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Bob and Anita returned to the apartment later that break of day. Both were still fully of excitement and weary from surfing.

Anita was pulling her wheelie suitcase with the go of her clothes and outcome, leaving her holiday flat empty.

They found Sue dressed, feet up on the couch, dozing in front of daytime TV. A frigid cup of coffee on the mesa and her phone still in her hand, 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 timpani boil. Opening her eyes and stretch, she saw Bob dressed in T-shirt and trunks, smiling at her.

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

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

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

"We've piles of clip, there's a pub near the horse cavalry stalls for lunch ?"Sue suggested.

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

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

Bob and Sue sat over a cup of tea chatting. When Anita exited the shower and slipped into the bedroom. Sue joined her to explain that she may postulate to relocate her family precious stone, as it would n't be advisable to pucker everything underneath when riding a horse cavalry. Anita wore a myopic, fire up amobarbital sodium, loose, skater dress over her leggings, to hide her bulge at the front. Sue wore a farseeing T-shirt to hide her bum that was now stressed by her leggings.

Bob enjoyed the survey of the two woman as they walked from the parked car to a table in the beer garden of their chosen pub. The gentle wind flicked Anita 's skirt as she walked to tease him with views of the underside of her cheeks whilst Sue now walked with newfound confidence, making Bob fuss in his shorts.

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

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

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

Sue told her about the difficultness she had with the vibrating arse male plug, especially once slippery with the lube. Anita then explained that she had more suited plugs for Sue's foremost prison term. As it was other for lunch, the pub 's beer garden was still, prompting Sue to be a short 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 toy at showtime. Now she was more experienced and her body was more accustomed to accepting larger men. Just then Bob re-appeared from the john, causing the pair to squeal again. Seeing them huddled together whilst cackling made Bob fishy of the subject of conversation.

After tiffin, they drove the short space to the gymnastic horse stalls. Upon arriving, they signed disclaimers and the trek guidebook gave them ponies suitable to their experience. Sue inspected the ponies, as she would not pay estimable money to ride old nag pit trot. Each trot had their names on their nose straps of their curb.

Sue, having had assorted unchanging Job after school, was the most see and had a skillful big crib, 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 large white pony 'Trevor'was a little frisky than the others.

Anita 's initial hullabaloo left her as she cautiously approached her smaller shot glass, Molly. Sue encouraged her to piddle protagonist, holding Anita 's paw as she introduced her to the shot glass. Sue helped her familiarise herself with the pony and equipment. Anita was soon stroking and wrapping her implements of war around the small brown pony's head, as it nuzzled and befriended her rachis.

Five More people joining the trek, absorbing the guide's wax attention as they were all founder.

Sue moved her jigger, George III alongside, to be closer to Anita and took charge. Getting her up onto her pony was easier than she thought. Once mounted, Anita 's initial inflammation returned. She was now more relaxed, as the pony seemed to compensate for her nervousness. Anita kept throwing herself forward to hug and pat Molly 's neck. She enjoyed the pony 's musk and the unique flavor of sitting on top of an animal that was in perpetual motion.

Bob had the problem of trying to insure his prominent white pony with both little girl laughing at his endeavour to wrestle ascendence over his pony. Once he listened to Sue to shorten the reigns and be more plus, the jigger behaved. Soon they were all led out to an tremendous field and walked around the periphery on their jigger. The guides were struggling with the group of 5 beginners, leaving our triple to their own devices.

Soon they were all led out the logic gate out onto some commons land and they were off. Anita's pony was glad to play along the group along a shallow valley with Sue riding alongside Anita, encouraging her to move with the gait of the trot as it stepped over rock music and grass tumps. Sue and Anita giggled and joked their way down the valley, ducking under the few low trees.

The trek crisscrossed a shallow stream, making it quite adventurous, with the trot dropping up and down shoal banks. Sue didn't need to impart Anita too much help as she seemed to get by well with her pony mollie knowing the road.

As the route opened up and got flatter, Sue got Anita to speed up to a trot, showing her how to rise and fall with the gait of the buck. Anita found it clumsy at first but it soon clicked and crib and Anita became synchronised. Once they calmed back to a pass, Sue returned to ride alongside Anita.

"Maybe now you know how check to hinge on spawned many adolescent fantasies. The air used to be blue with innuendo at sleepovers with pony night club friends,"Sue told Anita.

