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Rider Ch. 01-05

By: TonyDowse



Chapter 1

Mandy

Because I had been under so much pressure in the city I used the death of my favourite aunt as an excuse to take a sudden, but well earned holiday and decided to spend a couple of weeks in the country town where she had lived for over half her life and I had spent many happy times with her as a young boy. Driving into town and seeing horses grazing in almost every paddock reminded me that she'd always said that the place had more of them than it did people.

Having left as soon as I'd heard she had died I had two or three days to fill between my arrival and the funeral and I spent them driving around the surrounding countryside; both reviving my own childhood memories and making several obligatory visits to other, less well known relatives.

The motel I had booked into was on the edge of town, right next to a small stable with a training yard for show horses where every morning and evening two or three would be put through their routines. Because the river at that end of town was subject to occasional flooding most buildings, including the motel were built up on stilts and as the veranda running along the front of my wing gave me an excellent view, I got into the habit of spending half an hour or so out there with a drink before going down to the restaurant for dinner.

One particular team of horse and rider had caught my eye the first evening and although I really know nothing about horse flesh even I could tell that this one had real potential. He was quite magnificent, a big, strongly built animal, yet with perfectly controlled, very precise movements. What made him look even bigger was the small size of rider, who could have been barely eighteen, yet she handled him with ease, her upright, slender body guiding him through the complex manoeuvres and jumps with assured confidence.

Although I watched her riding skills with growing admiration the red-blooded male inside me couldn't help noticing and reacting to other things about her. The way her youthful breasts bounced beneath the tight sweater, the rhythmic rise and fall of her tautly rounded bottom, and the firm grip she kept of him with her long, obviously leanly muscled legs and thighs.

I admit that after watching them for a while I don't know which of the two I was really watching, the horse or the rider. Maybe my subconscious had picked-up on the contrast between the power of the animal and the vulnerability of the girl. Or perhaps there was something about her obvious mastery, her gentle dominance of the brute strength of the animal that stirred me. Whatever it was, after the first evening I found myself waiting anxiously for her to appear, and it would have taken fire or flood to have got me off the veranda while they were working together below me.

The motel was nothing flash, they liked to call themselves a family motel, but it was very comfortable and all the staff were friendly, none more so than the buxom waitress who seemed to run the restaurant. I got the distinct impression she had taken a fancy to me, and although the unspectacular uniform she was wearing couldn't disguise the rich curves of her figure, perhaps because she knew the reason for my visit, our brief conversations remained limited to my aunt and the respect the town had held her in.

As funeral's go, it went well. After the service I spent a couple of hours at the house of a cousin who had taken charge of all the arrangements, meeting and making small-talk with my aunt's friends and some of my other distant relatives.

So it was late afternoon before I could finally make my escape and as I walked back to the motel via a track beside the river I recalled memories of my aunt and the things that had happened to me when visiting her all those years before. In fact I was so deep in thought that I completely failed to notice the figure coming down another path and so her cautious - 'Hello' - took me by surprise and brought me back to reality with a start.

If it hadn't been for her riding outfit I wouldn't have recognised her, she was carrying her hat and the honey-blonde hair it normally hid cascaded down around her shoulders, completely altering her appearance.

'Now I know who you are, you're Mrs Yates' nephew, Robert, aren't you. You've just come from the funeral.'

'That's right.'

'I'm Amanda, everyone calls me Mandy. I'm sorry about Mrs Yates, she was a wonderful lady. We all loved her you know. We'll miss her.'

'Thank you, I'll miss her too, I'd lost contact a bit in recent years, but I used to spend quite a lot of time here when I was a boy.'

'I've seen you watching Champ and I working and couldn't help wondering who you were.'

'He's a magnificent horse, and although I don't know much about the technicalities, you handle him superbly.'

My unprompted compliment brought a slight flush to her cheeks as she smiled. 'Thanks, he's a great horse, very intelligent, he learns quickly.'

'Maybe so, but it's the rider that brings all that out, and it's obvious that you're very good at it, and that you love it.'

'Oh I do! When everything's going well, it's as though we're no longer horse and rider, we become, well, it's actually hard to explain, but there's nothing quite like it!'

'You mean the team-work?'

'Yes, partly that, but there's more to it.'

'I guess there has to be an understanding between you, you must develop a real team spirit.'

'Oh yes you do, and although that's true with most horses, with some it's more pronounced, and with Champ that's especially true. At least that's what he's like with me.'

'You mean there's a kind of relationship that develops between you?'

'Mmm, yes.'

'In that case he's a very lucky stallion. And that might account for what I've sensed when watching you.' I said, semi-jokingly, expecting her to either ignore, or laugh at the flirtatious innuendo. But she did neither, I saw her face flush a little then she replied by saying.

'You mean you've sensed something, well, something sexy about it Robert?' she asked in a much quieter voice.

It was as though she'd read my mind and for a moment or two I didn't know how to answer. 'Well perhaps I would have used the word erotic, but I suppose it's much the same thing. Anyway, yes, that's sort of what I meant.'

'You got those feelings from just watching?'

'I have done, at least from watching you two.' I admitted.

'That's nice to know, and although I always get them, in the last few days they've been stronger than usual, I mean since I've seen you watching from the veranda.'

Just then we came to where the path split into two, one leading to the motel, the other to the stable and we stood there for a few moments, then, just as I was about to walk away, she said. 'Are you going to watch us this evening?'

'Of course I am.'

'Would you like to meet Champ, after we've finished our work I mean?'

'I'd like to very much Mandy.'

'Will you do something for me then?'

'What?'

'Don't change. I mean keep your suit on.'

'Why?'

'You look nice in it. People here don't often wear suits, and certainly not the way you do. It makes you look different, important, powerful. And, sexy too.' she added with a hesitant grin, then colour returning to her cheeks when my eyes drifted down over the slender curves of her body before replying.

'In that case I'll certainly keep it on.'

Twenty minutes later I was on the veranda, drink in hand, waiting for them to appear from the stabling sheds beside the training yard. There were no other riders there that evening and the emptiness of the yard, the tense under-current to our brief conversation and the look I'd thought I'd seen in her eye all combined to make me feel nervously excited. But I didn't have long to wait before they appeared, she looked up, gave me a wave and then took the horse into his training routine.

The tension I'd been feeling increased as I watched them working together and although most of the time she concentrated all her attention on their performance, from time to time I saw her head turn slightly and felt sure she was staring up at where I stood, and of course couldn't help wondering just what was going through her mind.

My own thoughts were mixed-up, at one level appreciating the skills demonstrated by both horse and rider as they worked together. At another, watching the way she deftly controlled him with commands from her hands and legs, finding myself becoming almost jealous of the horse as I imagined her controlling me with similar, strong yet subtle movements.

Then after a while I noticed that she seemed to be having difficulties with the horse, he started to become skittish, tossing his head, snorting and balking at simple manoeuvres. Mandy persevered with him for a while then looked up at me, threw her hands up in despair, indicated she was going to take him back to the stable and beckoned me down to join them.

By the time I got down there she'd got the saddle and bridle off and had started to give him a rub down.

'What happened Mandy? What made him suddenly start misbehaving like that?'

'Give me a hand first please, then I'll explain.' she answered, passing me a piece of towelling. 'Follow the grain of the coat, rub hard.'

Having taken off my jacket and tie I set too, I wasn't used to being that close to a horse and as he was still snorting and stamping his feet from time to time, I was a bit nervous, but after a little while he became less restive and before we completely finished he was standing quietly.

Not wanting to be caught by one of the stamping hooves, I had initially kept a close watch on the horse, but as he gradually calmed down I was able to risk occasional glances at Mandy. Like mine, her face was beaded with perspiration, down her back there was a dark line of sweat and when she turned I saw how the thin, body-hugging jumper stuck to her. From the way it clearly outlined the tempting curves of her breasts I realised that she wasn't wearing a bra, and when I saw how sharply her nipples jutted, I realised that something had started to turn her on.

Seeing her like that rekindled and intensified the feelings I had experienced while watching them working together and I felt my cock responding even more strongly when I began imagining licking and sucking those tenderly lush breasts.

When we'd finished Mandy spoke reassuringly to Champ as she stroked his head before leading him off to his stall, and having put out some fresh hay, left him to eat. 'Well that wasn't such a good idea after all.' she said as she walked back to where I was standing.

'What wasn't? What happened?'

'I'm afraid you're to blame Robert.' she answered with a shy grin.

'Me?'

'Well me really, but you're the cause.'

'I haven't the faintest idea what you mean Mandy.'

'Stallions, like Champ, can be very difficult to handle, that's why so many are gelded, it makes them calmer. People swear that many can even sense when a woman is, well you know, having her period.'

'Oh, is that it, you're...'

'No, it's not that. But, well, I told you that the suit makes you look, well, sexy. Having you up there, watching us, it sort of got to me. You know, got me a bit worked-up. I'm sure Champ became aware of that, their sense of smell is very acute.'

We were both breathing heavily from the exertion of rubbing the horse down and I'd become mesmerised by the way the tight jumper accentuated her breasts as they rhythmically rose and fell - then by the sight of stiffened nipples, which seemed to be trying to force their way through it. But somehow dragging my eyes away from that delightful sight I saw that the flush on her cheeks had deepened. 

'Maybe he smelt me too.' I said.

'You?'

'You're not the only one that got a bit worked-up.'

'You did too, from watching us?'

'Uhuh. Well, more from watching you than Champ.' I added, letting my eyes drift back down to the tempting display.

Under normal circumstances I would never have done what I did next, and would certainly have never got away with it even if I had. I have no idea what got into me, but somehow I just couldn't resist the sight of her provocative breasts any longer, I found myself reaching out and letting the tips of my fingers of one hand drift down the outer curve of the nearest one.

Any other girl would have pulled back, probably given me a slap, but not Mandy, she sighed and actually leaned towards me, as though offering herself up to my caresses. So, encouraged by her movement I began making slow circles around the peaking tip, then, as I gently closed my hand around the firm globe, I reached around her with my other hand and pulled her towards me.

I kissed her, full on the lips. They were soft, moist - and immediately responsive.

