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Horses: Our Day
   By Romany
   (M/g, F/g oral)
   I stood and looked out the window of my apartment.  It was nearly six
weeks since my girlfriend Lizzie dumped me.  I had been down to the bar
where a few of us used to drink and encountered a mutual friend of Lizzie
and mine who told me he had heard she was dating a woman.  I was stunned by
Herb's news.  Not that I didn't believe it was possible, but that it seemed
such a radical switch so soon after we broke up.  I stayed at the bar about
another half hour; not really concentrating on what the guys were talking
about, and eventually slipped away to stand here in the dark looking out
into the night.
   I cast my mind back to an event that occurred about two months before we
split.  We had been wandering around a forest recreational area on a warm
Sunday afternoon and had encountered three young teenage girls on
horseback. A bit of friendly banter ensued with one of the girls in
particular; a pretty young thing called Marie.  At the time we were jiving
with her, I did not know Lizzie was standing beside her stroking the young
girl's leg.  And the girl did not seem to mind a bit apparently.  Later
Lizzie and I embarked on some nature sex and it was as we lay recovering in
our afterglow, that I saw Marie watching us from the cover of the long
silky grass we were all hidden in.  I surprised her and pulled her into the
small area of flattened grass where Lizzie and I had not long fucked, and
to my absolute amazement, Lizzie went down on the girl.  What was more
amazing was that Marie did not object.  Eventually Lizzie got her off and
before she could recover sufficiently to dress and leave us, Lizzie coaxed
the girl to go down on me and give me a beautiful blowjob.  Once we had
tidied ourselves up and walked the girl to her horse, we agreed to meet
here again the following Sunday.  When pressured by Lizzie, Marie admitted
she had been sexually involved with a female before, but refused to
elaborate.
   After the young horsewoman Marie had departed we went back to our car
and drove back towards Seattle.  I quizzed Lizzie on her obvious experience
at girl-girl stuff and she related to me a series of quasi-lesbian type
experiences.  `Not full-on lezzy stuff as I'm basically straight' she had
said.  But I was now well aware that my acknowledged promiscuous girlfriend
had played some time as a switch hitter.  I was totally blown away at the
prospect of meeting with Marie again, and getting it on as a threesome, the
following week.  I couldn't think about anything else all week.  Lizzie and
I had been going together about eight months.  I knew she had an amoral
past and I was by no means her first lover.  In fact I was ruminating that
I wasn't probably not in the first ten.  Particularly now she had also
admitted to at least three girlfriends; albeit all short term flings.  We
had chosen not to live together as we were both still working out where our
true desires lay with respect to each other, and longer term commitments. I
was twenty six years of age and she was twenty four.
   Each night on my own, I blew my load into the air as I lay on my bed
masturbating furiously.  Recalling Marie and Lizzie together; and Marie
with my cock in her button and bow mouth.  My stomach was a mess of blobs
of semen.  I was too tired to clean myself up properly so I simply pulled
the sheet up and let it soak up my cum as I passed out.
   Lizzie came to my place the Thursday evening.  As was normally the case
after a few nights apart, sex was high on the agenda; following a quick
meal of Chinese take out she brought with her.  After I had sucked her
slowly to two consecutive orgasms, I had plowed her vigorously, coming to a
gasping orgasm as I filled her tightness.  We lay in each others arms, just
enjoying the afterglow.
   "You up for it on Sunday?" she asked quietly.
   "Actually I wanted to talk to you about that," I said solemnly.
   She turned and faced me leaning her head on her hand and elbow propped
on the bed.  She looked at me searching to see what I might be thinking.  I
went over all the not so obvious factors that might trip us up and lead to
discovery.  Even down to Marie being Catholic and maybe confessing her
Sunday sin.  Lizzie listened intently and when I had finished, she gave a
sigh of exasperation.  I thought she was going to regale me about being so
timid, but instead she started off in congratulating me for thinking
through the pitfalls.
   "Do you think we should just not show?" she asked.
   "I don't know.  I'm probably being paranoid but we know nothing about
this girl.  She may have simply been out for kicks and lucked in to a great
scene to blab about to her friends," I exclaimed.  "On the other hand she
may have been genuinely taken with us and be excited it; and the daring,
and the buzz of the risk.  I just don't know."
   I frowned at my wishy washy middle of the road lack of decision.
   "What else?" she asked, her eyes searching my face.  "I sense there's
something else bothering you," she added.
   "Well, yes there is," I continued.  "On Sunday I felt that if you hadn't
started blowing me, she certainly wouldn't have.  And she looked to you for
approval and an OK.  I'm feeling that I'm going to get mine, subject to her
getting the nod from you."
   I paused and studied her face.  She looked at me intently for a minute.
   "You think you're going to be the proverbial spare prick at the
wedding?" she asked.
   "Yes, something like that," I confessed.  "In which case I might be
relegated to the role of voyeur, while she gets her rocks off with you and
vice versa."
   "OK, let's talk tactics," Lizzie replied positively.  "I promise you
that we will both have her.  You can screw her and I can give her more of
the same from Sunday.  I suggest I go first and you can even join in if you
want.  That's it.  We can alternate eating her.  Then when she's nice and
goofy from it you can plug her and I'll watch.  If she's a skittish, only
then will I help.  I quite like the idea of watching you screw someone."
