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Rider Ch. 18-21

By: TonyDowse



Chapter 18 

And Plans

The next hour or so was spent making final preparations to the meal and then sitting down to eat it. To an onlooker we must have at first seemed like a couple of love-struck teen-agers, spending a lot of the time touching, staring into each other's eyes or simply grinning like idiots. But after a while we both brought our emotions under a little more control and, as Ros had originally suggested, when we sat down to eat we began to talk.

Although it wasn't what I wanted to talk about, at first she insisted on me bringing her up to date with what had happened with Mandy, so I did just that, but did so somewhat selectively, ignoring or skipping past a few of what seemed like too intimately personal details.

For instance, I decided not to mention what had happened in the bath-room, what I'd felt when Mandy held my cock while I pissed, saying only that we'd showered together. I also withheld the fantasy Mandy and I had shared early the following morning. But apart from a few things like that I gave her as full a description of the events as she wanted, and that was pretty detailed, not only wanting to know what we had done, but also how Mandy had reacted.

Other than knowing that they were fine I hardly tasted either the food or the wine, but I did notice that in spite of the feelings I had just declared to Ros, and the somewhat cold-blooded way I was describing the events, just recalling them seemed to bring my cock back to life.

'But, as I said before, although at the time it was pretty fantastic, I still wish it had been you with me Ros.' I said when I'd come to the end of my account.

'And of course I do too Rob, but then we are here now aren't we. And let's face it, you're not going to get too many more chances of being with her before you go home again. It would have been a pity to miss out on what's probably the one and only chance you'd have of that much time together. And I'm sure the experience will prove invaluable to Mandy, give her a completely different outlook on sex. It should make her more choosy, and will certainly help to make her a better partner for some lucky guy.' she added with a grin.

'That's fair enough, but...'

'No but's Rob, life's too short, enjoy whatever happens to come your way, that's been my motto. But now, more serious things.'

She fell silent, there was an expectant look on her face, and she was obviously waiting for me to say something. What should that be? What did I want to say to her? What conclusions had I reached during the time I'd spent thinking about us?

'Look, I'm not sure just what, or how to say some of this, so I'll just charge ahead. If I'm wrong, or stupid, so be it, that'll be my problem. But what I think, what I really want, goes something like this.

I've never met a woman like you, as best I can tell, I've fallen in love with you. Too quickly, yes. Forever, I don't know. But I want to be with you, want you to be with me.

But - my work, my income, is in the city. Don't get me wrong, I love the country, love being here, I always have, even as a kid. But I couldn't make a living here.

And regardless of what the poets say, you can't live on love alone, at least not in the world as I know it. So, if you feel the way I do, want to give us a serious try together, you would have to come to me.

But.' I said, holding back the interruption I could see she was about to make. 'My suggestion is this. If you think we could make a go of it together, let's give ourselves a chance to see if it works. You must be able to take some holidays, so why not spend them with me.'

Having got all that off my chest I found I needed a drink, so reached for my glass and took several mouthfuls of wine as I waited for her response.

She said nothing for a few moments, her eyes looking deep into mine, as though searching for some further piece of information that might be hidden there. Then she spoke, quite quietly, and very seriously, but with just a hint of perhaps an underlying excitement.

'In addition to everything else about you Rob, and there's plenty, that has to be one of the most level-headed propositions I've ever heard. Maybe not especially romantic, but I think I can tell you're serious about it. And luckily I already know there's a much more passionate side of you than that little speech might indicate to someone else.

So, let me answer you - in two ways. One, yes! I think it's a great idea, and I'll have no trouble fixing to get a couple of weeks off. That should be long enough. And two.' she said, stopping my immediately excited reaction. 'Two, come here and give me a kiss!' she added as she pushed herself back from the table and stood up.

Although it began as just a kiss, albeit a passionately excited one, things quickly escalated and it wasn't long before we were in her bed-room. Once we were both stripped she sat on the edge of the bed said that before we did anything else she wanted to return part of the favour I had given her before dinner.

Then, having turned my already rising cock to a full, throbbingly engorged erection, spent the next ten or fifteen minutes doing everything but take me to a climax.

Not that I was complaining, standing there, my hands busily fondling the heavy fullness of her breasts while she stroked, licked and sucked my cock was, I decided, the next best thing to being in heaven. Then, when she encouraged me to lift and press them together while pushing it back and forth between them, I knew where I actually preferred to be.

So, when she decided we had both had enough of that and pushed herself further up on to the bed, I was not just ready for her, I was almost desperately so.

But in spite of the intensity of all that physical stimulation when I looked down at her waiting body, I saw more than just the most voluptuously sensual woman I'd ever met, I saw a woman I knew I wanted to make happy. And that internal confirmation of the words I'd spoken to her just and hour or two earlier, moderated the baser feelings that had been blazing inside me.

So I was able to at least partially ignore them, and that gave me the time to get Ros to the same level of excitement. But as that really wasn't very long at all I was then able to hold on even once we had started fucking in earnest, which obviously both surprised and delighted her.

Having enjoyed at least two pretty dramatic orgasms she wriggled herself out from underneath me, turned, and got up on her hands and knees. I instantly knew what she was offering, what she wanted, she wanted me to fuck her arse.

And I didn't need any encouragement!

Ever since we had done it that way I had from time to time found myself remembering what it had felt like, the incredible strength of the sensations I had experienced, the unbelievable force behind my climax.

So, reaching down under her I wiped my fingers over her sopping pussy and, using my thumb and her own juices as lubricant, found I could quite easily open her up. When I tried to replace my thumb with the far bigger mass of my cock-head I felt her tense momentarily, but then I felt her relaxing and with a firm push, eased it in through those clamping muscles.

Once I had the head inside it was relatively easy to get the rest of my cock into that slick tunnel, and it was only when I felt my balls jammed, almost painfully up against the back of her buttocks that I felt her muscles locking again. The sensations triggered by having her anus gripping my rock-hard cock were simply indescribable! So strong that I had to pause for a moment to give myself a chance of fully savouring them.

And that pause was all the time Ros needed to let me know exactly what she had in mind.

Turning her head to look back at me, she said. 'Hold quite still Rob, let me do it for you.' Then began rocking herself slowly back and forth.

It was wonderful, excruciatingly intense, almost too much to bear, but just almost.

With one part of my brain I looked down, watching her hips and buttocks moving, seeing her tightly wrinkled anus stretched wide open by the massive size of my cock, watching it disappearing up that dark, impossibly tight entrance.

With another I tried unsuccessfully to register the feelings I was getting, but they were just too strong, they simply swamped and over-loaded those pleasure centres. And as wave after wave of them continued surging through me, racing up my spine and exploding inside my head, I became dizzily disoriented.

But even so, and although at first it was almost imperceptible, I knew that Ros was gradually moving quicker. And that she was not only speeding up but also using a little more energy each time she pushed herself back on to me, forcing my cock ever deeper.

Although I was doing my best to do as she asked, hold myself still, it was almost impossible, what she was doing had awoken the most primal urges, and they were even stronger than the combined will of both of us. I had no control, I felt my hips thrusting in time with hers.

But any worry I might have had about losing control was immediately relieved when I heard Ros cry in a choking voice. 'Yes Rob, now! Fuck it, fuck my arse, hard!'

So, taking a firm grip of her hips I began to do just that, fuck her, fuck her arse, as she wanted me too, hard!

I could hear myself making loud, guttural grunts as I forced my cock deeper, the hot tube-like tightness of her arse triggering more of those incredibly intense shocks of pleasure-pain. Feeling another, less intense, but additional source of similar feelings each time my achingly swollen balls slapped hard up against her bum-cheeks. Feeling sweat spurting from me as I thrust harder and faster.

But then, all to quickly I felt the ache in my balls suddenly tightening, and then felt the first powerful surge rising up from the pit of my stomach. And that made me thrust even more urgently, forcing myself to move faster, force my throbbingly straining cock even deeper.

And that must have been more than enough to trigger Ros's reactions. She gave a hoarse, but still piercing shriek, then her entire body seemed to be wracked by truly incredibly powerful convulsions, convulsions that seemed to involve every single muscle.

Her flexing and twisting added just too much additional stimulation and with a force and power that felt even greater than any of those I had already experienced that week, my cock finally exploded, blasting the first gout of churning semen deep inside her. I continued frantically ramming myself into her, feeling my cock pumping again, and again, and again, as though determined to drain every single drop of fluid from my body. And then, when I was sure I was totally spent, I felt Ros, still rocking back and forth, as though her still tightly gripping arse needed to urge just a few more spurts out of me.

