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Bob and Anita returned to the flat later that morning. Both were still wide-cut of excitement and fag out from surfing.

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

They found Sue dressed, ft up on the lounge, dozing in battlefront of daytime TV. A insensate cup of deep brown on the table and her speech sound still in her handwriting, slumped by her side. She had cleaned the apartment, leaving void drawers and cupboards open for Anita to use. Bob jumped in the shower whilst Anita unpacked, leaving Sue to sleep.

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

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

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

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

"We've burden of time, there's a pub near the buck stables for tiffin ?"Sue suggested.

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

"Already done, have a flavour,"Sue passed Bob her earphone, open to Google Maps. Bob made a genial bill of the simple road and localisation 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 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 knight. Anita wore a short, light blue, loose, skater wearing apparel over her leggings, to conceal her bulge at the front. Sue wore a long T-shirt to conceal her bum that was now stressed by her leggings.

Bob enjoyed the view of the two cleaning woman as they walked from the park car to a table in the beer garden of their chosen pub. The breeze flicked Anita 's skirt as she walked to tease him with views of the underside of her nerve whilst Sue now walked with newfound confidence, making Bob stir in his shorts.

The computer menu contained the usual pub lunch fair, so they were soon sitting with potable 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 capitulation into the body of water. Sue loved the excitement of the conversation but was happy that she had stayed in bed.

Bob popped to the bloke before tiffin arrived, allowing Sue to huddle up to Anita and whispered her dawn 's experience. The narration of her morning's onanism caused Anita to titter and oink in joy.

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

Sue told her about the trouble she had with the vibrating butt plug, especially once slippery 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 subdued, prompting Sue to be a little to a lesser extent candid.

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

Anita blushed and explained that she had used breeding toy dog at initiatory. Now she was more experience and her consistence was more customary to accepting larger men. Just then Bob re-appeared from the toilet, causing the brace to oink again. Seeing them huddled together whilst cackling made Bob untrusting of the topic of conversation.

After lunch, they drove the short length to the horse cavalry stables. Upon arriving, they signed disclaimer and the trek guides gave them shot glass desirable to their experience. Sue inspected the ponies, as she would not pay salutary money to cod old nag pit shot glass. Each pony had their names on their nose shoulder strap of their check.

Sue, having had various horse barn jobs after school day, was the most feel and had a nice big pony, St. 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 scolding from Sue. Bob's declamatory white crib 'Trevor'was a niggling friskier than the others.

Anita 's initial upheaval left her as she cautiously approached her smaller pony, Molly. Sue encouraged her to make friend, holding Anita 's hands as she introduced her to the pony. Sue helped her familiarise herself with the trot and equipment. Anita was soon stroking and wrapping her weapon system around the small browned trot's head, as it nuzzled and befriended her dorsum.

Five more citizenry joining the trek, absorbing the guidebook's full attention as they were all beginners.

Sue moved her crib, George alongside, to be close-fitting to Anita and took electric charge. Getting her up onto her pony was easier than she thought. Once mounted, Anita 's initial upheaval returned. She was now more relaxed, as the pony seemed to repair for her nervousness. Anita kept throwing herself forward to hug and pat Molly 's cervix. She enjoyed the pony 's musk and the unique notion of sitting on top of an animal that was in constant motion.

Bob had the problem of trying to control his big whiteness pony with both girls laughing at his try to wrestle ascendence over his pony. Once he listened to Sue to shorten the reign and be more positive, the trot behaved. Soon they were all led out to an enormous field and walked around the periphery on their trot. The guides were struggling with the grouping of 5 novice, leaving our triad 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 well-chosen to be the mathematical group along a shoal valley with Sue riding alongside Anita, encouraging her to proceed with the gait of the shot glass as it stepped over rocks and dope 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 ponies dropping up and down shallow banks. Sue didn't need to give Anita too much help as she seemed to make do well with her pony Molly knowing the route.

As the route opened up and got flatter, Sue got Anita to speed up to a Trotskyist, showing her how to rise and descend with the gait of the horse. Anita found it clumsy at first but it soon clicked and shot glass and Anita became synchronised. Once they calmed back to a walk, Sue returned to taunt alongside Anita.

"Maybe now you know how study to drive engender many adolescent fantasy. The air used to be dark 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 disgrace,"Anita responded laughing, whilst feeling the same agitation with the animal beneath her.