   "But, Ms.  Wham Bam Thank you Ma'am; this is a small girl who is
probably a virgin.  And, I don't want to appear big headed, but I'm rather
a mismatch for a teenybopper to take.  So I will need to be watching to
make sure I don't hurt her physically.  Like rip something, if I get
carried away.  It's OK for you.  In fact you kinda like a little rough. 
But she's barely formed and it's not just a few bruises I worry about.  I
might rip her inside or at the perineum.  The last thing we want is some
blood infection leading her onto a gynecologist's chair.  It won't just be
a worry about her confession we would face but a full blown medical
inquisition as to how she might have got damaged," I bleated to her in all
seriousness.
   "All the signs are we should just forget it then," she said evenly.
   "Is it what you want?" I asked.
   "What do you want?" she retorted, turning the question to back to me.
   She looked at me searching for the answer somewhere in my face.  I
stared at her blankly.  I wasn't as so much ambivalent but quite simply
damn unsure either way.
   "I want to do it with you both Lizzie," I said firmly.
   "And I just see some character in this little girl.  I think she is more
than up to it," Lizzie said positively.
   "OK my sweet little lesbian vampire," I answered evenly, "let's do it."
   I held up a palm and we high fived.  Despite the decision, Lizzie rolled
close and turned her back to me, dragging my upper arm around her.  I slid
my other arm under her and hugged her to me.  Next morning she left early
to commute to her work.  Staying with me put about another twenty minutes
on her commute.  I finished breakfast and stacked the dirty dishes,
promising to wash up when I got home that night.  Friday was a no tie day
and usually a bit laissez-faire, with not much business as usual happening.
My boss was a little avant-garde in approach and encouraged `free spirit
days'.  It suited most of us just fine.  I got to work and spent much of
the day just doing the rounds of departments and chatting with people I
seldom normally interfaced with.  I left the office about one thirty,
ostensibly for a late lunch, but I was inclined not to return except to
clock out and finish for the week.  En route to a lunch bar I frequented, I
noted the CSV on the corner.  Cutting across the traffic I went inside and
slowly toured the aisles.  I found the medicinal section and rounded up a
couple of 3-packs of condoms and a medium bottle of KY warming liquid that
Lizzie had recommended I might need for the young teenager.  Nothing like
being prepared.
   But despite us being at the same place on Sunday afternoon, Marie did
not show.  In fact there were no riders on the often used trail.  We
returned two more weekends; both Saturdays and Sundays in case we mistook
which weekend day she meant, but Marie never came back.  Lizzie deduced the
girl was just using the past event as a sort of rites of passage thing and
she was probably big noting to all her catholic friends in the girls room
while they shared an illicit cigarette.  I had to agree with her.  Oddly it
was almost straight after we reluctantly aborted the return visits to the
forest park that Lizzie and my relationship hit a few snags.  Nothing
major; just a gradual increase in petty bickering which increasingly
escalated into fights and her storming out on at least three occasions.  We
had always had a rocky relationship but oddly we seemed quite solid within
the romantic parameters we had fashioned.  So it threw me completely that
Wednesday night she arrived, stony faced with a box of my things that I had
accumulated at her apartment, and basically told me we were finished.  I
tried to talk her round and somewhere in the effort to be conciliatory and
understanding, I seemingly pissed her off again and she finally stormed out
calling me a `patronizing bastard' and has not returned since.  I let her
cool down for a day or two and tried calling her.  She wouldn't talk to me,
so I went to her apartment.  Her roommate's boyfriend Mo, a gentle giant of
a man, basically told me to fuck off or he would have to see that I did. 
He apologized for his rudeness but said he had promised Lizzie's roommate
Amy, his girl, that he would act as minder for Lizzie where I was
concerned.
   "Sorry Stuie," he had said politely, "It's the girls.  You know how they
can be," and he shut the door in my face.
   So I went to Lizzie's work.  After asking for her at the front desk, a
middle aged man with grey hair and a dark expensive suit came out and asked
if I had any business there.  I said I was there to see Lizzie and he
repeated his question.
   "No, I have no business with your company," I answered a little miffed
at his pompous approach.
   That seemed to be the answer he was looking for and he quickly recited
to me the basic laws of trespass.  He then threw in a couple allegations
about my apparent harassment of one of his employees who had clearly stated
they did not welcome my coming to his office to see them.  He also warned
about waiting in a public place within the proximity of her work and
mentioned this could lead to a restraining order which may well be
applicable in general public.  It was all a lot of overkill and I was
really pissed Lizzie was in on it in some way.  She was always such an
in-your-face person to avoid getting others to do her dirty work.  I took
the hint and so we were finished for good.
   And so now this snippet of news that Lizzie was in a lesbian
relationship of some degree.  I couldn't help but ponder how the episode in
the grass with the young horsewoman Marie, might have ignited some latent
yearnings in Lizzie that I, nor any man, could not meet.  It just fucked me
off and I felt somewhat humiliated by it all.  I decided it was the sex
with Marie that had triggered this yearning for muff munching.  And I
decided Lizzie most likely had the new lover already sorted out when she
dumped me; that the fights and arguments were a deliberate set up so as to
set the scene to get rid of me.
