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

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

They found Sue dressed, ft up on the sofa, dozing in figurehead of daytime TV. A cold cup of coffee on the tabular array and her phone still in her hired hand, slumped by her side. She had cleaned the apartment, leaving empty drawers and cupboard open for Anita to use. Bob jumped in the exhibitioner whilst Anita unpacked, leaving Sue to sleep.

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

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

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

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

"We've loads of time, there's a pub near the sawbuck stalls for dejeuner ?"Sue suggested.

"auditory sensation like a program, I'll Google it."

"Already done, have a look,"Sue passed Bob her sound, open to Google function. Bob made a mental note of the simple route and location of the pub, which was on road to the stables.

Bob and Sue sat over a cup of tea chatting. When Anita exited the shower and slipped into the sleeping room. Sue joined her to explain that she may postulate to relocate her family jewel, as it would n't be advisable to tuck everything underneath when riding a sawbuck. Anita wore a light, lightheaded blueness, loose, skater dress over her leggings, to hide her gibbousness at the front. Sue wore a farsighted T-shirt to hide her bum that was now stressed by her leggings.

Bob enjoyed the thought of the two char as they walked from the parked car to a table in the beer garden of their elect pub. The breeze flicked Anita 's skirt as she walked to cod him with views of the underside of her impertinence whilst Sue now walked with newfound authority, making Bob fuss in his shorts.

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

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

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

Sue told her about the difficulty she had with the vibrating butt plug, especially once slippery with the lube. Anita then explained that she had more suitable stopper for Sue's kickoff time. As it was early for lunch, the pub 's beer garden was pipe down, prompting Sue to be a petty 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 experienced and her consistency was more accustomed to accepting with child men. Just then Bob re-appeared from the toilet, causing the duad 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 buck stalls. Upon arriving, they signed disavowal and the trek usher gave them jigger suitable to their experience. Sue inspected the jigger, as she would not pay upright money to turn on old nag pit crib. Each pony had their names on their poke straps of their bridles.

Sue, having had various unchanging jobs after school, was the most experient and had a decent big pony, George III, that she took to immediately. Bob showed his ignorance with well-trodden doubtfulness of"Where 's the ignition/brakes/throttle ?"Causing the pathfinder to humour him with a sarcastic laugh and also win him a objurgation from Sue. Bob's great white pony 'Trevor'was a small friskier than the others.

Anita 's initial excitement left her as she cautiously approached her smaller jigger, Molly. Sue encouraged her to cause booster, holding Anita 's mitt as she introduced her to the jigger. Sue helped her familiarise herself with the pony and equipment. Anita was soon stroking and wrapping her weapon around the small brown shot glass's fountainhead, as it nuzzled and befriended her back.

basketball team more people joining the trek, absorbing the usher's full attention as they were all beginners.

Sue moved her jigger, George alongside, to be penny-pinching to Anita and took electric charge. Getting her up onto her jigger was prosperous than she thought. Once mounted, Anita 's initial excitement returned. She was now more relaxed, as the jigger seemed to compensate for her nerves. Anita kept throwing herself forward to hug and pat molly 's neck opening. She enjoyed the jigger 's musk and the unique belief of sitting on top of an animal that was in constant motion.

Bob had the problem of trying to control his gravid white-hot jigger with both girls laughing at his try to wrestle control over his pony. Once he listened to Sue to shorten the reigns and be more confident, the pony behaved. Soon they were all led out to an tremendous subject and walked around the periphery on their ponies. The guides were struggling with the group of 5 beginner, leaving our trio to their own devices.

Soon they were all led out the gate out onto some common solid ground and they were off. Anita's jigger was happy to watch over the group along a shallow vale with Sue riding alongside Anita, encouraging her to move with the pace of the trot as it stepped over rocks and grass 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 shoal money box. Sue didn't need to throw Anita too much help as she seemed to cope well with her pony Molly knowing the route.

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

"Maybe now you know how learning to ride spawned many teenage fantasies. 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 trot's gait.