Holding her close as I ran one hand up and down her back, I continued squeezing her breast with the other and felt her pressing herself forward in response. Then as her thigh felt the hardening length of my cock her tongue slid into my mouth, twining with mine as she pressed herself even more tightly against me.

When we finally broke for air she slid one hand down between us, her fingers tightening around the rigid bulge and as she looked up with an expression of excited anticipation she whispered. 'It feels as though I've got myself a second stallion!'

I maintained my hold of the heavy curve of her breast, cupping and gently fondling it, thrilling at its firm fullness. 'And your breasts feel beautiful Mandy. I can't wait to see them - and then kiss them too. But I'm surprised you're not wearing a bra, I would have thought it would have been uncomfortable riding without one, I mean, having them bouncing up and down.'

'Oh I usually do. But I wanted you to like me, so in the hope that you'd notice, I took it off.'

'I noticed, and I like, that and everything else about you.' I answered as I slid my hands down and hooked my fingers under the bottom of the jumper.

It was such a tight fit it proved to be a bit of a struggle to get it off, but it was worth it, her breasts were even more beautiful than I had imagined. Arcing up and out from her body in full, sweeping curves, curves tipped with pale pink, already stiffened nipples. I stared, wide-eyed and probably open-mouthed for a few seconds then, bending low and fitting one hand to the curve of her arse to hold her, I cupped the weight of one and lowered my mouth to it.

The feel of the warm silkiness of her skin against my face was unbelievable and while my fingers fondled and caressed the incredible firmness of her and my lips closed over the tip, sucking and nibbling it, I felt my body responding, felt my fully engorged cock straining against the tight confines of my trousers.

I could feel Mandy's response too, her breathing had become heavier and her hands held me firmly against herself as I kissed and sucked one, then the other, then returned again to each in turn until both breasts were sensitively swollen, their tips even harder. 'Oh Robert that feels so good!' she said in a hoarse whisper as the rest of her body began squirming about. 'Just wonderful!'

'I could make it even better for you, kiss the rest of you, if you'd like me to.' I risked saying in reply.

'Would you? Would you do that for me?' she responded with a tone of excited amazement.

'Of course, I'd love to. If that's what you would like me to do.'

'Oh Robert, yes! Yes please!'

'You'll have to help me get your other things off Mandy.'

'Well actually you'll have to help me, with the boots anyway.' she answered as she pushed herself up, then got up and pulled a rug down from a shelf. Then, having spread it over a nearby bale of hay she sat down and lifted one leg towards me.

The boots came off with a couple of strong pulls and I watched as she undid the belt and zip on her jodhpurs then helped her pull those down too, leaving her wearing just a pair of plain white, cotton panties.

But innocuous though they may have actually been, at that moment, and on her, I thought they looked like the most erotic item of underwear I'd ever seen.

Apart from her lushly swollen breasts her body was slimly built, still curvy in all the right places but without a trace of surplus flesh anywhere to be seen. Her stomach was flat, and her thighs lightly muscled from her regular horse riding. But in spite of all those other delights it was the way the crotch of her panties bulged that really held my attention. If the prominence of her pubic mound was anything to go by I had one very over-sexed girl on my hands.

As I reached forward to ease her panties down I glanced up, her mouth was open as she panted for breath, and her eyes were staring down at me with a look of almost feverish excitement. That look, the way her breasts were heaving, the expanse of smoothly unblemished skin, and the taut firmness of her young body all served to further fan the flames that were already burning fiercely inside me.

But doing my best to ignore those, I slipped her panties off and eased her forward so her legs hung over the edge of the bale, then shifted them a little further apart.

In that position I could not only see the lightly furred mound but also the start of the pouting slit below it, and there was just enough light filtering into the stable to turn the drops of moisture already clinging to its outer lips into glistening sparkles. Everything that had happened indicated that I was going to find she had the most adorably responsive pussy and I just couldn't wait any longer.

Having eased her thighs just a little further apart I bent low, then lifted her legs and rested them on my shoulders. I took another quick look at the tender pinkness of her pussy, seeing just how puffy and wet it actually was, then slipped my head down between the warm softness of her thighs, and began to slowly kiss and lick my way upwards.

Although I could tell from the sounds of her rapid gasping that what I was doing was increasing her excitement for some time she lay quite still, as though for some reason she was simply afraid to abandon control of her body's responses. But when, after spending a lot of time kissing and licking everywhere else, I finally slid my tongue down between the pouting lips of her pussy she reacted.

The sudden sound of her hoarse moaning and the rippling muscular spasms I felt starting to course through her body confirmed just how much pleasure she was experiencing. Then, as I probed deeper and began to dart my stiffened tongue in and out of her, she began to arch her hips upwards and I felt her hands reach down for my head, trying to draw me even harder up against herself.

I finally slid my tongue up over the swollen ridge of sensitive flesh above her pussy, steadily increasing the speed of its flickering as I felt her hips bucking to a more urgent rhythm. Then, waiting until I could tell from the pattern of her reactions that she was building towards her climax before, while keeping that stimulation going, pressing my mouth tightly against her and sucking hard.

As I tasted the sweetly acrid juices she gave a loud shriek of delight, and as the rest of her body began to convulse she grabbed my head even more tightly, pulling it hard up against her pulsating sex as her orgasm kicked-in.

I continued sucking her pussy and flicking her clit through a second, perhaps even stronger peak, then although I detected a reluctance to do so, she pushed me back a little. 'Oh Robert! That's just too fantastic! I never knew it could be anything like that. But you must be desperate by now.' she said while still gasping for breath as she tried to sit up.

'Well yes, but are you sure you want me to?' I said for some obscure reason.

'Oh yes, of course I do!' she replied, her eyes still blazing with the feverish light I had seen earlier. 'I'm no prick-tease, well anyway not with you.'


Rider Ch. 01-05



Hearing that I wasted no more time, quickly stripping off and only glancing up to see Mandy's eyes widen as I slipped out of my briefs, then a look of consternation flit across her face when she saw just how big my cock actually was.

When I looked down at myself I could see why she might have felt some concern, by that time it was looking pretty fiercesome. Apart from its size, which was by then pretty impressive, and probably looked even more so from the angle she was seeing it, the head had not only become massively bloated, turned an angry, dark purple, but was also already oozing pre-cum.

'That's awesome!' she said in a barely audible whisper, and when I looked up I saw an expression on her face that seemed to be a mix of both sheer disbelief, and her nervous excitement at the prospect of having all that up inside herself.

Not giving her time for second thoughts I pushed her back down on to the hay bale, then easing her forward until her bottom was resting on the very edge of it, moved forward between her still widely spread legs. She lifted them as I guided the tip of my cock into the slit between her outer lips, then as I pushed forward I felt them reaching around behind me as I slid deeper inside her.

Although it was clear she wanted me as much as I did her I still felt her body initially tensing, perhaps as she recalled the sight of my cock and anticipated the pain that being stretched open by something that size might cause. But I had no intention of causing her pain, far from it, my pleasure would be all the greater if that was what she was feeling too. So, rather than simply jamming the entire length up her with one violent thrust, I eased into her with a series of shorter ones.

Not that I was depriving myself of anything, although wet from her climaxes her pussy was so delightfully tight, clinging to my cock as it slid back and forth, that each movement sent shivering waves of excitement racing up my spine.

'You're so big!' she gasped as I gradually pushed deeper. 'I don't know if I can take much more of you.'

'Don't worry, you will, just relax and enjoy it.'

'I don't think I can take too much more enjoyment either.' she answered weakly.

'You will, you will!' I gasped as my own grew steadily stronger.

And as I could never have imagined how tight she would be I couldn't have guessed just how much of that there would be. My cock felt as though it was being squeezed down a narrow, oiled-silk tube and as I got more and more of it inside the thrills became progressively stronger.

I was still using relatively slow strokes, still controlling the depth of each so as not to suddenly overwhelm her, and as the strength of the sensations I was feeling grew even stronger the pressure in my tightly swollen balls became almost unbearable. So much so that I was beginning to wonder if I could hold back my climax long enough to give her another when, after a final push, I found I was fully embedded inside her, my pelvis jammed hard up against hers.

Her eyes opened again, she gave me a weak grin and murmured, 'Ah yes, now I've got all of you.'

'You certainly have.'

'And it feels wonderful, but I think you'd better start doing it properly now.'

'I think you're right.' I replied, then started using longer, deeply penetrating strokes.

By then my cock had been engorged for so long it had become super-sensitive and that plus the tightness of her pussy generated thrills that sent my senses reeling. I heard my excited grunts blending with Mandy's softer, sighing moans, but other than that was conscious of nothing but the sensations coursing through my entire body.

They were so sublime that it would have been marvellous if I could have kept going like that for even longer than I did, but of course the forces at work inside me were far too strong. All too soon I found my thrusting was not only getting faster, but my strokes were far more powerful too, and Mandy immediately responded to those changes.

Each time I thrust into her she gave a loud gasp, her body shuddering and within a dozen or so of those I felt her legs gripping me more tightly, the rest of her body tensing, as she began her climb up to yet another orgasm.

Then I felt my own starting, felt the inner surge beginning its unstoppable rush. I thrust even faster, plunging my throbbing cock even deeper, then heard myself cry out as the bottled-up semen seared up from deep, deep down.

Mandy's scream of delight mingled with mine as she felt the first load jet deep into the heart of her - her legs yanking me down into her upwardly thrusting body, forcing my wildly pumping cock even deeper inside herself. The way we went at each other was almost animal-like, we were not simply fucking, we were rutting. And we continued going on that way until I was totally spent, she was limp and we were both not only drained but utterly exhausted.

I finally sank to my knees, my cock slipping from her with a wet squelching sound, releasing a rush of our co-mingled fluids from her pussy, and, still gasping for breath, lay my head down on her heaving belly.

A little later, when we had both recovered and had cleaned ourselves as best we could we got dressed, each eyeing the other, on my part for what I thought might be final glimpses of her excitingly lovely body.

But when we were both ready I took her in my arms and after a long, lingering kiss, she whispered. 'What did you plan to do after dinner Robert?'