   ***
   I went into a recluse like mode; not frequenting the usual bars where I
met my buddies.  It was on one of our loose Fridays that I strolled through
a small park to the sandwich bar our office frequented that I noticed a
group of girls in school uniform, loitering outside of a small local movie
house.  One of those charming relics that had not been gobbled up or put
out of business by IMAX and LOEWES.  I didn't take too much notice but as I
walked towards a news stand on the corner just along from the theatre, I
realized that a young girl in uniform was on a collision course with me.  I
stared at her as if she was stupid walking directly towards me and to my
surprise I recognized it was Marie.  I started to slow but she looked at me
steadily and flicked her eyes around the corner of the news stand.  Instead
of straightening onto her course along the street, I veered around the
corner.  Like a flash she appeared at my elbow, and after quickly peering
back around towards the group she was in, nudged my elbow so I moved
further back from the corner.
   "Marie, fancy meeting you here," I said surprised to see her after all
these weeks.
   "What are you doing?" she asked glancing back to the corner.
   "I'm just going for lunch, what about you?" I answered.
   "We've just seen a movie.  Romeo and Juliet.  We're studying
Shakespeare," she stated quickly.
   "Oh, of course.  Saves you reading the book," I chuckled.
   "Play.  It's a play," she corrected.
   I nodded at her correction.
   "Can we go somewhere?" she asked urgently.
   I studied her.  She seemed on edge.  She was also five foot four of jail
bait.  She wore one of those pleated knee length kilts with a white blouse
and navy blue blazer.  Her bra was plainly visible behind the blouse.  She
had the ubiquitous bobby sox and black shoes with the strap and buckle. 
Her wavy hair splayed beautifully across her shoulders.  I noted a faint
tinge of rouge on her cheeks and smiled.  Mother Superior would frown at
makeup.
   "What, where?" I stammered.
   "Your place?" she asked directly.
   "My place?  It's about twenty minutes from here," I explained.
   "That's OK.  We're kind of finished for the day anyway," she said and
appeared to relax now that I had said it was relatively close to my
apartment.
   I looked at her quizzically.
   "Look, most of the girls are boarders.  They have to go back to school.
But old Harmison says those of us that are local can start catching buses
or whatever to go straight home.  My mother doesn't know this and she'll
turn up at school about four o'clock as usual.  I've got about three hours
free time until she leaves to collect me," she explained.
   "Right.  I get it.  Old Harmison is your teacher I expect," I said.
   "We need to go now before anyone sees us together," she warned ignoring
my question about Harmison.
   "Ok, Ok, I get the plot.  Go back to the Rialto, and walk a block west.
There's a bus stop just around the corner, parallel to this street about
the same distance form the corner.  Wait there as if you're expecting a bus
but don't get on one," I explained.
   She rolled her eyes as if I was a dummy expecting she would actually
catch any old bus.  I blushed at my silly remark.
   "I'll pick you up there.  Blue Subaru Legacy GT.  It has a scoop on the
hood," I said.
   She nodded her understanding and before I could add anything else, she
was gone, back around the corner.  I circled wide back the way I came and
walked quickly back to work.  I had a car park in the building basement so
I went straight to the car and within five minutes I was clear of the
building.  I drove around the block and soon I came into the street where
the bus stop was that I had told Marie to meet me at.  I was somewhat
bemused by the way the young teen had taken command and got me into line.
Maybe Lizzie was right about her tough mental attitude.  I slowed as I
turned into the street and saw the bus stop was deserted.  I frowned.  She
should have been there by now.  I cruised slowly towards it then I caught a
glimpse of something at the corner.  I realized it was Marie glancing
around the corner.  As soon as she saw me she turned the corner and walked
directly towards me.  I slowed to a stop and she quickly opened the door
and climbed in.  I sped off towards my apartment.  This was a real turn up
for the books.  Marie sat and turned and looked at me.  I grinned and she
beamed back at me.
   "Where the hell did you get to those past weekends?" I sputtered eager
to find out why we had not seen her again.
   "Nice car," she said, ignoring my question, as I gunned the Legacy out
onto the Westway.
   When we arrived and I had parked on the street and walked to my
building, I let her into my apartment and she wandered in looking around. I
stood at the door and regarded her thoughtfully.  Why had she wanted to
come here with me today?  It had been ages since our only meeting.  I
expect one she wouldn't forget in a hurry but I was a little surprised; if
not flattered she recognised me.
   "This is nice," she said approvingly.
   She did a tour of the apartment, finishing in the bedroom.  I stood in
the doorway and looked at her inspecting and touching the photos and few
ornaments I had on the dresser and a set of drawers.  Then to my surprise
she slowly took her blazer off and moved across to an old rocking chair
Lizzie had given me.  One she had found in a junk store that she really
thought showed promise for restoration.  Apart from cleaning the original
varnish off, she had progressed no further with restoration.  Marie dropped
the blazer on the chair and turned to look at me.
   "You don't have to worry about condoms or stuff," she said directly. 
"I'm on the pill."
   I let out a laugh at her direct approach.  She raised a quizzical
eyebrow at my apparent amusement at what she said.
   "On the pill?  How come?" I asked somewhat surprised.
   "Irregular periods.  Doctor's recommendation," she said.  "Dad wasn't
happy about it but mom was cool.  He's the Catholic, she not.  Oh and I am
to but I do what I'm told," she smiled sweetly.
