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Rider Ch. 10-13

By: TonyDowse



Chapter 10 

Afternoon Delight

Once outside Ros took my hand and led me back towards Moira's shop. "Where is this flat?" I asked.

"Above the shop, so we don't have far to go. Isn't that handy."

"Very. But Moira's not likely to pop up and see how we're getting on, is she?"

"No of course not, but would it worry you if she did?"

"No, I suppose not. It's just, oh, I don't know. Let's forget it." I muttered, quickening my steps in order to avoid having to try to explain the irrational thoughts I was having.

We almost ran along the rest of the street and were both a bit out of breath by the time we got to a door a short way away from the front of the shop. Immediately inside was a flight of stairs and when we went up them I was surprised by how big the flat seemed to be but, given Moira's flair for attractive things, not by how beautifully decorated and appointed it was.

"Have a quick look around while I go to the bath-room, I'll show you the place properly later."

A few minutes later she reappeared and we stood for a moment, hand in hand in the door-way to what I presumed was the spare bed-room, each of us with a tense grin on our face, for all the world like two guilty kids.

Even though we were unlikely to be disturbed I closed the door behind us, turned and pulled her, almost roughly against myself and our lips clamped hard together, our tongues probing as our hands roamed frantically over each other's body. Mine grasped her buttocks, my fingers digging through her skirt and into her flesh. Hers pulled my lips down even harder against her mouth as she slowly ground her pelvis against the hardness of my cock.

After a minute or two of that I broke from her, panting, tearing off my jacket and tie as I said.

"I want you Ros - I want you right now!"

I saw that her face was as flushed as mine must have been, her eyes gleaming wildly and without any hesitation she too began to get out of her clothes. It was as though we were having a race to see who could strip first, each watching the other with an increasing hunger.

Ros was far quicker than I, her skirt and blouse were on the floor in a trice and I felt my still confined cock throbbing and jerking at merely the sight of her and when she took off her bra I saw that her superb breasts were already swollen, her nipples hard. Then, as I stripped off shoes, socks and trousers she slid her panties down over her hips and stood waiting for me, her eyes fixed on the hard bulge in my pants. As I pulled them down, my cock sprang free and when she saw how strongly it quivered and jerked her eyes widened and she said in a throaty voice. "Oh yes! You weren't kidding when you said you wanted me! I can't wait to feel it inside me again. Don't waste time with preliminaries, just fuck me with it, fuck me hard Rob!"

Her words matched my mood precisely and once inside her, my already blazing need was heightened even further as she lifted and wrapped her legs around me, using them to grip me tightly, pulling me even deeper into herself.

We were both so wound up that it must have been only a few short minutes before the force of our shared need and my physical hammering of her, brought the onset of her climax, and, as that began I felt her pussy gripping me almost as tightly as her legs were and that triggered mine. The fact that Moira and perhaps customers were below us couldn't stop the exultant shout that forced its way up through my throat as I felt myself pumping into her, my shout mingling with her own cries of ecstasy as we both mindlessly reacted to the overpowering sensations as we climaxed together.

But brief though it may have been it was still several minutes before either of us could find either the breath or the energy to speak, and her first words described exactly how I felt.

"We both needed that!" she gasped. "That's what I call a fuck! And I like it!"

I couldn't help myself chuckling at her earthy sense of reality.

"You certainly couldn't call it making love, and though I don't think I'd want it like that every time, right then it was just what I needed. You are fantastic Ros!"

"I'll only take half the credit Rob. As I said, apart from anything else about you, just the way you are built makes it wonderful for me, you get so deep, it feels as though I'm being split wide open. I like that, and I can take it as often as you like, please!"

I found the way she talked exciting, I had never known a woman who could talk about her needs and reactions in such an honest way, and I liked that.

"But right now I'd better go and clean myself up a bit, I don't want to soak the mattress as well as the sheet. Then we'll make some coffee, we were in such a rush to get out of the restaurant I never did get to drink mine." adding as she pushed me to one side and slid out of the bed. "And I've been very silly, knowing what happens when I'm with you I should have thought to bring a spare pair of panties with me."

"I might be able to help there." I said, getting up and fishing the small package out of my jacket pocket. "I'm assured these will fit, and I think you'll like them."

She ripped the tissue paper off and when she found what was inside she looked up and I saw a look of sheer disbelief in her eyes. "You darling! You absolute darling! What a lovely surprise Rob! Thank you, thank you very, very much. I nearly bought these myself, I felt sure you'd like them too, but I didn't have enough money for these as well as the other things, and I thought they might be a bit, well, a bit too strong for what we have planned for tomorrow, with Mandy.

I'll thank you properly in a minute. I must dash, I'll start dribbling on the carpet if I stand here any longer."

I found that the mention of Mandy's name gave me a strange mixture of feelings. On the one hand excitement, at the thought of her lithe, supple body, her eagerness to both learn and excite - and the thought of seeing she and Ros, making it together, would be another fantasy brought to life. On the other hand was an odd, inexplicable uncertainty, a note of caution that left me puzzled.

But I didn't have enough time to work through the odd thoughts because just then Ros appeared in the door-way, wearing the russet coloured set.

"They fit perfectly Rob. I'll keep the others for one evening, they'll look even better in softer light."

It was hard to imagine how anything could look better than the way she did right then. The colour was absolutely right for her, making her pale skin look even whiter, at the same time somehow bringing out highlights in both her hair and her sparkling eyes. As she'd said, they fitted her perfectly, if anything, too perfectly! Although the bra firmly supported the weight of her breasts, its design enhanced their natural shape rather than artificially moulding them. It left the deep valley between them fully exposed and the delicate fabric was so sheer that I could see the peaks made by her obviously still partially swollen nipples. The matching panties were cut to fit high on her hips, making her legs appear even longer, fitting snugly over her belly and the fleshy mound beneath and, as she slowly turned around for me, made an equally tantalising display of the twin cheeks of her bottom.

"Beautiful Ros, you look absolutely stunning!"

"I thought you'd like them, and the feel of them against my skin is lovely too. Thank you again, you're really very sweet." she said as she bent and gave me a kiss. "Now, coffee?"

"Yes please, but I'll nip into the bath-room first, even though I haven't any sexy gear to change into."

"You're quite sexy enough as you are, I'm not sure I could cope with sexy gear too."

After a quick wash and freshen-up, as I had nothing else to choose from and just in case we had an unexpected visit from Moira I pulled my trousers on, then went looking for the kitchen.

We must have made an odd sight as we sat quietly sipping our coffee, Ros in her gorgeously sexy underwear, me in nothing but a pair of trousers. She told me about her long friendship with Moira, a friendship that had been no more than that for quite some time, only blossoming into a sexual relationship a couple of years previously, when both happened to be going through rocky periods in their lives, Moira in her marriage to Bill and Ros with some man she'd been seeing on a regular basis.

"Bill was away, on business he'd said, Moira didn't believe him, felt sure he was seeing another woman, I don't remember why she was convinced of that, but she was. We arranged to meet for dinner, in the restaurant we had lunch at. We were there for ages, I think we were about the last to leave. We were both pretty emotional - and by then we'd both drunk a bit too much. As I sometimes did, I was sleeping here that night, driving back home in the morning and when we got back we had a night-cap as we sat and talked some more. The combination of emotion and booze obviously got to us and at some stage we both started crying, then hanging on to each other, just for comfort at that stage.

But then, well, one thing just led to another I suppose - and when I felt her reactions change, I simply led the way - it was her first time with another woman you see."

"But not yours."

"No, not mine. Anyway, after thrashing about on the settee for a while we decided we might as well be comfortable, so went to bed and carried on from there. God knows how many times we came that night, it was as though she'd never had sex before, I suppose in that sense, sex with a woman I mean, she hadn't, she took to it like the proverbial duck to water!"

"And since then?"

"Oh, occasionally. Her problem with Bill was all in her mind, maybe the discovery that she didn't have to rely on him for sexual satisfaction gave her a bit more strength to have it out with him. It turned out that what he said was the truth, he wasn't seeing anyone, he had a lot of business pressure just then, was too worried about that to be able to think about much else. And of course once her eyes were opened to other possibilities she realised that her shop gave her the ideal opportunity to meet other women with the same inclination. That took the pressure off Bill while he sorted out his business problems and it wasn't long before he was back to normal again, so then she had the best of both worlds going for her."

"Does Bill know?"

"Oh yes, though it was some time before he found out. I don't think he was too keen at first, saw it as a threat to his masculinity I suppose, probably thought that one day Moira would up and leave him for some woman."

"Well, mightn't she?"

"God no! Neither of us is like that, we both like men too much, well the right man. And Bill is her man, there's no doubt about that. The other thing is just a nice extra, the garnish, not the main course itself, if you understand what I mean."

"I think so."

"As I said, it took Bill a while, but once he accepted that her female friends were no threat I think he got quite a buzz out of it. He likes her to tell him all about it, when they're in bed together, Moira says it really gets him going, he always gets a hard-on and is much more vigorous than at other times. So she gets a double benefit.

That's another difference between men and women."

