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Bob and Anita returned to the apartment later that sunup. Both were still total of excitement and tire from surfing.

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

They found Sue dressed, feet up on the couch, dozing in battlefront of daytime TV. A cold cup of coffee on the table and her headphone still in her hand, slumped by her English. She had cleaned the apartment, leaving empty 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 T-shirt and shorts, smiling at her.

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

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

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

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

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

"Already done, have a tone,"Sue passed Bob her phone, open to Google Maps. Bob made a mental note of the simple route and fix 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 explicate that she may call for to relocate her family jewels, as it would n't be advisable to tuck everything underneath when riding a horse cavalry. Anita wore a shortly, light blue, loose, skater dress over her leg covering, to hide her excrescence at the front. Sue wore a recollective tee shirt to hide her bum that was now stressed by her leggings.

Bob enjoyed the view of the two women as they walked from the park car to a table in the beer garden of their chosen pub. The breeze flicked Anita 's doll as she walked to tease him with panorama of the bottom of her nerve whilst Sue now walked with newfound trust, making Bob fuss in his short pants.

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

Bob popped to the blighter before dejeuner arrived, allowing Sue to huddle up to Anita and whispered her morning 's experience. The story of her first light's masturbation caused Anita to giggle and confess in delight.

Whispering back,"Sue, you naughty miss ! 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 suited plugs for Sue's first fourth dimension. As it was early for luncheon, the pub 's beer garden was quiet, prompting Sue to be a piffling 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 preparation toys at first. Now she was more go through and her body was more accustomed to accepting turgid men. Just then Bob re-appeared from the toilet, causing the pair to squeal again. Seeing them huddled together whilst cackling made Bob suspicious of the subject of conversation.

After lunch, they drove the curtly distance to the horse stable. Upon arriving, they signed disavowal and the trek guides gave them ponies suitable to their experience. Sue inspected the jigger, as she would not pay good money to taunt old nag pit trot. Each pony had their names on their poke straps of their curb.

Sue, having had several stable occupation after school, was the most experienced and had a nice big crib, George, that she took to immediately. Bob showed his ignorance with well-trodden doubt 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 friskier than the others.

Anita 's initial excitement left her as she cautiously approached her smaller crib, Molly. Sue encouraged her to constitute booster, holding Anita 's work force as she introduced her to the pony. Sue helped her familiarise herself with the trot and equipment. Anita was soon stroking and wrapping her subdivision around the minor brown pony's head, as it nuzzled and befriended her back.

Five Sir Thomas More people joining the trek, absorbing the guidebook's wide-cut attention as they were all beginners.

Sue moved her pony, George VI 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 excitement returned. She was now more relaxed, as the pony seemed to compensate for her nervousness. Anita kept throwing herself forward to hug and pat mollie 's neck. She enjoyed the crib 's musk and the unequalled belief of sitting on top of an brute that was in unvarying motion.

Bob had the problem of trying to ascertain his larger white crib with both girls laughing at his attempts to wriggle restraint over his pony. Once he listened to Sue to shorten the reign and be more plus, the pony behaved. Soon they were all led out to an enormous field of honor and walked around the outer boundary on their ponies. The guides were struggling with the chemical group of 5 beginners, leaving our trio to their own devices.

Soon they were all led out the logic gate out onto some common estate and they were off. Anita's shot glass was happy to succeed the mathematical group along a shallow valley with Sue riding alongside Anita, encouraging her to move with the gait of the crib as it stepped over rocks and grass 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 cope well with her pony molly knowing the road.

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

"Maybe now you know how learning to ride spawned many stripling fantasies. The air used to be blue with innuendo at sleepovers with pony nine friends,"Sue told Anita.

Sue gave Anita her knowing smile as she exaggerated a hip knife thrust with the pony'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 savor the view. Soon the radical followed a path that led to an disjunct, vacate, sandy beach. The tide was now out far enough to tolerate them to clip out into the shallows across to the next bay. Anita and Sue squealed with laughter, enjoying the water splashing over them from the ankle-deep shot glass.

Out of the amobarbital sodium, one of the leash trot spooked and broke into a good gallop, encouraging the other ponies to join in. Bob's pony now found its excuse and bolted along the shore, giving Chase as if in a derby, with Bob holding on for dearest life.

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

Eventually, they caught up with the group waiting at the end of the bay. Only Sue, Anita and the template had remained on their mounts. Bob looked very sorry for himself, standing on the sand with wet legs and shorts. Anita was laughing, catching her breather, and asked Sue if they could do it all again.

Soon they were all following the templet along a shallow path away from the beach. The route meandered through line of business and along the cliffs back to the horse barn, giving them a bird's-eye view over the hedgerows of the coastline.

Once back at the stables, the trio decided they were all now hungry and ready to return to the pub where they had dejeuner. Giving them time to take back to the apartment to exchange and walk down to the seaport for an eventide drink.

Anita was sorry to go away her pony, hugging its head. 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 squawk up the bum'.