   I was overjoyed with this news but kept my calm.  I walked slowly to her
and took her upper arms lightly and bent and tentatively kissed her.  She
kissed me back and we stood like this for a few short minutes.  I started
to move my arms around her and soon we were standing by the bed in a full
embrace, kissing.  She was surprisingly good.  I suspect learned from her
unknown female lover she had told us about on Sunday.  I held her close and
I was getting hard at the feeling of warmth coming from her body.  Her
kissing was passionate with a lot of tongue movement.  As we made out I
could tell she was getting warmed into the situation.  I gently eased her
back onto the bed so that her butt was against the side of the mattress and
her shoulders and head lying across the bed.  I leaned over and into her,
moving my groin against her thigh.  I soon maneuvered her legs apart with
one of my legs and felt the swell of her pubis against it.  She shoved
against me every time I ground my cock for stimulation.  She was really
getting involved.  I dropped a hand under her kilt and reached for her sex.
My palm closed over her mound and she moaned into my mouth as she kissed. I
moved my hand on the outside for a short while then slipped it under the
waist band of her panties and run my fingers lengthwise down her pubis
towards her sex lips.  I felt a light touch of her pubic hair and soon I
had two fingers parting her labia.  To my delight she was quite moist.  I
dipped my fingertips in and slowly stroked her down to up against her
clitoris.  That brought an immediate affirmation judging by the groans and
gasp of breathe she mumbled into my mouth.  I stroked her slowly and firmly
for about five minutes and she was starting to push and move her hips
against my hand.  Her feet still on the floor.  I remembered how readily
she got off with Lizzie sucking her so I started to drag the kilt up and
stopped finger fucking her to lever the panties down.  She realized I
wanted to have greater freedom under her kilt and panties and quickly
dropped her hands off my shoulders and started feeling for the strap
fastening at the side of the kilt.  I pulled back from her and she twisted
and in a trice, released the buckle on the kilt.  I stood and removed the
garment and she twisted to allow me to get it out from under her.  I picked
it up and tossed it on top of her blazer on the rocker.
   As I turned to do this she feverishly unbuttoned the blouse and as I
turned back to her she had it off and threw it past me to the chair as
well. She was wearing a drab plain white bra and black panties.  I was a
little surprised at the panties as they were kind of full cut and old
fashioned.  As I stood taking in this scene she slipped the shoulder straps
of her bra and in a flash had slipped it round so the catch was in front of
her.  She released it and let that drop to the floor by the bed.  Her
breasts looked quite small as they were flat as she reclined, with each
sagging in towards her inner arm and armpit.  The nipples were pink against
a slightly darker pink aureole.  But the nipples were sticking up taught.
She gave me a little smile and rubbed her breasts with her hands and
tweaked her nipples.  This was the trigger for me.  I started undressing
quickly and didn't bother to put my clothes on the chair.  They fell on the
floor where I stood and soon I was standing in my shorts.  We looked at
each other for a brief moment.  Me standing between her legs bent off the
bed and feet on the floor, and her body reclining against her elbows beside
her upper body.  I looked at her crotch.  The panties were quite full in
the front and crotch and I could not make out her pubis or the sex mound
between her slightly parted legs.  She was waiting for my move.  I pulled
the front of my shorts down and stood and stroked my now hard cock.  She
looked at it almost hungrily as I jacked it slowly.  As I was thinking
about getting on with it, she leaned forwards and taking her panties she
slipped them off and dropped them on the floor.  She turned slightly and
levered herself up onto the bed with her butt resting just back from the
edge.  She pulled her feet up to the sides of her buttocks with the heels
perched on the bed beside her.  She had opened herself to me.  I stepped
forward with my thighs touching the bed and leaned towards her.  We were
too far apart as my thighs had come up against the side of the bed.  I
reached for her upper legs and eased her back until I felt my cock waving
about between her legs, then touch her abdomen.  I had overshot her sex so
I backed up just as she lifted first one then the other leg over my
shoulders.  I was surprised by this.  This showed experience at this
position and I had believed she had never been with a man.
   Nonetheless this was no time for pondering the whys or wherefores so I
repositioned my cock-head and slipped it up and down between the labia.  I
was nicely slicked from precum and she was moist from my fingering earlier.
With a slow gentle moving up and down and slow pushes inwards, I slowly and
surely penetrated her.  She lay flat on her back with her head back and
eyes lightly closed.  I noted her hands slowly pulling at her breast and
nipples.  I pushed further forwards once I knew I had entered her warmth
and slowly I slid the full length into her.  It required a few withdrawals
and then reinsertion before I was sheathed tightly in her wet warmth.  I
could hear her hissing between her teeth and her breathing was deep but
slow.  She was enjoying the penetration.  I had been worried she was a
virgin with a hymen to bust, but no doubt the old story of girls on horses
was true; because, though she was tight, here was no obstruction I could
tell of.  I started to lean forward and slow fucked her.  She occasionally
made a small groaning noise but generally she lay quite passive as I fucked
her.  Long slow penetration with a slightly faster withdrawal and then back
in.  I fucked her in a languid fashion making sure not to make any sudden
moves.  I recalled what I had lamented to Lizzie about hurting her or
injuring her.  This went on for some minutes and I began to feel myself
building to an orgasm.  I was caught between slowing and working on her
clit with my fingertips or simply letting go.  I decided on the latter. 
This one would be for me.
