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

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

They found Sue dressed, feet up on the sofa, dozing in front of daytime TV. A cold cup of coffee on the table and her telephone still in her hand, slumped by her side. She had cleaned the apartment, leaving discharge drawers and cupboards open for Anita to use. Bob jumped in the rain shower whilst Anita unpacked, leaving Sue to sleep.

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

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

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

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

"We've loads of time, there's a pub near the horse horse barn for luncheon ?"Sue suggested.

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

"Already done, have a looking,"Sue passed Bob her phone, open to Google mathematical function. Bob made a mental note of the simple itinerary and location of the pub, which was on path 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 kinsfolk jewels, as it would n't be advisable to tuck everything underneath when riding a Equus caballus. Anita wore a short, light up blue, loose, skater wearing apparel over her leggings, to obscure her bulge at the front. Sue wore a long jersey to obscure her bum that was now stressed by her leggings.

Bob enjoyed the view of the two adult female as they walked from the parked car to a tabular array in the beer garden of their chosen pub. The breeze flicked Anita 's wench as she walked to beleaguer him with aspect of the underside of her cheek whilst Sue now walked with newfound confidence, making Bob stir in his drawers.

The carte du jour contained the usual pub luncheon fair, so they were soon sitting with deglutition waiting for lunch. Anita was still bubbling over with history of that morning's surfing. Bob laughed and interjecting with gesticulations of how she tumbled at each gloam into the piddle. Sue loved the excitement of the conversation but was well-chosen that she had stayed in bed.

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

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

Sue told her about the trouble she had with the vibrating butt plug, especially once slippy with the lubricating substance. Anita then explained that she had more worthy male plug for Sue's world-class time. As it was betimes 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 love it, even with Bob being so big ?"

Anita blushed and explained that she had used training miniature at low gear. Now she was more live and her body was more habitual to accepting large men. Just then Bob re-appeared from the toilet, causing the pair to confess again. Seeing them huddled together whilst cackling made Bob suspicious of the subject 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 suited to their experience. Sue inspected the crib, as she would not pay expert money to ride old nag pit ponies. Each trot had their public figure on their wind straps of their check.

Sue, having had various stable jobs after school, was the most experienced and had a nice big jigger, George III, 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 joke and also win him a scolding from Sue. Bob's large white pony 'Trevor'was a little kittenish than the others.

Anita 's initial inflammation left her as she cautiously approached her smaller jigger, mollie. Sue encouraged her to crap friends, holding Anita 's deal as she introduced her to the pony. Sue helped her familiarise herself with the crib and equipment. Anita was soon stroking and wrapping her arms around the small brown crib's head, as it nuzzled and befriended her back.

V Thomas More mass joining the trek, absorbing the guide's full care as they were all novice.

Sue moved her pony, George alongside, to be tight to Anita and took charge. Getting her up onto her jigger was easier than she thought. Once mounted, Anita 's initial excitement returned. She was now Sir Thomas More slack up, as the pony seemed to make up for her nervousness. Anita kept throwing herself forward to hug and pat molly 's neck. She enjoyed the pony 's musk and the unique touch of sitting on top of an brute that was in constant motion.

Bob had the problem of trying to master his with child whiteness pony with both fille laughing at his attempts to wrestle control over his jigger. Once he listened to Sue to abridge the reign and be more confirming, the pony behaved. Soon they were all led out to an enormous theater of operations and walked around the fringe on their ponies. The template were struggling with the group of 5 novice, leaving our trio to their own devices.

Soon they were all led out the gate out onto some unwashed state and they were off. Anita's pony was glad to follow the group along a shoal valley with Sue riding alongside Anita, encouraging her to move with the gait of the pony as it stepped over rocks and gage tumps. Sue and Anita giggled and joked their way down the valley, ducking under the few low Tree.

The trek crisscrossed a shallow current, making it quite adventurous, with the ponies dropping up and down shoal savings bank. Sue didn't need to consecrate Anita too much help as she seemed to cope well with her shot glass Molly knowing the route.

As the route opened up and got flatter, Sue got Anita to speed up up to a Trotskyist, showing her how to rise and fall with the gait of the cavalry. 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 ride alongside Anita.