"What's that?"

"Most men like the idea of seeing or hearing about two women together, don't they?"

"I guess so, it turns on most of the men I've known."

"Yet I've never met a woman who reacted that way to the idea of two men together. Odd isn't it."

"Yes, that's true, and I'm not sure I know the reason for it either. Would you like some more coffee?"

"Mmm, please." I replied.

Although I'd been interested in what she'd been saying and found the idea of she and Moira together stirring, it was nowhere near as stirring as simply sitting opposite Ros. Although for some reason I'd tried not to be too blatant about it there was no way I could stop my gaze from drifting back to the display of her breasts. The flimsy bra not only added spice to what was already a quite delectable feast for the eyes and although it was nothing like it, it reminded me of the strange harness she'd worn, and that brought back memories of the electrifying sensations I'd got from having my cock rubbing up and down that gorgeous valley.

When she stood and went to refill our cups the feelings that had been stimulated by those thoughts were strengthened by the sight of the rest of her, the jiggle of her bottom as she crossed the kitchen, the way her panties clung to the generous curve of its cheeks. So, even though we continued chatting as we sipped the second cup, my thoughts were elsewhere, and it wasn't long before I became acutely conscious of the fact that my body was responding to those thoughts, responding strongly.

Ros couldn't have missed the way my eyes stared at her more and more hungrily, nor the way the conversation gradually became more and more one sided so perhaps she was half expecting what happened when she later got up to clear away our empty cups.  

Again my eyes followed her as she moved across to the sink but although she must have heard me getting up from the table she gave no sign of it. Even when I stood close behind her, close enough to pick up the fragrant smell of her, she made no move, simply carried on slowly washing the cups.

Quite unable to resist any longer I slipped my arms around her, my hands cupping the heavy fullness of her breasts then bent and kissed her neck and as my fingers squeezed and fondled her I felt both our bodies responding as she pressed herself back against me.

"I want you again!" I whispered gruffly, pressing myself closer, and, hearing the urgency in my voice, she replied.

"I guessed as much." Adding with a low chuckle as she turned herself to face me. "I'm glad I didn't get around to re-making the bed."

Slipping my hands up her back I ran the fingers of one hand through her hair, pulling her tight with the other as I kissed her, our tongues intertwining as our mouths and bodies jammed together. Although we were both acutely aware of our need we weren't driven by quite the same desperate urgency we had been when we first arrived and savoured the growing pressure that built as we continued kissing and caressing each other. But in time even those pleasures paled by comparison with the thought of what others lay in store and I broke from her encircling arms, took her hand and led her to the bed-room.

The bed was as we'd left it, the covers thrown off and the sheets tangled but we gave it only a passing glance as we hurriedly stripped, came together for another kiss then literally fell on to it, our bodies becoming as entangled as the sheets. As I used one hand to grip the fleshy swell of her bottom and the fingers of the other closed more gently around one full breast I felt her hand snake down between us to find the hardening length of my cock. Then my low groan of pleasure mingled with her soft sighs as we lay there fondling, caressing and thrilling each other.

Our kisses gradually became more feverish, our caresses more demanding and sensing that her need was at least as great as mine, I rolled over on to my back, pulling her over on top of me. Realising what I wanted she got up on her knees, straddling my legs then, steadying the shaft with one hand and spreading her pussy-lips with the other she guided the head between them and pushed herself slowly down on to it. I lay quite still, moaning softly as I felt my cock being drawn up inside her.

Having taken it all she paused, kneading my belly and stomach with one hand while the fingers of the other teased the sensitively swollen nub of her clit, squirming with delight as she pressed herself more tightly down against me and I heard the growing tension in her voice as she said. "That feels lovely Rob, stay still, don't move just yet."

Although I was able to resist the urge to start thrusting I couldn't control my cock reacting to the feel of the warm tightness of the lining of her cunt and she gave me a half smile as she felt its throbbing surges. "Aah, that's nice. It's giving me a lovely, full feeling, and the way it's throbbing is very exciting too. If you could hang on long enough I'm sure I could come this way."

That idea intrigued me and although the pressure inside was growing the thought of being able to give her so much pleasure with so little effort was sufficient incentive to try control it, so I replied. "I'm in no rush Ros, you're in charge, take your time."

So for several minutes she just sat there, fingering herself as my cock twitched inside her. At first I lay quite still, just watching the effects of the increasingly intense stimulation being reflected on her face. But the way her breasts were gently swaying became more and more tempting and when I saw the nipples stiffening from her growing excitement I couldn't resist reaching up and lightly running the tips of my fingers over them.

My caresses were the additional stimulus she needed and I saw her face and neck redden as she wriggled herself hard down against me. Then, as my cock pulsed even more strongly in response, she arched herself backwards and gave a series of rising moans as she felt her climax approaching. By then her nipples were jutting stiffly and taking them between my fingers and thumbs I pinched and rolled them, she gasped, then gave a series of deep grunts as the orgasm finally shuddered up through her.

The feel of her cunt's rhythmic contractions very nearly took me over the top too. I felt my achingly full balls tightening, their contents churning and it was only the fact that I knew that if I could hold on a little longer there would be an even stronger one to come that enabled me to stop myself climaxing with her.

"Oh Rob, that was fantastic!" she said once the crisis had peaked. "And even though they're nowhere near as strong, there's still a series of waves rolling through me. I know it's selfish of me but, can you hold on a bit longer?"

"I think so, I'll try." I muttered through gritted teeth.

"It'll be worth it, I promise." With that she cautiously lifted herself until she had just the bulging head of my cock inside her. Then she began to slowly move up and down. At first, just tiny little movements, letting her pussy-lips graze over the sharp rim and part way up over the head. Down again until it was just inside her. Pause. Then up again - pause - down, pause - up, pause. Over and over and over again. It was sensational.

I could tell from the changes to the expression on her face that the friction of my cock-head rubbing against the most sensitive part of her was having a powerful effect and saw she was having increasingly difficulty in maintaining those very controlled movements. At the same time I was doing everything I could to fight back the rising urge inside myself, but the stimulation was so intense I was finding it almost impossible to stop myself from thrusting upwards. As I fought back that impulse I felt my body tensing, arching, muscles locking, and my cock straining jerkily as a series of powerfully throbbing pulses surged up through it.

At first I thought she was going to take herself all the way to her climax with those subtly tantalising movements and very much doubted I could hold on for that long. But, just as I was about to give up trying to control myself, she began to drive herself up and down, faster and faster. I heard the bed creak protestingly beneath us as her pounding grew wilder and, picking up her rhythm, I finally began to ram my cock up into her as hard as I could.

Our combined actions forced my spearing cock right up into the very deepest parts of her cunt and it wasn"t long before she gave a loud screech as a climax far more powerful than the first began to rip through her.

Knowing that my own wasn"t far off I continued thrusting up into her long after her peak had passed, but, just as I felt the seething mass in my balls starting to come to the boil, she found the strength to stop me. "Let me do it for you lover." she managed to say between rasping gasps as she slowed the speed of her previously frenzied ride and pushed herself right down the full, throbbing length. By then my cock had become truly massive and although Ros must have felt as though it was splitting her wide open she took every inch of it.


Rider Ch. 10-13



Her slower, much more deliberate pace intensified the sensations I was already getting and even though her orgasms had made her cunt slippery, as it flexed from her continuing contractions my cock felt as though it was being squeezed by wet velvet fingers. The combination was so strong the only response I was capable of were the grunts of pleasure her body forced out of me. 

Then I suddenly heard myself make a sharp hissing sound as I sucked in a deep breath, holding it as my straining body tensed, before expelling it slowly in the form of a moaning wail that grew stronger as I felt the boiling semen finally beginning to surge.

As she saw my reaction she lifted herself high, somehow clamping her pussy-lips around the bloated head of my rearing cock, then paused for a moment. Timing it perfectly she drove herself down just as the first load seared up through it, increasing the pressure behind the force that jetted it high up inside her. Then, as I writhed and bucked at the force of the climax, she matched her timing to mine and as my cock spewed, she pumped it, again and again and again until I was certain she had finally drained my balls of every drop.

By then we were of course both gasping for breath and it was only then that I realised how heavily we were both sweating, some of hers running down between and over her still heaving breasts, dripping down on to me from their spiky tips.

As my shuddering convulsions slowed and finally stopped and my aching muscles relaxed I pulled her down against me and, still locked wetly together, we rolled over to lie side by side, quietly cuddling and, sometime later, drifting off to sleep.

*

Chapter 11

Dangerous Curves

Perhaps understandably, we overslept. Ros was in a panic when she woke me. "Rob, Rob wake up! We have to rush, I'll be late for work!"

I struggled up out of the dream I'd been having, looked at the time and as I sat up, saw she was quickly putting her clothes back on, when she saw me move she headed for the bath-room. "I'll only be a minute, then I'll help you re-make the bed."

We exchanged very few words as we bustled around, getting our things together and tidying the place up, Ros took the key back and only stopped long enough to thank Moira and explain our hasty departure, then we set off, taking the faster, main road back to the motel. Once we were under way she relaxed, half turning towards me as she reached out, rested her hand on my knee and said.