   I started to increase the pace and now the in-and-out movements were
regular and even and I started to lift on my toes on the in stroke.  She
sensed my urgency and she slowly lifted her legs and soon her feet were
closed behind my neck and I held her under her buttocks.  She was ranging
her hands over her breasts so hard I could see the red marks her fingers
left on her pale skin.  She was trying to hump against me and I twigged she
must have been very horny from the vaginal stimulation.  I leaned as far
over her as her legs would allow me as her knees pushed back against
breasts.  Try as I may I could not get my pubis or base of my cock against
her clitoral area and I gave up trying as my orgasm was suddenly on me and
I was gasping and crying out as I shoved deep into her.  She gasped each
deep push and dropped her hands to the bedspread and gripped it as if I was
about to push her across the bed.  She was trying to hold herself steady
against my shoving as I came hard, pushing her back into the bed.  I held
her firmer and stopped her slipping back as I withdrew, to slam deep again.
I cried out one last time and stood half buckled over, my cheek against her
face.  I stood this way for a short while, gasping and trying to get my
breathing regulated.  She moved her hands to the nape of my neck and then
stroked the back of my head and neck.  I raised my head and looked into her
eyes.  They were dancing and sparkling and she had a satisfied smile on her
lips.  I grinned and reached and stroked the back of her cheek with one
hand.  She twisted her face and licked my fingers and she was able to draw
them into her mouth and suckled at the tips.  I rested against her breasts
and she wrapped an arm around me and cuddled me close like a baby.
   Eventually I recovered and raised myself up off of her.  I paused
between her legs and slowly drew my semi erect cock out of her and lowered
her legs back to the floor.  I could see her labia agape and already a
white slime was starting to leak back at the bottom of her slit where the
vaginal entrance gaped open.  I took her hands and coaxed her upright.  As
she stood on shaky legs she fastened onto my cock with first one then the
other hand and stood as if she was worshipping with her hands clasped
around it as if in prayer.  She studied it and started to move it this way
and that as she looked at it, all red and slimy from having been in her;
juices and my cum mixed together.  I noted her tongue moving over her
bottom lip as people do when concentrating.  I placed my hands to her
shoulders and lightly motioned her forwards.  She looked up at me quickly,
a questioning look in her brown eyes.
   "Suck it sweetie," I said quietly.  "Suck it nice and clean with your
sweet mouth."
   She looked a little concerned at the suggestion, obviously noting where
it had just been.
   "It's alright.  It's perfectly safe.  Our bodies are clean," I crooned.
   She gave me a few strokes and looked at it again.  She bent quickly and
I felt her lips close over the head and then she slipped more of the cock
into her mouth and started to suckle it gently.  She soon realized there
was no bad taste and soon she was sucking me as far as she dared take into
her throat.  I coaxed her to lick under and around the shaft and then take
as much length in as she could.  Twice she gagged and had to take her mouth
away.  She gasped a few breaths and gave a little laugh at her apparent
foolishness.  She learned to place a hand just far enough down the shaft to
limit how much could go down her throat.  She quickly gained confidence and
after a few minutes I slowed her hand and head and helped her stand.  She
looked a little surprised at me stopping her.
   "I want to keep feeling him," she said quietly.
   "Plenty of time to do that sweetie," I answered.  "Now I want to do that
for you."
   A look of surprise came over her as I guided her back and up onto the
bed.  I pushed her round so she was lying with her head on the pillows and
motioned for her to draw her legs up and open.  She did as I coached her to
do and I started to stroke her slimy sex with my fingers.  Slimy from my
cum and her moisture.  I got a smooth rhythm going with my fingers and
slowly lowered my face and lips to her labia and began to suckle each lip
in turn.  I moved my hand lower down to her vaginal opening and slid two
fingers in as I started to lick her upper slit, towards her hooded
clitoris. She moaned and I eased into my work and began suckling, and
fingering her with my fingers.  I ate her softly and slowly as I had
watched Lizzie do that day in the grassy nest.  Soon Marie began to breathe
irregularly and move her hips spasmodically in response to my fingers
burrowing deep.  Lizzie had warned me she would be small but in fact she
was quite loose.  I got three fingers into her and she was sloppy and soft
to my touch.  I noted she was firm but not unusually tight as I fucked her
before.  And despite my concern I might hurt her; she had taken me all in
balls deep.  I worked her rhythmically and slowly increased the frequency
my tongue dallied on her clitoral area.  She started to make small gasping
noises and I strained to see her face.  She had her head back and I could
not see her facial expression but everything else told me this was going
just as nicely as when Lizzie had eaten her out.  I had no compunction
about cream pie and I was well aware of the odor of my cock, her cunt and
the cum seeping and mixing with my saliva.  The whole sensation of taste,
smell and touch was excitingly carnal and I was aware my cock was flattened
against the bedspread and now hard again.  Working her fast and firm and
she starts to wail and gasp as if she's distressed about it all but I can
feel from her vaginal contractions she is cumming.  She cums in short
shudders and gasps and cries softly as each wave passes.  I am a little
disappointed as I realise this is not as intense as Lizzie made her cum. 
But still she is more than into it and she slowly begins to subside, while
gasping as she tries to pull sideways away from my probing tongue.  She has
hit the wall and the friction is now too much to for her to take.
   I get the message it is time to let her drift but I am now hard and want
to fuck again.  I raise myself up and leaning forward I study her face. 
She is lying with her palms on her breasts.  I realise she was working the
nipples because they are still hard and red from her pulling and tweaking.