'I didn't have any plans, why?'

'I thought I might come and visit you. I couldn't stay long, but I could tell my parents that as Champ had been playing-up, I wanted to check that he was all right. I do that sometimes, they wouldn't be suspicious.'

'Your parents? You live at home?'

'Of course, although I'm in my last year I'm still at college.'

'At school?' I said, truly horrified to find I'd been fucking a college-girl.'

But she just giggled. 'Yes, but don't worry, as I said, it's my last year, I'm not under-age. And anyway, as you probably noticed, I wasn't a virgin.'

'Well I'm relieved to hear that, but I had no idea, you look, well, I mean I would never have guessed.' I stammered as I tried to clear the racing confusion inside my head.

'So, shall I pop up to see you later? Just for s a little while.'

Although still bewildered I also couldn't believe my luck. 'That would be wonderful, if you're sure it won't cause any problems, I know what a small town is like for gossip Mandy.' I said, unable to think of any other reason to even try to dissuade her.

'I'll be careful. But you'd better go now, I'll stay on for a few minutes before I leave. Oh and by the way, which room are you in?'

I gave her the number and after another quick kiss I left and headed back to the motel.



Chapter 2

A Visit and a Disappointment

The prospect of seeing her again, and of hopefully repeating what we had done was almost strong enough for me to forgo the evening meal, and if my stomach hadn't been growling for food I'd have happily done so. But, just in case she arrived before I got back I was careful to leave the door unlocked. Because I was in such a hurry to eat I was glad to see that the dining-room was half empty and although the waitress seemed even more friendly than usual and did her best to get me to chat, I'm afraid she found me unusually unresponsive.

I simply couldn't get thoughts of Mandy out of my head. Several times I found I had been sitting, staring into space, as pictures of her rolled in front of my eyes. Her lithe, yet shapely body rising and falling as she rode Champ around the training yard. Her taut, spikily tipped breasts straining against the thin jumper. Seeing her stretched naked over the bail of hay and staring down at my cock. And as those and other, even more stimulating thoughts crossed and re-crossed each other I became aware of the increasingly uncomfortable tightness of my trousers as my body responded.

On a couple of occasions when I dragged myself back to reality and got on with the food in front of me, I noticed the waitress either hovering nearby or eyeing me curiously. But although at any other time I would have tested her apparent interest, right then I just didn't have either the time or the inclination, and so hurried through my meal.

The room was still empty when I went back up so, leaving the door slightly ajar, I poured myself a drink and slowly sipped it as I waited for her. And although to an observer I may have appeared calm and relaxed, inside my head was a whirling confusion of images and thoughts.

But it wasn't long before I heard a faint tap on the door, then, finding it was already open, as I got up out of the chair, she came in, closing it firmly behind herself before she came into my waiting arms.

'I haven't been able to stop thinking about it.' she whispered breathlessly as we broke for air. 'All through dinner, I had this picture in my head, of you standing there, between my legs, your - your enormous cock, quivering.' She paused, her eyes took on a far-away look and, in an even quieter undertone, as though saying it just to herself, she whispered. 'My other stallion!'

Her eyes refocused, and her voice reflected genuine amazement when she added. 'And I could feel it too, as though it was still inside me! Mum could see there was something wrong, that I wasn't really, well, you know, there with them. That was a bit of luck actually. I said I was worried about Champ, that he'd been playing up. And so it seemed quite natural when I said I wanted to come back again.

I didn't actually tell any lies at all.' she added with a little chuckle.

'That's good.' I said and, as my hands slid down her back and cupped the curve of her arse, added. 'I haven't been able to get thoughts of you out of my head either.'

'I hope you haven't been sitting around like this all the time.' she said as she slipped her hand between us and closed her fingers around the hardened length of my cock.

'Not all the time.' I admitted. 'But it's been up and down like a yo-yo.'

'I hope it'll soon be going up and down inside me.' she responded, grinning up at me for a moment before her other hand pulled my head down to her almost feverish mouth.

As I knew she couldn't stay long, although I really wanted time to savour the many delights I felt sure her body had to offer me, I realised I would have to wait for a better opportunity for that and though we both had spectacularly satisfying climaxes I was even more excited when, afterwards, as we lay curled up in each other's arms, she asked me how long I was planning on staying in town.

'I booked in for two weeks. Why?'

'I could skip college for one day, we could spend it together. Don't get me wrong Robert, this is lovely, but I want more time. Do you know what I mean?'

'That's exactly what I want too Mandy. You're beautiful and incredibly sexy, I want more time with you too.'

She gave me an enormous hug and I could hear the pent-up excitement in her voice when she said. 'I like hearing you say you think I'm sexy. But although I wish I could I can't do anything about tomorrow, Thursday would be best for me, I've no important classes that day.'

'How would you manage that? With your school and family I mean. I don't want you getting yourself into trouble.'

'They needn't know. A friend, Sandra will cover for me at school, tell them it's period pains, we don't need a note for that. And after school on a Thursday I normally go to dancing classes, so that gives us even more time.'

'Can you trust this friend?'

'Sandra? Oh yes. I won't tell her about you, not yet anyway. When I do she'll be green with envy.' she added with a broad grin. 'We use each other as cover with our parents sometimes. You know, say we're visiting, when we actually want to do something that might cause a bit of an argument.'

'Where can we meet? We don't want anyone seeing us, apart from anything else the gossips would have a field day with that.'

She thought for a moment. 'I'll have to wear my school stuff of course. You'll just have to ignore that. I'll put some other things in my bag, I'll change into those as soon as we're somewhere out of town. If you could park your car in the lane beside the Post Office, that's on my usual route, I'll nip into the back. Do you have a rug or something in the boot?'

I nodded and she grinned. 'Most guys do! I'll lie down, cover myself with that. Like they do in spy movies. Then we'll just drive off somewhere together for the day. I'll think of somewhere nice, somewhere where there won't be much chance of seeing any other people. How about that?'

'Sounds great Mandy. What time will you be there?'

'Post Office, oh, say eight fifteen - O.K.?'

I nodded and said the time was fine and as I did she turned in my arms, pressing her mouth against mine and slipping her tongue between my teeth. As we kissed and I let my hands roam over her back she squirmed one of hers between us, her fingers closing around my cock and squeezing it. When we broke for air she whispered. 'I'd better be getting home soon, but before I go, how about another quickie?'

Her eagerness was more than enough to fire me up again and although my energy levels had been somewhat depleted I found I still had some inner reserves and was able to give us both what she'd asked for. But although it was great, after she'd hurriedly dressed and left I lay there for a while, thinking how much better it could have been if we'd had the time to explore each other more thoroughly. Then spent even more time looking forward to somehow having just that, on Thursday.

I spent the following day visiting some of my aunt's friends and relatives that I'd met at the funeral and had trouble concentrating on the memories and anecdotes they each wanted to share with me. All I could think of was the ripeness of Mandy's body, her enthusiasm for sex, the thrills we had given each other, and what other ways we were going to find to excite and satisfy each other. And of course anticipating another, albeit brief repeat of her previous evening's visit.

But the visits turned out to be worthwhile if only because of the key to my aunt's house. One of my cousins had a spare and gave it to me, saying that as my aunt had been one of those people who never threw anything away, she knew that up in the loft there were still some things from my childhood visits, that I might like to go through them, see if there was anything I wanted to keep as a memento.

I couldn't imagine there would be, but having access to the empty house might be useful for Mandy and I, so I accepted it gratefully.

I made sure I got back to the motel in time to watch Mandy putting Champ through his paces, hoping that whatever it was that had stirred him up the previous evening wouldn't do so again. In fact he was superb, maybe it was just because there were a couple of other teams working, some sort of innate competitiveness, whatever the reason, I felt sure the performance the pair of them gave that evening would have won any show in the country.

I watched the way she directed him, using her legs as well as her hands, using the tight grip she had of his flanks to control both him and the rise and fall of her body. And I found myself responding to the thought of her riding me just as skilfully, controlling her rise and fall on my cock just as precisely.

But of course the fact that there were other riders there meant Mandy and I couldn't use the stable as we had the previous evening, and I was even more disappointed when I understood from the discreet signals she gave me that for some reason she couldn't get away to visit me in my room either.

I understood why a little later. In the faint hope I had misunderstood Mandy's signals I stayed out on the balcony after she took Champ back into the stable for his rub-down and feed. When she finally reappeared she was with another girl and when she looked up and saw I was still there she gave me a resigned shrug of her shoulders, then the two of them headed off in the direction of her house.



Chapter 3

Ros

Resigning myself to a long evening of fairly boring television I went down to the restaurant for dinner. It must have been a quiet night for the motel, apart from myself there were only a couple of what looked like travelling salesmen and as I didn't fancy what I guessed would turn into a boozy night at the local pub I took a table well away from them on the other side of the room. The waitress, as always, gave me a friendly smile and was her usual chatty self when she brought the menu and then my meal, but a little later, after the other two men had left and she brought my coffee she paused, standing on the other side of the table.

'Mandy's a lovely rider isn't she Rob.'

'Pardon?'

'Mandy, she's a lovely rider. I couldn't help noticing you've been watching her from the balcony.'

'Yes, yes she is. And the horse is superb too.'

'Ah yes - takes two to tango - or do anything else, doesn't it.' she answered with a cheeky smile. 'Are you into horses?'

'Not really.'

'Just Mandy. Oops! I should say Mandy's, Mandy's horse I mean.' she added with a wicked grin.

For once I found myself lost for words. Did she know what Mandy and I had been up to? How? What was it to her? But while I was still trying to sort out a safe response, she saved me the effort.

'It's all right. Good luck to her I say, there's bloody little to choose from here, in the way of men I mean.' She paused for a moment, staring into my eyes, as though looking for an answer to something she wasn't quite sure how to put into words. Maybe she saw it, maybe she just found the nerve, but again before I had a chance to respond she said. 'I suppose you'll be visiting some more of your relatives this evening.'

'No, just watching a bit of TV I suppose. Unless you have a better suggestion.'