Later, much later, we showered, as Mandy and I had, together, but more tenderly and with much less dramatic results. Then we sat and talked through what plans we needed to make.

Ros was certain she could get time off from her job virtually immediately, and I suggested that if that was so, she should drive back with me. That obviously pleased her and although she knew I would have to return to work, said that apart from the main reason for the trip, she would enjoy the opportunity of revisiting the city, and especially the shopping.

So then she wanted to know all about my life there, my work, my apartment, my friends, and my interests. To our surprise and delight we found there were many things we actually had in common and although I kept the thought to myself, the more we talked the more confident I felt about the outcome of the proposition I had put to her.

In fact by the time we had got close to talking ourselves out, and drunk the second bottle of wine in the process, I was feeling positively exuberant. Then Ros raised a question I had, to be honest, all but forgotten.

'Now about Mandy? She'll expect to see us, well you, some time during the rest of the week.'

Shit, I'd forgotten Mandy!'

Ros laughed. 'I don't believe that Rob!'

'Well, you know what I mean.'

'I understand.' she said in a softer voice. 'But we, you can't just leave her dangling. You'll have to tell her what's happened. And you'll have to be very careful and gentle about how you approach it, she's at a vulnerable age Rob.'

'I understand that.'

'And it's quite possible that she'll expect a farewell performance.'

'Do you think so? I mean after I tell her about us?'

'It's possible. She may want to remember you that way.'

'I don't know if I could, not now.'

'Oh come off it Rob. Ten minutes with her and you'll feel quite differently.'

'But how about you? I mean, if what you say is correct, how would you feel about that?'

'I'll survive Rob. If all goes well I'll be leaving here on Saturday, with you. Knowing you've had a couple of fucks between now and then will be a small price to pay. And after all, I've got some very fond memories of Mandy too, I owe her something for giving me those.'

We talked a little more about our shared experiences with Mandy and it seemed that just doing that was enough to re-fire our more immediate interest in sharing with each other. So we returned to her bed, and after a slow and much more emotional love-making, eventually fell asleep in each other's arms.

*

Chapter 19

Breaking the News

As Tuesday was the other day Ros didn't have to work we made the most of it and slept in, well at least stayed in bed until nearly lunch time. After an early fuck, or a 'morning glory' as Ros called it, we went back to sleep for a bit, then she got up to make us some coffee and toast, then we had another, much longer and somewhat messier second session.

We walked, did some more talking, made lunch, then even before we had really finished that, decided we needed each other again.

'It's not going to be like this all the time is it Rob?' she asked when we lay quietly recovering from what had turned out to be an even more exhausting bout.

'I sincerely hope not Ros. If it is I'll simply fade away to a shadow. But it's funny, Mandy asked me a very similar question. I answered her by saying she was feeling the way she was because it was all so new to her. I can't use the same rationale with you and I, so who knows how long we'll feel this way. Let's just make the most of it!' I added as I rolled over and grabbed her again.

She laughingly pushed me away. 'We have plenty of time, and apart from the rest of today and tonight, don't forget you also need to keep a bit in reserve in case Mandy reacts the way I predicted. And now I need to wash my hair and do a few other things, so while I'm doing that and then getting something started for dinner, why don't you go down for a swim.'

I did as she suggested and then lost track of how many more times we made love before we left to drive separately back to the motel early the following morning.

While I was down at the beach Ros had made a few phone calls, organising a couple of women to take over her job for the two weeks she would be away, then telling her boss what she had arranged. Letting Moira and a few other close friends know what she was doing, and no doubt going into some of the steamier details as to the actual reason for the sudden trip away.

For my part the frequency and intensity of the unusual amount of sex I'd been having seemed to have drained me, not just physically but also mentally. I felt the way I imagined people on massive doses of anti-depressants might, somewhat disoriented and slightly removed from things going on around me, with time seeming to pass in a gentle blur.

But even so I was still able to worry about Mandy, about her reaction to the news. So much so that for a time I considered whether it was actually necessary to say anything to her at all. But of course that was the coward's way out, and it just wasn't in my nature to do that. So in my head I rehearsed several little speeches I might use to break it to her. None of which really sounded any good when I tried saying them out loud.

So by Wednesday afternoon I still had no clear idea of just what I would say to her, but had decided where and how to do so. Knowing where she lived, and the approximate time she normally arrived at the stable-yard enabled me to estimate the time I needed to leave the motel so I could meet her on her way there. And luckily that worked, I'd been walking for no more than five minutes when I saw her coming down the opposite side of the street towards me.

She saw me, glanced around behind herself, then crossed over and hurried towards me.

'Where are you going Rob? I missed you yesterday evening.' she said a little breathlessly.

'I was with Ros last night, and I was coming to meet you, so we could talk a bit.' I explained.

'Oh good, my friend will be at the yard so I'll be stuck with her again afterwards. But this is the last time, she's going back tomorrow, so I'll be able to stage another of Champ's temper tantrums.' she added with a tinge of excitement in her voice.

All the carefully worded explanations I'd practised seemed to suddenly desert me, I found myself just blurting out. 'I wanted to tell you that Ros is coming back to the city with me.'

She said nothing for a few moments but I could see from the slowly changing expression on her face that she seemed to understood the underlying implication of what I'd said. Then to my absolute amazement, when she replied it was with excitement and apparently genuine happiness.

'You're getting together, permanently?'

'I hope so.' I said dumbly.

'But that's marvellous Rob! Oh I'm so pleased, for you both I mean!'

'I thought you might be a bit, well I don't know, well upset I suppose.' I said.

'You mean jealous? Oh I suppose there's a little bit of that, well no, maybe envy. But I'm not stupid Rob, all this has been absolutely marvellous, but it was never going to go anywhere was it. It's like a party, fantastic while it going on, but you know it's going to come to an end.'

'That's a remarkably mature way of putting it.'

'But I knew from the start that you were only here for two weeks, and let's face it even if either of us had wanted to we'd have a pretty hard time trying to develop a relationship. I mean apart from where you live and what you do, well you are a lot older.'

That little phrase really put me in my place, and although I had been so immensely relieved to find her taking the news so easily, hearing her say that took just a little of the gloss off my reactions. But then she restored some of my suddenly reduced self-esteem by adding. 'But that doesn't mean we can't have at least a little time together, at least once more, does it? I mean, for us to say good-bye properly.' she added with a twinkling grin.

It was only when she said that that I remembered what Ros had said once we had found out how we felt about each other, when she'd raised the issue of me needing to see Mandy again and I had expressed doubts as to my ability to respond to her - 'Oh come off it Rob, ten minutes with her and you'll feel quite differently.'

It was only then that I realised that from the moment I had first caught sight of her coming down the other side of the street, I had in fact been responding. Although it was a different colour the light-weight jumper she had on was the same style as the one she'd worn that first evening, tight fitting. And although I could tell that this time she was wearing a bra it did nothing to stop me picturing her as she was beneath it. Did nothing to stop her youthfully firm, sweetly upcurving breasts from swaying as she walked beside me. And although Ros's were a true miracle of nature, if nothing else, I wanted just one more chance to see, hold and caress Mandy's.

'I suppose not.' I heard myself mumbling. 'Can you come back tomorrow evening?'


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She thought for a moment then said. 'I've got a better idea. I'll tell Mum I'm going straight from dance class to the yard. 'I'll skip the lesson, like I did last week, there'll be a bit of flack but nothing serious. That way we can have a couple of hours together. But more importantly, will Ros mind us doing that?'

Again I was amazed at her maturity, her appreciation and consideration of how another might feel about what we were planning to do.

'We've talked about that, in fact she sort of expected you to want to see me again before we leave. She said, well what she actually said was that it would be a small price to pay.'

'Ah, I can understand that. But when you see her and tell what's happening, ask her if she'd mind if, I mean once you are settled-in together, if you'd both mind if I paid a visit sometime.'

'In the city?'

'Mmm, I'm sure there'll be something I need to go up for. You know, something educational, to do with the final exams. I'll need to stay over of course, and I'm sure Mum and Dad would be pleased if they didn't have to fork out for accommodation.' she said with a mischievous grin.