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

Anita felt more positive now and relaxed more, being able to bask the panorama. Soon the radical followed a way of life that led to an obscure, empty, sandy beach. The lunar time period 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 water splashing over them from the knee-deep ponies.

Out of the blue, one of the lead pony spooked and broke into a good gallop, encouraging the former shot glass to get together in. Bob's crib now found its excuse and bolted along the shore, giving chase as if in a derby, with Bob holding on for beloved sprightliness.

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

Eventually, they caught up with the chemical group waiting at the end of the bay. Only Sue, Anita and the usher had remained on their mounts. Bob looked very no-good for himself, standing on the gumption with wet ramification and shorts. Anita was laughing, catching her breathing space, and asked Sue if they could do it all again.

Soon they were all following the usher along a shallow way of life away from the beach. The itinerary meandered through fields and along the cliff back to the stables, giving them a panoramic view over the hedgerows of the coastline.

Once back at the horse barn, the trio decided they were all now hungry and quick to return to the pub where they had tiffin. Giving them metre to return to the apartment to change and walk down to the harbour for an eventide drink.

Anita was sorry to leave her pony, hugging its head. She followed Sue's leading, unbridling mollie, and removed her saddle. They rewarded their jigger with Daucus carota sativa and a half-hearted rub down with brushes, but had to desist 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 soil. Her ankle joint perverted sideways, causing her to fall with a shriek, almost under Bob's big white shot glass. Sue ran over and shoved the trot away as Bob stooped to cradle Anita in his arms and whisked her away to prophylactic. Anita was light in his arms, but he held onto her as if she were treasured cargo, being both his and his wife's lover.

Anita wrapped her blazonry around Bob's neck opening, holding onto him, looking over his shoulder. Through her tears of jounce, Anita looked back to Sue standing with the ponies, looking back at her anxiously full of matriarchal concern. Whilst everyone else saw a concerned Father-God carrying his girl 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 waving of security system wash over her. Being carried in his brawny arms, 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 matter, we'll go back to the apartment later, but let's have a feeling at that mortise 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 picnic tabletop. The stable's initiative aider came over and introduced herself as Chrissy. She sat on the table's bench seat below Anita and removed Anita's rush to check her ankle joint that was now resting on her lap.

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

Anita tried to play 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 handling of Anita's ankle was n't causing her infliction. A breeze caught Anita's chick, giving Chrissy a bird's-eye thought up her skirt to see the unmistakable prominence in her leggings, between her legs.

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

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

"doe that feel better ?"

"MMm, yes, thanks."

"Are you down for the week ?"Chrissy asked and then made small talking whilst she maintained the ice camp on Anita's ankle. Her modest lecture culminated in flirtatiously asking Anita about her dearie nightspot.

Chrissy had long blond hair, looking a little Old than Anita, with all benefits from her working outside at the stables, being tanned and athletic. From her advantage distributor point, Anita could see Chrissy 's cleavage and ample breasts fighting to get away her polo shirt. Chrissy 's breathing increased as she kept flicking her haircloth back, ensuring Anita could see her face.

Chrissy pressed her a second prison term over her favourite hangout. Anita, enjoying the attention, blurted out the few pubs and nightspots she had seen and visited that week. Chrissy admitted to frequenting ‘ The breaker 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 embarrassed at the flurry, explaining it was Sir Thomas More of the shock of losing her foothold that caused her to squall, rather than actual painful sensation.

Chrissy confirmed there didn't seem to be any break or swelling. She supported Anita as she stood and placed her weightiness on her ankle without any problem, except for Anita's blushing at causing a bicker. She produced an chance event mannikin to complete, defaulting to Bob, who had now returned with loving cup of tea.

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

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

Anita and Sue looked shocked, then burst out laughing.

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

Bob and Sue stood back, sipping their hot teas from the usual polystyrene cups, giving Anita and Chrissy elbow room. Anita saw a questioning flavour from Chrissy and smiled back at her.

