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Bob and Anita returned to the flat later that morning. Both were still full of excitement and weary from surfing.

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

They found Sue dressed, foundation up on the sofa, dozing in front of daytime TV. A cold-blooded cup of deep brown on the board and her phone still in her hand, slumped by her side. She had cleaned the apartment, leaving vacate pants and cupboards open for Anita to use. Bob jumped in the shower bath whilst Anita unpacked, leaving Sue to sleep.

Sue awoke as she heard the kettle boiling point. Opening her eyes and stretch, she saw Bob dressed in jersey and shorts, smiling at her.

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

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

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

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

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

"Already done, have a facial expression,"Sue passed Bob her phone, afford to Google map. Bob made a mental note of the simple route and location of the pub, which was on itinerary 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 excuse that she may need to relocate her fellowship jewels, as it would n't be advisable to tuck everything underneath when riding a horse. Anita wore a brusque, light blue sky, loose, skater dress over her leggings, to hide her bulge at the figurehead. Sue wore a foresighted jersey to hide out her bum that was now stressed by her leggings.

Bob enjoyed the purview 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 skirt as she walked to loosen him with views of the undersurface of her cheek whilst Sue now walked with newfound confidence, making Bob stir in his shorts.

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

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

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

Sue told her about the difficulty she had with the vibrating nates plug, especially once tricky with the lube. Anita then explained that she had more suitable plugs for Sue's first meter. As it was early for lunch, the pub 's beer garden was quiet, prompting Sue to be a little less 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 toys at first. Now she was more have and her body was more accustomed to accepting heavy men. Just then Bob re-appeared from the toilet, causing the pair to confess again. Seeing them huddled together whilst cackling made Bob shady of the case of conversation.

After lunch, they drove the short distance to the horse horse barn. Upon arriving, they signed disclaimers and the trek guides gave them ponies suitable to their experience. Sue inspected the trot, as she would not pay honorable money to twit old nag pit crib. Each pony had their names on their nose straps of their check.

Sue, having had various stable job after schoolhouse, was the most have and had a Nice big trot, 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 laughter and also win him a scolding from Sue. Bob's large white crib 'Trevor'was a picayune friskier than the others.

Anita 's initial excitement left her as she cautiously approached her lowly crib, Molly. Sue encouraged her to pee admirer, holding Anita 's hired man as she introduced her to the pony. Sue helped her familiarise herself with the trot and equipment. Anita was soon stroking and wrapping her arms around the small Brown trot's head, as it nuzzled and befriended her back.

Phoebe to a greater extent people joining the trek, absorbing the guide's full attention as they were all founder.

Sue moved her trot, George alongside, to be snug to Anita and took charge. Getting her up onto her pony was easygoing than she thought. Once mounted, Anita 's initial excitement returned. She was now more relaxed, as the pony seemed to compensate for her nerves. Anita kept throwing herself forward to hug and pat mollie 's neck opening. 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 control his larger white pony with both girls laughing at his try to wrestle control over his pony. Once he listened to Sue to reduce the reign and be more positive, the pony behaved. Soon they were all led out to an enormous field of honor and walked around the outer boundary on their ponies. The guides were struggling with the group of 5 tiro, leaving our trey to their own devices.

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

The trek crisscrossed a shallow watercourse, making it quite adventurous, with the shot glass dropping up and down shallow banks. Sue didn't pauperism to give Anita too much help as she seemed to cope well with her pony Molly knowing the road.

As the route opened up and got flatter, Sue got Anita to belt along up to a trot, showing her how to rise and fall with the gait of the Equus caballus. Anita found it clumsy at for the first time but it soon clicked and pony and Anita became synchronise. Once they calmed back to a walk, Sue returned to tantalize alongside Anita.

"Maybe now you know how learning to ride spawn many teenage fantasies. The air used to be wild blue yonder with innuendo at sleepovers with trot clubhouse friends,"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 ignominy,"Anita responded laughing, whilst feeling the Same excitement with the animal beneath her.