'But about tomorrow, I might get spotted if I come to the motel in broad daylight. Can you do what we did the other morning, pick me up in the lane by the post office?'

I said that would be no problem and as by then we were close to the stable-yard, having confirmed what time she expected to be there the following afternoon she blew me a kiss and hurried off to meet her riding companion.

The dining room was pretty full that evening so Ros and I had little chance to talk, which in a way wasn't a bad thing. She said she'd join me when she had finished, then raised my excitement even higher by telling me she had brought some over-night things with her.

Although it was less than twenty-four hours since we had last made love when she came up to my room neither of us wasted any time in what would have been an unnecessary preamble, literally falling into bed together. But once we had somewhat reduced the heat of the fires we each had burning inside the first thing she wanted to know was if I had been able to see Mandy.

I gave her a virtually word-by-word recounting of what had initially happened, and told her how amazed I'd been at Mandy's maturity. She didn't seem too surprised, but then wanted to know if Mandy had expressed a wish to see me again.

I was naturally reluctant to answer, but of course had no choice but to tell her what Mandy's idea had been. But then added what she'd also said about maybe coming up to see us sometime in the future.

Her reaction astounded me as much as Mandy's original proposal had, she laughed. 'Oh what a darling girl! So what did you say?'

'Actually I don't think I said anything at all. You don't really mind if I see her tomorrow evening?'

'Rob I told you I expected her to want that. I mean obviously I'd be happier if it were me you were spending the time with. But I have a stack of things to do before Saturday morning, I'll be too busy to worry too much about what's going on. And now I'll have the prospect of her joining us sometime for another threesome to think about. So no I don't really mind, you go ahead with what you've arranged, and I'll get started on some packing.'

So that was that, and although Ros's beautiful body and her enthusiastic approach made our later love-making exhaustingly satisfying, from time to time I still couldn't prevent myself thinking about what was going to happen the following afternoon.

*

Chapter 20

Just Au Revoir

Before she left to go down to the restaurant to start preparing things for breakfast Ros told me that apart from in the dining room, she wouldn't see me again until we were ready to go on Saturday morning. She brushed my protests aside by saying I simply had to understand just how much she actually had to do to get ready, that she couldn't just walk out of her house.

'Even if it's only to be for the couple of weeks I have a lot to do Rob. But I think we both hope it will actually be for a lot longer, and although if all does go well between us I can come back down to fix things permanently, there's still a mass of things that can't wait.

So just be patient with me. Anyway, you never know, Mandy might be able to join you on Friday too.' She added as she headed out of the door.

Somehow I managed to fill in the day, I returned the keys to my aunt's house and spent an hour or so with my cousin, then went down on the beach for a swim and after that lay in the sun for a while.

I thought back over the incredible events of the last ten days, then tried to imagine what my new life would be like, with Ros. Just having her with me would certainly create some dramatic changes, and I felt sure that her personality and attitude to life would bring about many more. But far from worrying me, the prospect of that was exciting. And I felt sure that the changes she would make to my previous adequate, but relatively unpredictable sex-life would be even more so.

And of course from time to time I also found myself thinking about Mandy. About the possibility of her visiting us at some time in the future, about the idea of a repeat of the things we had done to and with each other. And about seeing her later that afternoon.

And of course found that all that thinking had given me a somewhat embarrassingly solid erection that only subsided after another, more vigorous swim.

But eventually it was time to go off to meet Mandy and having parked where I had before, and left the rear door slightly ajar, I waited for her to appear. Through the rear-view mirror I saw a couple of dozen boys and girls passing down the main street, then nothing for several minutes. I was just beginning to think something had happened to make her change her plans, when she popped into view, glancing nervously about before turning into the lane, then scurrying for the car.

'OK let's go.' she said as she pulled the door shut behind herself and slid down onto the floor. 'I'm a bit late because I waited until I was sure everyone else had gone, so they wouldn't see me.' she explained.

As I drove off I heard her fumbling with something and when we got back to the motel I found she had put a raincoat on over her school uniform. 'Just check that the coast's clear please Rob.' she said, then when I assured her it was, she scooted up the steps that led up to the veranda.

I followed just as quickly and it was only when I'd shut the door that we both realised just how laughable our actions must have seemed to anybody who might have been watching, and we both had an uncontrollable fit of the giggles.

'I don't think I'd make a very good spy Rob.' she said as our laughter subsided.

'Nor I, I think if anyone had been watching us we just managed to make ourselves look even more obvious. But I'm sure there was nobody around, so let's not worry about it. You're here now.' I said, helping her take off her raincoat.

'Yes I am, and I've brought several days' pent-up frustration with me.' she replied as she reached around me and pulled herself close.

As we kissed I slid my hands down her back to her buttocks, gripping the delightfully tight globes and pulling her even harder up against myself. The scent of her filled my nostrils as our tongues snaked and twined, the feel of her body squirming itself against mine set my pulse racing, and I got an almost instantaneous erection.

'Ah yes, that's what I want.' she whispered when we eventually broke for a gulp of air, wriggling one hand down between us to find the swollen length of it.

'All in good time, let me get rid of some of that frustration some other way first, then we'll both enjoy what my friend here can do for us even more.'

'Oh I like that idea.' she said excitedly, immediately starting to undo the buttons down the front of her uniform.

'Slow down a bit.' I said, stopping her. 'Let's not be in such a rush Mandy, you'll find everything is even better if you give yourself time to enjoy it. Let's undress each other first, take it in turns to do one bit at a time. OK?'

'OK.' she answered in no more than a low whisper. 'Teacher knows best.'

'Shoes and socks first.' I said as I went down on my knees.

She dropped a hand down on to my shoulder for support as I lifted one foot and eased the shoe off, then I felt her fingers gripping me more tightly when, instead of immediately taking off her sock, I slid my hand slowly up and down her calf a few times. I did the same with the other foot, but that time let my hand move higher, to her knee, then up under her skirt to the even smoother, even more stirring soft firmness of her thigh. And when I'd taken off both shoes and socks I remained kneeling for a few moments, running both hands up and down the backs of her legs and pressing my face against the gentle curve of her stomach.

The thought of what lay beneath that thin layer of cotton fabric made my head spin, and I felt my cock surge even higher. But I resisted the temptation to do anything more and dropped my hands, then stood up. 'Now it's your turn.' I said, noticing how flushed her face had already become.

As wearing trousers stopped her from doing exactly what I had, she improvised, taking off my shoes and socks then glancing up momentarily before unfastening my trousers and tugging them down off me. But then she did what I had, in her case pressing her cheek against the solid bulge in my underpants as she ran her hands up and down the backs of my thighs.

I had never thought of my legs as being secondary erogenous zones, and maybe it was just because that time I also had her head pressing against my slowly pulsating cock, but her fingers seemed charged. From the moment they made contact I felt a tingling thrill, and as they moved over my skin the tingling feeling strengthened, rippling straight up my spine. I reached down and stroked her soft hair, at the same time pressing her just a little more firmly against myself. 'That feels really, really good. You've become an expert.' I said. 'But too much more of that will bring on a much too hasty conclusion.' I added, reluctantly pushing her head back a little and then pulling her to her feet.

But as she rose she slipped her hands up under my shirt, so although the source of the tingling thrills changed the effect continued, and when she turned her hands and ran her nails lightly down my back I felt myself shuddering. Not that I was inactive, once on her feet I finished what Mandy had started, undoing the rest of the buttons down the front of her uniform, then bending to kiss the nape of her neck as I pushed it down off her shoulders.

'You'll have to ignore the undies, I didn't have a chance to change into something more sexy Rob.' she whispered between soft gasps of pleasure as my hands ran slowly up and down her back.

'It's the contents, not the packaging that I'm really interested in.' I replied as I fumbled with the clip on her bra, then adding. 'Just move over there and sit down on the bed, I want us both to enjoy this.'

As she went across to the bed I took my shirt off, but didn't take my eyes off her. Even the regulation white cotton briefs couldn't detract from her beauty, her pale, completely unblemished skin, the line of her back, the sensuously curving shape of her slender waist and rounded hips. Then she turned and sat down and my eyes dropped to the even more stunning beauty of her breasts.

By comparison with Ros's magnificent pair they were of course relatively small, but their tautly upcurving shape more than made up for any lacking in sheer size. And at that moment I could neither recall nor imagine a picture or painting of a more mouth-watering example of youthful feminine loveliness.

