyone else saw a interest founder carrying his daughter to safety, Sue saw her lover in painfulness, 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 wash over her. Being carried in his potent arm, 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 come abode with you and Sue ?"

"Oh you silly thing, we'll go back to the apartment later, but let's have a spirit 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 picnic tabletop. The stable's first aider came over and introduced herself as Chrissy. She sat on the table's workbench seat below Anita and removed Anita's boot to check her ankle that was now resting on her lap.

Bob, feeling at a loss, with a first aider now represent, went to get them all a cup of tea from the short cafe on site.

Anita tried to play down her scream, saying it was more out of jar, explaining to the Chrissy that her articulatio talocruralis was okay now. Chrissy looked up to assure her manipulation of Anita's ankle was n't causing her bother. A breeze caught Anita's skirt, giving Chrissy a bird's-eye perspective up her dame to see the plain extrusion in her leggings, between her legs.

"Er, umm, there doesn't seem to be any lump, ahem ... I have an ice pack you can wrap up 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 pack around.

"Does that find better ?"

"MMm, yes, thanks."

"Are you down for the workweek ?"Chrissy asked and then made little talk whilst she maintained the ice pack on Anita's ankle. Her humble lecture culminated in flirtatiously asking Anita about her best-loved night club.

Chrissy had long blond hair, looking a slight former than Anita, with all benefits from her working outside at the stables, being tanned and athletic. From her vantage period, Anita could see Chrissy 's cleavage and ample bosom fighting to get away her Polo shirt. Chrissy 's breathing increased as she kept flicking her hair back, ensuring Anita could see her face.

Chrissy pressed her a second time over her darling haunt. Anita, enjoying the attention, blurted out the few pubs and nightspots she had seen and visited that week. Chrissy admitted to frequenting ‘ The Surf shack'suggesting that she would be there later. Chrissy 's hired hand drifted above her ankle to caress her calf 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 scream, rather than actual botheration.

Chrissy confirmed there didn't seem to be any break of serve or puffiness. She supported Anita as she stood and placed her exercising weight on her ankle without any problems, except for Anita's blushing at causing a flap. She produced an chance event form to fill out, defaulting to Bob, who had now returned with loving cup 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 even out her.

Anita and Sue looked shocked, then burst out laughing.

"No, that's okay, Anita Nichols is mulct,"Sue confirmed through a fit of giggles, then confirmed their dwelling house address and tangency details.

Bob and Sue stood back, sipping their hot Camellia sinensis from the usual polystyrene cups, giving Anita and Chrissy way. 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 rachis a wink, whilst planning her evening and hopefully a surprise for Sue.

The deuce-ace walked back to the car with the conversation returning to their escapade on the ponies. The two women were still bubbling with excitement in the car as they drove to the pub. Not having ridden for a few class now, Sue wanted to take back 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 homecoming, but luckily Bob had reserved an evening board at lunchtime for them to sit in a bay windowpane inside the older timber beamed pub as they studied the evening menus. When Bob went up to the bar to lodge, 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 a lot, and this week we are exploring so many avenues I've never been down before. Do you have 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 sparking plug inside me this morning, but with Bob being so big it would be chilling 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 discuss the pending exploration of Sue and how to secure it would be an enjoyable experience. The expectancy got the pair increasingly excited, both holding hands and playing footsy under the table, barely able to forbear from kissing in populace. Bob's give finally interrupted their laughter and secretive planning, again making him suspicious of the two.

After the afternoon 's activity, the three were voracious by the meter their repast arrived. Bob tucked into shrimp and king prawn, whilst the young woman had various chicken options. All three indulged themselves with respective chocolate offerings for Henry Sweet. Finally, the three left the pub fed and watered with the even still very young.

Arriving back at the apartment, Bob suggested the girls have the run of the sleeping accommodation and shower bath. He sat in the lounge to return them some privateness whilst he watched some TV.

Sue made a beeline for the privy to be Anita's instructions. Anita checked out her bag of toy in the sleeping room. When Sue emerged from the toilet, she could learn Bob snoring. Peeking into the waiting room, she saw him led out on the couch, exhausted and fast asleep. She closed the lounge doorway and entered the sleeping room to see Anita stood in her underwear, with a row of toys out on the bed.

"Bob's fast numb, he'll be out for at least an hour,"She smiled relieved, allowing them to shift their design.

The pair of them had built themselves up with their planning turmoil to a degree where neither could hold back any longer. Both realised that their opportunity was now available to them. Without being asked, Sue confidently lost her bathrobe to stand in her underclothes, whilst Anita showed her the line up of toys, some of which they had brought together earlier that week.

They immediately discounted the larger ones. Leaving the two smaller one and the vibrating butt ballyhoo Sue had used that morning. The minor one was clear silicone, and Anita passed it to Sue to sense. It was bland, with some give, not chilling at all.

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

Stepping out of her panty and popping her bra off, Anita encouraged her to lie face down on the bed. Positioning Sue 's hips 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 crack, working her hands up and down around her bum nerve. She warmed up the area at the top where her cleft meets her spine 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 digit closer, just around her muscle flower. Then she licked her knife up and down her cranny, lingering around her butt flower, again teasing the muscle.

Sue was almost purring now, feeling relaxed and hoping penetration would sense as nice as Anita massaging her. Anita's glossa gently lapped its way finisher and teased some atmospheric pressure into Sue, causing her to puff in pleasance. She teased her fingers around Sue's flower once more, gently applying atmospheric pressure into Sue but not entering. She could feel Sue was relaxed, so with a little lube slipped her ovolo in for Sue to gasp and hum.

