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Bob and Anita returned to the apartment later that morning. Both were still full-of-the-moon of fervour and weary from surfing.

Anita was pulling her wheelie traveling bag with the last of her clothes and personal effects, leaving her vacation apartment empty.

They found Sue dressed, pes up on the lounge, dozing in movement of daytime TV. A cold cup of coffee tree on the tabular array and her phone still in her script, slumped by her side. She had cleaned the apartment, leaving discharge drawers and cupboards open for Anita to use. Bob jumped in the cascade whilst Anita unpacked, leaving Sue to sleep.

Sue awoke as she heard the kettle boil. Opening her heart and stretching, she saw Bob dressed in T-shirt and boxershorts, smiling at her.

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

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

"Great, it was the considerably day yet. Poor Anita fell more metre 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 gobs of fourth dimension, there's a pub near the horse stable for luncheon ?"Sue suggested.

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

"Already done, have a look,"Sue passed Bob her phone, open to Google single-valued function. Bob made a genial 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 exhibitioner and slipped into the bedroom. Sue joined her to excuse that she may need to relocate her family jewel, as it would n't be advisable to tuck everything underneath when riding a horse. Anita wore a poor, light blue angel, loose, skater dress over her leg covering, to hide her bulge at the front. Sue wore a long tee shirt to hide her bum that was now stressed by her leggings.

Bob enjoyed the opinion of the two cleaning woman as they walked from the park car to a table in the beer garden of their elect pub. The piece of cake flicked Anita 's skirt as she walked to rally him with views of the underside of her impudence whilst Sue now walked with newfound self-confidence, making Bob ado in his shorts.

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

Bob popped to the blighter before lunch arrived, allowing Sue to cower up to Anita and whispered her morning 's experience. The tale of her morning's masturbation caused Anita to titter and oink in delectation.

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

Sue told her about the difficulty she had with the vibrating keister plug, especially once tricky with the lubricating substance. Anita then explained that she had more suited hype for Sue's first time. As it was early for lunch, 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 enjoy it, even with Bob being so big ?"

Anita blushed and explained that she had used education toys at first. Now she was more get 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 issue of conversation.

After dejeuner, they drove the short distance to the horse horse barn. Upon arriving, they signed disavowal and the trek template 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 epithet on their nose strap of their bridle.

Sue, having had various stalls jobs after schoolhouse, was the most feel and had a nice big pony, George II, that she took to immediately. Bob showed his ignorance with well-trodden questions of"Where 's the ignition/brakes/throttle ?"Causing the guide to humor him with a sarcastic jape and also win him a scolding from Sue. Bob's with child tweed trot 'Trevor'was a short friskier than the others.

Anita 's initial agitation left her as she cautiously approached her smaller trot, molly. Sue encouraged her to make water friends, holding Anita 's bridge player as she introduced her to the pony. Sue helped her familiarise herself with the jigger and equipment. Anita was soon stroking and wrapping her arms around the small Robert Brown shot glass's head, as it nuzzled and befriended her spine.

Five More people joining the trek, absorbing the guide's full aid as they were all beginner.

Sue moved her shot glass, George V alongside, to be closer to Anita and took flush. Getting her up onto her pony was soft than she thought. Once mounted, Anita 's initial excitement returned. She was now more relaxed, as the pony seemed to compensate for her nervousness. Anita kept throwing herself forward to hug and pat molly 's cervix. She enjoyed the crib 's musk and the singular tactile sensation of sitting on top of an animal that was in constant quantity motion.

Bob had the trouble of trying to curb his orotund white pony with both daughter laughing at his attack to wrestle ascendancy over his pony. Once he listened to Sue to bowdlerize the reigns and be more positive, the pony behaved. Soon they were all led out to an tremendous field and walked around the fringe on their shot glass. The guides were struggling with the radical of 5 beginners, leaving our trio to their own devices.

Soon they were all led out the gate out onto some uncouth land and they were off. Anita's jigger was happy to follow the grouping along a shallow valley with Sue riding alongside Anita, encouraging her to move with the gait of the trot as it stepped over John Rock and grass tumps. Sue and Anita giggled and joked their way down the valley, ducking under the few low trees.

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

As the route opened up and got flatter, Sue got Anita to cannonball along up to a trot, showing her how to spring up and fall with the pace of the horse cavalry. Anita found it clumsy at start but it soon clicked and shot glass and Anita became synchronised. Once they calmed back to a base on balls, Sue returned to ride alongside Anita.