Anita felt more positive now and relaxed more, being able to bask the panorama. Soon the grouping followed a path that led to an disjunct, empty, sandy beach. The tide was now out far enough to allow them to trot out into the shoal across to the following bay. Anita and Sue squealed with laugh, enjoying the water splash over them from the knee-deep ponies.

Out of the blue, one of the lead ponies spooked and broke into a good gallop, encouraging the other jigger to join in. Bob's crib now found its excuse and bolted along the shore, giving pursuit as if in a bowler hat, with Bob holding on for dear living.

Anita's jigger sped up to a controlled canter that initially causing Anita to take a hop out of control. Sue drew alongside, telling her to stand in the stirrups, bringing Anita back under ascendence. The two rode along the shoreline, with the water splashing around them, creating rainbows in the sunshine, both in conniption of giggles.

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

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

Once back at the horse barn, the trio decided they were all now thirsty and ready to turn back to the pub where they had lunch. Giving them time to retrovert to the apartment to change and walk down to the harbour for an eventide drink.

Anita was sorry to leave alone her pony, hugging its caput. She followed Sue's lead story, unbridling mollie, and removed her saddle. They rewarded their ponies with carrots and a tepid rub down with brushes, but had to forbear Bob from jokingly ` Giving his nag a kick up the bum'.

As Anita stepped back from her pony, her understructure dropped into a holler in the footing. Her ankle wind sideways, causing her to light with a scream, almost under Bob's big Edward D. White jigger. Sue ran over and shoved the pony away as Bob stooped to cradle Anita in his subdivision and whisked her away to safety. Anita was light in his arms, but he held onto her as if she were precious load, being both his and his wife's lover.

Anita wrapped her sleeve around Bob's neck, holding onto him, looking over his shoulder. Through her tears of shock, Anita looked back to Sue standing with the crib, looking back at her anxiously full of matriarchal concern. Whilst everyone else saw a concerned Father of the Church carrying his daughter to safety, Sue saw her fan in pain, being rescued by her loving husband.

As Bob carried her backbone out of the paddock to a picnic Bench to lay her on, Anita felt a wave of security washables over her. Being carried in his mighty arm, breathing in Bob's familiar aftershave, she felt dependable. 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 flat 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 cinch tabletop. The stable's first of all aider came over and introduced herself as Chrissy. She sat on the tabular array's bench tooshie below Anita and removed Anita's boot to check her ankle joint that was now resting on her lap.

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

Anita tried to play down her scream, saying it was more out of cushion, explaining to the Chrissy that her ankle was okay now. Chrissy looked up to ensure her handling of Anita's ankle was n't causing her pain. A zephyr caught Anita's skirt, giving Chrissy a bird's-eye view up her skirt to see the unmistakable prominence in her leggings, between her legs.

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

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

"Does that feel better ?"

"MMm, yes, thanks."

"Are you down for the hebdomad ?"Chrissy asked and then made small-scale talking whilst she maintained the ice pack on Anita's mortise joint. Her small talk culminated in flirtatiously asking Anita about her deary club.

Chrissy had long blond hair, looking a little elder than Anita, with all welfare from her working outside at the stables, being tanned and athletic. From her vantage item, Anita could see Chrissy 's cleavage and ample boob fighting to escape her Marco Polo shirt. Chrissy 's respiration increased as she kept flicking her hair back, ensuring Anita could see her face.

Chrissy pressed her a indorsement time over her favourite hangouts. Anita, enjoying the attention, blurted out the few gin mill and club she had seen and visited that workweek. Chrissy admitted to frequenting ‘ The breaker Shack'suggesting that she would be there later. Chrissy 's hand drifted above her mortise joint to caress 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 jounce of losing her ground that caused her to scream, rather than genuine bother.

Chrissy confirmed there didn't seem to be any break or bump. She supported Anita as she stood and placed her weight on her ankle joint without any trouble, except for Anita's blushing at causing a trouble. She produced an chance event build 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 misfire Anita Nichols ?"Chrissy assumed as she wrote on her form.

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

Anita and Sue looked appalled, then burst out laughing.

"No, that's okay, Anita Nichols is fine,"Sue confirmed through a fit of giggles, then confirmed their plate name and address and physical contact details.