I chastise myself for ignoring her breasts.  Lizzie started with her
breasts and earlobe and butterfly kisses.  That was how she wound the girl
up.  I went straight for the cunt.  I made a mental note to be more into
foreplay in future.  She had her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open.
Her chest rose steadily as she was still breathing quite hard from the
recent exertions.  I leaned down and nuzzled her neck and I felt the light
sheen of perspiration on her skin.  As I touched her breast with my chest I
felt the dampness of the perspiration there to.  I took her shoulder and
gently nudged her to turn her over.  She opened her eyes a little and
peered at me with a quizzical look.
   "Roll over sweetie, on your tummy," I whispered softly and pressured her
shoulder and side.
   With some effort she rolled onto her side then thoughtfully slid so she
moved back roughly to the centre of the bed.  Her hands were bunched under
her breastbone below her chin and she lay flat.  I was kneeling beside her
now and I scuttled back level with her butt and slid a hand under her tummy
and pressured her upwards.  She raised her hips and with a gentle pressure
on the underside of her butt she slowly dragged her knees up so that she
gradually came to kneel; lying with her face on the pillows and hands still
under her.  She twisted sideways and looked at me suspiciously and slid her
hands up onto the pillows, gripping them under the bedspread.  I started to
round behind her and straddled her calves.  She was craning around trying
to look at me when she felt my hands run against the inside of her thighs,
pressuring them apart.  She groaned in realisation at what I was planning
and too my delight she reared her upper body off the pillow and placed her
hands down to support her.  Her head slumped forward so the forehead rested
on the pillow and she parted her legs.  I maneuvered myself between her
legs as she separated them at the knees and, taking my cock in hand, I
scooted forward and began rubbing my cock slowly between her slimy lips.  I
pressed inwards and up slightly and I watched, turned on by the sight, as
my bloated mushroom cock head found her slightly gaping entrance and I slid
about a third way into her before I experienced a firmer pressure on my
cock.  I pulled back and eased forward, once, twice and the third time I
shoved a lot firmer and buried into her teen cunt.  She groaned loudly and
twisted her head.  She had her eyes half open trying to focus on me and her
mouth hung open slack.  I rutted a bit harder and she gasped and gulped and
groaning she sunk her upper body down and I saw her hands grasp the
bedspread tightly.  This deep push had caused some discomfort.  I noted I
was not quite balls deep.  Whereas she had taken me as far as I could push
into her standing between her legs while she was on her back, she now had
opened up completely and I was hard against her cervix and still not fully
sheathed.  I was so turned on looking at the labia turned outwards against
my shaft, and the fullness at the back of her cunt near her perineum that I
could not contain myself anymore.  Simply put, I back-scuttled her strong
and steady.  Holding her hips and pushing as deep as I dared, occasionally
wringing a sharp intake of breath to punctuate the groans accompanying the
steady fucking I was giving her.
   Despite having cum not half an hour earlier, I knew I could not draw
this out much longer.  I usually can go for some time during a second fuck
close into a first fuck.  But this was just too tight, too hot and too
intense to be able to hold off very long.  I was now fucking hard and she
was vocalizing loudly with each push and shove into her.  It was somewhere
near my breaking through to start to cum hard that I saw her hands vanish
under her again only this time I realised she had pushed one of them back
down under hips.  I eased back and looked down and I could occasionally see
her hand behind my pumping cock.  She was working her clit.  This sent me
over.  The whole carnal domination of her from behind and her clearly
losing it a second time as one hand scraped her clitoris and the other was
lost under her boobs, no doubt working the nipples again.  She cried out
and started to cum hard.  This time she lifted her head and went semi-rigid
and quivered as she cried out and gasped so loud I was sure my neighbors
would hear if they were home.  Fortunately I knew the two gay boys would be
at work and I reveled in her noisy orgasm as I pumped her hard, cumming
with a low series of groans myself.  I totally shoved myself balls deep and
she took a sharp intake of breath and grunted as a pang of discomfort hit
her; as I shoved up against her cervix and I finally wrung the last spurt
from my cock.  I slumped forward and wrapped my arms around her and lay
over her back.  She couldn't take my weight for long and slowly, seemingly
uncomplaining, she lowered her hips to the bed as her legs slide back
behind her.
   I lay flat on her holding most of my weight on my knees and hands
pressed beside her shoulders against the bed.  Lying more against her than
on her.  My softening cock slipped from her, being pushed back by her butt
and deflating at the same time.  I was soon soft and pink nestling between
her buttocks.  We lay this way for some time.  She stirred first by turning
her head.
   "What's the time?" she asked.
   I rolled my wrist and looked at my watch.
   "Twenty to three," I replied.
   She considered my reply and turning her head back to the pillows she
brought her hands up beside her shoulders and pushed back as if doing a
push-up.  I moved back with her and went back and onto my haunches as she
dragged her legs forward and turned over sitting on her butt with her legs
splayed out to one side and sitting upright.  She tousled her hair with her
hands and her sweet firm young breasts bobbled with her movement.
   "I'd best get going," she said casually.
   "It's not three yet," I remonstrated gently.  "I thought you said you
had until four."
   "I have to get to the bus station by four.  It's a forty minute ride
from the city.  Bus goes at three."
   "Shit well we'd better get going.  Wait.  What if I drive you home?" I
suggested quickly.