"I'm sorry about the panic, but I hadn't expected to fall asleep."

"No harm done Ros, we'll be back in good time."

"That's not what I meant. I meant I'm sorry we had to rush things like that, I'd hoped we have more time together, instead of wasting so much of it on sleeping."

"We made the very best use of the time we did have." I answered, dropping one hand to give hers a warm squeeze.

"True - it was lovely, thank you for giving up your day on the beach."

"I should be thanking you, for being such an exciting woman, and such a wonderful lover."

"We do seem to hit it off very well in that department don't we."

"That's putting it mildly Ros."

We fell silent for a while, each thinking their own thoughts, apart from the still vivid memories of the events of the day, I found I kept thinking about what Ros had suggested for the following Monday, the modelling show she was going to put on for me. Having seen her in one of the things I'd bought for her I was better able to imagine how she'd look in those she and Moira had picked. Given how thoroughly I'd been drained, twice, that afternoon, it seemed ridiculous, but I found those images were starting to produce a heavy feeling down between my legs.

"Penny for them." she said suddenly, breaking into my erotic thoughts.

"I was thinking about you." I answered after a momentary pause.

"May I ask what in particular?"

"For one thing, just how much you turn me on. Then I suppose I was sort of anticipating next Monday night."

"My show, or my cooking?" she asked with a cheeky grin.

"Oh the cooking of course." I replied with a chuckle.

"I'd better warn you, it's not that hot."

"But I'm sure the show will be."

"You could very well be right. So, what actual thoughts were you having?"

"I was trying to visualise you in some of the things you bought."

"Any one in particular?"

"Not really, they're all very, very sexy. But maybe the set, the dark pink one." I added after a short pause.

"That's probably the most modest of them."

"Perhaps it's the fact that there are two layers to take off."

"You mean, sort of prolonging the excitement?"

"Mmm, something like that."

"So does that mean you're more turned on by thoughts and anticipation, than you are by a blatant display? Like this for instance?"

As she spoke she lifted herself, pulled her skirt up to her waist, letting me see that she had nothing on beneath it, then slid her bottom forward, spread her legs apart and lay back in the seat, the mass of dark, curling hair contrasting sharply with the soft, pale curves of her belly and thighs.

I felt the car swerve as I stared down at her and quickly looked up from the tempting display, easing down from the speed we'd previously been going at. "Phew! I nearly lost it then - that's a fairly dangerous thing to do to a man."

"Maybe, but that doesn't really answer my question."

"About what's the biggest turn-on?"

"Yes."

"You know that's almost impossible to answer. Different things at different times. A minute ago I couldn't imagine anything sexier than the thoughts I was having." Pausing as I took another brief look down at her, noticing that the fingers of one hand were lazily combing through the curls and drifting up and down the inside of her thighs. "But when you do something like that, well the reality sort of swamps the previous thoughts. It must be the same for you."

"Of course. I've been thinking about today, all the nice things we've done, how sweet you've been, and how strong." she added, giving me a warm smile. "Those thoughts gave me a nice warm feeling. I was also thinking about tomorrow night too, imagining seeing you and Mandy together, and what she would be like with me of course. Then, as I felt myself getting a bit hot I remembered that as the panties I had on this morning were a mess and I wanted to keep the new ones you bought me for special occasions I hadn't bothered to put any on.

As you said you'd been thinking about me displaying myself for you, I thought, why not give you one now."

I immediately remembered the thought I'd had that morning, about finding somewhere to stop for a quickie, but a quick glance at my watch told me that there just wasn't time. "O.K. - you've proved your point, but as you can't keep your promise I think you'd better cover up again."

"What promise?"

"The one you gave me this morning, on the way to town, about a road-side quickie."

She chuckled as she recalled what had happened. "I could oblige with a blow-job. While you keep driving I mean."

It was a very tempting offer, but after a few seconds' hesitation I thought better of it. "Let's keep it for another time. Just cover up for now."

Once she'd readjusted her skirt we fell silent again for a while and as I made a conscious effort to push away the thought of her naked pussy I realised just how much I enjoyed being with her. "You know Ros, as I said a little while ago, in a way I wish we hadn't arranged to meet Mandy tomorrow." I suddenly blurted out.

She turned towards me and gave me an odd look, a half-smile crinkling the corners of her lips, her expression one of surprised pleasure, but it was the look in her eyes, those dark, limpid pools seemed deeper, somehow wiser, as though she understood something I wasn't even aware of.

I found myself held in their steady, searching gaze for what seemed a very long time, finally being released as she turned back to look at the road ahead before asking in a soft voice.

"Why's that Rob?"

As I still wasn't really sure why I felt as I did I mumbled something about how much I enjoyed being with her, just the two of us, didn't really need or want someone else there. She turned and looked at me as she had a few seconds earlier. "I think I understand, and it makes me happy to know you feel that way. But maybe we'll only have this one chance, and once she's there we'll both enjoy it, I promise you. And don't forget you'll have me all to yourself Monday night.

Anyway, you may find you feel a bit differently in a few hours, if you have a visitor I mean."

"If I do and she's coming round for anything more than just to let us know about what's happening tomorrow, I'm afraid she's going to be rather disappointed."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll feel a bit differently once she's there, I've no doubt you'll find you can rise to the occasion!" she responded, reaching across and giving my crotch a quick squeeze. "If I were you, when we get back to the motel, as you've had such a, well, let's just say, such a busy day, you'd better have a bit of a rest, just in case."

Having dropped Ros off at the motel I drove round to a nearby service station for petrol then returned, parked the car and went up to my room. As I opened the door I was so deep in thought that I nearly missed the envelope that had been pushed under it. It was a note from Mandy and although it was short, from the number of exclamation marks she'd used I could tell how excited she'd been when she wrote it.

Her friend would be back at her usual training yard, Mandy was looking forward to seeing me watch her. She said that while she was riding Champ she was going to think about the ride she'd had on me, and that she planned on using the same excuse as she had the other evening, coming up to see me after she'd had her evening meal. The way the word 'see' had been put in quotation marks, underlined and had several of the exclamation marks after it, told me exactly what she was coming for. The fact that she'd only remembered to add as a PS that everything was set for Saturday evening, told me what her priorities were and what she expected of me.

Right then, as I'd said to Ros, after the delightful but energy sapping events of the day, I wasn't at all sure that I was in fit condition to cope with a full-blooded and apparently insatiable teen-ager. But there wasn't a thing I could do about it, so, remembering the advice she'd given me, having set the trusty alarm clock I stripped off and slipped into bed, hoping that as it had before, an hour or so's sleep, followed by a shower and then a bite to eat would refresh and maybe even re-invigorate me.

*

Chapter 12

An Insatiable Visitor

The nap and shower certainly helped, but nowhere near as much as the sight of Mandy and Champ working together below me when, a couple of hour's later, I stood out on the balcony looking down at them. As there were several others also practising, Mandy had to concentrate on what she was doing but she still let me know she knew I was there by glancing up from time to time and giving me an occasional warm smile.

Watching the way she held her body as she guided Champ around and over the various obstacles reminded me of both the way she had ridden me and also of the fantasy she'd described and in spite of the sapping effects of what Ros and I had shared during the afternoon I found my cock responding to both the remembered images and the reality below me.

When the practice session was over, Mandy used sign language to indicate that as her note had promised, she'd see me later and I returned to my room to have a drink and watch a bit of TV before going down for dinner.

Although the small number of cars parked outside the motel rooms indicated there were very few overnight guests, as the restaurant was relatively crowded I presumed many locals used it for a night out and the friendly banter between tables soon confirmed that. Although Ros was kept so busy that she wasn't able to stop for a chat I was able to let her know that Mandy was dropping by after dinner, to arrange things for the following evening. The look she gave me told me she well understood there'd be more to Mandy's visit than just arrangement making and once again I found I was in some ways wishing it was Ros I'd be seeing, not Mandy.

Almost as though she could read my thoughts, the expression on her face softened and before she hurried on to the next table she whispered. "Just make sure you eventually get some sleep lover."

'Lover'! That was the second time she'd used that particular term of endearment, and I found I really liked the sound of it.

As I wasn't sure what time Mandy would be coming over I hurried through dinner and giving Ros a parting, probably somewhat guilty smile, went back upstairs to wait for her.

It seemed I had no sooner shut the door behind me than I heard a soft tap on it and when I reopened it she quickly slipped inside. "Did you get my note?" she asked anxiously as I reclosed the door.

"Yes, great news."

"Everything's worked out perfectly. You didn't mind me writing it like that?" she added a little anxiously.

"No of course not, why should I mind?"

"I was so excited when I wrote it that I got a bit carried away. Thinking about it afterwards I thought I might have gone a bit too far. Anyway, I'm glad you didn"t think I had." Then, as though wanting to change the subject she asked. "So, what did you do today?"

"Ros and I went shopping."

"Shopping, what for?"

"You'll see tomorrow night, we went shopping for something for her to wear."

"What did she get?"