Bob and Sue stood back, sipping their hot teas 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 even and hopefully a surprisal for Sue.

The three walked back to the car with the conversation returning to their adventures on the pony. The two adult female were still bubbling with excitement in the car as they drove to the pub. Not having ridden for a few year now, Sue wanted to deliver to riding. She suggested that if Anita were to chatter Bristol in the future, maybe they could ride together again ?

The pub was busier upon their return, but luckily Bob had reserved an eventide table at lunchtime for them to sit in a bay window inside the old timber beamed pub as they studied the eventide card. When Bob went up to the bar to order, Sue sat closer to Anita, holding her hands.

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

"Yes, giving and receiving, why ?"

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

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

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

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

The two began to excitedly talk over the pending exploration of Sue and how to ensure it would be an enjoyable experience. The expectation got the pair increasingly excited, both holding hands and playing footsy under the table, barely able to refrain from kissing in public. Bob's return finally interrupted their laughter and closemouthed planning, again making him wary of the two.

After the afternoon 's activity, the three were voracious by the prison term their meal arrived. Bob tucked into peewee and Martin Luther King Jr. shrimp, whilst the girls had respective volaille options. All three indulged themselves with various chocolate offer for sweets. Finally, the three left the pub fed and watered with the evening still very young.

Arriving back at the apartment, Bob suggested the girls have the run of the chamber and shower. He sat in the lounge to give them some privacy whilst he watched some TV.

Sue made a beeline for the john to follow Anita's pedagogy. Anita checked out her bag of toys in the bedroom. When Sue emerged from the can, she could hear Bob snoring. Peeking into the lounge, she saw him led out on the couch, exhausted and fast asleep. She closed the sofa door and entered the bedroom to find Anita stood in her underclothes, with a row of toy out on the bed.

"Bob's fast gone, he'll be out for at least an hour,"She smiled relieved, allowing them to switch their program.

The pair of them had built themselves up with their planning inflammation to a stage 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 fend in her underwear, 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 I and the vibrating butt plug Sue had used that morning. The minor one was shed light on silicone, and Anita passed it to Sue to feel. It was smooth, with some spring, not scarey at all.

"So, no time like the award, drop em peak,"Anita smiled, hungry to start.

Stepping out of her pantie and popping her bra off, Anita encouraged her to lie side down on the bed. Positioning Sue 's hips on the border of the bed with her thighs down the slope and her knees just off the floor. Anita massaged Sue 's bum, starting with her crevice, working her paw up and down around her bum cheeks. She warmed up the area at the top where her cranny meets her spine and ran down passed to her pussy.

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

Sue was almost purring now, feeling relaxed and hoping penetration would feel as courteous as Anita massaging her. Anita's tongue gently lapped its way closer and teased some pressure into Sue, causing her to puff in pleasure. She teased her fingers around Sue's peak once more, gently applying pressure into Sue but not entering. She could experience Sue was relaxed, so with a minuscule lube slipped her thumb in for Sue to puff and hum.

"Mmm, that's nice."

Sue's excitement 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, persist unstrain and enjoin me if anything hurts or is uncomfortable,"Anita instructed.

She teased her lubed digit around Sue's rear peak. Her fingerbreadth lingered, then hearing Sue hum in blessing, she applied pressure for her to enter.

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

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

Anita encouraged Sue to climb onto all fours on the bed, enjoyed seeing Sue's older and slightly rounder brass offered to her. Sue's pussy was enticing, but that wasn't the subject field for the moment.

Anita picked up the smallest dildo and lubed it with her former hand. At the adjacent withdrawal method 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 feel that ... Mmm ... Nice ... Different ..."Sue confirmed, as her torso reacted, with a lilliputian wiggle and wriggle, accepting the intrusion.

Anita slowly played the toy in and out, escalating its depth and breadth, rotating it to encourage Sue to stretch whilst helping Sue spread her ramification a fiddling further apart. It surprised Anita at how mad she was getting watching the toy's procession in and out of Sue, aching to enter Sue herself.

She looked at the next toy, to realise it was tumid than herself. She wanted Sue to be a closely fit, so ignored it. Anita saw Sue's discarded bra and panties she had a devilish mind. She encouraged Sue's hand between her wooden 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, pantie and removed her own. She couldn't resist leaning over to buss Sue, who was now moaning, enjoying her self-induced joy. She fondled Sue's hanging boobs, enjoying watching them swing.