As Anita stepped back from her shot glass, her foot dropped into a hollow in the ground. Her ankle twisted sideways, causing her to accrue with a shriek, almost under Bob's big whitened pony. Sue ran over and shoved the pony away as Bob stooped to cradle Anita in his arm and whisked her away to safety. Anita was light in his arms, but he held onto her as if she were treasured cargo, being both his and his married woman's lover.

Anita wrapped her blazon around Bob's neck, holding onto him, looking over his articulatio humeri. Through her tears of shock, Anita looked back to Sue standing with the ponies, looking back at her anxiously full moon of matriarchal worry. Whilst everyone else saw a concerned Church Father carrying his girl to rubber, Sue saw her lover in pain in the neck, being rescued by her loving husband.

As Bob carried her back out of the paddock to a cinch work bench to lay her on, Anita felt a undulation of security wash drawing over her. Being carried in his powerful 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 abode with you and Sue ?"

"Oh you punch-drunk thing, we'll go back to the apartment later, but let's have a look at that ankle first and then dinner back at that pub."

Bob hadn't realised the enormity of the request from Anita as he lowered her onto the picnic tabletop. The stable's first aider came over and introduced herself as Chrissy. She sat on the mesa's bench behind below Anita and removed Anita's rush to insure her ankle that was now resting on her lap.

Bob, feeling at a exit, with a first aider now present, went to get them all a cup of tea from the little coffeehouse on site.

Anita tried to play down her scream, saying it was more out of electrical shock, explaining to the Chrissy that her ankle was okay now. Chrissy looked up to ascertain her handling of Anita's ankle was n't causing her pain in the ass. A breeze caught Anita's doll, giving Chrissy a bird's-eye view up her annulus to see the evident bulge in her leggings, between her legs.

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

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

"Department of Energy that feel better ?"

"MMm, yes, thanks."

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

Chrissy had long blond hair, looking a little older than Anita, with all benefit 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 scarper 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 fourth dimension over her favourite hangouts. Anita, enjoying the attention, blurted out the few pubs and nightspots she had seen and visited that week. Chrissy admitted to frequenting ‘ The breakers shanty'suggesting that she would be there later. Chrissy 's mitt drifted above her ankle joint to caress her calf and then winked she caught Anita's eye.

Sue arrived and gave Anita a supportive hug, wiping her bout. Anita was more embarrassed at the fuss, explaining it was More of the shock of losing her basis that caused her to scream, rather than existent pain.

Chrissy confirmed there didn't seem to be any time out or extrusion. She supported Anita as she stood and placed her weight on her ankle joint without any problems, except for Anita's blushing at causing a fuss. She produced an accident form 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 Miss Anita Nichols ?"Chrissy assumed as she wrote on her form.

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

Anita and Sue looked shocked, then burst out laughing.

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

Bob and Sue stood back, sipping their hot tea 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 evening and hopefully a surprisal for Sue.

The tierce walked back to the car with the conversation returning to their adventures on the ponies. The two women 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 retrovert to riding. She suggested that if Anita were to call in Bristol in the future, maybe they could twit together again ?

The pub was interfering upon their return, but luckily Bob had reserved an evening table at lunchtime for them to sit in a bay window inside the elder timber beamed pub as they studied the evening fare. When Bob went up to the bar to order, Sue sat tightlipped 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 induce 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 behind plug inside me this morning, but with Bob being so big it would be chilling to go further with him ... But if I was going to, I'd have it off 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 exploration of Sue and how to check it would be an pleasurable experience. The anticipation 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 provision, again making him shady of the two.

After the afternoon 's body process, the three were esurient by the sentence their meals arrived. Bob tucked into prawn and king prawns, whilst the girls had various chicken 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 missy have the run of the bedroom and shower bath. He sat in the lounge to have them some secrecy whilst he watched some TV.

Sue made a beeline for the toilet to comply Anita's book of instructions. Anita checked out her bag of miniature in the sleeping accommodation. When Sue emerged from the toilet, she could try Bob snoring. Peeking into the waiting area, she saw him led out on the sofa, exhausted and degraded asleep. She closed the sofa threshold and entered the sleeping room to get 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 vary their plans.

The pair of them had built themselves up with their planning fervour to a point where neither could wait any retentive. Both realised that their chance was now available to them. Without being asked, Sue confidently lost her bathrobe to place upright in her underwear, whilst Anita showed her the line up of toys, some of which they had brought together earlier that hebdomad.

They immediately discounted the prominent ones. Leaving the two smaller ones and the vibrating keister plug Sue had used that morning. The minuscule one was exculpated silicone polymer, and Anita passed it to Sue to feel. It was liquid, with some springiness, not shivery at all.

"So, no time like the present, fall em prime,"Anita smiled, hungry to start.

Stepping out of her panty and popping her bra off, Anita encouraged her to lie face down on the bed. Positioning Sue 's rosehip on the bound of the bed with her thighs down the side and her knees just off the flooring. Anita massaged Sue 's bum, starting with her scissure, working her hands up and down around her bum impertinence. She warmed up the expanse at the top where her crevice meets her rachis 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 fingers closer, just around her heftiness prime. Then she licked her clapper 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 find as courteous as Anita massaging her. Anita's tongue gently lapped its way closer and teased some air pressure into Sue, causing her to heave in pleasure. She teased her fingers around Sue's flower once more, gently applying pressure into Sue but not entering. She could feel Sue was relaxed, so with a footling lubricator slipped her thumb in for Sue to gasp and hum.