"Underwear."

"Just underwear?"

"I think she's probably already got plenty of other things but she just wanted something new, something special, as a woman you should understand that."

"Yes I suppose so. So, is that all you did, shop?"

I paused before I answered and saw the momentary look of disappointment on her face when I said. "Not exactly, no."

"Ah, I thought not, but don't worry I won't ask for all the gory details." she responded and I heard a distinct note of false brightness in her voice as she continued. "But as I can't stay too long, and thinking you probably found time to get together and that after that you might need a bit of, shall I say, encouragement, to get you going again I mean, I remembered something you said the other afternoon.

So, why don't you sit down for a bit, let's see what you think."

Having aroused my curiosity I did as she suggested then watched as she went over and turned on the radio, changing stations until she found one playing disco style music, then disappeared into the bath-room. She wasn't gone for more than a few minutes and when she reappeared she'd taken off the jeans and sweater and was wearing the outfit she wore for her dancing classes, the body-hugging tights and leotard.

She immediately picked up the beat of the music and began to dance for me and as she moved the outfit stretched, fitting even more tightly to the excitingly rounded curves of her body as she twisted and turned. Although the leotard tended to slightly flatten the natural upsweeping curve of her breasts, that was offset by the way the tights clung like a second skin to the rounded cheeks of her bottom and exaggerated the long, slim length of her legs.

Her sensual movements were almost hypnotic, triggering thoughts, images and memories. The memory of how it had felt when we'd fucked the first time, in the stable. How, as she'd felt our climax approaching she'd wrapped those legs right around me, pulling me harder down against herself. The images and fantasies I'd had about her riding me, controlling me with her firm, slender thighs. And the memory of the even more spectacular reality of her doing that.

And as I watched the increasingly sexy display she was giving me, in spite of the climaxes I'd already had that afternoon, I felt my cock coming back to life.

When the music came to an end Mandy did a full split, giving me a chance to see how deeply the narrow crotch of the leotard cut up between her thighs and in the silent pause she turned her head and looked up into my eyes, then asked. "Am I exciting you?"

"Very much."

"Remember what I said when we were up in your old bed-room?

I had to think for a moment, to clear my head of the thoughts that had previously filled it, then what she'd said came back very clearly. 'So this is where you had all those wicked thoughts - and did those wicked, nasty things to yourself.' Then she'd added. 'I just wish I could watch you doing it sometime'

When I nodded she said. "So, why not get your things off? Then while you watch me, I can watch you do it."

As I stood and started to undress the next piece of music began, slower but with s similarly driving beat and as she began to move in time with it I felt a series of powerful surges welling up from deep inside me. Stepping out of my trousers and pulling down my pants gave my already semi-erect cock room to grow and as I watched her increasingly suggestive movements and saw her in turn staring at me, I felt it starting to stiffen.

"Aah yes. Now do it, please." she said as she saw it hardening.

Doing as she'd asked, I curled my fingers around the shaft and began to stroke it for her. In some ways I felt a bit odd, I'd never done it to myself while someone was watching me. It had always been something I'd done in private, sometimes out of sexual frustration, often just because it felt so damn good. But, seeing the effect that watching me had on her soon dispelled that slight feeling of embarrassment.

Although she continued dancing for me she also watched intently as my cock grew bigger, the colour of the head darkening as I continued to slowly stroke and squeeze. Then, although she still kept time to the music, her movements changed from being sensually provocative to positively raunchy.

Once that piece of music came to an end, she stood still, and while still staring down at my cock, she pulled the leotard down off her shoulders.

I saw that her nipples were swollen, spiking, and as one hand slipped up to fondle her breasts, the other slid down to crotch. "Did you like that?" she asked in a hoarse whisper. "

"You can see how much I did."

"Mmm, I like the thought that I can do that to you. And watching you do it is very, very exciting." she added in a lower voice. "But, as I said, what I'd really like is to be able to see the expression on your face, I mean when you get really excited, you know, as you come. Can we do that?"

"Of course, if that"s what you want."

"I'll just get out of these things first." she said, and as she peeled the leotard and then the tights off herself and saw my cock jerking higher, added in a softer voice. "I want to see exactly how you do it."

"You said you'd already done it for other guys, several times."

"That"s true, but that was different, they were just over-heated boys. I don't think it really mattered what I did, I"m sure that just having me touch them was enough to get them off. I want to know what you like, what feels best."

So although I know it sounds a little bizarre, we stood there, just a few feet apart; me stroking my cock, while Mandy fondled her breasts and slid and vibrated her fingers up around her pussy.

Although I couldn"t see what she could, see exactly what her fingers were doing, I think that even if I hadn"t had the stimulation of my hand to excite me, just knowing that she was turning herself on from watching me would have given me more than enough impetus to reach a climax. As it was, what we were doing, coupled with the raunchy display she had already given me, and the tighteningly excited expression on her face as she continued working herself up, was more than enough to quickly get me close to one. And the realisation that she was getting so turned on by just watching my reactions greatly magnified the physical thrills I was giving myself and only a minute or two later I heard myself groan as I felt my cock starting to throb.




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"Ooh that looks fantastic!" she exclaimed. "It"s looking so strong, so powerful - and so huge, it"s hard to believe I actually take all of that inside me!"

If she hadn"t then done what she did things might have turned out quite differently - but then I"m not complaining about what actually happened!

I"ve no idea what prompted Mandy to reach out for me, maybe she finally simply couldn"t resist - anyway, while the hand that was up between her legs continued, she dropped the other from her breasts and curled its fingers over the head.  

By then the intensity of feelings I was getting were so incredible that her touch was just the final straw - I would have loved to have been able to hold back my body"s reaction, but I just couldn"t. Even as her fingers closed around it I gave an even deeper groan as I felt the rising surge. She was totally surprised by the immediacy of my reaction and made an odd whimpering sound then exclaimed. "Oh no - you can"t be there already! Please hold on, I don"t want you to come yet. I"m nearly there!"

In an attempt to slow things down she tightened her fingers around the head and squeezed it as hard as she could. A second or two earlier and she might have been successful, but I was too far-gone and the sudden change of grip actually triggered the onset of my climax. I felt the sudden heady rush of excruciating pleasure, then, giving a strangled growl, my body jerked powerfully as the seething mass reached boiling point.

Looking down I stared at what was happening - her fingers had too tight a grip for the semen to jet out in its usual way, but there was so much power behind the first scorching surge that nothing could have stopped it and I saw the thick, creamy jism bubbling up between the fingers she had clamped over my cock-head.

She looked up, her concern and disappointment reflected in the look in her eyes. "I"m sorry. What should I do now?" she asked anxiously.

"Pump it!" I replied hoarsely.

"Come! Come again!" she muttered as she did as I"d asked.

The second rush hit me immediately, as my body heaved in response I gave a loud guttural grunt, my body arching and my cock jerking violently as more semen boiled up through it, and a split second later the first of a series of gut-wrenching blasts exploded out of me.

In spite of the gouts splattering all over her she didn"t move away, her eyes flicking up and down as she watched my body"s reactions, pumping out what felt like the very last drop.

"That was amazing!" I croaked.

"It would have been better if I"d got the timing right." she said when she was finally sure I had finished. "But it was still fantastic! Your cock got so big, so powerful! The excitement I got from watching you was terrific. Seeing the expression on your face as you got more and more worked up was a really big turn-on. To tell the truth that's one of the reasons why I wanted to do it so much, I sort of hoped that seeing you do it would be enough to give me a climax, and I"m sure I would have got there in another minute or two."

"Has that happened before, when you've done it to other guys?"

"No, I've never got even close."

"Well, we"ll have to try again another time, but for now, I"ll give you one another way, you've certainly earned it." I said as I reached out and took her in my arms.

It may have been because Mandy had attempted to interrupt the onset of my climax, or perhaps her raunchy movements had been even more deeply arousing than I had appreciated - but even though she"d pumped a fair amount of semen from it, and unlike most other times, right then my cock was still partially erect. So as our bodies moulded together as we kissed, the feel of her pressing herself eagerly against me rekindled the still smouldering fires inside. Then when I ran my hands up and down her back, slipped my fingers into the deep crack between her buttocks and felt her squirming with pleasure, I felt those fires crackling back to life and hot flames of desire licking up through me again.

"Get up on the bed and lie down." I said when we broke to take a quick breath, following her, then bending and spreading her legs so I could kneel between them. Using just the very tips of my fingers I gently stroked the silky smoothness of her inner thighs, moving slowly but steadily higher, very gradually working closer to where I could see the tender pinkness of her pussy, its still moist and puffy lips attesting to how close she"d got to her climax. When I finally brushed my finger-tips lightly over them she sighed and I felt a shiver of anticipation run through her, then she relaxed and gave herself up to whatever pleasures I intended giving her.

Although seeing her beautiful body openly lying there, waiting for me to do whatever I pleased with it was a powerful stimulant and I felt my quickly re-engorging cock quivering in anticipation, as I"d had the urgency taken off my need by what she'd done for me, I was able to take my time. And as I let my fingers glide lightly over her thighs, stomach and pouting sex I could see from the growing intensity of her reactions that right then, my slow caresses were just what she wanted.