   "Duuh.  That would be dumb.  Me be dropped of by a guy twice my age,"
she said somewhat acerbically.
   I blanched at her tone.  And her belief I was over twenty eight.  Well I
guess the real point was that she was under eighteen, never mind splitting
hairs about exactly how twenty-something I was.
   "What if I drove you to your local bus station?  Drop you off nearby and
you could simply be there waiting when your mother arrives," I suggested as
an alternative.
   She considered this and then nodded it was a good idea.
   "OK then.  Mom's actually picking me up at school but drop me there and
I'll call her and say I caught the bus.  But we need to be there by three
fifty," she warned.  "To call mom about the time I'd be just getting off
the bus."
   I nodded my understanding.  I could see the patch of her pubic hair just
above the crease of her thighs.  I made a mental note that that had to go.
I had to keep removing stray pubes as I ate her and it was more than a
distraction.  Lizzie had a very small trimmed rectangle which largely did
not get in the way of me going down on her.  But Marie had a healthy thatch
given she was only fourteen.  Either side of her labia and it was a mixture
of straight hair against her skin around her sex with the curlier bush
higher up her pubis.  In short she was particularly hairy there.  I got
down off the bed and reached for my shorts.  She followed me and stood
looking at my cock as I started to tuck it away.  She grinned and reached
for it before I could complete pulling my shorts up.  She tugged it
playfully and I grinned and let her play with it.  She dropped to her knees
and I watched as she carefully cleaned me with her tongue.  When she
finished she let me go and I pulled the waist band of my shorts up and made
them comfortable.
   "I need a pee," she said and looking around she headed for the bathroom
off the bedroom.
   I followed her with my eyes as she disappeared and soon I heard the loud
whiz as she pissed.  I continued to dress myself feeling more than a little
smug at how the day had turned out.  So unexpected.  I fleetingly
considered the legality of this situation and recalling our earlier
liberties with this young teen, I realized the die was already cast for me
and Lizzie.  But perhaps better to worry about later when she was gone. 
Maybe I will be haunted by it for ever, in case someone discovers the
illicit liaisons.  I finished dressing just as she came out and bent to
pick up her panties.  She held them up.  They were certainly old fashioned.
I looked at them as she arranged them front to back and stepped into them.
   "Mom strikes again," she said candidly.  "I can't wear skimpy knickers
under my kilt.  I must have the solid practical cotton tails," she smirked.
   She pulled them up too far as if to illustrate they were old fashioned
mid tummy underpants.  She turned from me and taking her bra, expertly put
it on.  She dressed quickly and I realised that she had worn her bobby sox
all the time we fucked.  I hadn't realised that.  She stood holding the
blazer over her shoulder and looked at me with a grin.
   "That was so good," she said hardly able to stop grinning.
   If I felt surges of pride and ego, she grinned like a cat that got the
cream.  She looked at the bed with the bedspread all scrunched and ruffled.
   "I'm sorry I peed," she said apologetically.
   "What?" I asked a little confused.
   I was a bit taken aback and turned and looked at the bed.  There in the
middle of the tan colored bedspread, there was a rather large dark wet
patch.  I hadn't seen it.
   "You peed!" I said somewhat surprised.
   "You made me," she giggled.  "The second time you did it to me."
   "Ah.  You peed.  I thought you said you needed a pee, before," I
exclaimed.
   "Yes I did, and I did.  AND I PEED," she said making a trumpet with her
hand as if I was deaf.  "A bad habit I can't stop sometimes," she
continued. I cum so intense, I pee sometimes."
   "I'll wash the bedclothes when I get back," I said practically.
   I thought about her confession she peed.  I recall she was wet but I
wasn't aware it was anything untoward.
   "Maybe you ejaculated," I suggested.
   She screwed her face up as if I was some sort of a moron.
   "Yeah ejaculated," I went on.  "Females can ejaculate clear liquid from
their vaginas.  There's some sort of gland inside that causes a release of
natural fluids.  It's not prevalent but totally plausible physically."
   "Humph.  First I've heard of it,' she said skeptically.  "Looks like a
trip to MyteenBody tonight.'
   I mouthed `MyteenBody' as a question.
   "It's a sort of health and sexuality site for teenagers.  On the web,"
she explained.
   She stood hands on hips and then looked around if something else was
interesting to her.
   "Where's Lizzie?" she said.
   "Ah.  Small problem," I answered cautiously.  "Lizzie and I broke up."
   She opened her mouth in surprise and then a look of disappointment came
over her face.  She recovered the look of disappointment and quickly added;
"I'm sorry."
   Of course she wasn't expecting to meet Lizzie here during working hours
but I figured she hadn't seen any clothing or apparent feminine stuff in
the bathroom.
   "Do you ever see her?" she asked looking expectantly at me.
   "Bad vibes there.  I got my ass threatened by her roommate's boyfriend
and her boss, so no, I don't meet with her any more," I said candidly.
   She fell silent, hands on hips and stared at some spot on the floor;
obviously thinking about my break up with Lizzie.  'I bet you're up for
some girl-girl stuff' I thought as I stood studying her expression.
   "You liked Lizzie didn't you?" I said with a knowing look.
   "Yes.  But now I like you to," she announced triumphantly.  "You are my
first boy.  Man."
   I looked at her skeptically and she realised I wasn't convinced.