'Not really, there's not much to do around here, apart from the pub. Then everyone in town gets to know what you're up to. TV's all right, when you've got a bit of company. And something to do during the commercial breaks. If you know what I mean.'  

I did and for the first time I took a proper look at her, my eyes drifting down from her face, noting the mature curves of her breasts and hips, then looked up again, to see a slightly anxious look in her eyes. I gave her a warm smile and saw the look turn to one of relieved and genuine pleasure when I said. 'I've got some scotch in my room, you might like to join me for a drink when you've finished here.'

'A drink would be nice, something else would be even better. Enjoy your coffee, then give me half an hour or so to clear up down here.'

'Sounds great. By the way, you obviously know mine already but what's your name?'

'Ros. But you can call me Randy if you like.' she added, flashing that wicked grin at me before turning and heading for the kitchen.

I watched her go, admiring her well-rounded bottom, noting that what I could see of her legs looked good, slim ankles and shapely calves, and hoping that the rest of her was as well proportioned. And also wondering if every woman in the town was as apparently sex-starved as the two I'd already met.

The fact that the faint knock on the door came after less than the half hour she'd said it would take her, tended to confirm my thoughts about her being a bit sex-starved, at least that was what I hoped. I let her in, closed the door behind her and used the next few seconds to take a good look at her.

She looked different out of her uniform, even better. She'd obviously used some of the time to re-do her make-up and hair, which now fell in thick dark waves to well past her shoulders. Her simple white blouse was more than generously filled and as my eyes lingered there and I tried to imagine the actual breasts that were making it bulge so prominently I felt a tingle of anticipation run through me. My eyes finally slipped lower, to the plain denim skirt, and though her waist wasn't as tiny as Mandy's and her hips were fuller too, for a mature woman, everything looked in excellent proportion, and I began to really look forward to exploring every inch of her.




Rider Ch. 01-05



'Sit down, take the weight off your feet. Let me get you that drink. You've probably earned it.'

'Actually, as you saw from the dining-room tonight, things were pretty quiet today. It's often like that mid-week. I was hoping it would be, so I could get a chance to talk to you, it's difficult when I'm busy.'

'You often chat-up guests then.' I responded with a smile as I handed her the drink.

'Not often, no. But if there's a really sexy looking guy, on his own, why not. It's a short life.'

'So make it a gay one.'

'I'm not really turned on by them, I prefer my men to be straight, straight and hard.'

We both laughed and as I took a sip of my drink she went on. 'Actually I was going to try to get talking to you last night, but you didn't even seem know I was there. You were in a bit of a rush, seemed distracted, and later, when I saw Mandy going upstairs, I understood why.' she said with a knowing smile. Adding. 'You don't waste much time either, do you.'

So we hadn't been as careful as I thought we'd been, I thought to myself as I answered. 'It was just pure chance Ros, pure chance.'

'I don't blame either of you, she's a gorgeous girl, not just good looking, but a really nice person too. And you looked particularly suave yesterday, in that suit I mean, enough to knock any country girl over.'

'Is there anything that people in this town don't notice?'

'Not much, no. But it's no different to any other small town in that way. You have to remember that we don't have as many things to distract us as you do in the city, so small things stand out more.' She took a mouthful of her drink then added with a tight smile. 'Not that yours is a small thing, if I saw what I thought I saw yesterday evening.'

'What?' I responded uncomprehendingly.

'When you got up to leave, the bulge in your pants was rather prominent. Of course it might have been just the key to your room.' she added with a grin. 'But later, combining that with the fact that you'd been so preoccupied with something during the meal, then seeing Mandy creeping around, made me feel sure it was what I thought it was. I was right wasn't I?'

'Mmm, I suppose it could have been. I hadn't realised it was so noticeable.'

'It's difficult for a man to hide it when it's up and ready. And let me tell you, that's one thing that's guaranteed to turn this particular lady on very quickly. Especially if it's as impressive as yours looked to be. But it was pretty frustrating, having to carry on working, with the thought of the two of you up here. I found myself getting very jealous of Mandy, thinking of her getting exactly what I could have done with myself.'

I got up out of my chair. 'Well we can't have that, frustration and jealousy are both equally bad for a person. We'll have to see what we can do to get rid of them for you.

Finished with your glass?' I asked.

Her dark eyes stared up into mine, she nodded, handed it to me and I turned, put them both on the nearby table then turned back, pulled her to her feet, took her in my arms and kissed her.

Mandy was a lithe, more than enthusiastic teen-ager, the woman I had in my arms just then was mature, her body more voluptuous, but from the way she returned my kiss, certainly no less eager, and knew exactly how to go about getting what she wanted.

Her fingers dug into my buttocks and as she pulled me hard against herself her pelvis ground against mine, and I felt my cock immediately responding to her. But after only a minute or two of that she broke from my arms, pushing me away from herself.

'Get your things off. I want to see you.' she panted, as she quickly began to undress herself, and as we did we each avidly watched the other, both curious and excited to find out exactly what lay beneath what the other was wearing.

Her body certainly wasn't disappointing, in fact I couldn't keep my eyes off her breasts as she undid the buttons down the front of her blouse and I saw just how much firm, creamy flesh there was beneath it, how her bra cups strained to hold it from spilling out. But I had to wait while she slipped out of her shoes and skirt before she unfastened the bra, and by the time she'd done that I was down to my underpants and I saw that her eyes were in turn fixed on the steadily growing bulge inside them. So, almost as though we'd synchronised our timing, just as I slipped them down, freeing my cock, she slid the straps off her shoulders, releasing her magnificent breasts.

We must have stood staring at each other for several, very long seconds, my eyes feasting on the rich, still firmly thrusting globes, crowned with large, dark red circles, each centred with an even darker, already stiffening nipple. And as I drank in the sight of her and imagined burying my face in the deep valley between those lush globes I felt my cock jerking strongly upwards, and knew she was staring at it, staring just as hard as I was at her.

Finally dragging my eyes away from her breasts I looked down; down past the curve of her hips and the gentle swell of her stomach, pausing at the thick but neatly trimmed mat of black, crinkly hair that covered the sensual mound at the apex of her legs, then on down the long tapering legs, the strong, still smoothly rounded thighs, then the shapely calves and slim ankles I had noticed earlier.

All in all she was a gorgeous woman, her body ripe, sensual, made for love-making. And so I let my eyes travel equally slowly back up, enjoying every inch, until I found myself staring into a pair of dark, in that light almost black eyes. Eyes that smiled and at the same time also reflected the excitement the sight of me had aroused within her.

'Beautiful Ros! Quite beautiful!' I said with obvious sincerity.

'Thank you. You have a very good body too, and you're even more impressively equipped than I thought you were.' she answered with a slightly tense smile, dropping her eyes as she added. 'And I'm delighted to see that something about me brings it up to attention like that.'

I followed the direction of her gaze and saw what she meant. Although still not fully erect, my cock still made a fairly impressive picture. The veins along the shaft were already swollen and knotted, the head a shiny, plum-red colour, and as it was still working up to its full size, it was slowly rising, lifting itself higher in a series strong, throbbing jerks.

'Apart from everything else, it's your breasts, they're awesome, breathtaking.'

'Ah yes, they're usually what get the guys going. I guess you'd like to nuzzle them, wouldn't you.'

'Very much.' I answered hoarsely.

'Come to Momma then.' she answered, as she sat down on the end of the bed and patted the space beside her.

The period of time that followed was like something out of a dream. From the way Ros had invited, and then held me there, I felt sure she was getting almost as much pleasure from what I was doing as I was myself. A thought that seemed to be confirmed when I found her nipples quickly lengthening, stiffening and feeling more leathery each time I took them between my lips.

I don't know how long I stayed buried between those heavenly peaks, feeling the warm, yielding flesh enfolding me, surfacing every now and then to fondle and nuzzle first one then the other, before returning down into the lush, enticing valley between them. But after what seemed an absolute age my reverie was interrupted by a softly whispered suggestion that offered even more delightful sensations.

'Wouldn't you like to slip that gorgeous cock up between them for a bit?'

With my face still buried, my answering - 'Oh God yes!' - was muffled, but the speed of my actions would have left no doubt in her mind as to my eagerness to take her up on the suggestion.

I didn't realise until I stood up just how much I'd drooled over her breasts, at first I couldn't understand why the areas around the nipples and even the inner curves were so shiny, then I realised the glossy sheen had been caused by my own saliva, and that and the pre-cum coating my cock-head provided more than enough lubricant for the delights that followed.

Bending my knees slightly brought my cock down to the right height and when she created a channel between them by supporting her breasts with her hands, I pushed my hips forward, sliding my cock up into it. As I began to slowly thrust and withdraw she increased the friction by pressing those firm pillows of flesh tighter together and, with her head bent low, on each forward stroke was able to flick the tip of my cock with her tongue, the combination sending rising waves of excitement coursing through me.

The feelings were so unbelievably good that the temptation to keep going was almost overwhelming and although it appeared from the expression on her face that Ros was getting almost as much pleasure as I was, I didn't want to risk missing out on the even greater thrills in store for both of us, by climaxing too soon. So, when I felt the seething mass inside starting to rise I reluctantly pulled back, bending to kiss her before easing her further up the bed. As she lay back, she bent and spread her legs wide, then, slipping her hands under her arse, lifted herself, offering her pussy up to me.

I got down on my knees and pushed my head up between her thighs, feeling the soft warmth of her skin brushing my cheek and, as I got closer, the scent of her sex filling my nostrils. She sighed softly as she felt my breath on her already puffy, pouting pussy-lips, then moaned as my tongue began to lightly lick over and between them. I took my time, slowly progressing from quick and light to longer, more powerful licks and only later interspersing those with little nibbling sucks with my lips.

It wasn't long before I felt her body beginning to react more strongly, the muscles in her thighs and belly contracting as spasms of pleasure rippled outwards from where my mouth, tongue and lips worked their magic on her sex. Her clitoris soon grew to become a swollen ridge of flesh protruding through the surrounding mat of hair and each time my tongue flashed over it I drew a sharp cry of pleasure from her and when, from time to time I sucked her ever more freely flowing juices from her she heaved herself upwards against my mouth, moaning loudly at the intensity of the feelings I was generating.