"Maybe now you know how determine to ride engender many teenaged illusion. The air used to be blue with innuendo at sleepovers with pony club friends,"Sue told Anita.

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

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

Anita felt more confident now and relaxed more, being able to relish the view. Soon the group followed a path that led to an separated, empty, sandy beach. The lunar time period was now out far enough to allow them to jog out into the shoal across to the adjacent bay. Anita and Sue squealed with laugh, enjoying the urine splashing over them from the ankle-deep ponies.

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

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

Eventually, they caught up with the group waiting at the end of the bay. Only Sue, Anita and the usher had remained on their mounts. Bob looked very good-for-nothing for himself, standing on the sand with wet legs and boxers. Anita was laughing, catching her breath, and asked Sue if they could do it all again.

Soon they were all following the guides along a shallow path away from the beach. The way of life meandered through field of view and along the cliffs back to the stalls, giving them a panoramic panorama over the hedge of the coastline.

Once back at the stable, the trio decided they were all now hungry and prepare to render to the pub where they had lunch. Giving them clip to return to the apartment to convert and take the air down to the harbour for an evening drink.

Anita was sorry to leave her crib, hugging its heading. She followed Sue's lead, unbridling molly, and removed her saddle. They rewarded their shot glass with carrots 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 jigger, her foot dropped into a hollow in the solid ground. Her ankle misrepresented sideways, causing her to descend with a scream, almost under Bob's big white pony. Sue ran over and shoved the pony away as Bob stooped to cradle Anita in his coat of arms and whisked her away to rubber. Anita was light in his arms, but he held onto her as if she were precious lading, being both his and his wife's buff.

Anita wrapped her branch around Bob's neck, holding onto him, looking over his shoulder. Through her split of shock, Anita looked back to Sue standing with the ponies, looking back at her anxiously entire of matriarchal concern. Whilst everyone else saw a concerned father carrying his daughter to safe, 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 wafture of surety washout over her. Being carried in his powerful blazonry, breathing in Bob's fellow 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 tone 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 duck soup tabletop. The stable's low gear 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 red ink, with a first aider now present, went to get them all a cup of tea from the little coffee shop on web site.

Anita tried to roleplay down her scream, saying it was more out of shock, explaining to the Chrissy that her ankle was okay now. Chrissy looked up to ensure her use of Anita's ankle was n't causing her pain. A breeze caught Anita's chick, giving Chrissy a bird's-eye vista up her skirt to see the unmistakable gibbousness in her legging, between her legs.

"Er, umm, there doesn't seem to be any puffiness, ahem ... I have an ice battalion 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 face pack around.

"doe that find better ?"

"MMm, yes, thanks."

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

Chrissy had farsighted blond hair's-breadth, looking a trivial older than Anita, with all welfare from her working outside at the stables, being tanned and athletic. From her vantage point, Anita could see Chrissy 's cleavage and ample breasts fighting to escape her Marco Polo shirt. Chrissy 's breathing increased as she kept flicking her fuzz back, ensuring Anita could see her face.

Chrissy pressed her a second time over her favourite hangout. Anita, enjoying the attention, blurted out the few pubs and cabaret she had seen and visited that workweek. Chrissy admitted to frequenting ‘ The breaker hut'suggesting that she would be there later. Chrissy 's mitt 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 crying. Anita was more embarrassed at the squabble, explaining it was more than of the electrical shock of losing her footing that caused her to scream, rather than genuine pain.

Chrissy confirmed there didn't seem to be any break or swelling. 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 chance event form to complete, defaulting to Bob, who had now returned with cups of tea.

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

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

Anita and Sue looked blow out of the water, then burst out laughing.

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

Bob and Sue stood back, sipping their hot teas from the usual polystyrene cupful, 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 surprisal for Sue.

The trio walked back to the car with the conversation returning to their adventures on the ponies. The two womanhood were still bubbling with fervour in the car as they drove to the pub. Not having ridden for a few class 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 busybodied upon their payoff, but luckily Bob had reserved an eventide board at lunch period for them to sit in a bay window inside the sometime timber beamed pub as they studied the evening menus. When Bob went up to the bar to Order, Sue sat snug 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 avenues I've never been down before. Do you have any of those training toys with you and could you facilitate ?"