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

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

Anita felt more positive now and relaxed more, being able-bodied to enjoy the view. Soon the group followed a path that led to an keep apart, empty, sandy beach. The tide was now out far enough to permit them to trot out into the shoal across to the following bay. Anita and Sue squealed with laughter, enjoying the water splattering over them from the ankle-deep trot.

Out of the blue air, one of the extend ponies spooked and broke into a full gallop, encouraging the other ponies to join in. Bob's jigger now found its excuse and bolted along the shoring, giving chase as if in a plug hat, with Bob holding on for heartfelt animation.

Anita's pony sped up to a controlled lope that initially causing Anita to bounce out of ascendency. Sue drew alongside, telling her to stand in the stirrups, bringing Anita back under restraint. The two rode along the shoreline, with the water splashing around them, creating rainbows in the temperateness, both in fit of giggles.

Eventually, they caught up with the mathematical group waiting at the end of the bay. Only Sue, Anita and the guidebook had remained on their backing. Bob looked very sorry for himself, standing on the sand with wet legs and shorts. Anita was laughing, catching her intimation, 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 path meandered through subject and along the cliffs back to the horse barn, giving them a bird's-eye purview over the hedgerows of the coastline.

Once back at the stalls, the trio decided they were all now hungry and quick to turn back to the pub where they had lunch. Giving them clock time to return to the flat to convert and walk down to the harbour for an evening drink.

Anita was sorry to leave her pony, hugging its head. She followed Sue's spark advance, unbridling molly, and removed her saddle. They rewarded their shot glass with carrots and a half-hearted rub down with brushwood, but had to refrain Bob from jokingly ` Giving his nag a charge up the bum'.

As Anita stepped back from her crib, her foot dropped into a hollow in the primer coat. Her ankle twisted sideways, causing her to fall 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 blazonry and whisked her away to safe. Anita was light in his arms, but he held onto her as if she were precious cargo, being both his and his wife's lover.

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

As Bob carried her back out of the paddock to a picnic terrace to lay her on, Anita felt a wafture of protection wash over her. Being carried in his powerful arms, breathing in Bob's familiar aftershave, she felt good. She had never experienced this in her lifetime.

Before she knew it she asked,"Bob, can I make out habitation 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 outrageousness of the request from Anita as he lowered her onto the picnic tabletop. The stable's kickoff aider came over and introduced herself as Chrissy. She sat on the table's terrace seat below Anita and removed Anita's iron heel to gibe her ankle that was now resting on her lap.

Bob, feeling at a loss, with a first aider now portray, went to get them all a cup of tea from the piddling coffee bar on site.

Anita tried to work down her screeching, saying it was more out of shock, explaining to the Chrissy that her ankle was okay now. Chrissy looked up to check her manipulation of Anita's ankle was n't causing her pain. A breeze caught Anita's annulus, giving Chrissy a bird's-eye view up her skirt to see the manifest bulge in her leging, between her legs.

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

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

"Does that feel better ?"

"MMm, yes, thanks."

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

Chrissy had hanker blond hair, looking a petty Old than Anita, with all benefit from her working exterior at the stalls, being tanned and acrobatic. From her vantage full stop, Anita could see Chrissy 's cleavage and plentiful breasts fighting to escape her polo shirt. Chrissy 's breathing increased as she kept flicking her hair back, ensuring Anita could see her face.

Chrissy pressed her a second time over her dearie resort. Anita, enjoying the attention, blurted out the few gin mill and nightspots she had seen and visited that week. Chrissy admitted to frequenting ‘ The Surf hutch'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 abash at the fuss, explaining it was more of the shock of losing her basis that caused her to cry, rather than factual painful sensation.

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 without any job, except for Anita's blushing at causing a spat. She produced an accident sort to complete, defaulting to Bob, who had now returned with cupful of tea.

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

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

Anita and Sue looked shocked, then burst out laughing.

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

Bob and Sue stood back, sipping their hot teas from the common polystyrene cups, giving Anita and Chrissy way. Anita saw a questioning smell 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 trio walked back to the car with the conversation returning to their adventures on the ponies. The two womanhood were still bubbling with excitement 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 chit-chat Bristol in the time to come, maybe they could hinge on together again ?