"Maybe now you know how learning to turn on spawned many teenage fantasies. The air used to be dispirited with innuendo at sleepovers with pony club friends,"Sue told Anita.

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

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

Anita felt more confident now and relaxed more, being able to enjoy the sight. Soon the group followed a path that led to an isolated, vacate, arenaceous beach. The tide was now out far enough to allow them to trot out into the shallows across to the next bay. Anita and Sue squealed with laughter, enjoying the piss spattering over them from the ankle-deep jigger.

Out of the blue, one of the lead ponies spooked and broke into a entire gallop, encouraging the other ponies to join in. Bob's pony now found its apology and bolted along the shoring, giving pursuit as if in a bowler, with Bob holding on for lamb life.

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

Eventually, they caught up with the mathematical group waiting at the end of the bay. Only Sue, Anita and the usher had remained on their mount. Bob looked very sorry for himself, standing on the moxie with wet wooden leg and short. Anita was laughing, catching her hint, and asked Sue if they could do it all again.

Soon they were all following the guides along a shallow track away from the beach. The path meandered through W. C. Fields and along the drop-off back to the stables, giving them a bird's-eye view over the hedgerow of the coastline.

Once back at the stalls, the trey decided they were all now hungry and ready to return to the pub where they had tiffin. Giving them clip to reelect to the apartment to transfer and walk down to the harbour for an evening drink.

Anita was sorry to leave her pony, hugging its head. She followed Sue's lede, unbridling molly, and removed her saddle. They rewarded their ponies with carrots and a tepid rub down with coppice, 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 hole in the solid ground. Her ankle joint wriggle sideways, causing her to hang with a scream, almost under Bob's big Elwyn Brooks White shot glass. 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 limb, but he held onto her as if she were precious consignment, being both his and his wife's lover.

Anita wrapped her munition around Bob's neck, holding onto him, looking over his shoulder. Through her snag of shock, Anita looked back to Sue standing with the ponies, looking back at her anxiously full of matriarchal concern. Whilst everyone else saw a relate father carrying his daughter to safety device, Sue saw her lover in pain sensation, being rescued by her loving husband.

As Bob carried her back out of the paddock to a picnic terrace to lay her on, Anita felt a moving ridge of security measures slipstream over her. Being carried in his powerful munition, 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 home with you and Sue ?"

"Oh you silly thing, we'll go back to the apartment later, but let's have a expression at that ankle joint 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 field day 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 check her ankle that was now resting on her lap.

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

Anita tried to play down her scream, saying it was more out of daze, explaining to the Chrissy that her ankle was okay now. Chrissy looked up to ensure her manipulation of Anita's ankle was n't causing her botheration. A breeze caught Anita's doll, giving Chrissy a bird's-eye persuasion up her skirt to see the unmistakable bulge in her leg covering, between her legs.

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

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

"Department of Energy that feel better ?"

"MMm, yes, thanks."

"Are you down for the week ?"Chrissy asked and then made small talking whilst she maintained the ice pack on Anita's articulatio talocruralis. Her humble talk of the town culminated in flirtatiously asking Anita about her favourite nightspot.

Chrissy had long blonde hair, looking a little older than Anita, with all benefits from her working exterior at the stables, being tanned and acrobatic. From her vantage point, Anita could see Chrissy 's cleavage and rich tit fighting to get out her polo shirt. Chrissy 's ventilation increased as she kept flicking her hair back, ensuring Anita could see her face.

Chrissy pressed her a second fourth dimension over her favourite hangout. Anita, enjoying the attention, blurted out the few pubs and nightspots she had seen and visited that calendar week. Chrissy admitted to frequenting ‘ The Surf Shack'suggesting that she would be there later. Chrissy 's 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 embarrass at the fuss, explaining it was more of the shock of losing her footing that caused her to scream, rather than genuine pain.

Chrissy confirmed there didn't seem to be any geological fault or lump. She supported Anita as she stood and placed her weight on her ankle without any problems, except for Anita's blushing at causing a fuss. She produced an stroke figure to complete, 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 slump her.

Anita and Sue looked shocked, then burst out laughing.

"No, that's okay, Anita Nichols is OK,"Sue confirmed through a fit of giggles, then confirmed their home speech and contact details.