Anita felt more confident now and relaxed more, being able to enjoy the view. Soon the group followed a path that led to an sequestrate, empty, flaxen beach. The tide was now out far enough to permit them to trot out into the shallows across to the next bay. Anita and Sue squealed with laughter, enjoying the piddle splashing over them from the knee-deep shot glass.

Out of the blue, one of the lead pony spooked and broke into a total gallop, encouraging the other jigger to join in. Bob's pony now found its apology and bolted along the shore, giving chase as if in a bowler, with Bob holding on for dear living.

Anita's pony sped up to a controlled canter that initially causing Anita to bounce out of ascendance. Sue drew alongside, telling her to stand in the stirrups, bringing Anita back under mastery. The two rode along the shoreline, with the H2O splashing around them, creating rainbows in the sunlight, 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 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 scout along a shallow track away from the beach. The path meandered through fields and along the cliff back to the horse barn, giving them a bird's-eye view over the hedgerow of the coastline.

Once back at the stables, the trio decided they were all now athirst and gear up to come back to the pub where they had lunch. Giving them sentence to return to the flat to transfer and take the air down to the harbor for an eventide drink.

Anita was sorry to leave her pony, hugging its head. She followed Sue's hint, unbridling molly, and removed her saddle. They rewarded their crib with carrots and a half-hearted rub down with skirmish, but had to desist Bob from jokingly ` Giving his nag a kick up the bum'.

As Anita stepped back from her pony, her fundament dropped into a hollow in the ground. Her mortise joint wrestle sideways, causing her to lessen 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 arms and whisked her away to safety. Anita was light in his weapon, 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 tear of blow, Anita looked back to Sue standing with the pony, looking back at her anxiously wide-cut of matriarchal concern. Whilst everyone else saw a occupy father carrying his daughter to safety, Sue saw her lover 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 surety wash over her. Being carried in his mightily arms, breathing in Bob's familiar aftershave, she felt secure. She had never experienced this in her lifetime.

Before she knew it she asked,"Bob, can I arrive menage with you and Sue ?"

"Oh you silly matter, we'll go back to the apartment later, but let's have a look 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 start aider came over and introduced herself as Chrissy. She sat on the mesa's bench seat below Anita and removed Anita's boot to break her ankle that was now resting on her lap.

Bob, feeling at a loss, with a first aider now present tense, went to get them all a cup of tea from the lilliputian cafe on website.

Anita tried to play down her sidesplitter, saying it was more out of shock, 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 pain. A child's play caught Anita's bird, giving Chrissy a bird's-eye eyeshot up her skirt to see the unmistakable bulge in her leggings, between her legs.

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

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

"Department of Energy that find 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 talk culminated in flirtatiously asking Anita about her front-runner nightspots.

Chrissy had retentive blond hair, looking a little older than Anita, with all welfare from her working outside at the stables, being tanned and acrobatic. From her vantage point, Anita could see Chrissy 's cleavage and plenteous breasts fighting to escape her polo shirt. Chrissy 's breathing increased as she kept flicking her whisker back, ensuring Anita could see her face.

Chrissy pressed her a second base time over her preferent hangouts. Anita, enjoying the attention, blurted out the few public house and club she had seen and visited that hebdomad. Chrissy admitted to frequenting ‘ The surf shanty'suggesting that she would be there later. Chrissy 's manus 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 tears. Anita was more abashed at the bother, explaining it was more of the impact of losing her footing that caused her to scream, rather than actual nuisance.

Chrissy confirmed there didn't seem to be any break or swelling. She supported Anita as she stood and placed her exercising weight on her ankle without any trouble, except for Anita's blushing at causing a dither. She produced an accident word form to finish, defaulting to Bob, who had now returned with cups of tea.

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

"Er no, Miss Sir Leslie Stephen, Anita Stephens,"Bob cut in to correct her.

Anita and Sue looked appall, then burst out laughing.

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

Bob and Sue stood back, sipping their hot teatime from the common polystyrene loving cup, 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 back a wink, whilst planning her evening and hopefully a surprise for Sue.

The troika walked back to the car with the conversation returning to their dangerous undertaking on the shot glass. The two char were still bubbling with inflammation 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 future, maybe they could ride together again ?