"It's complicated. Maybe if we meet up later I'll explain,"Anita told her, giving her spinal column a jiffy, whilst planning her evening and hopefully a surprise for Sue.

The ternary walked back to the car with the conversation returning to their adventures on the jigger. The two women were still bubbling with hullabaloo 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 chitchat Bristol in the future, maybe they could ride together again ?

The pub was interfering upon their return, but luckily Bob had reserved an evening table at lunch period for them to sit in a bay window inside the older timber beamed pub as they studied the eve carte du jour. 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 much, and this week we are exploring so many avenue I've never been down before. Do you make any of those training toys with you and could you help ?"

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

"I enjoyed having that vibrating butt plug inside me this break of day, but with Bob being so big it would be chilling to go further with him ... But if I was going to, I'd love it to be with you,"Sue blushed at being so forward.

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

The two began to excitedly talk over the pending geographic expedition of Sue and how to secure it would be an enjoyable experience. The anticipation got the dyad increasingly excited, both holding hands and playing footsy under the table, barely able-bodied to refrain from kissing in populace. Bob's come back finally interrupted their laugh and closelipped planning, again making him suspicious of the two.

After the good afternoon 's action, the three were ravenous by the time their meals arrived. Bob tucked into peewee and king prawns, whilst the girls had various Gallus gallus alternative. All three indulged themselves with respective chocolate offerings for Henry Sweet. 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 sleeping accommodation and rain shower. He sat in the sofa to throw them some privacy whilst he watched some TV.

Sue made a beeline for the can to follow Anita's instructions. Anita checked out her bag of toy in the chamber. When Sue emerged from the gutter, she could hear Bob snoring. Peeking into the lounge, she saw him led out on the sofa, exhausted and fasting asleep. She closed the sofa room access and entered the bedchamber to find Anita stood in her underwear, with a row of toys out on the bed.

"Bob's fast departed, he'll be out for at least an time of day,"She smiled relieved, allowing them to commute their plans.

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

They immediately discounted the tumid ones. Leaving the two low ones and the vibrating butt plug Sue had used that morning. The smaller one was all the way silicone, and Anita passed it to Sue to feel. It was bland, with some springiness, not scary at all.

"So, no time like the present, drib em blossom,"Anita smiled, hungry to start.

Stepping out of her panty and popping her bra off, Anita encouraged her to lie grimace down on the bed. Positioning Sue 's hips on the bound 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 hands up and down around her bum nerve. She warmed up the surface area at the top where her crevice meets her spine and ran down passed to her pussy.

Anita's hands unbend 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 musculus flower. Then she licked her lingua up and down her crevice, lingering around her target prime, again teasing the muscle.

Sue was almost purring now, feeling relaxed and hoping insight would feel as nice as Anita massaging her. Anita's natural language gently lapped its way closer and teased some pressure into Sue, causing her to gasp in joy. She teased her finger's breadth around Sue's efflorescence once more, gently applying pressure into Sue but not entering. She could feel Sue was relaxed, so with a slight 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 rearwards door. Anita lubed a finger's breadth up and slowly stroked Sue's behind, drifting closer in.

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

She teased her lubed digit around Sue's fanny flower. Her finger 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 in and out until her whole fingerbreadth 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 up onto all fours on the bed, enjoyed seeing Sue's older and slightly rounder cheeks offered to her. Sue's pussy was enticing, but that wasn't the subject for the moment.

Anita picked up the lowly dildo and lubed it with her early deal. At the side by side climb-down of her fingerbreadth, 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 body reacted, with a little wiggle and squirm, accepting the intrusion.

Anita slowly played the toy in and out, escalating its deepness and breadth, rotating it to encourage Sue to debase whilst helping Sue spread her branch a little further apart. It surprised Anita at how excited she was getting watching the toy's progress in and out of Sue, aching to enter Sue herself.

She looked at the next toy, to realise 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 rascally idea. She encouraged Sue's deal between her pegleg 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 delights. She fondled Sue's hanging dope, enjoying watching them swing.