I knelt down in front of her and cupping my hands I slipped one up under each breast, taking their weight and gently grazing their tips with my thumbs. 'You're going to be told this many, many times Mandy, but you really are stunningly beautiful.' I said softly before bending to kiss one of the already stiffening nipples.

Just the feel of her breasts in my hands and the scent of her in my nostrils sent my pulse racing, and when I felt my cock straining against the confine of my briefs, I wished I'd taken them off too. But doing my best to ignore what was happening to me, I concentrated on what I could do for Mandy.

I lost track of how long I spent fondling, kissing and then sucking her breasts and nipples, using every technique I knew, alternating feather-light licking and finger-tip stroking with occasional nibbles and squeezes. But it was obviously effective because her initial sighs of pleasure gradually turned to soft moans of more deeply felt excitement. Then, some time later, after a good deal more fondling, licking and nibbling, those changed to lower, almost plaintive mewling sounds.

Hearing those reminded of something she'd said, about how close to orgasm she'd got from me doing that the other time, and, wondering if this time I could actually get her there, I gradually intensified what I was doing.

By then, her nipples had become more swollen and much stiffer, and as I squeezed her flesh more firmly, I sucked harder than I had previously done. But even though it was what I had been trying to do I was still amazed when, after a few minutes of that she gave a sharp grunt. Then, the fingers that had been running through my hair suddenly tightened their grip, her entire body seemed to tense, and she gave a surprised, much shriller cry. 'Oh Rob! Oh, yes! Yeeesss!'

Although frankly astonished at the intensity of her response, once I realised that she was actually starting to climax, and while I continued squeezing one breast with my hand, I took as much of the other as I could get into my mouth, and sucked even harder.

I had to lift myself as she arched backwards, and then she clamped one hand over her mouth to muffle her cries of delight, and I felt her thrusting the other down between her legs as her entire body began a series of shuddering convulsions.

'Oh that wasn't fair! But it was fantastic! And even more so because it was completely unexpected.' she gasped a couple of minutes later as the shuddering began to subside. 'But now it's my turn. So get up please.' she added as she firmly pushed my head away.

As I did so she ran her hands down over me, then hooked her fingers into the waist-band of my briefs. 'It's nice to see you got excited from doing that for me.' she said, eyeing the damp spot made by the pre-cum that had been oozing from my cock. 'But they're nowhere near as wet as mine are.'

I was thankful that she didn't try to yank them straight down, instead pushing one hand inside and keeping the rigid length out of the way as she tugged with the other. 'And it feels very hot too. Hot, hard, and obviously ready for some TLC.' she said as she pushed my briefs down and I stepped out of them.

When she took her restraining hand away my cock sprang upright, my excited anticipation at what she was about to do making it quiver. 'I always forget just how big it is, and how magnificent, how powerful it looks.' she said in a husky, and barely audible voice. Now let's see if it tastes as good as it looks.' she added, reaching one hand around behind me to urge me forward, while the other pressed it down level with her waiting mouth.

The feel of her lips slipping moistly down over my cock-head was sheer bliss, and I felt muscles tensing as her fingers tightened around the shaft and she pushed slowly forward until she'd taken about a third of the total length. 'Mmm!' she gurgled, looking up with mischievously sparkling eyes as she began to move her head back and forth. Then she slid her hand down between my legs and began rolling and gently squeezing my balls, all the time continuing to stare up at me, obviously watching the signs of my steadily increasing tension.

I sensed she'd have been happy to take me all the way to a climax and although that wasn't what I wanted, the thrills she gave me was so strong I was certainly tempted to let her continue for much longer than I did. But I suddenly got another idea, about how we could both get equal amounts of enjoyment. 'Hold on a minute Mandy.' I said after a few minutes, pulling my cock back out of her mouth and reaching down for her.

'Why?' she protested almost angrily.

'Try it this way instead, it'll be better, for both of us. Slip your panties off.' I replied getting up on the bed and stretching out across it.

At first she thought I wanted her to just kneel between my legs, but when I tugged her around the other way she quickly got the idea. 'Ah, sixty-nine, yes I like that idea. Just shows what a good teacher can add to things.' she said with a giggle as she got up on all fours above me.

Her pussy still showed all the signs of her climax, the outer lips puffy and swollen, the cleft between them wet with her juices, and as she lowered herself down the acridly musky scent of her arousal was strong, excitingly strong. I reached up for her hips and eased her just a little lower, then slid my tongue up into the cleft, my taste buds tingling as I licked and swallowed the surplus. And at precisely the same moment she lowered her mouth to my rearing cock, re-starting the blissful feelings she'd been giving me before as she began moving it slowly up and down.

Somehow we each managed to control the urge to hurry through to a quick, but dramatically explosive finale, pacing ourselves, picking up and following each other's changing rhythms. And so both extending and heightening the stimulation we were giving one another, thrilling at both giving and receiving equal amounts of incredibly intense pleasure.

But of course neither of us could hold back forever but, just as I felt the pressure inside me rising close to its critical point, Mandy stopped what she was doing. 'Not that way Rob, I want to feel you coming inside me. And I want to watch your face too!' she gasped breathlessly as she lifted herself off me.

It took her only a matter of seconds to swivel and turn herself around, and then replace her mouth with her pussy. 'You don't mind, do you?' she asked anxiously, her face and neck flushed a deep red.

'Of course not.' I mumbled, thrusting my cock up to meet her downward push.

Although what she had been doing with her mouth and tongue had been spectacularly wonderful, the feel of the moistly clinging velvet of her pussy was ten times more so, and I heard myself letting out a long, gasping groan as my cock pushed deeper.

Mandy must have been even closer to her climax that I had been because just feeling the hard length driving up into her triggered its onset. 'Sorry!' she gasped, then rocked herself back and forth, again suppressing her cries by clamping her hand to her mouth as the tremors surged up through her body.

Although she wasn't actually moving up and down I could still feel the effect of her orgasm, her contractions making various muscles flex, including those that were gripping my cock, giving me the feeling it was being rhythmically squeezed by a number of tiny fingers. The effect was so strong I couldn't help myself, thrusting upwards, so powerfully I literally lifted Mandy up off the bed.

Then, although she was still shuddering from her continuing climax I felt her knees and thighs clamping tight, restraining the urgency of my actions in exactly the same way as she would control those of a feistily bucking horse.

Somehow I managed to hold myself back, doing my best to relax while her spasms slowly tapered off. 'Phew! That was even more of a surprise, sorry Rob.' she croaked between panting gasps for breath.

'You've nothing to apologise for. I nearly lost it then too. Thank goodness for the thighs of steel.' I added with a grin.

She smiled back at me. 'So, now let's concentrate on you.' she said in a more determined tone, pressing down on my chest as she added. 'You just lie quite still, I'll do the next bit.'




Rider Ch. 18-21



I was quite happy to do as she'd said, but when her breasts began swaying as she started moving up and down I felt sure she hadn't meant I should remain completely inert, so I reached up for them.

Then I had a few minutes of truly profound physical pleasure. The steady rise and fall of her clinging pussy sent a continual flow of exciting thrills through my entire body. But adding to those was the way my fingers and hands tingled from the feel of the silky firmness of her breasts filling them. And even though she had closed her eyes, I could tell from the look on her beautiful face that regardless of whatever she was feeling herself she was doing her very best to give me as much of that pleasure as she could.

So in one way I was disappointed when I felt the first, all too familiar signs of my approaching orgasm, felt the increasing tension in my body, felt my balls tightening, felt the muscles in my stomach and thighs flexing.

Mandy must have felt the change in my reactions too, and perhaps until then she had been holding herself back, waiting for those signs. Her eyes opened, wide, they were dark and misty, but as she stared down at me I also saw a look in them I hadn't seen before. 'Now come! I want to watch you come!' she said in a low, almost growling voice as she began riding me even more slowly, but also even more determinedly.

As it began my eyes automatically clamped shut, but I knew hers weren't, knew she was watching the grimacing contortions on my face as the pressure inside me rose higher and higher. Then I could no longer control the rest of me, I felt my hips jerking upwards, thrusting my cock higher, deeper inside her. Then felt the searing, jetting force of my semen being pumped even deeper.

Mandy maintained her slow, but fiercely determined movements right through to the end of my climax, but then, although she must have known she couldn't expect any more from me, instead of slowing and stopping, she increased their speed.