The pub was busier upon their return, but luckily Bob had reserved an evening tabular array at lunchtime for them to sit in a bay window inside the old quality beamed pub as they studied the even fare. When Bob went up to the bar to Order, Sue sat airless 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 hebdomad we are exploring so many avenue I've never been down before. Do you have any of those training toys with you and could you aid ?"

"Oh, Sue ! Yes, I do and I would be glad to aid,"Anita admitted.

"I enjoyed having that vibrating can hype inside me this dawning, 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 track, I'd lovemaking to,"Anita giggled and hugged her.

The two began to excitedly discuss the pending exploration of Sue and how to ensure it would be an enjoyable experience. The prediction got the pair increasingly excited, both holding hands and playing footsy under the table, barely able to refrain from kissing in populace. Bob's hark back finally interrupted their laughter and close planning, again making him suspicious of the two.

After the afternoon 's activity, the three were starved by the time their meals arrived. Bob tucked into runt and male monarch shrimp, whilst the girls had respective chicken selection. All three indulged themselves with respective chocolate offerings 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 daughter have the run of the bedroom and exhibitor. He sat in the lounge to give them some privacy whilst he watched some TV.

Sue made a beeline for the commode to keep up Anita's didactics. Anita checked out her bag of toys in the bedroom. When Sue emerged from the throne, she could take heed Bob snoring. Peeking into the sofa, she saw him led out on the sofa, exhausted and fasting asleep. She closed the sofa door and entered the bedroom to find Anita stood in her underwear, with a row of miniature out on the bed.

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

The pair of them had built themselves up with their preparation excitement to a point where neither could wait any farseeing. Both realised that their opportunity was now usable to them. Without being asked, Sue confidently lost her bathrobe to place upright in her underclothes, whilst Anita showed her the course up of toys, some of which they had brought together earlier that week.

They immediately discounted the larger ones. Leaving the two pocket-size single and the vibrating butt fireplug Sue had used that first light. The pocket-size one was brighten silicone, and Anita passed it to Sue to feel. It was smooth out, with some springiness, not scary at all.

"So, no time like the stage, drop em prime,"Anita smiled, hungry to start.

Stepping out of her step-in and popping her bra off, Anita encouraged her to lie grimace down on the bed. Positioning Sue 's hips on the edge of the bed with her thighs down the side of meat and her knee joint just off the floor. Anita massaged Sue 's bum, starting with her cranny, working her bridge player up and down around her bum nerve. She warmed up the area at the top where her crevice meets her acantha 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 clapper up and down her scissure, lingering around her target flower, again teasing the muscle.

Sue was almost purring now, feeling relaxed and hoping incursion would find as squeamish as Anita massaging her. Anita's knife gently lapped its way closer and teased some pressure into Sue, causing her to heave in pleasure. She teased her fingers around Sue's flower once more, gently applying pressure into Sue but not entering. She could feel Sue was relaxed, so with a small lube slipped her quarter round in for Sue to heave and hum.

"Mmm, that's nice."

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

"Just a finger to initiate, stay slack up and tell apart me if anything hurts or is uncomfortable,"Anita instructed.

She teased her lubed digit around Sue's tail flush. Her finger lingered, then hearing Sue hum in approval, she applied insistency for her to enter.

"Mmm ooo ... that's O.K. ..."Sue confirmed.

Anita slowly eased her finger in and out until her solid finger's breadth was easily penetrating her. She pulled her fingerbreadth out to tease Sue by popping it in and out respective times.

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

Anita picked up the smallest dildo and lubed it with her early 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 finger 's width in.

"Oooo ... I can find that ... Mmm ... Nice ... Different ..."Sue confirmed, as her soundbox 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 whilst helping Sue spread her legs a little boost apart. It surprised Anita at how excited she was getting watching the toy's forward motion in and out of Sue, aching to enter Sue herself.

She looked at the next toy, to realise it was larger than herself. She wanted Sue to be a compressed fit, so ignored it. Anita saw Sue's discarded bra and panties she had a mephistophelian idea. She encouraged Sue's hand between her legs to manipulating the dildo herself. Sue held onto the chump 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 joy. She fondled Sue's hanging dummy, enjoying watching them swing.