Then I felt her actual climax beginning, a series of rippling, rolling, waves surging through her entire body, and as she rode each crest she gripped my head more and more tightly, forcing my mouth hard up against herself then clamping her thighs tightly around my head, holding me against her pulsating sex as the deep surging spasms continued.

In time, as the waves gradually lessened, subsiding from enormous ocean rollers to more gentle, shore-line breakers, her grip relaxed and I was able to move. The pressure inside of her may have been reduced but mine had only been increased even more by the sight, feel and smell of her reactions and so by then my cock felt almost red hot.

Ros still had her hands underneath her arse, her pussy still raised, as though begging me to fill it. I looked up at her face, her eyes were closed, a tense smile of satisfaction on her lips, then, looking down again, at what lay at the apex of her wide-spread thighs, I took my cock in hand and pushed it forward, slipping it between her wetly gaping pussy-lips and then with a powerful heave, forced it deep into the heart of her already sopping cunt.

Her eyes flew open and she gave a gasp of surprise as she felt me driving into her, stretching her wide, plunging deep, filling her completely and I heard myself give a long drawn out cry of relief as the slick tightness sent thrills coursing through me. 'Oh God! Rob that's so good - so unbelievably good! Now fuck me! Please, fuck me hard!'

And that's just what I did. My actions were primitive, almost savage but it was obvious from both her deep grunts of pleasure and the reactions of her body that she liked it like that. But even so, after a few dozen strokes she let me know that she liked something else even better.

At first, when she pushed herself further up the bed, letting my cock slip out of her, I didn't know what she was doing, but then she turned over, got on to her hands and knees and, with her legs spread wide and her arse shoved high, looked back over her shoulder and urged me on again by saying.

'Do it to me this way Rob - as hard as you like!'

Getting around behind her I felt up between her legs and she started moaning again as I fondled her for a few seconds, her juices coating my fingers and my re-entry of her made easier by the slippery wetness of her pussy. Having got my cock back inside it I used both hands to splay her cheeks, then drove up into her, feeling her arse rising higher as I plunged deep into the very heart of her.

Although the pressure inside me was enormous, I was still able to savour and enjoy each moment. Even though she was so wet she was still a deliciously tight fit, her cunt gripping my delving cock from end to end as it stroked powerfully in and out. And so, as I held her steady by gripping her hips really hard, I was overwhelmed by the thrilling delights I was getting from the feel of her slick tightness.

In some strange way I had almost forgotten Ros, certainly I heard her regular and rising groans of pleasure each time I drove into her and of course I was keenly aware of the pleasures and thrills she was in turn giving me. But Ros as Ros had somehow dissolved into an extension of myself, my cock, as though the power of the act had melded it and her cunt, and through them, us, into one single being.

But then after what seemed an age of blissful fucking, I became aware of a change in her reactions to my long, steady strokes, I realised that her sex was contracting even more strongly and that her cries had a deeper more urgent sound to them - signs that she was approaching yet another orgasm. So, holding her even more tightly, I speeded up my thrusts, hearing the regular 'slapping' sound as my body smacked harder against her arse-cheeks and feeling the bruising pleasure as my balls whacked against the backs of her thighs.

Faster and faster I went as I heard and felt her getting closer and closer to her release, until finally she let out an incredible wail of ecstasy and her entire body began to convulse with the force of her climax.

Whereas her earlier one had been like a series of breaking waves, this one was as though a single, gigantic tidal wave had totally engulfed her and as I continued pounding into her I felt her being carried higher and higher by the sheer intensity of it, her keening wail reverberated around the room as she surrendered herself to its full intensity.

When at last the force of it had passed she slumped weakly, helplessly held up only by the strength of my hold of her and, as the impact of her climactic orgasm lessened further and I found to my amazement and delight that I was still nowhere near finished, I returned to my original, slow strokes, giving her time to recover a little from the totally draining effect of what had ripped through her.

Even as I waited for her to recover, from some part of my memory I saw her as she had been a few short minutes before, on her hands and knees, her arse thrust high and heard her voice, repeating the last words she had actually said to me. 'Do it to me this way Rob - as hard as you like!'

'This way.' I repeated to myself as I looked down at her wide spread arse cheeks and the tightly wrinkled hole between them - 'This way.' Had she actually wanted me inside that dark opening I wondered.

As I looked down at it, I found that just the thought of having my cock inside that even tighter entrance produced a surge that gave my overworked cock a new lease of life. I had no worry that I might hurt her, I could feel how relaxed her body was after the double orgasm she had just experienced and guessed how slick my cock must be after being steeped in her freely flowing secretions. There would never be a better time, and perhaps that was what she had actually wanted me to do to her in the first place?

Those thoughts actually took only split second to zip through my mind and regardless of the actual meaning of what she had said, given the way I was feeling right then, the mere sight of her enticing arse was more than enough.

In actual fact, without more than that quick moment of consideration, on the next back-thrust I pulled the head out of her still spasming pussy-lips and up into the furrow between her wide-spread arse-cheeks, transferring and spreading her own fluids as well as those that had been oozing from my cock.

Using my thumb to open the tight grip of the muscles there, I immediately followed it with my cock-head. That first, small gain was difficult, if my cock hadn't been as hard and as slippery as it was I might not have got into her, but as I pushed steadily forward I felt the tight muscles around her arse relaxing and with a single thrust I forced her open and then with another, slid deeper.

I both heard and felt Ros's reaction to my intrusion into her body by that entrance, she let out a loud, deep-throated protest. 'Nooo!' But, at the same time she shoved her arse even harder back at me, the muscles down her back flexing as she seemed to be trying to both relax and also impale herself on the rigid length of my cock. I assumed her cry was just an involuntary reaction to my entry, and that her body's was her true response to what she actually wanted.

The oily tightness of her arse created delicious thrills, the narrow tunnel expanding just enough for my cock and as I ploughed on, even further down inside, its lining shrank back around my shaft almost like a second skin, triggering a constant series of pleasure-shocks that made my entire body shudder as they rippled right through me.

Then, all too soon, I felt the familiar heavy surge welling up from deep inside myself and knew that any minute the seething mass that had been accumulating in my balls would fountain up through me. As my deeper, more primal needs took over I felt the pace of my actions increasing and looked down to see my cock thrusting even faster in and out of her. I felt sweat dripping from me as I rode her even more furiously, my balls shrunk tightly up beneath my pistoning shaft as I repeatedly slammed myself against the hard curve of her buttocks. And just then I heard Ros give a high wail of pleasure, signalling the start of yet another climax for her.

Then it began, that mind-blowing rush as my entire body seemed to concentrate all its force behind the contractions that would blast my semen deep inside her, that momentary pause as somewhere it's loaded and then the exhilaration as the body fires it off.

Just as I felt Ros reacting to her own powerful inner contractions and heard her shriek of pleasure go up off the scale, I felt the first scalding jet of semen rip through me and explode into her.

We became like two wild things, while I was pounding it into her, my cock spouting hot, thick jets into her she was heaving herself backwards on to it, trying to force it even deeper, making sure she drained every last drop from me.

When we were both finally spent she collapsed down on to the bed, taking me down with her and we lay there, our hearts racing, both gasping for breath, our sweat sticky bodies completely exhausted.

Later, when we had at least regained our breath I heard her mumbling indistinctly into the bedclothes and rolling off her I snuggled close and asked her what she had said.

'I said, that felt as though you hadn't had any for months. It's hard to believe you were fucking Mandy only yesterday. Are you always that potent?'

'It depends a lot on the woman Ros. You're a very sexy lady.'

'Thank you sir, she said, very gratefully, I might add. Whatever the cause, that really was something else, this is one very well fucked woman. I could do with a regular repeat of that. Do you make house calls?' she added with a cheeky giggle.




Rider Ch. 01-05



'I'm afraid about the best I can offer at the moment is to get you another drink.'

'Then I'll just have to make do with that, won't I - well, at least for the time being.'

I took the opportunity to go into the bath-room and rinse the rapidly congealing mess off my shrinking cock and balls, then with a towel wrapped around my waist, returned with a damp cloth and a hand towel so she could do the same to her pussy while I fixed the drinks. She propped herself up with the pillows and pulled the coverlet up over her legs, but I was delighted to see she left her breathtaking breasts uncovered and, having seen how hard it was for me to tear my eyes away from them, she gave me a knowing smile as I handed her a drink.

'They really get to you, don't they Rob.'

'Yes, they're beautiful.' I mumbled as I sat down on the edge of the bed beside her.

'And you're not only magnificently equipped, you're psychic too.'

'Psychic? What do you mean?'

'Knowing that right then, towards the end I mean, I wanted it up my arse.'

'You like it that way.'

'Only when I'm as turned on as you'd got me. Normally it's not very good, and with someone as big as you are it would usually be out of the question. But you'd got me so wound up, and at the same time got my body so relaxed, that right then it was exactly what I wanted. As I said, you must be psychic.'

'The temptation was just too strong, in that position, looking down at it.'

'Was it winking at you?' she asked with a chuckle.

'Almost. Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed it that way as much as I did.'

'Yes it certainly felt as though it was good for you. It's been a while since I've felt a man come as powerfully as you did. But then you'd hung on for a lot longer than most blokes are able to. That really got me going, I'd expected you to come a couple of times before you actually did. Right at the start, when you were fucking my breasts, I half expected you to shoot all over them then.'

'I damn nearly did Ros.'

'I actually like that, so next time, if you fancy it, I'll give you a taste of what I think of as my speciality, if you like it as much as I think you will you can really let yourself go. And as you'll find out, I get a bit of a bonus out of it. But all the same, I'm glad you didn't this time.

But then after that, I never imagined you'd be able to hold out longer than me, I was sure you'd come inside my pussy. When I felt mine coming on and you still hadn't, well, I actually began to wonder if you were ever going to.'

'I'm glad I didn't disappoint you.'

'Oh, you certainly didn't disappoint me Rob. You're a good-looking guy and I guessed you were well hung, but I never dreamed you'd be such an incredibly good lover too. If you were even half as good with her, Mandy must have wondered what hit her.'  