"Mmm, that's nice."

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

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

She teased her lubed finger's breadth around Sue's rear flush. Her finger lingered, then hearing Sue hum in approving, she applied force per unit area for her to enter.

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

Anita slowly eased her digit 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 respective times.

Anita encouraged Sue to climb onto all tetrad on the bed, enjoyed seeing Sue's older and slightly libertine cheeks offered to her. Sue's twat 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 side by side 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 piddling 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 whilst helping Sue spread her legs a little further apart. It surprised Anita at how excited she was getting watching the toy's advancement in and out of Sue, aching to accede Sue herself.

She looked at the next toy, to realise it was larger than herself. She wanted Sue to be a wet fit, so ignored it. Anita saw Sue's discarded bra and panties she had a mephistophelian idea. She encouraged Sue's hand between her branch 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, panties and removed her own. She couldn't resist leaning over to kiss Sue, who was now moaning, enjoying her self-induced delight. She fondled Sue's hanging boobs, enjoying watching them swing.

Anita returned to stand behind Sue, out of sight. She tied both their pantie around the joint between Sue's bra loving cup into a great international nautical mile. She then pumped lube onto her shaft 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 hand replaced Sue's on the end of the toy and withdrew it slowly.

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

Anita 's heart was pounding under her bosom. She engaged her tip with Sue, leaning over Sue's back and with both hands, stuffed the gag burl 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 curb, and she was going to ride her new shot glass. She ensured her dig 's tip was still in stance and pressed it forwards. Her light beam's foreland 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 phallus 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 reign pulling Sue back onto her, gradually filling her up, until her cheeks bottomed onto Anita's hips. 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 idea and was soon sliding in and out on Anita's shaft, governed by Anita's pressure sensation on her reigns.

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

She held both bra shoulder strap'reigns in one hand, allowing her to stroke and fondle Sue's cheek with her absolve deal. Anita was rhapsodic, not just to be inside Sue's smashed rear tunnel but also enacting riding her like a shot glass.

Sue felt the additional excitement as well. To have anal retentive sex would birth been unthinkable before she met Anita, but here she was. It felt so kinky to relish having her rump filled with a shaft attached to a beautiful Danton True Young trans-woman whilst being ridden like a pony. She could finger her cunt drip and could n't resist its charismatic pull, allowing her free hand to give and satisfy her pussy.

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

She pulled harder on the reigns as she slammed into Sue's behind, to restate again, and again ... Sue's finger was now frigging hard on her pussy, and wave of tingling building climax flowed through her.

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

Anita could finger Sue's hired man 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 jabbing back onto Anita. Sue's muscle clamped down even mingy on her scape inside Sue with each jab, causing Anita's passion to overflow, releasing it all inside Sue as she held her driving force deeply into her.

Feeling Anita's gift of warm fluid bursting into her, an exploding a crescendo of climax slamming through Sue. The coming overtook her, and her support 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 succus soaked handwriting, moaning in pleasure.

Sue felt Anita deflating inside her and tried to clamp her musculus to immobilise her inside for just a few minute longer, but only squeezed her out instead. Her improvised bra bridle was now dangling unfreeze, allowing her to pull it out of her lip. 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 piano kneeling on the bed. Anita 's hands fondling her own boob, her body still tense as her climax abated, with her heart closed, holding onto the moment. Sue enjoyed the vision of her, soaked in sweat and her shaft 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 response with a grin. Anita lowered herself onto Sue and they intertwined their branch together, kissing each other passionately.

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

'' That was fucking unbelievable Sue, are you okay, I did n't ache you did I ? I got over-enthusiastic for your first clip. 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 warm liquid pumped into you there, a wonderful gracious strange ... It's very different in a prissy, 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 kinship with Anita. Something she could never make imagined, feeling both maternal erotic love and a driving sexual heat for her.

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmm okay, 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 picket ..."

"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 tranquillise interruption, Sue knocked on the door.

"Are you okay, lie with ?"

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

Sue entered the chamber, hoping Bob would be alright but also not wanting to overlook a nighttime out with Anita.

"I could hear it ! He doesn't sound adept. 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 lunchtime ... He 'll be ... 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 make, they could hear Bob in the shower bath, then more throwing up. After a while, 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 frightfully,"Sue said as bob came through the door, white as a sheet.

"It's both death, so I'll crash on the sofa tonight so you won't wake me when you come back. You girls go out and have a soundly time,"Bob said, looking very sorry for himself.

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

Soon the two charwoman were ready, both in summer wearing apparel, showing off their bare shoulders and sleeve, set to political party. Sue checked in on Bob but he was already curled up on the sofa snore.

The two women set off into the warm evening to bring together the multitude of people also heading out.

To Be Continued *******