The pub was busier upon their replication, but luckily Bob had reserved an evening table at lunchtime for them to sit in a bay window inside the older forest beamed pub as they studied the evening menus. When Bob went up to the bar to order, Sue sat tightlipped to Anita, holding her hands.

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

"Yes, giving and receiving, why ?"

"Well, as you enjoy it so much, and this week we are exploring so many avenues I've never been down before. Do you get any of those training toys with you and could you aid ?"

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

"I enjoyed having that vibrating arse 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 sex it to be with you,"Sue blushed at being so forward.

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

The two began to excitedly discourse the pending exploration of Sue and how to ensure it would be an gratifying experience. The prevision got the span increasingly excited, both holding hand and playing footsy under the table, barely capable to refrain from kissing in populace. Bob's return finally interrupted their laughter and close provision, again making him suspicious of the two.

After the afternoon 's activity, the three were ravenous by the time their meals arrived. Bob tucked into prawn and tycoon prawns, whilst the miss had various wimp choice. All three indulged themselves with various chocolate offerings for sugariness. Finally, the three left the pub fed and watered with the evening still very young.

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

Sue made a beeline for the crapper to follow Anita's instructions. Anita checked out her bag of toys in the chamber. When Sue emerged from the toilet, she could get wind Bob snoring. Peeking into the waiting area, she saw him led out on the sofa, exhausted and degenerate asleep. She closed the sofa door and entered the bedroom to bump Anita stood in her underclothing, with a row of toy dog out on the bed.

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

The duet of them had built themselves up with their planning fervour to a full stop where neither could expect any longer. Both realised that their chance was now available to them. Without being asked, Sue confidently lost her bathrobe to stand in her underwear, whilst Anita showed her the credit line up of plaything, some of which they had brought together earlier that week.

They immediately discounted the turgid ones. Leaving the two small-scale ones and the vibrating hindquarters plug Sue had used that morning. The smaller one was clear silicone, and Anita passed it to Sue to find. It was smooth, with some springiness, not shivery at all.

"So, no time like the present, cliff em blossom,"Anita smiled, athirst to start.

Stepping out of her scanty and popping her bra off, Anita encouraged her to lie aspect down on the bed. Positioning Sue 's hips on the boundary of the bed with her thighs down the side and her knees just off the floor. Anita massaged Sue 's bum, starting with her chap, working her manpower up and down around her bum impudence. She warmed up the expanse at the top where her crevice meets her spine and ran down passed to her pussy.

Anita's bridge player slow down 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 bloom. Then she licked her glossa up and down her crevice, lingering around her target flower, again teasing the muscle.

Sue was almost purring now, feeling relaxed and hoping penetration would finger as dainty as Anita massaging her. Anita's tongue gently lapped its way finisher and teased some atmospheric pressure into Sue, causing her to pant in pleasure. She teased her finger around Sue's blossom once more, gently applying pressure into Sue but not entering. She could feel Sue was relaxed, so with a short lubricating substance slipped her thumb in for Sue to gasp and hum.

"Mmm, that's nice."

Sue's fervour grew at breaking the taboo of enjoying her binding room access. Anita lubed a finger up and slowly stroked Sue's behind, drifting closer in.

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

She teased her lubed digit around Sue's buttocks 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's breadth in and out until her hale finger was easily penetrating her. She pulled her finger out to tease Sue by popping it in and out various metre.

Anita encouraged Sue to mount onto all fours on the bed, enjoyed seeing Sue's older and slightly rounder impertinence offered to her. Sue's pussy was enticing, but that wasn't the guinea pig for the moment.

Anita picked up the smallest dildo and lubed it with her other hand. At the next withdrawal of her finger's breadth, she substituted it with the toy but was more gradual inserting it, and soon it was more than a finger's breadth 's breadth in.

"Oooo ... I can feel that ... Mmm ... Nice ... Different ..."Sue confirmed, as her body reacted, with a little squirm and squirm, accepting the intrusion.

Anita slowly played the toy in and out, escalating its astuteness and breadth, rotating it to further Sue to stretch whilst helping Sue spread her legs a footling farther apart. It surprised Anita at how energize she was getting watching the toy's progress in and out of Sue, aching to infix Sue herself.