'I admit she didn't register any complaints.' I responded with a grin.

'I bet she didn't. So, what's she like in bed?'

For a second or two I didn't know whether to answer or not. But then knowing how women talk amongst themselves; discussing their love lives, comparing lovers, and recognising that in a small town there was even more likelihood that everyone knew just about everything there was to know about everyone else, I figured, why not.

'In four words - talented, enthusiastic, flexible - delightful.'

'Experienced?'

'Somewhat.'

'Experimental?'

'I should think so.'

It was her next question that really floored me. 'Would she go for a threesome? Would you?'

Even as she asked the second part of the question I found that my head had instantly filled with the most incredible images. Images of Mandy and Ros together, together with me, in the most mind-blowing positions.



Chapter 4

Showers

Ros gave me a while to think about her question before asking. 'Well, what do you think?'

'I - I don't know. I hadn't thought. Does the idea appeal to you? You like it both ways?'

'With the right girl, yes, but especially when it's also with the right man. I mean, apart from anything else about him, a man who doesn't blow his wad just by looking, a man who can hold on, as you obviously can.

So, does it appeal to you?'

'Oh yes, it certainly appeals to me.'

'Why not see how she feels, you never know, young girls who are just discovering their bodies can turn out to be very experimental.'

'As you've obviously found out from experience.'

'Some, not a lot, that's something I have been very careful about. I don't mind the people in town knowing I'm usually on the look-out for a clean, good-looking but especially, well hung male, that can work to my advantage. But the other side of me - that's best kept to a few close, very close friends.'

'I'm flattered that you trust me that much already.'

'I'm usually a pretty good judge of people Rob. You strike me as a thoroughly decent guy. I don't think I'll be proved wrong about that. I certainly hope not, or I might have to move out.' she added with a grin.

'So, think about it, if you get the right opportunity, ask her, discreetly of course. You never know, you might be surprised.'

'I don't think anything about this town could surprise me again Ros. I came down for a funeral and a bit of a break. I end up with two of the sexiest women I've ever met, anywhere. If things go on like this, I'll need time off work to recuperate from my holiday.'

'What a way to go though! Talking of which, I'd better be getting myself ready to go right now. I need my beauty sleep, especially if the nights are going to get a bit hectic.' she added as she finished what was left of her drink then slid out of bed and, with a wiggle of her gorgeous bum, disappeared into the bath-room.

After she'd gone I sat, slowly sipping a night-cap before going to bed, then slept solidly right through until some time after dawn, when the vivid dreams of coiled and inter-locked bodies woke me, with a hard-on that simply refused to go down until I went and stood under the stinging spray of a cold shower.

As though it was a sign of things to come, when I came out of the shower and took a look out of the window I found to my dismay that it was pouring with rain and as it looked as though it had been doing that for quite some time I thought the weather was going to wreck my plans for the day with Mandy. But by the time I went down for breakfast the rain had stopped, then the sun broke through the clouds and apart from the large puddles left behind, it appeared set for another fine day.

Because I was meeting Mandy I went down for breakfast earlier than I usually did and got a surprised look and a quick, saucy - 'Couldn't you sleep?' - from Ros as she went bustling past me with a tray of food. Whether it was because of her 'beauty sleep' or from what I'd done for her, she seemed even brighter than usual, her face literally glowed and her eyes sparkled mischievously.

'So who are you up so early, I mean, what are you up to today.' she asked in a low voice when she came to take my order.

Quickly deciding that in the circumstances a half-truth was both better and easier to give than the whole, I smiled up at her and answered. 'Actually, sorting out some of my old stuff, at my aunt's house.'

'Are you seeing, our friend, this evening?'

'Probably, but I'm not sure.'

'You'll be in for dinner?'

'Almost definitely.'

'If you are seeing her, maybe you'll get a chance to find out what we talked about. If not, well I'm sure you'll find something else to do.' She paused, her eyes smiling down into mine from beneath arched eye-brows, then gave me a cheekily questioning grin as she asked in a more normal voice. 'So, what do you fancy, sir?' The grin quickly turned into a far more smouldering expression as I mouthed the single word - 'You!' - before asking for some eggs and bacon.

I suppose that given the amount of energy I'd used the previous day I shouldn't have been surprised at how hungry I was and as I expected to be equally active that day I took the opportunity to really stoke up. But as I ate I kept one eye on the time, I wanted to get to the agreed pick-up spot before Mandy was due to get there and when I really couldn't eat any more I gave Ros a smile and a wink and went to get the car.

Although I hadn't specifically remembered the lane that ran down the side of the Post Office when Mandy said that was where we should meet, as soon as I pulled into it memories flooded back. I had ridden down it many times as a kid, on one of my cousins' bikes. Many years earlier it had probably been quite busy but had fallen into disuse long before I'd got to know it.

It led to what was no more than a track, a track that wound up the side of a creek, climbing up into the surrounding hills, past a place where there had been a fairly large saw mill, then higher, into the forest, branching into a series of probably now overgrown tracks, down which the felled logs used to be hauled.

It was not only a good spot to meet, it was perfect route out of town and led to exactly the kind of countryside we were looking for, out-of-the-way and most importantly, secluded.

I parked, got the old blanket out of the boot and so Mandy could make a quick entry, left the rear door slightly open, then, with my eyes glued to the rear-view mirror, sat waiting for her. It couldn't have been more than five minutes or so before I saw her appear at the corner, she saw the car, took a quick, almost furtive look around her then turned and a couple of seconds later she was in and having pulled the blanket over her, lay down on the floor.

'I'm O.K. Rob, let's go. Straight ahead, then follow the gravel road.' she said in a muffled whisper as I turned on the ignition.

'Up past the old saw mill you mean.' I answered.

'Yes. You know that road?'

'You forget, I used to come here as a kid, I used to cycle up this way lots of times. The saw mill was a great place to explore.'

'There's not much left of it now, so nobody goes up there, not even the kids, that's why I thought it would be a good place for us to leave the car. I thought we'd go for a walk up over the hill, I've got some sandwiches and stuff for us. Mum couldn't understand why I was putting so much food together.' she giggled. 'I said some of it was for my friend. Of course she thought I meant Sandra, we do that sometimes, and as I didn't say anything else I didn't actually have to tell a lie.'

Once we'd left the last of the houses behind I stopped and let Mandy out of hiding, helping myself to an eyeful of her body as I gave her a hand in getting out of the back of the car. As we settled into the front seats and she saw how my eyes lingered, her cheeks coloured and she gave me a nervous smile, then urged me to get the car even further away from the town. We drove in silence for a while and I needed most of my concentration to negotiate the poorly maintained gravel track. Most but not all, whenever we came across a more level section I found myself looking out of the corner of my eyes, catching glimpses of the curve of her breasts or the way the cotton fabric of her college uniform outlined the long, slim line of her legs.

After we'd gone a fair way out of town and as a way of breaking the growing silence I asked her what had happened the previous evening, and she explained that one of her friends who normally rode at another training centre, which was closed for a few days while they did some repairs, had come around and her Mother had said she should come back for dinner with them. 'I'm sorry but I just couldn't get away Rob, and Mum insisted she do that while they're doing the work, so I won't be able to see you for the next few evenings.' she added miserably.

'That's all right, I understand - we've got all day today together Mandy.'

'I know, it's lovely, but I would much rather have been with you than having a meal with her. I can't tell you how excited I've got every time I had time to think about it and I haven't been able to stop thinking about the previous evening. How quickly it all happened, how you looked, the things you did to me and the way you made me feel. It was all simply wonderful.'

'For me too Mandy.'

'Truly?'

'Truly, you're one very attractive, and very, very sexy girl.'

'I've been feeling sexy ever since, I just can't seem to stop it. Even at school, when I think I'm concentrating on the work, I suddenly find myself actually thinking about some part of the evening. Sometimes the way you looked, standing up there on the balcony, sometimes the look in your eye as you looked at me, sometimes the way it felt when you touched me, when I touched you, and even about how it felt when you were actually inside me.' She was sitting with her hands lightly clasped in her lap but as she reminded herself of the various feelings she'd experienced she gave a sudden shiver and drew her hands tightly down against herself.

'How about you, have you been thinking about those things too?'

'Of course I have.' I answered truthfully.

'Last night, when you were disappointed I couldn't come up to see you?'

'Especially then.' I answered less truthfully.

Luckily, just then the old saw mill came into sight and I was able to change the subject before her questions and my answers became too complicated.

'We can leave the car over there, behind what's left of the timber shed, there's a flat bit of ground there and the car will be out of sight, though I can't imagine anyone else coming up this way.'

Having parked it and got out I had my first real opportunity of actually getting a good look at her, the light cotton dress was quite smart for a college uniform and certainly did nothing to disguise her shapely figure beneath it. So when she said she was going to get changed I suggested she leave that until later. 'I actually like the way you look now.' I said, unable to tear my eyes away from the tantalising curves.

'If you like.' she replied quietly as she saw how I continued to stare at her, adding in the same low tone. 'What did you have in mind?'

Right then my mind was filled with thoughts of slowing undoing the buttons that ran all the way down the front of the uniform, uncovering what was beneath it, removing it, kissing and fondling every inch of her unblemished flesh and then making violent love to her. Instead of putting those actual thoughts into words I answered. 'Let's go for that walk you suggested, up the hill, there used to be a great view from up there.'

'Yes there still is.' she answered as she reached out and took my hand in hers.

The overnight rain had left the air clean and sweet smelling and I breathed deeply as we set off up the narrow path that led up the hill. But by the time we reached the crest I was panting for breath, though Mandy seemed as fresh as when we'd started. Most of my shortness of breath was certainly due to the steepness of the track, but some of it could also be attributed to the fact that the uniform, to my eyes at least, seemed designed to flaunt her youthful body, rather than disguise or even simply cover it.