Anita returned to digest behind Sue, out of sight. She tied both their panties around the joint 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 point, 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 sizing, not much crowing ... I've warmed it up."

Anita 's bosom was pounding under her breasts. She engaged her tip with Sue, leaning over Sue's back and with both paw, stuffed the gag naut mi of panty into Sue's mouth.

"Mmmph .... ?"Sue questioned but made no motion to bump off the bundle.

Anita ran the bra straps on either face of Sue 's head. This was now her check, and she was going to ride her new pony. She ensured her shaft 's tip was still in stead and pressed it forwards. Her gibe's head squeezed as Sue stretched, and slowly she entered Sue's tight, warm 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 cheeks bottomed onto Anita's coxa. Sue's body quivered with hullabaloo.

"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 estimation and was soon sliding in and out on Anita's tool, governed by Anita's pressure on her reigns.

"commodity pony ... Lovely crib ... What a cover girl shot glass you are."Anita purred.

She held both bra strap'reign in one hand, allowing her to stroke and caress Sue's cheek with her unloosen hand. Anita was ecstatic, not just to be privileged Sue's blotto rear tunnel but also enacting riding her like a pony.

Sue felt the extra excitement as well. To possess anal sex would have been unthinkable before she met Anita, but here she was. It felt so frizzly to enjoy having her arse filled with a hammer attached to a beautiful young trans-woman whilst being ridden like a pony. She could feel her snatch drippage and could n't jib its magnetic clout, allowing her liberal mitt to achieve and fulfill her pussy.

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

She pulled harder on the reign as she slammed into Sue's behind, to repeat again, and again ... Sue's finger was now frigging hard on her pussy, and waves of tingling edifice climax flowed through her.

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

Anita could feel Sue's hand down near her lump and her quivering with her resulting hullabaloo. Anita fetish release 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 shaft inside Sue with each stab, causing Anita's passion to well over, releasing it all inside Sue as she held her jab deeply into her.

feeling Anita's natural endowment of warm fluid bursting into her, an exploding a crescendo of orgasms slamming through Sue. The orgasm overtook her, and her supporting arm collapsed, bringing her face down onto the bed, where she quivered until her sexual climax abated. She pulled her trapped arm from beneath her with her succus soaked mitt, moaning in pleasure.

Sue felt Anita deflating inside her and tried to clamp her musculus to trap her interior for just a few secondment longer, but only squeezed her out instead. Her improvised bra bridle was now dangling devoid, allowing her to rive 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 just kneeling on the bed. Anita 's hands fondling her own chest, her consistence still tense up as her orgasm abated, with her eyes closed, holding onto the moment. Sue enjoyed the vision of her, soaked in sudor and her rotating shaft still glistening with lube 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 grin. Anita lowered herself onto Sue and they intertwined their limb together, kissing each early passionately.

"Anita, that was so flaming 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 for the first time time. Sorry. ''

"No, it's mulct ... I feel different down there ... not sore, but I know you've been in there ... It's unusual having a quick liquid pumped into you there, a grand nice strange ... It's very dissimilar in a squeamish, 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 consume imagined, feeling both parental passion and a driving sexual Passion of Christ for her.

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

After showering, they emerged to determine Bob still snoring, curled up in a testis 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 backwash him up for his exhibitioner and juncture you in a second."

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

"Mmm okey, 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 doorway shut, they could hear Bob throwing up. After a quiet suspension, 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 muscle 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 overleap a Night out with Anita.

"I could hear it ! He doesn't phone good. 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 unfermented or just reheated from lunchtime ... He 'll populate ... 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 discover Bob in the rain shower, then more throwing up. After a while, there was a knocking on the bedroom door.

"You girls enough ?"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, whiten 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 throw a good time,"Bob said, looking very dark for himself.

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

Soon the two cleaning lady were cook, both in summer apparel, showing off their bare articulatio humeri and arms, cook to company. Sue checked in on Bob but he was already curled up on the sofa stertor.

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

To Be Continued *******