Although still dizzy from the explosive strength of my climax I opened my eyes, and found myself staring up into hers. There was a tight smile of satisfaction on her face and through clenched teeth and staccato gasps for breath she said. 'That - was - fantastic!' - 'Better than I'd - imagined.' - 'Now, just a few - more.'

And, with my still virtually fully engorged cock trapped inside her pounding pussy I could do little more than watch until just a short time later she also reached hers.

'That was great!' she said with excited enthusiasm when we had both regained some control of ourselves and were lying side by side. 'I'm so glad I was able to hang on long enough to be able to watch you have yours. I could see how strong it was for you. I mean I can always feel that, but being able to watch you all the way through it somehow made it even better. I don't know why, but it was.'

'I know what you mean, it's the same for me. Seeing the look on a woman's face as she climaxes is something special.'

'Oh I'm glad you feel that way too Rob. I thought it might be another of my little perversions.' she added with a giggle.

'I've told you before, what you think, is not a perversion. And enjoying somebody else achieve the ultimate physical pleasure is certainly not perverted.'

'You're always so reassuring about these things, thank you.' she said, rolling herself over on top of me and then kissing me.

In spite of the massive climax I'd just had the feel of supple body pressing against mine was stirring and I held her close, letting my hands roam all over it as I returned her kiss. 'Mmm that's nice.' she whispered when my hands continued caressing her after we had broken for a breath of air.

'For me too.' I replied, enjoying the feel of the silky warmth of her skin as my fingers continued trailing over her.

'Really?'

'Of course. There's nothing like the feel of a woman's body. Your skin is so soft, so smooth. And of course the curvy bits are especially nice.' I added as my fingers slipped down into the valley between the cheeks of her bottom.

She giggled, then rolled off me and stretched out on her back. 'Well if you really like touching me, go ahead, it's all yours.' she said throatily as she closed her eyes and relaxed.

The offer was too good to refuse and I have no idea just how long I spent kneeling beside her and caressing her, from time to time rolling her over so I could explore every inch of her lovely body. And although at first I had no intention of doing any more than just that, caressing her with almost feather-light strokes, in time I could see she was reacting just a little more strongly to my touch. So, very, very slowly I began focussing my caresses, easing her legs sufficiently far apart so I could reach her pussy with one hand, while continuing to use the other on various other parts, especially her breasts and still stiffly swollen nipples.

I took her to one, relatively small climax, then, not giving her time to recover, rolled her over and lifted her sufficiently to get my arm up beneath her, and began to work her towards another that way.

And it was only while I was doing that that I realised just how strongly I had been reacting to what I was doing. Obviously I had been enjoying caressing her. The sight and feel of gorgeous body was wonderful, as was the freedom I had to touch her where and how I liked. But although I was fully aware of the perhaps aesthetic pleasure the situation was giving me, until I happened to glance down at myself I really hadn't realised just how powerfully my own body had been reacting physically.

My cock was erect again, and just seeing it like that seemed to suddenly make me conscious of the swirling mix of feelings going on inside me.

In just a day or so I was going to be starting on what I hoped would be a long and happy new phase of my life, with Ros, a woman I was sure I had fallen in love with. This time with Mandy had been meant to be just a chance for us to say good-bye to each other. Yet at that moment Ros, the things we had already done, and all the even more wonderful things I hoped we would do, might just as well have been happening to two completely different people. At that moment there was only this young, stunningly beautiful, and eagerly enthusiastic, girl's body. And my cock. My seemingly tireless, and all too demanding cock.

When I thought about it later the only explanation I could come up with was that it was in fact connected to a completely different part of my brain to all my other feelings. Perhaps hard-wired into the oldest, most primitive sections. Responding to just the most primal instincts. Untouched by our higher intellectual and emotional processes.

Whatever the actual explanation, at that moment all I could think about was plunging it back into Mandy's ever-welcoming pussy. Experiencing just once more the sheer bliss of its clinging tightness. Hearing her cries of delighted release. Unleashing the pressure I could feel already rising inside myself.

So I did just that, getting down off the bed and shifting her so she was kneeling on its edge, then replacing the fingers that had continued stroking her clitoris as I'd moved us around, with my cock-head. 'Oh yes Rob, do it again, please!' she said in a muffled voice as she reached back between her legs and guided it into her pussy.

And I did, as I had wanted to, thrilling at the feel of her clinging tightness, aware of her cries of escalating delight, but most of the time simply wallowing in the blissful enjoyment that filled me as my cock pushed back and forth.

For some time it seemed as though I'd be able to stand there fucking her all night long. My cock felt as though it had tapped into some virtually inexhaustible force buried deep inside me. Its action powered by, and my rhythm keeping time with the steady pulsing throb that seemed to be energising it.

I have no idea how many times Mandy actually climaxed. I know she had several, but after the first couple she seemed to be gripped by a continuous, rolling orgasm that had peaks of more extreme intensity, but which never really came to a finale.

And although in one part of my brain I was pleased that she was experiencing that degree of enjoyment, the part of me that was actually driving me on seemed disassociated from all that. What was happening to her, and even how I felt about it, was totally irrelevant. All that mattered was my cock, what it was doing, and then, in time achieving its real purpose.

So I powered on, thrusting deep, oblivious to Mandy's gasps, moans and cries, oblivious to my own deeper, more guttural grunts, oblivious to everything but the force driving me, and the resulting thrills that coursed through my entire body.

But of course nothing lasts forever, and no force is completely inexhaustible. Eventually I felt the pressure inside me mounting, felt the ache in my balls increasing, felt whatever it was that had been driving me urging me to thrust faster and even deeper.

But what actually pulled me completely back out of my reverie was Mandy's louder, much shriller cry. 'Oh! Oh shit! Oh thank God, you're finally going to come!'

And then I felt what she already had, felt my entire body tensing, muscles flexing, and my cock throbbing even more strongly. Then I also felt my balls tightening as they rose hard up against its base, felt the breath-taking rush of excitement, and then a few all too short moments later, with a deafening roar, I exploded.

And that time I knew for certain I pumped everything I had into her. After the first, blinding jolt I looked down, watching my red raw cock pistoning back and forth as it spouted load after churning load of semen. There was so much that after the first few massive blasts I saw some oozing back out from between her gripping pussy-lips, then being beaten into a froth by my still relentlessly pounding cock.

When it was over, when I was utterly drained, I stood there, gripping her hips for support as I gulped down lungfuls of air and my body trembled and shook from head to foot.

Mandy had fallen forwards, her head buried in the bed-clothes, so I couldn't hear what she said, and didn't have the strength to ask her to repeat it. I just hung on to her as I fought to regain some sort of control of myself. Then, perhaps understanding how I felt at that moment, she lifted and turned her head. 'I asked you what brought that on.' she said in a croaky voice.

'You did!' Was all I managed to answer.

Neither of us had the strength or energy to move for several minutes, but my heart gradually stopped racing, breathing became easier and I felt I was regaining at least some control of myself. So when Mandy finally pulled herself forward off me with a squelching, plopping sound, I was able to let go of her without actually collapsing. I sat down on the side of the bed and she wriggled herself around to hug me.

'I was beginning to think you were never going to stop.' she said in a still husky voice. 'It was incredible, but I was starting to get a bit sore.' she admitted.

'Sorry about that Mandy. I really don't know what got into me that time.'

'Well I loved what you'd got into me.' she replied with a giggle, then added. 'But I think you'd better get me a towel, I'm making an awful mess here and if I move again it'll get even worse.'

I managed to push myself up and totter to the bath-room for a towel, and took the opportunity to give myself a quick wipe down before returning to her. Although utterly exhausted and totally sated I still couldn't help enjoying watching her do the same to herself, for some reason recalling the time, which at that moment seemed so very long ago, when I watched her taking a pee. Realising just how strangely exciting those moments of sheer intimacy could be. And in spite of what Mandy and I had just shared, as I watched her, looking forward to sharing those with Ros.

We had spent so much time making love and fucking that Mandy had to leave quite soon after that, giving me an enormous hug and an even more passionate kiss before we left the room and headed down for the car. 'Thanks for everything Rob. I know you've enjoyed it as much as I have, but you have taught me so much in the process, stuff I might never have learned otherwise. So you'll always be someone special in my memory.'

'As you will certainly be in mine Mandy.' I replied before giving her a kiss as strong as the one she'd given me.'

'And maybe I'll get up to see the two of you some time.'