"That's wonderful, absolutely wonderful Rob. It feels as though I'm melting away. I wish I could just lie here for hours." she said dreamily.

But though I would have liked the opportunity to see just how long she could actually take those caresses before her body became more demanding, in the back of my mind was the thought that her excuse for being out was the horse and that if I kept her too long we might have worried parents prowling around looking for her.

"So do I Mandy, so do I, but you can't, well not this evening anyway." I reminded her. "We'll just have to wait until tomorrow night for that."

Not giving her time to make any protest I eased myself a little further forward and bent low, pushing one hand underneath her so my middle finger slid up along the cleft between the cheeks of her bottom and, taking her weight on the palm, lifted her. Slipping one finger of the other hand between her pussy-lips I began to lick the area around her clitoris and as she gasped in response to that heightened stimulation she arched herself upwards. Feeling the change in her reactions I gradually increased the pressure of what I was doing, slipping a second finger into her pussy, then slid them in and out as my tongue lapped the hardened ridge above, at the same time using the finger of my other hand to probe her tight little arse-hole.

Her gasps turned to groans, then intermittent grunts as the excitement that combination gave her increased in intensity, and seeing and hearing her reactions, plus the smell of her increasing sexual arousal, quickly inflamed my own need. Waiting until I felt sure she was only a few seconds away from coming I then quickly replaced the two fingers with my by then fully re-hardened cock, driving it home with one, powerful lunge. Her eyes flew open as she felt it thrusting deep inside her, then almost immediately clenched tightly shut again as she threw her head back, gave a loud, elated wail and arched herself up to take my vigorous pounding.

I could see the waves of pleasure rippling through her and feel her pussy"s rhythmic contractions as she climaxed, but because of the draining force of the one she'd just given me, was able to keep going. As she rode from crest to crest I found myself staring down at her breasts, watching the firm globes juddering each time I thrust into her, seeing how tightly swollen the nipples had become - and right then, wanted more than anything else, to suck them. Waiting until I felt the intensity of her reactions lessening I gradually reduced the speed and power of my thrusting and knowing that I hadn't come her eyes reopened and she gave me a questioning look.

"I want us to try something else Mandy." I said as I began to adjust my position. "I want you to get your legs back underneath you, so you'll be sort of kneeling on me." I could see she didn't fully understand what I had in mind so as she began to lift her upper body I slipped one arm around her back to support her and used the other to help her bend her legs back underneath herself.

As I was helping her I was getting myself into a kneeling position, then, with her thighs straddling mine, as she put her arms around my neck and pulled herself upright, I sat back on my heels - somehow managing to do all that while making sure my cock stayed firmly wedged up inside her.

There were advantages and disadvantages to that position. Naturally I couldn't actually fuck her, she had to do the work, but I knew that with my cock angling up like that it would reach far deeper inside and as she rose and fell her clit would get much stronger stimulation from rubbing against the rigid length of the shaft. And a bonus for me was that I would have at least one hand free, which meant that while she was fucking me I could fondle and suck her breasts to my heart's content.

"Oooh, that's nice!" she squealed once we'd sorted ourselves out - then, after she'd made a couple of cautious, moves. "That's really, very, very nice, yet another advantage of having a more experienced man. And I can kiss you too." she added, pulling herself closer and pressing her lips against mine. But by shifting herself she'd allowed my cock to penetrate even deeper and as her tongue probed inside my mouth I felt her squirming and after only a couple of seconds she pulled back. "Aah, God that went deep! I'm not sure I'm ready for that."

"How about this instead? Hang on to my shoulders and just lean back a little." I said, giving her a gentle backward push into a position that tightened and lifted her breasts, making them both temptingly accessible to my eager caresses.  

"Oh yes! That's lovely." she said as my hands fondled and squeezed them, then a little later, after I had started to roll and lightly pinch her stiffened nipples, she asked. "Would you suck them too? Please!"

"My absolute pleasure." I replied truthfully, then bent and, starting with just one of the spiking tips, began to nibble and suck.

At first she sat quite still letting me nuzzle first one then the other breast, sighing and occasionally giving a low moan of pleasure when I opened my mouth wider and sucked in not only her nipple but as much of the surrounding flesh as I could. But in time, as her body responded to the varied stimulations she was experiencing, I felt her beginning to make a few more experimental moves, then her hands gripped my shoulders more tightly and she began to slowly rise and fall.

At first, not wanting to risk the discomfort her previous, sudden action had caused, she was careful to make short movements, which meant I could still keep nuzzling and sucking on her breasts. But as I had guessed, in that position, with my cock angled so sharply up into her pussy, her already sensitive clit reacted to the friction of having my shaft rubbing against it and that quickly stimulated her deeper arousal.

As both her need and her confidence grew her actions became more forceful, the increasing stimulation she was giving my cock in turn intensified my excitement. So, as our mutual arousal rose higher and her bouncing more feverish, I had to let her breast slip out of my mouth and be satisfied by just the feel of the silky firmness in my hands.

All that time the pressure her body's pumping action was producing inside me was rapidly increasing and after only a few more minutes I felt my balls tightening as a fresh load of semen built up. When she felt my muscles flexing and tensing in response to the impending climax she managed to increase the pressure even more, her pussy-lips tightening as though she wanted to actually suck the semen up out of me.

And that's just about what she did, between one moment and the next the first load fountained up, as though a cork had been exploded from a champagne bottle. But then the rest was literally pumped out by her vacuuming cunt, in a series of almost unbearably delirious eruptions.

Perhaps she would have come again then anyway or perhaps it was the sheer force of my climax that provided the final trigger for it, but whichever it was, she gave a sudden shrill cry then grunted as she thrust down even harder, her entire body shuddering as it ripped through her. Even when she must have known I was utterly drained she continued ramming herself down on to my still pole-like cock and I was beginning to wonder if there'd be any skin left on it, when to my relief she finally began to slow down and then, finally stopped.

We clung to each other, our hearts racing, our breathing a series of rasping, panting gasps. "That was the best yet Rob." She managed to get out between hurriedly snatched breaths. "Can we do it again?"

"What?" I exclaimed disbelievingly.

"Not right now silly." she giggled. "I mean some other time, like that, I mean in that position, can we do it again?"

"Oh I see." I answered in relief. "You liked it that much?"

"Oh yes. By far the best yet. You were so deep, actually too deep for a moment or two. But as well as that I could hold you, you could touch me and I could see your face. It had everything!"

"It looked to me as though you had your eyes shut most of the time."

"I was having my little fantasy too." she admitted shyly. "You know, the one I told you about. With you on Champ's back, on the beach. You don't mind do you?"

"I told you I didn't, there's nothing wrong with mixing fantasy and reality, especially if the fantasy makes the reality even better."

"Oh I don't think it could be better, not with you anyway. I don't know what made me think of it, it just sort of popped into my mind."

I grinned and replied. "The way my cock popped into your pussy."

She laughed and hugged me tighter. "He can pop in like that any time he likes."

"Sounds to me as though I've got a nymphomaniac on my hands."

"No, insatiable maybe, but not a nymphomaniac. As you told me, they just need sex, anyone will do. I'm fussy, I want you."

"Well I'm afraid you've had as much of me as you're likely to get today - and anyway, shouldn't you be thinking about getting home soon?"

"Ah, I see, now you've had your way with me you want to be rid of me."

"No of course not, it's just that ..."

"It's all right, just a joke." she said when she saw my protesting look. "And you're quite right, I must get home or there'll be some odd questions. I certainly don't want to risk anything spoiling tomorrow night - and apart from that you'd better get a good night's sleep, or you'll be no good to Ros and I."

With that she disentangled herself and leaving me to mop up the stuff that had run down over my legs and on to the bed, she picked up her discarded clothes and scampered for the bath-room. A few minutes later, after a quick, but nonetheless passionate kiss, she was gone and, knowing that what she'd said about needing some rest was right, I didn't waste too much time before getting back into bed and almost immediately fell asleep.

*

Chapter 13

Saturday Evening

Not surprisingly I slept late on the Saturday morning, so late that by the time I went downstairs I could see that the restaurant had finished serving breakfast. Ros was still busy clearing and re-laying tables and looked up as I went in. "Hectic night?" she asked with a knowing grin.

"You could say that. I suppose I'm too late to get anything to eat?"

"I'm afraid so Rob. But there's a decent little cafe half way down the main street. Is everything set for tonight?"

"Yes, no changes to the arrangements. Though after yesterday I'm beginning to wonder if I'll last the distance, I mean with the two of you together."

"Oh I'm sure you'll do very well. It's amazing what a bit of the right sort of encouragement can do to even the most exhausted man."

Maybe she was right, after all, even after a totally draining day with her I had still been capable of an almost equally frenzied session with Mandy. "Let's hope so, I don't want to disappoint you."

"You won't Rob, whatever does or doesn't happen, you won't disappoint me." she said softly, then added in a brighter voice. "Now, you'd better go and get something to eat. I'll see you this evening."