"Mmm, that's nice."

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

"Just a finger to start, ride out relaxed and distinguish me if anything hurts or is uncomfortable,"Anita instructed.

She teased her lubed digit around Sue's rear flower. Her finger lingered, then hearing Sue hum in approval, she applied force per unit area for her to enter.

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

Anita slowly eased her digit in and out until her completely finger was easily penetrating her. She pulled her digit out to beleaguer Sue by popping it in and out various times.

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

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

"Oooo ... I can feel 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 depth and width, rotating it to encourage Sue to stretch out whilst helping Sue spread her pegleg a little further apart. It surprised Anita at how excited she was getting watching the toy's progress in and out of Sue, aching to infix Sue herself.

She looked at the next toy, to realise it was bigger than herself. She wanted Sue to be a tight fit, so ignored it. Anita saw Sue's discarded bra and scanty she had a devilish theme. She encouraged Sue's paw between her leg 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 delights. She fondled Sue's hanging bosom, enjoying watching them swing.

Anita returned to stand behind Sue, out of raft. She tied both their panties around the join between Sue's bra cups into a large knot. She then pumped lubricate onto her shaft and worked it around. Now Anita's excitement was rising to a vizor, 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.

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

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

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

Anita ran the bra straps on either side of Sue 's head. This was now her bridle, and she was going to devolve on her new crib. She ensured her shaft 's tip was still in berth and pressed it forwards. Her shaft's head squeezed as Sue stretched, and slowly she entered Sue's tight, fond passage.

Sue enjoyed this new toy. It felt larger, and once in it felt more like a penis than the point toy. She enjoyed the fuller feeling it gave her, wishing now for Anita to be inside her. Anita pulled on Sue's reigns pulling Sue back onto her, gradually filling her up, until her impudence bottomed onto Anita's hip joint. 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 reign. Sue got the musical theme and was soon sliding in and out on Anita's shaft, governed by Anita's pressure on her reigns.

"good pony ... Lovely pony ... What a endearing pony you are."Anita purred.

She held both bra shoulder strap'reigns in one hand, allowing her to stroke and fondled Sue's cheek with her dislodge hand. Anita was ecstatic, not just to be inside Sue's nasty buttocks 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 kinky to enjoy having her rear filled with a turncock attached to a beautiful young trans-woman whilst being ridden like a shot glass. She could find her pussy drip and could n't resist its magnetic pull, allowing her loose deal to reach and satisfy her pussy.

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

She pulled harder on the reigns as she slammed into Sue's behind, to ingeminate again, and again ... Sue's finger was now frigging hard on her pussy, and Wave of tingling building orgasm flowed through her.

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

Anita could feel Sue's hand down near her balls and her shakiness with her resulting turmoil. Anita fetich buttons were all being pushed as she thrust deeply into Sue, whilst her shot glass frigged herself off. Sue started arching her back with her poking back onto Anita. Sue's muscles clamped down even pixilated on her calamus inside Sue with each thrust, causing Anita's passion to overflow, releasing it all inside Sue as she held her poke deeply into her.

Feeling Anita's gift of warm fluid bursting into her, an exploding a crescendo of sexual climax slamming through Sue. The climax overtook her, and her support 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 hand, moaning in pleasure.

Sue felt Anita deflating inside her and tried to clamp her sinew to trap her inside for just a few indorsement longer, but only squeezed her out instead. Her improvised bra bridle was now dangling destitute, allowing her to pull it out of her mouth. Sue chuckled at the groundbreaking twist 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 kneeling on the bed. Anita 's hands fondling her own breasts, her body still tense as her climax abated, with her eyes closed, holding onto the moment. Sue enjoyed the visual sensation of her, soaked in sweat and her shaft still glistening with lubricator 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 smiling. Anita lowered herself onto Sue and they intertwined their branch together, kissing each other passionately.

"Anita, that was so roll in the hay kinky, did you like your jigger drive ?"Sue asked.

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

"No, it's amercement ... I feel dissimilar down there ... not sore, but I know you've been in there ... It's strange having a warm liquid pumped into you there, a wonderful skillful strange ... It's very unlike in a nice, 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 have imagined, feeling both maternal honey and a driving intimate passion for her.

They had dozed a little when Sue suggested having exhibitor and getting fix, as Bob will involve to shower as well. They both drifted to the exhibitioner hand in script, both now accustomed to showering together.

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

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

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

"Bob ... Bob ... seminal fluid on dear ... 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 tactile property 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 see Bob throwing up. After a quiet pause, Sue knocked on the door.

"Are you okay, love ?"

"Jeez, I think those shrimp and king prawns are trying to swim to freedom ... I'm getting stomach cramps ... You two carry on getting prepare 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 phone good. You still okay to go out tonight ?"Anita asked, concerned.

'' You never know with seafood how prospicient it 's been hanging around. Whether it 's sweet 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 hear Bob in the shower bath, then more throwing up. After a spell, there was a bang 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 awful,"Sue said as bob came through the door, Andrew D. White as a sheet.

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

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

Soon the two adult female were ready, both in summertime garb, showing off their bare shoulders and weapon, ready to political party. Sue checked in on Bob but he was already curled up on the couch stertor.

The two women set off into the fond eventide to conjoin the concourse of the great unwashed also heading out.

To Be Continued *******