'If you do you can be sure of a very warm welcome, from both of us.' I replied with a grin.

'Oh good, so in that case perhaps 'au revoir', not 'good-bye', is the appropriate thing to say.'

*

Chapter 21

Homeward Bound

Having dropped Mandy off as close to her home as I could I drove slowly, and in some ways, sadly, back to the motel. But having freshened myself up I went down to the restaurant for a meal and found that just the sight of Ros bustling around quickly restored my somewhat flagging spirits.

Of course she could see from the expression on my face that I'd seen Mandy and seemed pleased when I told her that she'd said she was really hoping she would see both of us sometime in the near future. Ros seemed even happier when I also said that otherwise that was the last time I'd see Mandy, and then although I did everything I could to persuade her to change her mind about not seeing me until the Saturday morning, she was quite uncompromising.

'I've already told you how much I have to organise Rob. Anyway, after the last week or two I should think you'd be glad to have twenty-four hours or so without any female company. Give you a chance to recharge your batteries, so to speak.' she added with a grin before hurrying away to organise my dinner.

In a sense I supposed she was right, apart from, and perhaps even more disconcerting than the almost ridiculous amount of sex I'd had in less than two weeks, my emotions had been pulled this way and that. A time in which they could settle down a bit might not be such a bad thing.

So I spent a day doing nothing much at all, staying in bed until late, going down to the beach for a swim, taking a last drive around the town and surrounding countryside, and even having a short nap late in the afternoon.

The dining room was busy that evening and so Ros had hardly any time for anything but a chance to fix a time for me to pick her up the following morning. But although the conversation was brief, I could tell from the expression on her face and the look in her eyes just how excited she was. And when I went back up to my room to pack my own few things I found myself experiencing a very similar sense of genuinely excited anticipation.

So perhaps it's not surprising that I slept fitfully that night, being woken a couple of times by the strength of the dreams I was having. The first was the stranger of the two, because in it I was being suffocated, by an enormous collection of breasts. They were of an amazing variety of totally disembodied sizes and shapes, some quite beautiful, others no more than great masses of pillowy flesh. And they were piled all over me, pressing me down, almost crushing me, making breathing virtually impossible.

I woke in a cold sweat, gripped by a classic example of the night terrors, my heart pounding and with a sense of having escaped just in the nick of time from some dreadful event.

The second woke me much later, in fact when my eyes opened and I looked around me I could see through the window that the sky was just faintly tinged with pre-dawn light. And although far from being scary, as the previous one had been, the effect on me was just as strong. I had a raging erection. The covering sheet looked as though it was being held up by a tent pole, and I could feel the unmistakable sense of urgent need that follows a period of intense arousal.

The dream had been a virtual repeat of the fantasy I'd had with Mandy, during the time we'd spent at my aunt's house, when I'd fantasised about being her stallion, about having her riding me.

Even as I pushed myself upright the dream came rushing back, the beach, the sound of the breaking surf, the weight of her pressing down on me.

And I remembered the sound of her voice as she'd painted the picture in my head, not only describing the scene, but also telling me how much she was enjoying the feeling of having my cock up inside her pussy. Remembered how wet and open she'd been, the feel of her knees gripping me as she drove herself right down the full length of the shaft.

I had been totally helpless, I was nothing but a body with a cock, or rather, a body that was both horse and saddle. And a saddle with a conveniently shaped pommel.

She was riding me along the beach towards a far off headland, riding at a canter, her knees gripping me, her body keeping time with the rhythm of my hooves, and her tightly controlled rises and falls squeezing my cock, making the rapidly accumulating semen churn.

After some time she had given me my head, leaning forward as she urged me on as I raced for the headland. I had so much strength and power she'd felt virtually weightless and I galloped faster and faster, apart from my goal, conscious of only the throbbing heat coming from that part of me that was ramming deep inside her with each stride.

I'd seen the headland coming closer and closer, felt a massive surge of power coursing through my body and, with a sense of rapidly mounting excitement, knew I was soon going to achieve my goal, and please my mistress.

But whereas in my fantasy I'd heard a gull-like screeching, then exploded, in reality it was the noise in my head that woke me, leaving me dangling on the brink of a climax.

I mentally shook myself free of the grip the dream had had on me, but that made no difference to the thing beneath the sheets, it was still throbbingly engorged, and just the feel of the lightly grazing sheet was making it quiver and jerk.

I had three choices; I could do my best to ignore it and try to simply force myself back to sleep, I could get up and take a cold shower, or I could get rid of it in a more mundane way. I chose the last, recalling the most exciting parts of the dream as I masturbated, then, totally ignoring the mess I had added to the stains Mandy and I had already made on the sheets, fell asleep again.

Perhaps that briefly disturbing episode cleared away any guilty demons that might have been lurking in the back of my mind. Certainly I slept much more soundly for the next couple of hours, and when I reawoke felt fully refreshed, and excited, but in a completely different sort of way.

Having showered and packed my stuff in the car I went down for breakfast, then checked out and drove around to Ros's house. She was almost ready, actually in the process of checking the last few things before closing it up, so within another fifteen minutes or so we were ready for off.

'You'll have to excuse the less than seductive clothes, I opted for practical instead.' she said, indicating the blouse and skirt she had on.

But I couldn't see a single thing wrong with what she was wearing. The blouse was sufficiently close fitting to show off the size and shape of her magnificent breasts, and although the skirt was pretty ordinary it seemed to me that in certain circumstances the line of buttons down the front could prove to be extremely practical.

'And speaking of clothes, you do realise there's one promise I never got to keep.' she said as she closed the front door.

'What's that?' I said, taking her hand and heading for the car.

'The lingerie show, you never got to see it.'

So much had happened, and happened so quickly that I had honestly forgotten all about the things she had bought at Moira's, and even the expensive negligee set I'd purchased had slipped from my mind. But the mere mention of those things instantly brought back the memory of how she'd looked in the black silk teddy, and sparked images of her wearing some of the others.




Rider Ch. 18-21



'That's true, though it didn't seem important at the time.' I replied, squeezing her hand tightly. 'As I remember it we were far too busy with other things. Anyway, now I have all that still to look forward to.'

She chuckled. 'I think I'll spread the excitement a bit, let you see them one at a time rather than all in one go.' she said as I opened the car door for her, then turned and added. 'But do you realise you haven't given me a kiss yet this morning?'

'Too many other things to think about.' I murmured as I took her in my arms, then we stood there exchanging kisses that would have been more appropriate in a bed-room than on a public foot-path.

'Ah yes, that's more like the man I know.' she said a little breathlessly when we finally let each other go. 'I was beginning to think the events of the last two weeks had exhausted your ardour.' 

'Far from it.' I replied as I watched her skirt riding half way up her thighs as she slipped into the car. 'Although I admit I have surprised myself, I've found that rather than diminishing my capacity, the unusual amount of activity seems to have actually boosted it.'

'Maybe it's like the way an athlete benefits from some extra rigorous training. I'll just have to see if I can keep you in top form.' she added with a grin as I got in beside her.

'You'll have a more than willing subject, coach.' I answered as we took off.

We had a choice of two routes, one via the main highway, which would have taken us three hours or so, plus whatever delays the traffic caused, the other by secondary roads, which I estimated would take us about four hours. But as we had all day, the weather was superb, and neither of us fancied sitting in the inevitable hold-ups, we opted for the latter, starting out on the road we had taken the unforgettable day I had gone shopping with her.

As we made our way out of town, Ros fell strangely quiet, and I imagined she was experiencing somewhat mixed feelings. Perhaps having a few pangs of regret at leaving her home and friends, wondering if what she was doing was actually the right thing. But once clear of the last few houses she picked up, her natural exuberance pushing away any lingering sense of doubt.

'Tell me how things went Thursday evening Rob, but you can leave out all the messy bits.' she added with a grin.

I gave her a heavily censored account of the time Mandy and I had had together, including the bit she had said about how she hoped to get up to see us some time.

'That could be fun, couldn't it. But I hope she doesn't make it too soon.'

'Why's that?'

'Because I want you all to myself for a good long time, silly!' she replied, reaching across and squeezing my leg. 'Now, I need to pop into Moira's, just for a minute, she's got something ready for me to pick-up. You don't mind making a small diversion do you Rob?'

'Of course not darling, we've got all day.'