"O.K. - oh, why don't I order the meals now?"

"Good idea, it's always busy on a Saturday. What do you think Mandy would like?"

"I don't really know, but let's keep to something simple."

"How about some veal, it's local and always good, with some salad, that's not too heavy, and some mixed seafood for starters. I'll make sure there are plenty of oysters in it for you." she added.

"And a nice bottle of wine, better make that two, so there's something for later."

"Mmm, good idea. O.K. I'll fix that. What time is she coming over?"

"Sometime after seven thirty."

"I'll order it for eight o'clock then. I've already arranged for the girl who helps me on Saturdays' to stay on late, that way I can get away once the main rush is over, about nine or nine thirty I expect. Just don't waste too much energy before I get there."

"You've no need to worry about that Ros." I assured her, then after a quick kiss I headed off for a late breakfast.

Having eaten, as the day was hot I bought a book, some fruit and sandwiches and took myself off to the beach, killing a few hours reading, swimming and dozing in the sun. Perhaps not surprisingly my partially conscious thoughts were blatantly erotic, full of women lewdly displaying themselves and getting me to do the most amazing things with them, and when I finally roused myself I found my cock was rock-hard and what had seeped from it had made a dark stain on the front of my shorts. Luckily there were few people on the beach so I was able to make a quick dash for the surf and a vigorous swim got rid of both embarrassments.

Rather than risk a repeat reaction to what was obviously going on in my subconscious I drove around the surrounding countryside for a while, before returning to the motel to shower and change in readiness for the real thing.

I was beginning to wonder if something had happened to force a change in her plans, when at about a quarter to eight, Mandy finally tapped on the door.

"I'm sorry I'm late." she said breathlessly as I let her in. "Sandra got held up, and as I was supposed to be going to the concert in her boy-friend's car I had to wait for them to pick me up."

"There's no rush, I've ordered a meal for us at about eight o'clock, but Ros won't be free until some time after nine thirty, so we've plenty of time." Then added. "So it's not just Sandra who knows you're not going, her boy-friend does too, is he likely to say anything?"

"Oh no. Sandra will make sure of that."

"How?"

"By threatening to ration him, silly!" she answered with a broad grin. "Now, how do I look? I really didn't know what to wear, and of course had to be careful of not arousing Mum's suspicions."

She looked terrific. As I'd never seen her in make-up before and even though she wasn't wearing a lot, the colour around her eyes made them look bigger, the glossy lip-stick her lips even more tempting, and that and the fact that her hair was pulled back off her face gave her a far more mature, sophisticated look. Her white blouse was semi transparent and as she moved into the light I caught a glimpse of a lacy bra beneath and I wondered if it was the new one, the one she'd worn briefly that Thursday afternoon. If it was I knew what the matching panties looked like, very, very sexy. A straight, shortish skirt and the long length of white stockinged leg it showed off, completed the simple but effective outfit.

"You look absolutely scrumptious." I answered truthfully. "I'm going to have a lot of trouble keeping my hands off you between now and when Ros can get away."

"Do we have to wait?" she asked coyly.




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"Yes, I promised we would."

"O.K." she answered, giving me a sulky look.

It proved to be even more difficult than I had thought it would be, mainly because Mandy seemed determined to tempt me to do otherwise by flaunting herself provocatively. But luckily it wasn't long before our food arrived and we sat down to eat and although she didn't seem to be very hungry I certainly was and as Ros had been quite right about the quality of the meat I tucked in with gusto.

Naturally enough she wanted to know what we had planned for the evening and seemed surprised when I said that we hadn't got anything planned. But then I added that I thought it might be best if I leave them alone together for a while. "Not too long, just a bit of time for you to chat, get to know each other. I didn't think you'd fancy hopping straight into bed with a relative stranger." I added with a smile.

"That sounds like a good idea, but what will you do?"

"Oh just go for a bit of a walk, it's a lovely evening."

"You won't stay out too long, will you."

"No, don't worry, the thought of the two of you here together will make it hard to stay away for long."

After we'd finished eating and I'd put the dishes outside the door I turned on the TV and although we sat supposedly watching it I don't think either of us actually knew what we were looking at. If Mandy's thoughts were, as I suspected, very similar to mine, she was too busy trying to imagine what was to come.

So the time we had together between finishing dinner and hearing Ros's knock on the door actually passed quite quickly and having let her in and repeated what I'd said to Mandy about giving them a little time to get to know each other I closed the door behind me and went out into the warm evening air.

As I walked I tried to imagine what might be happening back at the motel. I felt sure Ros would take her time, not attempt to hurry things along, they'd probably spend quite some time chatting, getting to know each other. Ros saying how much she had been attracted to Mandy, how she had often wanted to talk more intimately with her, but that she hadn't been sure of her reaction, that she was delighted that my visit to the town had brought them together like this. Perhaps, as she felt Mandy's initial nervousness melting she had begun to touch her reassuringly.

But while that was going on I knew they'd each be looking the other over, as women always do, and that Ros would be trying to imagine what was beneath the simple but attractive outfit Mandy had on. Maybe that's how it would start, with Ros making a comment about the lacy bra she could see glimpses of through the blouse, Mandy replying by saying I'd told her about the shopping trip that Ros had taken, then each agreeing to show off what they had on.

Although I felt sure I knew what Mandy was wearing I had to imagine what Ros had settled on out of the things we'd selected and wondered if it was the dusky pink set I'd said was my favourite. Mandy would probably be a little bit envious when she saw it, not realising that although what she had on was much less sophisticated, her youthful body didn't need anything like that. That Ros would be delighted and, just as I had been, immediately aroused by the innocent sensuality of the sight of her in the scanty bikini panties and the lacy bra.

They probably wouldn't say anything for a minute or two, perhaps turning so they could see each other from all angles, letting their hands run over themselves, perhaps trying to imagine how the other's hands would feel when they finally touched each other.

Would they embrace at that stage, take the first tentative steps while still wearing something, or would Ros suggest they should show each other what lay beneath? I couldn't decide, but somehow felt sure it wouldn't be too long before they ended up on the bed, naked in each other's arms.

Once they had got to that stage Ros would undoubtedly take the lead, slowly leading Mandy through her new experience, in no rush, taking much longer to arouse her than I would have had the patience for. I knew how much Mandy would love every second of what was being done to her and could imagine her reactions as her level of arousal steadily rose. I pictured Ros caressing Mandy's breasts, the light touch of her fingers quickly arousing their pert nipples, and knew that once under way, Mandy would soon respond, exploring the fuller curves of a mature woman for the first time, that their mutual caresses would quickly become more confident and much more intimate.

I also found I was getting excited by just imagining what was going on - and began to wish that either I had stayed to watch, or that the thoughts I was having weren't making my cock ache quite so much.

Eventually of course Ros would slip further down the bed, gently parting Mandy's legs and begin to work her way up to and around the tender pussy high up between them, that I felt sure by then would be wetly pouting. But even then I doubted that Ros would rush things, probably using a combination of light touches with her fingers, lips and tongue to slowly caress every tiny part of Mandy's thighs, belly and the soft, fleshy mound beneath - still carefully avoiding the clitoris itself and ignoring the fact that Mandy would by then be arching herself upwards.

But as the mounting tension rose and Mandy's gasps of pleasure grew louder, more urgent Ros would relent and make the next move, sliding her hands beneath Mandy's bottom and, as she lifted her, burying her face high up between those silky smooth thighs and finally beginning to flick her tongue over her pussy.

But even then she'd take her time and I could imagine that what she did with her mouth and tongue would drive Mandy wild with both pleasure and mounting frustration. Then, having decided either that she'd got Mandy as keyed up as she was going to get or simply that enough was enough Ros would finally let her tongue flicker over the sensitive ridge. I pictured Mandy's body tensing and her knuckles whitening as her hands suddenly gripped Ros's head, spreading her thighs even further apart so she could pull it tighter against herself. As her orgasm grew, Ros's lapping tongue would ensure that before one peak diminished another had begun, making Mandy let out a steadily rising wail of pleasure, having to jam the back of one hand hard against her mouth to muffle the sounds that threatened to grow even louder as her climax went on and on.

When Ros had finally finished with her I felt sure she'd remain kneeling between Mandy's legs, resting her head on the soft curve of her stomach as Mandy lay there gasping for breath. But, in time, as her breathing gradually returned to normal, she'd stir - and start to do for Ros what she had just done for her.

I don't know how long I walked around the deserted streets, maybe three quarters of an hour, maybe longer but it was as though what was happening back at the motel was being transmitted to my subconscious because when I returned and quietly opened the door I found the room in semi darkness, lit by only one of the bed-side lights, but that was quite sufficient to let me see what was going on.

Just as I had imagined them, they were up on the bed together, Mandy kneeling between Ros's wide-spread legs, her mouth obviously hard at work on her pussy.

It was obvious from the grunting sounds Ros was making that she was rapidly approaching a climax and as I discovered that just watching them was doing wonders for my cock I couldn't resist getting at least a little involved in the action.