I couldn't decide which was the most provocative, when she was climbing beside me and I could see the upswept curves of her breasts in profile. Or when she scrambled up ahead of me and I could see up under her skirt, see her strong yet slender thighs, and occasionally, as she clambered up a more steep section, the start of the firm swell of her bottom. Then, because I'd been busy enjoying all that and I was running short of breath from the climb, she reached the top of the rise ahead of me, and having reached it, quite naturally stood for a few moments to admire the view. And so did I.

The sun at that moment was immediately ahead of her, and so worked like a gigantic spotlight, its beam shining through the uniform and creating a perfect silhouette of her body.

In spite of the exertion of the climb, the tantalising glimpses I'd had during it, coupled with the knowledge that we had the whole day ahead of us, had naturally kept my cock semi aroused. So when I stopped for breath and saw the outline of shapely body I shouldn't have been as surprised as I was to feel myself getting a full-blown erection.

Becoming uncomfortably aware of what was happening I moved forward, up the last steep section, stood beside her and put one arm around her waist. Taking a few moments to catch my breath, then said. 'It's absolutely beautiful isn't it. It's well worth the climb.'

'Mmm, yes it is.' she answered, snuggling closer.

But why were you so determined to race me?'

'I wasn't racing you Rob. It's just that I, well, I was trying to burn off some of what I'm feeling.'

'What do you mean?'

'Oh, you know, what we were saying before. I mean it's obvious isn't it. We're out here, alone. How do you expect me to feel?'

'You mean you were feeling sexy?'

'Very.'

'Still?'

'Still!'

I didn't waste any more words - I simply pulled her, almost roughly into my arms and clamped my lips to hers. And she responded instantly, her tongue swirling around mine as she ground herself against me, her fingers digging deep into the cheeks of my arse as she pulled me hard up against herself, and felt the hard length of my cock pressing against her thigh.

'You too!' she gasped excitedly as we broke for air.

'As you can feel.'

'Do it now!'

I did just that, unzipping my trousers and freeing my cock as she pulled the skirt of her uniform up around her waist and tugged the crotch of her panties to one side. I had time for a quick glimpse of the blonde fur covering her mound, and then I backed her up against the nearest tree and fucked her, as I needed to, and as I knew she wanted me to, fast and hard.

She made hoarse whimpering sounds as I thrust up into her and I wasn't sure whether they were caused by the urgency of her need or the roughness of the bark her bottom was being ground up against each time. But it was clear from the way her fingers gripped me, urging me to go even harder, faster, that I was giving her exactly what she wanted.

I wished I'd had the same staying power as I'd demonstrated to Ros the previous evening, at least been able to keep going for even half that time. But, perhaps because the circumstances were so completely different, the time and place of the fuck so unexpected, it wasn't to be. After just a few minutes of excruciatingly exciting thrusting in and out of her incredibly tight little pussy I felt the rush approaching. Felt my balls tighten as the pressure inside them neared criticality, and as that pressure rose even higher, I thrust deeper, almost winding her as I forced her harder back against the unyielding tree.

Then Mandy grunted and clutched me even tighter with both her arms and, as the start of her own climax suddenly gripped her, with her pussy, and that was the spark that triggered my first blast.

I felt it searing up through me, then heard myself let out a loud guttural roar as that first load seared up the pistoning shaft and blasted deep into her cunt. It was quickly followed by an equally powerful second, then another, another and still yet another. 

From her almost savage reactions I knew her own orgasm was just as powerful as mine, and when my cock had finally finished pumping the force of our mutual climaxes left us hanging on to each other for support.

Later, when we'd both recovered from the almost mindlessly urgent need that had overtaken us both, we walked hand in hand back down to the car, taking a longer, less vertical route, and at first in a semi-stunned silence.

Once I'd started to recover from the shock of what we had experienced I was initially a bit concerned that someone might see us. A school-girl and an older man out walking together on a school-day would be hard enough to explain, in a small community, it would be impossible. But then the chance of anyone else being where we were was well nigh impossible, so I relaxed and enjoyed the surroundings, the feel of Mandy's hand in mine, and the after-glow of the truly amazing fuck we'd had.




Rider Ch. 01-05



In time we began chatting, she wanted to know about my job and life the city, and then we compared that with her life in the country, sometimes reminding me of things I had once known but long since forgotten.

Although surrounded by forest from time to time we had a clear view of the sky and noticed that the clouds that had earlier brought rain were reforming threateningly again. So, remembering I had the key to my aunt's place I suggested that rather than heading for wherever she'd had in mind for us, we go there. And it was just as well that we did, even as we got back into the car a few drops were falling and by the time I pulled into the drive the rain was coming down in almost solid sheets. So heavily that in just the short time it took to grab her things from the car and make a dash for the front door, we both got absolutely drenched.

Having shut out the weather, we stood in the hall, water beginning to pool around our feet. Her uniform wasn't designed to be worn in such drenching rain, the thin cotton had become semi-transparent and clung to her like a second skin. 

'Although the effect is terrific, I think you'd better have a hot shower and change out of those things so we can get them dry.' I said as I continued to enjoy the way the material outlined her tantalising curves.

She looked down at herself. 'I see what you mean, it is a bit like a private wet T-shirt show, isn't it.'

'And very nice too. But, as I said, I think a shower and a change of clothes is called for.'

'You sound just like my Mum. But you're right. Where's the bath-room?'

Having collected soap and towels I showed her the way and was about to go and make us a hot drink when she said. 'Aren't you going to have one too?'

'Yes, I was going to get us some tea first.'

'We can do that afterwards. Why waste hot water?'

'Mmm, that's an even better idea!'

'O.K. last one in makes the tea!' she said with a laugh.

The way she'd looked in her clinging uniform had already begun to arouse me, but even so I was amazed at the speed of my response, feeling blood coursing into my cock as I watched her undressing. I had stripped off my own things in record time but then paused for a moment as she stepped under the shower, feeling my cock jerking upwards as I watched the water streaming down over her youthful curves.

She turned, grinning with delight at having beaten me, but then her grin faded and her eyes widened when she saw what was happening to me, saw how quickly it was growing. And when I stepped in beside her she pulled me close, squirming the soft curve of her belly against it as she pulled my head down and kissed me.

When we broke for air I saw that the soap had fallen to the floor and as I turned around and bent to pick it up I felt her hand slip forward between my thighs, brushing against my balls then finding my cock. 'Mmm, I like the feel of that!' she said in a low voice as her fingers closed around it and she felt it immediately responding to her touch.

She must have realised that while she continued doing that I would find it almost impossible to straighten up, so reached her other arm around to continue stimulating my cock and slid the first back down to cup and fondle my balls. 'Now that's even better!' she said, pressing herself closer as my body jerked back against her and my cock surged up to full size.

'Holding it like this makes it possible to remember what it felt like before, when it was inside me.' she said in a low, whispering voice. 'Even though it all happened much too fast I wouldn't have had it any other way. Knowing that at that moment you needed me as much as I needed you was wonderful. You were so strong, so incredibly powerful. And as I said, feeling you in my hand, feeling it throbbing, brings all that back again.'

As she spoke she began slowly moving one hand back and forth, the feel of her encircling fingers sending tingling waves of excited pleasure coursing through me. Waves that even grew higher and stronger when some little time later I felt them slipping right up over the head, stroking it, then rubbing up and down over the super-sensitive rim below.

The sensations she was giving me were so incredible that right then I would have been quite happy if she had wanted to take me all the way to my climax. But she had other ideas and having given my cock a couple of more powerful pumps, I felt her hands slip away. 'I think it's time you did something with that, before it explodes!' she murmured, and as I straightened up she turned completely around and, taking hold of the taps for support, spread her legs wide and bent low.

Water sprayed down on to her back then streamed down through the deep crevice between her smoothly rounded arse-cheeks. The sight, coupled with the thought of her tight, receptive pussy beneath those luscious globes made my already inflamed cock jerk even higher and moving up behind her, I slid my cock between her thighs and guided the head between her pussy-lips.

She was already so aroused that she was almost as wet on the inside as we both were on the outside, so even though my cock was so massively engorged the thick hard length slid smoothly into her. She gave a long drawn out moan as I pushed it deeper, completely filling her, the lining of her pussy gripping it like a second, pulsating skin.

Realising that after what she had already done with her hands I was likely to climax quickly, I tried to hold myself in check, but even though I began slowly I heard my own groans of pleasure mingling with hers as waves of increasingly intense delight coursed through both of us.

The way she was bent stretched her arse cheeks wide apart, exposing the tightly wrinkled hole between them, and even though the thrills I was getting were electrifying I found myself remembering those I'd felt when fucking Ros's arse. Then wondering if Mandy would also enjoy me entering by that route. Then decided to leave that question unanswered until another time.

And just then she began making whimpering, grunting sounds, pushing herself back on to me, as though urging me to move faster, get my cock even deeper. Realising that she must already be building towards a climax I did what she needed me to, thrusting harder and faster.

Even though her pussy had already had me in a firmly squeezing grip, when I took her to a shrieking, shuddering orgasm a minute or two later it seemed to get even tighter. And when I looked down I saw that although the pistoning shaft was well lubricated with her pussy-juices, the friction was so strong it was turning the skin bright red, almost the colour of raw meat.

But right then I had neither the time nor the inclination to concern myself with that, the sensations I was getting from the convulsing contraction wracking her body were sending the pressure inside me sky-high. I felt the familiar draining surge, felt my already aching balls tightening, then two or three thrusts later, felt the dam holding back the churning semen finally burst.

That first load blasted into her so powerfully that its force was enough to trigger a second phase to her orgasm, her cries turning to echoing shrieks, the muscles in her arms and shoulders flexing as her body absorbed the force of my thrusting. Then, as though needing every available drop of fluid to quench the furnace raging inside her, I felt her forcing herself back even harder, her cunt literally sucking my driving cock deeper.

I heard myself roar as waves of excruciating pleasure surged through me and felt the rest of my semen gushing geyser-like from my drum-tight balls. The mass seared up through my wildly ramming cock and in a series of explosively powerful gouts, jetted deep into the heart of her.

The combined force of our climaxes left us both shaking uncontrollably, gasping for breath, struggling like drowning people trying to regain the surface. But when we had finally recovered some semblance of control we slowly soaped, lathered and washed each other, every part of our still trembling bodies receiving the same loving care.