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

"I enjoyed having that vibrating butt spark 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 have it away 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 ensure it would be an enjoyable experience. The anticipation got the pair increasingly excited, both holding paw and playing footsy under the table, barely able to desist from kissing in populace. Bob's recall finally interrupted their laughter and secretive provision, again making him wary of the two.

After the afternoon 's natural action, the three were rapacious by the time their meal arrived. Bob tucked into shrimp and king shrimp, whilst the young woman had various chicken options. All three indulged themselves with various coffee offer 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 girls have the run of the bedroom and shower. He sat in the lounge to pay them some secrecy whilst he watched some TV.

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

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

The pair of them had built themselves up with their planning excitement to a point where neither could hold off any retentive. Both realised that their opportunity was now uncommitted to them. Without being asked, Sue confidently lost her bathrobe to stand in her underwear, whilst Anita showed her the wrinkle up of toys, some of which they had brought together earlier that week.

They immediately discounted the turgid ones. Leaving the two modest ones and the vibrating butt spark plug Sue had used that break of day. The smaller one was decipherable silicone, and Anita passed it to Sue to sense. It was smooth, with some give, not scary at all.

"So, no time like the present, drop em blossom,"Anita smiled, thirsty to start.

Stepping out of her scanty and popping her bra off, Anita encouraged her to lie face down on the bed. Positioning Sue 's hips on the edge of the bed with her thighs down the side and her knees just off the flooring. Anita massaged Sue 's bum, starting with her crevice, working her handwriting up and down around her bum cheeks. She warmed up the expanse at the top where her crevice 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 finger's breadth closer, just around her muscle blossom. Then she licked her tongue up and down her crevice, lingering around her target flower, again teasing the muscle.

Sue was almost purring now, feeling relaxed and hoping insight would feel as skillful as Anita massaging her. Anita's spit gently lapped its way finisher and teased some pressure into Sue, causing her to gasp in delight. She teased her fingers around Sue's heyday once more, gently applying imperativeness into Sue but not entering. She could feel Sue was relaxed, so with a lilliputian lube slipped her quarter round in for Sue to gasp and hum.

"Mmm, that's nice."

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

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

She teased her lubed finger's breadth around Sue's butt heyday. Her fingerbreadth lingered, then hearing Sue hum in approval, 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's breadth was easily penetrating her. She pulled her fingerbreadth out to tease Sue by popping it in and out respective sentence.

Anita encouraged Sue to climb up onto all fours on the bed, enjoyed seeing Sue's older and slightly orotund impudence offered to her. Sue's slit was enticing, but that wasn't the subject for the moment.

Anita picked up the smallest dildo and lubed it with her former hand. At the next onanism of her digit, 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 experience that ... Mmm ... Nice ... Different ..."Sue confirmed, as her body reacted, with a small wriggle and squirm, accepting the intrusion.

Anita slowly played the toy in and out, escalating its depth and breadth, rotating it to encourage Sue to stretch along whilst helping Sue spread her legs a little farther apart. It surprised Anita at how worked up she was getting watching the toy's progress in and out of Sue, aching to enter Sue herself.

She looked at the next toy, to realise it was turgid than herself. She wanted Sue to be a pissed fit, so ignored it. Anita saw Sue's discarded bra and panty she had a mephistophelian idea. She encouraged Sue's helping hand between her legs to manipulating the dildo herself. Sue held onto the patsy end and enjoyed masturbating herself with the toy.

Anita stepped down off the bed, collected Sue's bra, step-in and removed her own. She couldn't resist leaning over to kiss Sue, who was now moaning, enjoying her self-induced delectation. She fondled Sue's hanging boob, enjoying watching them swing.

Anita returned to stand behind Sue, out of sight. She tied both their panties around the joint between Sue's bra loving cup into a large knot. She then pumped lube onto her shaft and worked it around. Now Anita's agitation was rising to a peak, desperate in her desire to penetrate Sue's rear.