Anita returned to tolerate behind Sue, out of sight. She tied both their pantie around the junction between Sue's bra cup into a vauntingly nautical mile. She then pumped lube onto her ray and worked it around. Now Anita's inflammation was rising to a superlative, 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 size of it, not much bigger ... I've warmed it up."

Anita 's heart was pounding under her titty. She engaged her tip with Sue, leaning over Sue's back and with both hands, stuffed the gag Calidris canutus of panties into Sue's mouth.

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

Anita ran the bra straps on either face 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 perspective and pressed it forwards. Her shaft's chief squeezed as Sue stretched, and slowly she entered Sue's tight, warm passing.

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

"commodity pony ... Lovely pony ... What a adorable pony you are."Anita purred.

She held both bra strap'sovereignty in one script, allowing her to stroke and fondled Sue's brass with her free hand. Anita was ecstatic, not just to be inside Sue's nasty rump tunnel but also enacting riding her like a trot.

Sue felt the additional excitement as well. To have anal retentive sex would have been unthinkable before she met Anita, but here she was. It felt so kinky to bask having her arse filled with a cock attached to a beautiful young trans-woman whilst being ridden like a pony. She could find her pussy dripping and could n't resist its magnetized pull, allowing her gratis manus to reach and satisfy her pussy.

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

She pulled harder on the reigns 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 building climax flowed through her.

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

Anita could experience Sue's mitt down near her lump and her shaking with her resulting excitement. Anita juju buttons were all being pushed as she thrust deeply into Sue, whilst her shot glass frigged herself off. Sue started arching her back with her jabbing back onto Anita. Sue's heftiness clamped down even tighter on her shaft inside Sue with each driving force, causing Anita's passion to overflow, releasing it all inside Sue as she held her thrust deeply into her.

spirit Anita's gift of warm fluid bursting into her, an exploding a crescendo of orgasms slamming through Sue. The sexual climax overtook her, and her supporting arm collapsed, bringing her font down onto the bed, where she quivered until her sexual climax 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 musculus to trap her inside for just a few seconds longer, but only squeezed her out instead. Her improvised bra bridle was now dangling free, allowing her to pull it out of her mouth. Sue chuckled at the advanced 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 vertical kneeling on the bed. Anita 's hands fondling her own bosom, her trunk still tense as her climax abated, with her optic closed, holding onto the moment. Sue enjoyed the vision of her, soaked in stew and her shaft still glistening with lube deflating.

Anita opened her eye 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 tree branch together, kissing each former passionately.

"Anita, that was so blooming kinky, did you like your crib ride ?"Sue asked.

'' That was fucking unlikely Sue, are you okay, I did n't bruise you did I ? I got over-enthusiastic for your first time. Sorry. ''

"No, it's fine ... I feel dissimilar down there ... not sore, but I know you've been in there ... It's strange having a warmly liquidity pumped into you there, a fantastic decent strange ... It's very dissimilar in a dainty, 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 give imagined, feeling both enatic love and a driving sexual mania for her.

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

After showering, they emerged to receive 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 wake him up for his shower 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 heat him.

"Mmm OK, love ... Um ... I 'm not feeling brilliant ... I'll feel better after a exhibitor,"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 quiet interruption, Sue knocked on the door.

"Are you okay, love ?"

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

'' You never know with seafood how longsighted it 's been hanging around. Whether it 's newly or just reheated from lunchtime ... He 'll live ... Oh, with or without him we 're going out, I fancy a celebratory saltation coming on, '' Sue smiled laughing, wiggling her bum.

As they got ready, they could take heed Bob in the shower, then more throwing up. After a piece, there was a belt on the bedroom door.

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

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

"It's both ends, so I'll clangor 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 sorry for himself.

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

Soon the two cleaning woman were fix, both in summer dresses, showing off their bare shoulders and blazonry, ready to party. Sue checked in on Bob but he was already curled up on the sofa snoring.

The two charwoman set off into the affectionate evening to join the concourse of hoi polloi also heading out.

To Be Continued *******