Although neither of us spoke our eyes met frequently and each time they did I saw that hers held a bewildered, almost frightened look, and when we had both rinsed off I dried myself quickly then left her to dress, feeling she needed a few minutes alone.

Later still we prepared some tea to go with the sandwiches she'd brought and although there was a lot of touching and kissing, even then, as we ate and drank, very few words were spoken. Although I didn't know what her thoughts were, I found myself re-living the sensations I'd experienced as her luscious, receptive body took me to that unforgettable climax. 

Chapter 5

Question and Answer

It was Mandy who broke the deepening silence. 'What's wrong with me Rob?'

'What on earth do you mean, wrong with you? There's absolutely nothing wrong with you.'

'There must be. I mean sexually. I must be turning into a nymphomaniac or something.'

Although it was obvious from the worried expression on her face that she was serious, I couldn't suppress a small chuckle at what she'd said.

'What on earth makes you think that?'

'The way I'm feeling. I must be one. I mean, even after what we've already done today, I still want it. Well, you know what I mean, want you again!'

I leaned across the table and took her hand. 'I don't think you're a nymphomaniac Mandy, I just think your sexuality has been fully aroused. It's not unexpected really. How many times have you had sex before?'

'A few times.'

'When was the first time?'

'A couple of years ago now. Why?'

'So, until this week you've had sex a few times in a couple of years. Now you've had it a few times in a couple of days. As I said, you've been sexually awakened, you're becoming aware of your true level of sexuality. Don't worry, that's all it is.'

'But it's no longer just an itch, as it was yesterday and this morning. It's much stronger than that, a much more urgent feeling. I'm feeling the way I imagine junkies do about their dope, as though I have to have it. How long will I go on feeling like this?'

'I can't answer that one for you. But although I think that last session put my cock to sleep for a while, so I won't be able to do everything for you right now, I can at least ease the immediate need in other ways.'

'You mean by sucking my pussy, the way you did in the stable?' she asked eagerly and when I smiled and nodded in reply, she said even more enthusiastically. 'Oh, yes! That was absolutely wonderful! Would you do that for me again, please?'

'It'll be my absolute pleasure.'

'When?'

'Right now.' I answered as I pushed myself away from the table.

'Where shall we go?'

'We'll stay right here.'

'Here?'

'Yep! Just slip out of your jeans and sit on the edge of the table.'

The idea of doing it right there and then made her giggle but she did as I suggested, slipping her jeans and panties off, then positioning her naked bottom right on the edge.

'Now what?'

'Lift your legs up on to my shoulders.' I answered as I knelt on the floor in front of her and as she again did as I asked I took a moment or two to enjoy the sight of her quite adorable pussy, its outer lips still swollen from the pounding it had so recently taken.

Then, as I had the other time I revelled in the feel of the soft, silky warmth of her thighs against my cheeks as I slipped my head up between them.

I slowly kissed and licked my way higher and could tell from the pungent scent of her sex filling my nostrils just how aroused she was, but in spite of that I took my time, teasing her every now and then by pausing, then gently blowing air across her pussy. She gave a series of intermittent sighs and gasps in reaction, then gave a low moan as I finally slid my tongue down into the deep slit between her pouting pussy-lips.

As I steadily increased the speed and power of my licks, nibbles and sucks I felt her body reacting, her muscles contracting as spasms of pleasure rippled out in response to what my tongue was doing for her. And by the time I could see her reddened clitoris poking out from between the mat of blonde pubic hair she was trying to grind herself up against my mouth, making deeper, gurgling sounds of pleasure.

It was only after I'd held her at that level for as long as I thought she could take it that I began to increase the pressure. At first letting my tongue occasionally slip up over the tender ridge, drawing a sharper, louder response from her each time. Then, very gradually increasing the frequency of those almost accidental slips until, as I saw and heard her progressively stronger reactions, I began to lick it a little more precisely. As before, each time my tongue flicked over it she gave a sharp cry of pleasure and as I increased the speed of my tongue her cries became louder and more frequent and I found she was heaving herself high off the table, doing her best to jam her sex hard up against my mouth.

Then, just as I felt her starting to climax I pressed my open mouth hard up against her, slid my tongue up between her pussy-lips and as I poked it in and out as fast as I could, I sucked her hard, tasting and swallowing the acrid sweetness of her strongly flowing pussy juices. She literally screamed with delight, her hands reaching down to grab my head, her thighs clamping around it, holding me hard up against herself as her body was gripped by successive waves of an enormous orgasm.

What surprised me the most was not her reaction to what I had done for her, but my own. In spite of the pounding my cock had already taken I could feel that it had reacted strongly, I may not have had a full erection but from the strength of the uncomfortable feeling between my legs, it wasn't too far off being one.

When she'd settled down a bit I stood up, pressed myself hard up between her spread-eagled legs, leaned down over her and clamped my pussy-soaked lips to hers, snaking my tongue down her throat. Her arms came up around my neck and I felt her long legs twine around behind my back, almost squeezing the life out of me as she pulled me even harder down against herself.

Finally we came up for air and as I looked down into her brilliantly sparkling eyes a grin split her face from ear to ear. 'Sexually awakened he says! It feels to me more like I've been sexually debauched, ravished. And I love it!'

'Your reactions made that pretty obvious.'

'Yes, I wasn't exactly quiet about it was I.' she replied, her eyes sparkling brightly above the beaming grin. 'But then it's all so new to me, I've never had a boy who was prepared to do that for me. It's wonderful!'

'What about a girl, or woman?' I asked, suddenly remembering Ros's suggestion.

'A girl? What do you mean?' she asked, her face colouring as she pushed me up and slipped herself forward until she was sitting on the edge of the table.

'Come on, you know very well what I mean. Many girls do that for each other. Friends stay over, a bit of fun can lead to a bit of an experiment, things happen, it's nice, there's nothing wrong with it.'

'I didn't know lots of girls, I mean ordinary girls did it. I always thought if you did that, that you had to be a, you know, a lesbian.'

Again I couldn't suppress a chuckle at the serious, almost guilty look on her face. 'No Mandy. Just because two girls, or women enjoy pleasing each other it doesn't mean they're lesbians. That's a woman who only enjoys women, exclusively. So, have you?'

The blush deepened and she stared down at the floor, her almost whispered answer barely audible. 'A couple of times. Like you said, when my friend Sandra stayed over or when I went to her place.

It didn't mean anything!' she added as she lifted her head again, an almost desperate look in her eyes.

I put my arm around her shoulders. 'I told you, it's nothing to feel guilty about. Just another form of sexual pleasure. There's no harm in doing it. The question is, did you enjoy it?'

'I suppose so.' Then added more heatedly. 'It was nothing like what you do for me though.'

'That's nice to hear. What about with an older woman, someone more my age?'

'Oh no, never! Just Sandra.'

'Have you ever thought about it? Does the idea appeal to you?'

'You mean with one of the teachers?'

'Maybe. Or perhaps someone else.'

'There was one, the Biology teacher actually.' she said with a trace of a smile returning to her face. 'I really liked her, very much, and sometimes found myself thinking about her in that way, having her hold me, touch me, very, very gently.'

'That's the thing about another woman, she knows from her own experience how best to caress you, much better than a man can.'

'You manage all right.' she replied.

'Again, thank you. But you can understand what I mean.'

'Yes, but why all the interest?'

'I was just wondering if you liked the idea of, well, let's call it a threesome.'

'You mean, you and another girl, woman?'

'Mmm.'

'Seriously?'

'It's entirely up to you.'

'Who? Is it someone I know?'

'Probably.'

'From here then?'

'Mmm.'

'Who is it? You only know your relatives, and I can't think of anyone among them.'

'No, not one of them.'

'Oh shit, tell me who it is Rob!'

'Before I do I need to know that you're at least interested, you're not committing yourself to anything you understand. But as the lady lives here it would be unfair of me to give you a name unless I know you'll at least consider the idea.'

'That's fair. Yes, so long as you are there too.'

'Of course I'll be there.'

'And you like the idea?'

'Yes.'

'I still don't understand how the question even came about. Does she know about you and me?'

'She has a pretty good idea.'

'Is she blackmailing you?' she asked excitedly.

'No!' I said with a laugh. 'Nothing like that. She likes you, and just like me, thinks you're very attractive, and very, very sexy. The idea of being with you excites her, just as it excites me.'

'That's nice. But I still don't understand how you could get around to that kind of talk. Unless.' She paused, her eyes staring deep into mine and slowly the cheeky grin I was beginning to know so well reappeared at the corners of her mouth then spread across her entire face. 'Unless you've been fucking her too. What do they call it? Pillow talk! That's it, pillow talk. You were talking about sex, after you'd finished, I mean after you'd had sex together. That's it, isn't it!' she said triumphantly.  

'Yep, that's just about it Mandy. So, as I said before, do you want to give it a try?'

'O.K. Now who is it? Who else have you been screwing?'

'The waitress at the motel, Ros.'

'Ros Beale. Of course! I've heard some of the guys call her Randy, Randy Ros. But she's nice, well anyway she's always been nice to me. What's she actually like, I mean, in bed?'

'A gentleman never discusses such things.'

'Oh come on - if I'm going to be having sex with the two of you I ought to be able to ask that kind of question.'

'O.K. She's very good. Knows what she likes, knows what turns a man on and is prepared to give as much pleasure as she gets herself. You can't ask for much more than that.'

'True enough. Maybe at the same time I can learn things from her.' she added thoughtfully. 'I mean, to add to the things I'm learning from you.

So, when do we have this orgy?'

'I guess that's more up to you than to us. I don't know what commitments Ros has, I got the impression she's pretty flexible.'

'That would make for good sex.' she said cutely.

'That too - but I meant - '

'I know what you mean Rob. Let me think for a moment.

I know.' she added after a few seconds thought. 'Saturday. Sandra and I have tickets for a concert. I could meet you instead, Sandra would cover for me.

Of course she'll want to know why. I'll have to tell her something about you, but I won't mention Ros of course, at least not yet anyway.'