I moved closer and stood beside them, at first just running my hand down over the curve of Mandy's buttocks, feeling her tense at the unexpected touch, then relaxing as my fingers drifted down between her thighs. Her pussy was wet and swollen and as I slipped two fingers up inside then slid them in and out of her I felt it responding and heard her making gurgling sounds of pleasure. When I bent down and licked the valley between the cheeks of her bottom, making her wriggle and squirm, then stiffened my tongue and began to tease the tightly wrinkled hole, I felt the lining of her pussy tighten around my fingers.

Perhaps my stimulation of Mandy in turn increased the intensity of what she was doing to Ros, maybe it was just that she had been right on the brink of her release anyway, but it seemed only seconds after my tongue began probing that I heard her moans of pleasure reach a crescendo. That and the feel of my fingers and tongue working on her pussy and arse must have been sufficient to trigger Mandy's climax too because only a few seconds later the more muffled sounds of her release mingled with Ros's.

Giving them time to come down from their mutual highs and my cock to lose some of its almost painful stiffness I refilled their glasses, went into the bath-room, undressed and slipped into a bath-robe. When I returned a few minutes later they were stretched out side by side on the bed, sipping their wine.

I fixed myself a drink then stood looking down at them, the mere sight was enough to set my heart racing and send blood surging back into my cock. One blonde, one dark, one lithely sensual, one voluptuously sexual. One young and eager, one mature and confident. Both happy to give me the maximum amount of physical pleasure, both hungry for what my body could do for theirs. They smiled happily at me and each other as I grinned down at them. "It didn't take you long to get to know each other then." I said.

"Did you really think it would?" Ros answered.

"But thank you for the, er, well, the helping hand." Mandy added.

"And it doesn't look as though either of you got to show off your new underwear for very long."

"That's true." They replied in one voice.

"Mandy looked so stunning I simply couldn't keep my hands off her." Ros added.

"I know the feeling well. In fact I'm suffering from a double dose of it right now." I replied and wondered why that gave them both a fit of the giggles.

"We can see that." Mandy answered and when I looked down I saw why my comment had been unnecessary, without me being conscious of it my rising cock had pushed aside the edges of the bath-robe and was pointing straight at them, quivering as it continued to fill and harden.

Turning to Ros, Mandy said. "As I said earlier, I really do want to see that in action."

Ros gave her a smile, then got up off the bed and came towards me. "I presume you've no objection to giving an exhibition performance for the young lady." she said quietly as she slipped her arms around me.

"None whatsoever." I replied as our lips met.

And that's exactly what we gave her, an exhibition performance. As Mandy slid off the bed and slipped my discarded robe over her shoulders, Ros and I lay down beside each other, our hands roaming over each other's body as we kissed. I was already so turned-on, by what had been going through my head during my walk and from what I'd experienced on my return that I was more than ready. Ros, her appetite perhaps only whetted by what Mandy had done for her, made it obvious that she was as eager to feel my cock inside her as Mandy seemed to be to see it. So not surprisingly it was only a matter of a few short minutes before I was kneeling between Ros's wide-spread legs, my cock slowly driving in and out of her already sopping pussy.

At first Mandy moved around us, staring at my pistoning shaft from first one angle then another, every now and then making remarks to herself. "Awesome!" "So powerful!" "God that's exciting!"

But, perhaps remembering how good my fingers had felt, as Ros made it clear she was approaching her climax, she began to join in. At first by caressing Ros, fondling her breasts, squeezing the already jutting nipples, then as Ros's reactions to what we were doing for her grew even stronger, kneeling on the floor beside the bed and slipping her fingers lower, down across her belly, through her already matted pubic hair and finding the swollen, hardened ridge of Ros's clit.

The combination of my pistoning cock and Mandy's fluttering finger-tips soon took Ros over the top, she writhed and heaved herself up at me, letting out a sharp grunt as her orgasm started, which turned to shriller cries of increasing delight as Mandy and I continued ministering to her heightened needs.

Mandy looked up at me. "You must be pretty close to coming too." she whispered softly, her eyes immediately dropping back to watch my cock once she'd seen from my expression that I was. "Let's see if this makes it better then." she added under her breath.

With that she reached her free hand around behind me and I groaned as I felt her fingers gently close around the tightly swollen sac, then tentatively at first and in time with my thrusting, she started to rhythmically squeeze it. The combination of that and what Ros's cunt was doing to my cock as the contractions from her apparently endless climax continued, soon triggered the start of my own and as Mandy urged me on with her hand and Ros with her pussy I felt the surge rising higher and higher, and then a split-second later, ripping up through me.

I pounded even harder down into Ros, watching her body shuddering each time I drove deep inside her, hearing myself grunting as Mandy's fingers augmented the force of each blast as load after load of boiling semen exploded out of me.

When we were finally done I rolled off her and while we lay panting for breath beside each other Mandy went to the bath-room for a damp cloth and a towel to clean us up.

"That was great, really great!" she said as she wiped the sticky coating off my cock and balls. "Now I'll know what it actually looks like when someone's fucking me - and that'll make what I'm feeling even better."

"Just don't expect every guy to be like Rob, Mandy." Ros warned as she rolled on her side and gave me a kiss. "He's pretty special. And I don't just mean the size of his cock, but much more importantly, what he does with it."

"I won't, but if I can hang on to the picture of him doing it to you I'll be able to use it to get myself off with someone who's neither as big nor as good."

"She's not just a beautiful girl, she's smart too." Ros said with a grin. "Now, I could do with another glass of that wine."

Ros slipped into a light robe she had brought with her and as Mandy had commandeered mine I hooked the towel she had been using around my waist before crossing the room for the bottle.

"I don't know about you Mandy but I think that makes a man look really sexy, I mean, with a towel around him like that." Ros said as I returned to fill their glasses.

"I've never really thought about it, I've only ever seen my Dad in one, oh and boys at the beach of course. But I know what you mean. I wonder what it is that makes it sexy?"

"I think it's that we know that it's pretty easy to get at whatever he's got underneath it."

"Mmm, yes, you're right. Tempting isn't it."

"Right this minute there isn't very much at all, so I wouldn't get too excited ladies."

"Ah, but knowing what you're capable of we both know there soon will be, and wondering just when that is only makes it even more interesting."

"We'll just have to keep our eyes on the towel Ros, watch out for a tell-tale bulge."

"And when you spot it, exactly what did you have in mind." I asked.

"Oh, we've already decided on that." They replied in virtually a single voice.

"Really? When?"

"While you were having your walk. It was one of the first things we talked about." Ros answered. "We agreed it would be a bit silly to find ourselves thrashing around, getting all hot and bothered because nobody was quite sure what to do, that things would go much better if we agreed beforehand, so we did."

The detail women talked about never ceased to amaze me but I made no comment about that, simply saying. "I see, so I don't get a say in things."

"We didn't think you'd mind Rob." Mandy said uneasily.

I gave her a reassuring grin. "It's all right, I'm just winding you up a bit, whatever we do together is great for me. But, do I get to find out beforehand or is to be kept as a surprise?"

"Which do you prefer?" Ros asked.

I took a few seconds to answer, wondering whether it would better to spend the intervening time imagining whatever situation they had come up with, or leaving my mind free to imagine a whole range of scenarios. It wasn't a hard decision. "Keep it as a surprise. Now, what else did you talk about?"

"Oh the rest was just girl talk. Clothes, guys, stuff like that."

"Clothes, that reminds me, which of the things you bought did you end up wearing tonight Ros?"

"The camisole and panties, do you remember them?"

"Of course I do, a brick-red satin." I answered, remembering that out of all the things she and Moira had put on the counter for me to choose from they'd been the first that I'd selected. I recalled how they'd felt in my hands and that at the time I'd tried to imagine how they'd feel when filled with Ros's warm, luscious curves.

"She looked stunning Rob. You must get her to wear them for you sometime."

"I can imagine." I answered and turning slightly so Mandy couldn't see it, gave Ros a wink and added. "Hopefully I'll get to see them quite soon."

"I thought Mandy looked absolutely delicious in what she had on, I loved the blouse - but what was underneath was even better. You really are a very lovely girl." she added as she turned and gave her an affectionate smile.

In some ways it was odd that after being as physically intimate with each other we could sit there, just talking to each other, especially as we knew that before too long we'd be doing it again. Yet, even though my eyes kept drifting to the tantalising glimpses of breasts or legs each of them provided as they shifted their positions, and my mind kept wondering which of the various scenarios I could imagine the three of us getting into, they had actually decided on, we did just that, we chatted.

But although it started out innocuously enough, in time of course the talk came around to sex. Mandy didn't want to waste the opportunity of having two far more experienced people to talk with to find out whatever she could and although Ros and I both kept our replies as light-hearted as possible, as we got deeper into the subject I could see that both of them seemed to be getting a little edgy. I don't mind admitting that the closeness of two of the sexiest women I had ever met, coupled with the fact that as time passed the pictures that had been flashing into my head became increasingly graphic, brought on a slowly increasing feeling of heaviness between my legs.