'Mmm, I like the sound of that, I mean 'darling'. You can call me that as often as you like.' she said, giving my leg another squeeze.

'Well that's what you are to me Ros.' I replied, reaching across to also squeeze hers.

'That's nice too, it's a pity you can't drive with one hand.' she said with a cheeky grin as she shifted around in her seat.

'I seem to remember us having a rather similar conversation the last time we were on this section of road.'

'Oh of course! And now I come to think of it that's another promise I didn't keep.'

'What was that?'

'Don't tell me you've forgotten. I seem to remember that you got a bit stirred up along here, but as I couldn't do anything about it at the time I sort of promised we'd stop for a 'quickie' beside the road on the way back again.'

The memory flashed back, I even remembered how she'd looked, and what she'd been wearing,. 'Of course I've not forgotten.' I said, then just prove it, described the skirt and blouse she'd had on that day. 'And how could forget the day the woman I'm in love with flashed herself at me.' I added.

'Clever man. And very nicely put darling. What I remember best is feeling how excited you'd got.' she replied, moving her hand further up my thigh and reaching down between my legs.

Even though the strength of it had not been intrusive, ever since the kiss on the foot-path I'd been partially aroused. Recounting the time Mandy and I had spent together had provided some additional excitement, as had her reminder about the promised lingerie show. Then, being reminded of what had happened the previous time we'd driven along this stretch of road just added that much more. So although by no means fully erect my cock was already thickly swollen, and as Ros pressed her hand down against it I felt it responding, strongly.

'Well, well, what do we have here?' she said, a puzzled look crossing her face. 'Oh of course, it's Mr Dependable.' she added, turning her head and grinning at me. 'And it feels as though he thinks he's been neglected for too long.' she said in a lower voice as she felt the sudden surge the pressure of her hand brought on. 'Should I leave you alone Rob?'

'No, I like you touching me. Just don't get too enthusiastic, that's all.'

'I can relate to that, I love it when you touch me too. As I said, it's a pity you can't drive with one hand.'

'And who says I can't.' I replied, reaching for her leg again. 'And if you undid just a couple more of those buttons I could touch skin, not fabric.' I added.

'Maybe this wasn't such a silly choice of skirt after all.' she said, doing as I'd suggested, then edging herself a little closer to me, and sliding forward in her seat.

Aah yes, that's much better.' she said softly as her hand returned to my crotch and I reached across her arm and slipped my fingers down over the curve of her thigh. 'Much, much better.' she added as we began slowly squeezing and stroking each other.

Being a secondary road there was very little traffic to worry about, but although Ros was able to continue what she was doing for me, from time to time I needed both hands to negotiate bends. But after each I returned to stroking her and so we drove on, not saying anything, but both simply enjoying the drive, and what we were doing to each other.

After some little time she broke the silence. 'I think you'd better get used to us doing this, apart from being able to tell from your reaction that you like it, there's the lovely warm, squirmy feeling it gives me.'

'It's nice to know the feelings are shared.' I replied, moving my hand a little further up her leg. 'Now you already know where my pleasure is centred, but just where is this squirmy feeling you're getting?'

'You're heading in the right direction.' she said in a much softer voice as my fingers inched higher.

By then, although restricted by both my clothes and driving position, what her hand and fingers had been doing had got my cock hard and close to full stretch. But even so, as my fingers slipped over the much silkier skin between her upper thighs I felt still more blood pumping into it. And then, when I felt the pronounced bulge in her panties, and my fingers slid down to find they were already quite wet, it gave another, even stronger surge.

I didn't know if her breathy sigh was in response to my reaction, or to the feel of my fingers pressing against her pussy, and at that moment didn't really care which it was. Right then I already had more than enough to deal with. Ros and I had been together for only an hour or so and there we were, driving along a country road with my hand on her sopping pussy, and hers around my straining cock. If that was what life with her was going to be like I just hoped I had the stamina to take the constant excitement.

But in spite of the tension we had created for each other we were both sensible enough not to take things too far, as Ros said when my fingers found the swollen ridge of her clit. 'No darling, we don't want to end our first day together in separate beds, in hospital. Just tease me, don't please me.' she added with a low chuckle.

And so that's what we did, held each other at that delightful level of arousal where we were both experiencing a constant stream of pleasure, but neither was being pushed up to the next, more demanding level.

We were lucky, as we approached Moira's shop I spotted a free space immediately outside, so parked and then sat waiting while Ros went in to pick up her parcel. She was gone for a little longer than I had anticipated but then of course I realised she was saying good-bye to someone who had been intimately close. But then when she did reappear she confused me by beckoning me to get out of the car.

'What's wrong?' I asked as I locked it behind me.

'Nothing at all. You did say we were in no rush, didn't you?' she replied with a broad grin, dangling something from the hand not clutching her package.

'Yes, we've all day.' I replied, at first quite unable to make out what she was holding. Then it hit me, they were keys, they must be Moira's keys to her flat!

'I thought we might get rid of some of the head of steam we both seem to have built up, make us more relaxed for the rest of trip. What do you reckon?'

'I reckon you're a genius, and Moira's an angel.' I answered, slipping my arm around her waist and hugging her tight.

We hurried up the stairs like a pair of over-sexed teen-agers but when we reached the top she turned and said. 'Give me a minute Rob, after all that stimulation in the car I just need to freshen up a bit.'

'No, please don't.' I said, holding her back and pulling her into my arms. 'I love the scent of you when you're aroused Ros. It's very, very sexy.' I added, then kissed her, hard.

At that stage neither wanted to let go of the other so we waddled into the spare room, locked together in some sort of ungainly dance, kissing and fumbling with whatever part of the other's body we could reach. Then tried, quite unsuccessfully to strip each other while still doing all that.

Realising it was a totally futile effort we finally split apart, watching impatiently as each bit of clothing came off until we were both completely naked.

Even while she was undressing I again realised just how lucky I was. Mandy's body was undoubtedly stunningly beautiful, but when it came to sheer voluptuous sexuality, none I had seen could compare with Ros. And although it had been exciting showing an enthusiastic young girl some of the ways love-making could be made even better, sharing those experiences with a mature and experienced woman was infinitely more satisfying, in every way.

So when we stood for a moment, just looking at each other, I felt my heart swell almost as much as my cock had already done. And the combination of what I felt for her emotionally, and what the sight of her nakedness did for those more carnal parts of me, made me want to do everything humanly possible to please her.

'I wish I could put into words how I feel when I just look at you darling.' I said with a catch in my voice. 'There's so much love welling up inside me I feel as though I'm going to burst.'

'I can see that.' she said with a grin as she looked down at my crotch. 'But that looks more like lust than love Rob.' she added throatily.

'Oh I'm not denying the lust, there's plenty of that, but there is love too Ros.' I said.

'And I feel the same way about you Rob, you can be sure of that. But right now I think the other emotions are in control of me.' she said as her hand reached for the quiveringly vertical length of my cock.

Even though her fingers closed lightly around it, the contrast between their coolness and its heat was so strong I couldn't suppress an excited gasp as a powerful surge ripped up my spine.

'And by the feel of that, they're in control of you too.' she said huskily as she tugged me towards the bed.

Pausing only to strip the covers off it she lay down and reached up with arms. 'Come here my darling.' she said softly, moving her legs apart so I could kneel between them.

In spite of the immediate appeal of her invitation I hesitated for a moment before accepting it, looking down at the picture she made. It really was quite literally breath-taking. Her magnificent breasts, rising and falling with each shallow breath, their nipples, already provocatively swollen. Her gently rounded stomach, then the line of her waist, hips and thighs, and her shapely legs. But of course the centre of my attention was the dark, crinkly triangle of hair, and the moistly pouting slit I could see peeping out from just beneath it.

I felt my cock throbbing with an even stronger beat as I stared down at her, and then saw there was just one more thing I could do to make what we were about to do even better for us both.

Pulling the pillow out from underneath her head I told her to lift her hips for a moment, then wedged it underneath her bottom, arching her upwards, before getting up and kneeling between her legs.

In that position, and because she was already so wet, when I pushed into her I was immediately able to get really deep, and Ros gave a long, low moan of delight as I slowly drove forward. 'Ooh yeesss! Oh that's wonderful darling!' she sighed, smiling happily up at me as I paused for a moment. 'Now deeper, I want every bit of you inside me Rob.'