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

"Okay ? Here is the succeeding size of it, not much bigger ... I've warmed it up."

Anita 's center was pounding under her white meat. 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 move out the bundle.

Anita ran the bra straps on either position of Sue 's head. This was now her bridle, and she was going to rally her new crib. She ensured her shaft 's tip was still in view and pressed it forwards. Her shaft's caput squeezed as Sue stretched, and slowly she entered Sue's tight, warm transition.

Sue enjoyed this new toy. It felt larger, and once in it felt more like a phallus than the narrowing 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 consistency 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 sovereignty. Sue got the idea and was soon sliding in and out on Anita's prick, governed by Anita's pressure sensation on her reigns.

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

She held both bra shoulder strap'reign in one hand, allowing her to stroke and fondled Sue's cheek with her free hand. Anita was enraptured, not just to be in spite of appearance Sue's taut rear tunnel but also enacting riding her like a crib.

Sue felt the extra excitement as well. To have anal sex would have been unthinkable before she met Anita, but here she was. It felt so quirky to relish having her rear end filled with a dick attached to a beautiful young trans-woman whilst being ridden like a pony. She could feel her pussy dripping and could n't jib its magnetic clout, allowing her unloosen hand to contact and satisfy her pussy.

"I think it is time 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 bottom, to repeat again, and again ... Sue's finger was now frigging hard on her pussy, and moving ridge of tingling construction coming 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 sense Sue's hired man down near her balls and her quivering with her resulting excitement. Anita fetish clitoris were all being pushed as she thrust deeply into Sue, whilst her pony frigged herself off. Sue started arching her back with her push back onto Anita. Sue's heftiness clamped down even tighter on her shaft inside Sue with each thrust, causing Anita's passion 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 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 juice soaked manus, 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 extemporize bra bridle was now dangling free, allowing her to pull it out of her mouth. Sue chuckled at the innovative kink that seemed to work for them both.

She rolled around on the bed to lie on her back, looking up at Anita who was still upright kneeling on the bed. Anita 's mitt fondling her own titty, her trunk still tense up as her orgasm abated, with her eyes closed, holding onto the moment. Sue enjoyed the vision of her, soaked in elbow grease and her lance still glistening with lube deflating.

Anita opened her eyes to see Sue and beamed down questioningly at her. Without having to ask, Sue nodded the approving resolution with a smiling. Anita lowered herself onto Sue and they intertwined their arm together, kissing each early passionately.

"Anita, that was so piece of ass kinky, did you like your jigger 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 first-class honours degree 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 lovesome liquid pumped into you there, a wonderful nice strange ... It's very different 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 love and a driving intimate love for her.

They had dozed a piffling when Sue suggested having exhibitioner and getting quick, as Bob will need to shower down as well. They both drifted to the shower hand in 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 lilliputian boy,"Anita whispered.

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

"Bob ... Bob ... cum on beloved ... you need to shower if we're going out tonight ... Bob ?"Sue tried to heat him.

"Mmm okey, love ... Um ... I 'm not feeling brilliant ... I'll look 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 door shut, they could discover Bob throwing up. After a quiet intermission, Sue knocked on the door.

"Are you okay, fuck ?"

"Jeez, I think those prawn and king prawn are trying to drown to freedom ... I'm getting tum cramp iron ... You two carry on getting make and I'll see how I feel after a shower."

Sue entered the bedroom, hoping Bob would be alright but also not wanting to lack a night out with Anita.

"I could hear it ! He doesn't phone dependable. 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 fresh or just reheated from lunch period ... 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 get a line Bob in the exhibitioner, then more throwing up. After a piece, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"You girls in good order ?"Bob asked, despite having carnal cognition of them both.

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

"It's both final stage, so I'll crash on the couch tonight so you won't wake me when you come back. You girls go out and consume a goodness fourth dimension,"Bob said, looking very sorry for himself.

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

Soon the two women were ready, both in summer dresses, showing off their bare shoulders and arms, make to political party. Sue checked in on Bob but he was already curled up on the lounge snoring.

The two women set off into the warmly eve to fall in the throngs of people also heading out.

To Be Continued *******