Bob and Sue stood back, sipping their hot teas from the usual polystyrene cup, 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 dorsum a wink, whilst planning her eve and hopefully a surprisal for Sue.

The deuce-ace walked back to the car with the conversation returning to their adventures 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 old age now, Sue wanted to return to riding. She suggested that if Anita were to visit Bristol in the future tense, maybe they could drive together again ?

The pub was busy upon their return key, but luckily Bob had reserved an eve tabular array at lunchtime for them to sit in a bay window inside the sr. timber beamed pub as they studied the even computer menu. 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 ?"

"Well, as you enjoy it so lots, and this workweek 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 facilitate ?"

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

"I enjoyed having that vibrating butt cud 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 life to,"Anita giggled and hugged her.

The two began to excitedly talk about the pending exploration of Sue and how to ensure it would be an enjoyable experience. The anticipation got the brace increasingly excited, both holding hands and playing footsy under the table, barely capable to desist from kissing in public. Bob's deliver finally interrupted their laughter and tightlipped provision, again making him mistrustful of the two.

After the afternoon 's activity, the three were ravenous by the clip their meals arrived. Bob tucked into shrimp and king shrimp, whilst the girls had assorted volaille options. All three indulged themselves with assorted chocolate offering for sweets. Finally, the three left the pub fed and watered with the even still very young.

Arriving back at the apartment, Bob suggested the miss have the run of the bedroom and cascade. He sat in the couch to sacrifice them some privacy whilst he watched some TV.

Sue made a beeline for the pot to follow Anita's educational activity. 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 couch, exhausted and fast asleep. She closed the waiting room door and entered the bedroom to find Anita stood in her underwear, with a row of toys out on the bed.

"Bob's fast deceased, he'll be out for at to the lowest degree an hour,"She smiled relieved, allowing them to change their plan.

The duet of them had built themselves up with their planning fervor 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 digest in her underwear, whilst Anita showed her the bloodline up of toys, some of which they had brought together earlier that week.

They immediately discounted the larger single. Leaving the two minor ones and the vibrating arse plug Sue had used that morning. The smaller one was clear silicone, and Anita passed it to Sue to feel. It was smooth out, with some give, not scary at all.

"So, no metre like the present, pearl em efflorescence,"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 coxa on the sharpness of the bed with her thighs down the side and her genu just off the floor. Anita massaged Sue 's bum, starting with her crevice, working her hands up and down around her bum impertinence. She warmed up the area at the top where her crevice meets her acantha and ran down passed to her pussy.

Anita's hands loosen 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 sinew flower. Then she licked her knife 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 finger as nice as Anita massaging her. Anita's clapper gently lapped its way closer and teased some pressure into Sue, causing her to gasp in joy. She teased her fingers around Sue's flower once more, gently applying atmospheric pressure into Sue but not entering. She could experience Sue was relaxed, so with a lilliputian lubricating substance slipped her thumb in for Sue to pant and hum.

"Mmm, that's nice."

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

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

She teased her lubed finger around Sue's lift flower. Her digit lingered, then hearing Sue hum in favourable reception, she applied air pressure 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 digit out to tease Sue by popping it in and out several clock time.

Anita encouraged Sue to wax onto all fours on the bed, enjoyed seeing Sue's older and slightly libertine cheek offered to her. Sue's kitty was enticing, but that wasn't the study for the moment.

Anita picked up the diminished dildo and lubed it with her other hand. At the next secession of her finger, 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 feel that ... Mmm ... Nice ... Different ..."Sue confirmed, as her body reacted, with a little wiggle and squirm, accepting the intrusion.

Anita slowly played the toy in and out, escalating its profundity and width, rotating it to further Sue to stretch whilst helping Sue spread her legs a little promote apart. It surprised Anita at how shake up she was getting watching the toy's progression in and out of Sue, aching to infix Sue herself.

She looked at the next toy, to bring in it was larger than herself. She wanted Sue to be a tight fit, so ignored it. Anita saw Sue's discarded bra and panties she had a devilish idea. She encouraged Sue's helping hand between her legs to manipulating the dildo herself. Sue held onto the soft touch 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 buss Sue, who was now moaning, enjoying her self-induced delights. She fondled Sue's hanging boobs, enjoying watching them swing.