Noticing that their glasses were empty I got up to refill them and as I did that Ros's eyes dropped, smiled up into mine then she turned to Mandy and said. "It looks as though he's getting interested again." And as I bent to fill Mandy's glass she reached out and tugged the towel off me, exposing my already thickened cock.

Her eyes widened and after a second's silence she looked up at me and said just one word. "Already!" Then, having given it another long, hard look, went on. "I thought it would take you much longer to start to get another erection."

"There's obviously a fair bit you have yet to learn about this man Mandy." Ros said with a broad grin. "He doesn't just have a big and skilful cock, it's also very resilient, and virtually insatiable."

Mandy gave her a grin, then her expression changed as she looked up and asked. "Would you like me to help make it really hard now Rob?"

Anticipating how she intended to do that I gave her a tight smile and nodded, moving closer as she shifted forward in her seat, then she reached out and lifted my cock to her waiting lips. As she sucked it into the warmth of her mouth and ran her tongue around the head I stroked her hair, then gently holding the back of her head I began to slowly rock back and forth, the feelings triggered by her lips slipping up and down the shaft quickly lengthening and stiffening it.




Rider Ch. 10-13



Ros watched quietly for several minutes as the growing length slid in and out of Mandy's mouth and only when she saw it was fully aroused interrupted us by saying. "It looks as though you are enjoying that as much as he is Mandy, but I think that's enough for now. Let's get ourselves organised."

With that she got up, slipped her robe off and went across to the bed, lying down face up, her feet at the top, her head right at the end of the bed. Mandy looked up, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she gave a final, much stronger suck then pulled back, took my bath-robe off and went to join Ros on the bed. Positioning herself the opposite way around, with her bottom facing me, she got up on all fours, her hands and knees straddling Ros.

Ros wound her arms around Mandy's legs, her hands running up and down the backs of them, up over the tight curve of the full cheeks and then down the valley between them. Then as Mandy's head bent down between her own thighs she said - "Come on Rob, don't keep us waiting too long." - and put her mouth to work on Mandy's pussy.

So that was their idea, while they were licking and sucking each other, I was to fuck Mandy, I liked it!

Moving across to join them I stood at the foot of the bed, my cock jerking higher as I looked down at them and then as I moved closer, Ros unwound one arm from around Mandy's thigh and, slipping her fingers underneath it, guided the head between the already wetly pouting pussy-lips and with just a gentle shove I slid it inside them.

In spite of the fact that she had her head buried between Ros's thighs, her mouth busily slurping her pussy, I heard Mandy making muffled gurgling sounds of satisfaction as she felt the length of my shaft sliding up inside her. Once all the way in I stood still for a few moments, giving Mandy the opportunity to adjust her position, and myself time to anticipate the pleasures that were to come. 

During that pause Ros pushed herself a little further down towards me and brought on the first of those thrills, her mouth closing around my balls and gently sucking them. Those sensations sent fresh blood coursing through me and I felt my cock throbbing and surging, stretching the lining of Mandy"s pussy as it grew even bigger.

I guessed from the way Mandy initially wriggled about that she was having trouble taking the growing mass of it, but it must have also been triggering deeply exciting feelings for her because then she began to cautiously rock herself backwards and forwards, as though urging me to start actually fucking her. I needed no encouragement, taking a firm grip of her hips I began to slowly thrust in and out, and as my actions made it almost impossible for Ros to continue sucking my balls she returned her attention to Mandy's pussy instead.

As I gradually increased both the speed and power of my thrusting the muscles up along the sweep of Mandy's back flexed as she absorbed the force of each forward stroke and I could tell from her other reactions that she was finding the combination of what we were each doing for her quite sensational.

Of course Mandy wasn't the only one experiencing such feelings, from the muffled sounds Ros was making it was obvious that her pussy was being very well taken care of by Mandy - and I certainly had no complaints, the excitement of the thought of having two women at once magnifying the intensity of the physical thrills I was getting.

But with two of us determinedly pushing Mandy towards her climax it was only natural that hers was double whatever excitement Ros and I were each experiencing. I could tell from Ros's increased activity that she was doing her part and tried unsuccessfully to imagine just what it must feel like for Mandy, having her clitoris licked and sucked so vigorously, at the same time as having her pussy jammed full of my pistoning cock.

So it wasn't surprising that she reached her climax first and even though I had been anticipating and preparing myself for it, when it finally hit her the sheer force of it took me by surprise. Her body momentarily froze, then convulsed so violently that I had to hang on even more tightly as it ripped through her, and as it did, I felt her cunt drawing my cock even deeper.

Ros and I unselfishly redoubled our efforts, each wanting to make sure that Mandy's orgasm was as good as we could make it for her. Then, as the force of it finally waned, knowing from her own experience how painfully sensitive Mandy's clit must be, Ros let her head drop away, leaving it to my still thrusting cock to provide whatever continuing stimulation Mandy still needed.

At first I thought that having had her face buried up in Mandy's crotch for so long she was going to take a well earned breather, but after a few gasping breaths she pushed herself down the bed and having tested their tightness with her finger-tips, got her head between my legs and again went to work on my balls with her tongue and lips.

The combination was electrifying. Mandy's still spasming pussy gripping my plunging cock while Ros did her best to keep pace, her tongue licking and whenever she got the opportunity, her lips closing around one or other of my achingly swollen balls.

Then, when I felt sure there was nothing else either of them could do to heighten the sensations I was feeling, Ros inched herself even further down the bed, until her head hung over the end of it. Curling one hand around the base of my shaft, on the next backstroke she pushed me back far enough for my cock to slip out of Mandy's pussy, then angled it down so that when I jerked forward again, it was into her wide open mouth.

With her head hanging down like that she could take virtually all of me and I pushed forward until I felt my cock nudging the back of her throat. Her mouth produced completely different sensations to those I'd been getting from Mandy's slickly tight pussy and when, after half a dozen thrusts she guided me back into Mandy again I understood what she had in mind for me. I was to alternately fuck Mandy's pussy and Ros's mouth and as each produced its own uniquely thrilling sensations, shifting from one to the other was absolutely phenomenal.

So, as Mandy was treated to the heightened excitement of having my cock intermittently punching into her, stimulating her to work even more feverishly on Ros's pussy, my brain was being repeatedly flooded with the distinctly different sensations.

I felt sure that Ros had been doing her best to hold back her orgasm so she could orchestrate our activity, but the thrills Mandy had been generating for her finally grew just too strong and, leaving me to power in and out of Mandy's pussy I heard her making a series of loud, grunting gasps as it finally welled up, then felt her body shuddering beneath us as she felt the full force of it surging through her.

Then, as though it had been waiting for that signal, I finally felt my own climax approaching, my achingly full balls drawing tightly up against the base of my cock, the rest of my body tensing as muscles grew taut and my thrusting faster, driving even deeper.

Mandy's back arched in reaction to the increasing force of my actions but she somehow managed to keep her head down, her mouth apparently glued to Ros's pussy and her slurping sounds mingled with the rising groans and grunts of pleasure I heard myself making as it got closer and closer. But when I felt the first load searing up through me and I slammed myself even harder and deeper into her cunt she was forced to arch herself even more, pulling her head up and giving a sharp cry as she felt it blast high up inside her.

I don't know whether what Ros did next was something she had planned to do all along, or whether it was just a spur of the moment idea. Realising that in that position she didn't have the strength to overcome the power behind my forward thrusts she achieved her objective by pushing Mandy forward, and as my cock pulled free, curling her fingers around it and angling it downward. As my body continued its frenzied, jerky thrusting, I found I was fucking her hand, and the hot, sticky semen pumping out, was being sprayed all over her face and breasts.

When we were all finally done with each other Mandy rolled over on to her back beside Ros and as I stood looking down at her I could see just how powerful her own orgasm had been. Her face and neck were deeply flushed, her spiking nipples an even darker red, her breasts rising and falling as she gasped for breath and, down between her loosely sprawled legs, the matted pubic hair split by her wetly swollen pussy-lips.

Ros lifted herself upright, turned and sat on the end of the bed, grinning as she evenly spread the gouts of semen I'd spewed out, and there proved to be more than enough to coat not only her face and neck but also both prodigious breasts.

"How about getting us another drink Rob, I think we could all do with one."

"Before or after your beauty treatment?"

"Oh before please, it'll take a few minutes to dry." adding as she turned to look down at her. "This is something you should try Mandy, it's terrific for your skin."

Mandy had been too busy recovering from what Ros and I had done for her to know what she was talking about so as she opened her eyes Ros indicated the glistening coating. "Semen, spread it evenly, let it dry and leave it on for as long as possible. It works like a face-mask and because it's full of protein it's really good for your skin. Even though yours doesn't need it yet, you should try it some time."

Having poured the drinks I disappeared into the bath-room and gave myself a bit of a wash, for a few moments re-living and marvelling at the fantastic sensations I'd just experienced. When I'd finished, Mandy also took the opportunity to freshen herself up and as I could see by then that the film had dried I sat quietly, sipping my drink and enjoying the sight of Ros's unashamedly naked voluptuousness.