Anita returned to suffer behind Sue, out of sight. She tied both their panties around the joint between Sue's bra cups into a bombastic knot. She then pumped lube onto her pecker and worked it around. Now Anita's excitement was rising to a peak, desperate in her desire to penetrate Sue's rear.

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

"okay ? Here is the next sizing, not much with child ... I've warmed it up."

Anita 's eye was pounding under her breasts. She engaged her tip with Sue, leaning over Sue's back and with both hands, stuffed the gag slub of step-in into Sue's mouth.

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

Anita ran the bra straps on either face of Sue 's headspring. This was now her bridle, and she was going to twit her new pony. She ensured her shaft 's tip was still in military position and pressed it forwards. Her ray of light's question squeezed as Sue stretched, and slowly she entered Sue's tight, ardent passage.

Sue enjoyed this new toy. It felt enceinte, and once in it felt more like a penis than the tapered toy. She enjoyed the Richard Buckminster 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 nerve 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 melodic theme and was soon sliding in and out on Anita's shaft, governed by Anita's insistence on her reigns.

"Good shot glass ... Lovely trot ... What a lovely pony you are."Anita purred.

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

Sue felt the additional inflammation as well. To have anal sex would have been unthinkable before she met Anita, but here she was. It felt so kinky to revel having her arse filled with a rooster attached to a beautiful untested trans-woman whilst being ridden like a crib. She could finger her kitty-cat dripping and could n't balk its magnetic pull, allowing her resign mitt to make and satisfy her pussy.

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

She pulled harder on the reign as she slammed into Sue's behind, to reprize again, and again ... Sue's finger was now frigging hard on her kitty, and undulation of tingling building climax 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 deal down near her balls and her quiver with her resulting excitement. Anita fetish buttons were all being pushed as she thrust deeply into Sue, whilst her jigger frigged herself off. Sue started arching her spinal column with her thrusts back onto Anita. Sue's muscularity clamped down even pie-eyed on her dig inside Sue with each thrust, causing Anita's passionateness to overflow, releasing it all inside Sue as she held her thrust deeply into her.

Feeling Anita's gift of warm fluid bursting into her, an exploding a crescendo of sexual climax slamming through Sue. The orgasm overtook her, and her support arm collapsed, bringing her facial expression down onto the bed, where she quivered until her climax abated. She pulled her trapped arm from beneath her with her juice soaked hired hand, moaning in pleasure.

Sue felt Anita deflating inside her and tried to clamp her muscles to trap her interior for just a few seconds longer, but only squeezed her out instead. Her improvised bra bridle was now dangling exempt, allowing her to get out it out of her mouth. Sue chuckled at the forward-looking kink that seemed to influence 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 helping hand fondling her own chest, her consistence still tense as her orgasm abated, with her eyes closed, holding onto the moment. Sue enjoyed the vision of her, soaked in sweat and her putz still glistening with lube deflating.

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

"Anita, that was so eff kinky, did you like your pony 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 time. Sorry. ''

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

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

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

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

"Oh, he certainly can be, that's why I love him, you get prepare, I'll wake him up for his cascade and joint you in a second."

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

"Mmm OK, honey ... Um ... I 'm not feeling brilliant ... I'll spirit 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 door shut, they could hear Bob throwing up. After a quietly 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 muscle spasm ... You two carry on getting ready and I'll see how I feel after a shower."

Sue entered the chamber, 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 okay to go out tonight ?"Anita asked, concerned.

'' You never know with seafood how long it 's been hanging around. Whether it 's unused 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 set up, they could hear Bob in the shower, then more throwing up. After a spell, there was a bang on the sleeping accommodation door.

"You girls seemly ?"Bob asked, despite having animal cognition of them both.

"Yes, you oaf, come in ... Jeez, Bob, you look frightening,"Sue said as bob came through the doorway, Andrew Dickson 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 possess a good time,"Bob said, looking very good-for-nothing for himself.

Bob went to the one closet and grabbed the fifth wheel pillow and blanket, smiled at them and disappeared into the lounge.

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

The two women set off into the warm eventide to join the throng of people also heading out.

To Be Continued *******