Anita returned to stand behind Sue, out of mint. She tied both their scanty around the marijuana cigarette between Sue's bra cupful into a large burl. She then pumped lube onto her light beam and worked it around. Now Anita's agitation was rising to a efflorescence, 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 succeeding size, not much bigger ... 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 hands, 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 incline of Sue 's head. This was now her bridle, and she was going to ride her new pony. She ensured her calamus 's tip was still in status and pressed it forwards. Her spear's head word squeezed as Sue stretched, and slowly she entered Sue's tight, warm enactment.

Sue enjoyed this new toy. It felt larger, and once in it felt more like a phallus 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 reigns pulling Sue back onto her, gradually filling her up, until her cheeks bottomed onto Anita's hips. Sue's soundbox 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 shaft, governed by Anita's pressure on her reigns.

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

She held both bra straps'sovereignty in one hired man, allowing her to stroke and fondled Sue's cheek with her free hand. Anita was ecstatic, not just to be inside Sue's tight rear burrow but also enacting riding her like a pony.

Sue felt the additional excitement as well. To take in anal sex would have been unthinkable before she met Anita, but here she was. It felt so crisp to enjoy having her posterior filled with a cock attached to a beautiful new trans-woman whilst being ridden like a shot glass. She could feel her pussy dripping and could n't resist its magnetic pull, allowing her free hand to reach and fulfil her pussy.

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

She pulled harder on the reigns as she slammed into Sue's seat, to reduplicate again, and again ... Sue's finger was now frigging hard on her pussy, and undulation of tingling building coming flowed through her.

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

Anita could palpate Sue's mitt down near her chunk and her quivering with her resulting excitement. Anita voodoo buttons were all being pushed as she thrust deeply into Sue, whilst her pony frigged herself off. Sue started arching her back with her thrusting back onto Anita. Sue's brawn clamped down even slopped on her jibe inside Sue with each thrust, causing Anita's passion to run over, releasing it all inside Sue as she held her driving force deeply into her.

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

Sue felt Anita deflating inside her and tried to clamp her brawniness to trap her inside for just a few seconds longer, but only squeezed her out instead. Her extemporise bra bridle was now dangling gratis, allowing her to pull in it out of her oral fissure. Sue chuckled at the groundbreaking kink that seemed to lick for them both.

She rolled around on the bed to lie on her back, looking up at Anita who was still just kneeling on the bed. Anita 's hands fondling her own chest, her body still tense up as her orgasm abated, with her optic closed, holding onto the minute. Sue enjoyed the visual modality of her, soaked in sweat and her jibe still glistening with lubricator deflating.

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

"Anita, that was so fucking kinky, did you like your shot glass ride ?"Sue asked.

'' That was fucking unbelievable Sue, are you okay, I did n't wound you did I ? I got over-enthusiastic for your first fourth dimension. 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 tender liquidness pumped into you there, a wonderful gracious strange ... It's very dissimilar in a gracious, 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 family relationship with Anita. Something she could never have imagined, feeling both parental passion and a driving sexual mania for her.

They had dozed a fiddling when Sue suggested having showers and getting ready, as Bob will need to shower as well. They both drifted to the shower down hand in hired man, both now accustomed to showering together.

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

"Awe, he's still a niggling 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 join you in a second."

"Bob ... Bob ... seminal fluid on love ... you need to shower down if we're going out tonight ... Bob ?"Sue tried to inflame him.

"Mmm okay, honey ... Um ... I 'm not feeling brilliant ... I'll smell better after a rain 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 threshold shut, they could try Bob throwing up. After a lull pause, Sue knocked on the door.

"Are you okay, love ?"

"Jeez, I think those shrimp and king shrimp are trying to swim to freedom ... I'm getting stomach cramps ... 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 neglect a night out with Anita.

"I could hear it ! He doesn't sound honest. You still O.K. to go out tonight ?"Anita asked, concerned.

'' You never know with seafood how hanker it 's been hanging around. Whether it 's sweet or just reheated from lunchtime ... He 'll last ... 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 set, they could hear Bob in the shower, then more throwing up. After a patch, there was a knocking on the bedroom door.

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

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

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

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

Soon the two women were ready, both in summertime frock, showing off their bare articulatio humeri and arms, prepare to party. Sue checked in on Bob but he was already curled up on the sofa snoring.

The two women set off into the warm evening to unite the multitude of people also heading out.

To Be Continued *******