I did exactly what she'd asked me to do, using a single, much stronger thrust that buried it right up to the hilt. 'Oooh shit!' she gasped. 'That's so good! Now fuck me, please, just fuck me!'

Again I did as she'd asked me to, stretching her wide open as I began powering in and out, and, because her body was arched up towards me, each forward thrust drove the head into the furthest depths of her cunt.

I was surprised to find that in spite of how wet she already was, perhaps because of the angle of her body, her pussy was still remarkably tight, and each time I thrust into her I felt an intense surge of sparking pleasure shoot up my spine. But in spite of the strength of that, and my already powerful need, I somehow managed to restrain myself from simply fucking her mindlessly, giving Ros time to work towards her climax.

So, because I was to some extent controlling myself I not only had the physical thrills, but also those coming from being able to watch her steadily mounting excitement. The way her nipples turned to even more stiffly swollen spikes, the slowly deepening and spreading flush on her face and neck, the misting glaze that darkened her eyes.

And as well as all that there were the sounds of her rising pleasure. Her words of endearment interspersed with gasps, moans and sobbing cries of delight and excitement.

Seeing and hearing just how much pleasure I was giving her only made me want to give her even more, and I realised that by just altering my position I might be able to do just that. So, moving my hands up and placing them on either side of her head I braced, and lifted myself higher, knowing that by altering the angle I could get my cock even deeper, and more importantly, that as the shaft moved back and forth it would rub against her clitoris.

Her reaction was instantaneous. 'Oh yes darling! That's fantastic!' she exclaimed.

The strain on my arms, shoulders and toes was strong, but the effect I was having on Ros was even stronger and it took only a couple of dozen or so of those much more powerful strokes to take her to the brink. 'Oh yes darling! Now faster!' She cried, her body straining higher. 'Oh fuck me! Fuck me harder! she shrieked a few moments later, lifting her legs and wrapping them around my waist, urging me to thrust even harder and deeper, then her eyes rolled up until I could see little more than their whites, and she began to climax.

And that was more than enough to trigger my own, I gave a loud grunt as I felt my balls tightening and as the flood started to well up from somewhere deep inside began thrusting even faster.

A few seconds later the rushing surge hit me, the intensity of the thrills blocking out everything except the knowledge that each time I thrust down into her my cock spat another excruciatingly powerful jolt of semen.

'Oh Rob, I can feel that!' she gasped as her own orgasm rolled on. 'I can feel it pumping into me!'

When we were both done I lowered myself down on to her, and between gasps for breath, we kissed, each giving the other plenty of time to come down from the amazing heights we had shared.

But even as that process was going on I was experiencing feelings similar to those I had before we had got into bed, realising how lucky I was to have found such a beautiful, sexually adventurous woman. A woman who professed as much love for me as I had found myself feeling for her. And, just as I had then, I found myself wanting to demonstrate how I felt, wanted to do everything I could to please her.

So, when our racing hearts had slowed to a more normal pace I lifted myself a little, kissing her once more, then, instead of just getting up or rolling over off her, I moved down and began kissing her breasts, licking and circling her still jutting nipples.

'That's very nice, but I'm not sure it's such a good idea darling.' she said, only half-heartedly trying to push my head away.

'Oh I think it is.' I replied before getting up on to my knees so I could add my fingers to what my mouth and tongue were doing.

And within a few of minutes I was proved right, even if she had been able to control the breathy sighs she began to make, her stiffening nipples and squirming body would have told me just how much she was enjoying my caresses. And then I suddenly remembered what she had said about how sensitive her breasts could be, and for a moment I wondered if I'd be able to do for her what I had for Mandy, actually get her off by just stimulating them. But in spite of how much pleasure I was getting from fondling those, there was a still more enticing part of her.

So I lay a trail of kisses down over her stomach as I eased myself backwards, then, because her hips were still being arched upwards by the pillow, was able to look down at her pussy.

Its outer lips were still puffy and swollen from our love-making, the overflow of her lubricating juices making them glisten, a mixture of those plus some of my semen just starting to slowly trickle back out.

In its own way it was even more beautiful than any other single part of her, and I was sure that at that moment the best way I could please Ros was to show her how much I loved it. 'It's such an adorable pussy.' I said softly. 'And I'm sure it would like a little more attention, a little cosseting, a little more pampering.' I added as I eased even further back, and then pushed one hand under her bottom as I bent low.

'Oh no Rob, not now! You don't want to...' she said before her gasp of surprise and delight cut her off as my tongue slid between her pussy-lips and she felt me start gently probing and sucking her.

From the tone in her voice and the tension I felt in her body I guessed that what I was doing was not only unexpected but in some ways foreign to her experience, and it gave me a kick to think I might be doing something unusual for her. But it wasn't long before that tension was replaced by one with a completely different origin, and when I thought the time was right I slipped my tongue higher, to her clitoris.

'Oh Rob! Rob darling!' she cried, reaching down to grab my head and pull me closer as she arched herself higher, and I began lightly flicking it.

Hearing that, I intensified what I was doing, locking two fingers together and sliding them into her pussy, then as I increased the speed of my tongue, began pushing them in and out of her.

She must have already been close to climaxing because within a few seconds she was writhing and screeching as she began a long, rolling orgasm, that it seemed would continue for as long as I was able to keep the stimulus going.




Rider Ch. 18-21



But just as my tongue began to tire, she reached down and finally pushed me away. 'Enough my darling, that's more than enough.' she gasped before limply collapsing.

We lay quietly side by side, each drifting in their own pleasure sated haze, only very slowly recovering from the draining forces we'd experienced. 'No man has ever done that, I mean not then, not after coming inside me.' she finally said in a low, confidential voice.

'You didn't mind, did you?'

'Mind? You were wonderful darling! And I liked what you said too, about my pussy being adorable. That was nice.'

'And it was true, I do think it's adorable, and beautiful. Like the rest of you.' I added, rolling over to give her a kiss.

'Well just keep thinking, and saying those kind of things please. I've not been very used to hearing them before, but I like it, a lot. But now hadn't we better be making a move? We'll both need a quick shower after all that or we'll stink the car out.'

'Yes, true enough.' I replied, suddenly remembering the showers I had shared with Mandy. But there was time enough for Ros and I to do things like that when we got home to my place, so I agreed when she said. 'You have yours first, I'll fix things in here before having mine.'

We left not long after that but as we were heading back for the car I spotted a florist shop on the opposite side of the road. 'I'll just nip over there, send some flowers to Moira. It the least we can do to thank her for her hospitality.' I said.

'Now that is a good idea Rob, she'll love you for that.'

Then, having arranged for an extra large bouquet to be delivered the following morning we set off again and several hours later arrived at what was to become 'our place', and started our new life together.

Late the following week I took a phone call early one evening, it was Mandy. She said she hadn't been able to call before because of the risk of being overheard, but that as she was phoning from her friend Sandra's house and her parents were out, so we could talk safely. Then, after a fairly brief exchange she asked if Ros was there, and when I said she was, asked to speak to her.

I handed the phone over and sat listening to a pretty monosyllabic half of a conversation that seemed to be mainly comprised of Ros answering Mandy's questions. Then Ros burst out laughing and when I gave her a questioning look she covered the hand-set and said. 'It is all right for Mandy to visit, isn't it?'

I nodded and Ros gave me a broad grin before returning to finish the conversation with Mandy.

'What was that all about?' I asked when she had hung up.

'I think you might need a drink darling. And I'd better make sure you get plenty of red meat during the next couple of weeks.' she said before succumbing to another burst of laughter.

I sat waiting for an explanation but had to restrain my curiosity until she'd regained her composure. 'There's some sort of music extravaganza on in town, a competition between schools. Mandy's in it so she'll be here for the week-end. And so is her friend Sandra.

So, each girl has told her parents she's staying with relatives of the other, which they can get away with because so far they've always managed to keep their parents from actually meeting. Don't ask me how they've done that in a small town like ours, but apparently they have. So they're both going to stay here.' she said, unable to prevent another burst of laughter before adding. 'Mandy says that will give you a full set!'

'A full set?'

'It seems that now that I'm no longer there Mandy felt it was safe to finally tell Sandra all about us, and I mean all.' she added meaningfully, before continuing. 'Well Sandra's not simply envious of Mandy's exploits, she's covetous - and just as adventurous. Now Sandra's a red-head - so, if you think you'll be able to cope with it, you'll have a full set - a blonde, a brunette, and a red-head!'