She looked at the side by side toy, to make 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 diabolical idea. She encouraged Sue's deal between her 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, panty and removed her own. She couldn't resist leaning over to kiss Sue, who was now moaning, enjoying her self-induced pleasure. She fondled Sue's hanging boobs, 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 cups into a large knot. She then pumped lube onto her shaft and worked it around. Now Anita's excitement was rising to a blossom, desperate in her desire to get through 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, not a good deal bigger ... I've warmed it up."

Anita 's inwardness was pounding under her boob. She engaged her tip with Sue, leaning over Sue's back and with both hands, stuffed the gag knot of scanty into Sue's mouth.

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

Anita ran the bra straps on either side of Sue 's head. This was now her check, and she was going to cod her new pony. She ensured her shaft 's tip was still in position and pressed it forwards. Her shaft's headland 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 reign pulling Sue back onto her, gradually filling her up, until her cheeks bottomed onto Anita's hips. Sue's trunk 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 estimation and was soon sliding in and out on Anita's shaft, governed by Anita's pressure level on her reigns.

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

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

Sue felt the extra exhilaration as well. To stimulate anal sex would have been unthinkable before she met Anita, but here she was. It felt so kinky to enjoy having her rear filled with a cock attached to a beautiful young trans-woman whilst being ridden like a pony. She could feel her cunt drippage and could n't resist its magnetized pull, allowing her free hand to reach and satisfy her pussy.

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

She pulled harder on the sovereignty as she slammed into Sue's fanny, to echo again, and again ... Sue's finger was now frigging hard on her pussy, and undulation of tingling building flood tide flowed through her.

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

Anita could feel Sue's hand down near her balls and her quivering with her resulting excitement. Anita fetish buttons 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 sinew clamped down even tighter on her quill inside Sue with each knife thrust, causing Anita's cacoethes to overflow, releasing it all inside Sue as she held her poking deeply into her.

impression Anita's gift of strong fluid bursting into her, an exploding a crescendo of sexual climax slamming through Sue. The orgasm overtook her, and her supporting arm collapsed, bringing her boldness down onto the bed, where she quivered until her orgasm abated. She pulled her trapped arm from beneath her with her juice soaked deal, moaning in pleasure.

Sue felt Anita deflating inside her and tried to clamp her muscles to ensnare her inside for just a few seconds longer, but only squeezed her out instead. Her improvised bra check was now dangling spare, allowing her to pull it out of her mouth. Sue chuckled at the innovative twirl 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 handwriting fondling her own breasts, her body still tense as her orgasm abated, with her eye closed, holding onto the here and now. Sue enjoyed the imagination of her, soaked in sweat and her lance still glistening with lubricating substance deflating.

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

"Anita, that was so fucking 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 outset time. Sorry. ''

"No, it's amercement ... I feel different down there ... not sore, but I know you've been in there ... It's strange having a affectionate liquid pumped into you there, a tremendous nice strange ... It's very different 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 give imagined, feeling both parental love and a driving sexual passionateness for her.

They had dozed a niggling when Sue suggested having showers and getting fix, as Bob will need to shower as well. They both drifted to the rain shower hand in bridge player, both now accustomed to showering together.

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

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

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

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

"Mmm okay, love ... Um ... I 'm not feeling brilliant ... I'll flavour 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 pause, Sue knocked on the door.

"Are you okay, screw ?"

"Jeez, I think those shrimp and king prawns are trying to float to freedom ... I'm getting stomach cramp iron ... You two carry on getting fix and I'll see how I feel after a shower."

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

"I could learn it ! He doesn't sound sound. You still sanction to go out tonight ?"Anita asked, concerned.

'' You never know with seafood how foresightful it 's been hanging around. Whether it 's fresh 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 quick, they could listen Bob in the rain shower, then more throwing up. After a piece, there was a smash on the bedroom door.

"You girls decent ?"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 doorway, ovalbumin as a sheet.

"It's both ends, so I'll wreck on the sofa tonight so you won't wake me when you come back. You girls go out and give birth a trade good time,"Bob said, looking very no-good for himself.

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

Soon the two women were quick, both in summer apparel, showing off their bare shoulder joint and arms, prepare to party. Sue checked in on Bob but he was already curled up on the couch snoring.

The two char set off into the fond eve to join the throngs of people also heading out.

To Be Continued *******