   "It's true.  Really.  Well my first to do it properly," she explained.
"Like I've made out and, you know, been touched, touched a boy and stuff,"
she explained.
   She now sounded so much the little girl and I suddenly felt embarrassed
about being her with her like this.  Shit what was I doing with a kid?  She
took me by surprise and reached for me and hugged me and we kissed
tenderly. I was still feeling like I needed to get her out of here but I
knew this sudden aversion to her age would pass.  I did have a red blooded
urge to lust after cute hot underage girls even if I had never actually
consummated it before.  I wasn't going to lose that just because she was
her youthful self for a few moments.
   "I will always remember my first time with a man," she said softly.
   "And I will never forget being that first man Marie," I said quietly and
stroked her face.
   I could have puked at my words.  We kissed briefly and she reluctantly
broke away.
   "Best get going.  Can you have me at the Poulson transfer depot by three
fifty she said looking at my bedside clock which had clicked past three
ten.
   "Yep, no problem," I answered.
   "As long as you drop me off at the station," she warned.
   I was buoyed by her sense of discretion.  She was thinking ahead so as
not to arouse suspicion about her getting back from the movie outing.
   ***
   We left the apartment and soon we were back on Westway to deliver her
most of the way to her home.  As we drove along we made small talk and
sometimes we just sat in reflective silence.  I thought about how she had
come across Lizzie and me that Sunday.
   "Marie how did you know Lizzie and I were in the grass on Sunday?" I
asked.
   She grinned.
   "When I joined Melissa and Sandy, they wanted to go straight back to
Stonebrook Stables.  But I wanted us all to follow you."
   "Was that because you and Lizzie had been rubbing against each other?" I
asked with a smile.
   She looked surprised I knew that and then grinned.
   "Not really but that got me thinking a bit.  No.  I was just curious.  I
kind of figured you might go somewhere together," she said with a grin. 
"So the other two kept going back and I doubled back.  I caught up to you
just as you disappeared in the grass over that little hill."
   "And you snuck up on us?" I said.
   "Yes.  I stayed a way back at first but when I heard noises and figured
someone was cumming I crept closer and watched you on top of her," she
concluded.
   "And you hung around after we finished and spied on us while we dozed,"
I finished the scene for her.
   She nodded apologetically as if I had chided her.
   "I was looking at your dick.  I'd never seen a grown man's thing
before," she offered almost as an excuse.  "Well on the internet; but not a
real one.  Live."
   I grinned.
   "That's long gone from your list of things not done yet," I laughed.
   She grinned.
   "Well and truly.  And long overdue," she winked at me.
   "So why didn't you run for it when I pulled you into the nest with us?"
I asked looking at her.
   She grinned sheepishly.
   "I was sort of giving myself a bit of a rub, you know, I was a bit
fruity.  So when you yanked me in, I sort of gave over to it hoping what
happened would happen," she smiled sheepishly.
   I laughed out loud and thumped the steering wheel in jubilation we had
guessed her right.
   "So you were basically turned on by watching us," I confirmed.
   She nodded and grinned.
   We fell silent for a short while.  She was a gutsy young kid.  I had to
admit that.  I thought about her young body and then recalled the full
pubic bush.
   "Marie, do you want to meet me again.  Maybe visit me at my apartment
again?" I started tentatively.
   She turned and looked at me with one eyebrow cocked in a questioning
way.
   "Absolutely!" she exclaimed enthusiastically.  "I know I said I'd meet
you and Lizzie again but there was a reason I couldn't.  But we can plan
something out so I can see you again," she volunteered.
   She was sounding convincing I thought.
   "Why didn't you return to meet us," I said looking at her.
   She was facing me and she looked a little embarrassed and looked away,
gazing out the windscreen.
   "Some time back, not long after I got Sapphire, my horse; Sandy and
Melissa and I met some boys not far from where you and Lizzie met us.  They
were our age and so we arranged to meet them and did, a few times.  But
Melissa and one of the boys went off in the forest and we think they did
it, though Melissa won't admit it.  Anyway we got back late and old Gammon,
the stable mistress suspected what we might have doing.  Like no evidence
or anything like that.  Not her.  She just jumped to conclusions and told
our parents," she said somewhat aggrieved retelling me about this Gammon
woman.
   "But she was right," I suggested to her.
   "Yeah well may be; but she had no evidence," she whined.  "Anyway we got
put on a good behavior bond whereby we could only ride for two hours, with
each other and we had to police each other otherwise we all got our riding
privileges cut if one of us strayed from the pact," she explained.
   "And that day with Lizzie and me, you strayed from the pact and you all
got your privileges cut," I said, guessing the situation.
   "Exactly," she said sadly.  "I blew it for the other two and myself."
   "Where did you say you had got to?" I said somewhat apprehensive to hear
what excuse Marie had given the others.
   "I said I had just dawdled and been slow," she said.  Nobody actually
thought I wasn't telling the truth but the agreement was we all had to look
out for each other.  Sandy and Melissa got told off for not making me hurry
up; and going back and leaving me on my own.  They were pissed at me. 
Everyone was pissed at me..." she tallied off; obviously remembering it was
unpleasant.
   "If you don't mind me reminding you, you alluded to the fact you had
been with boys before, though not for sex; but you also told Lizzie and I
you had been with a girl or woman..." I said tailing off looking
expectantly for an explanation.
   She turned away and looked out the side window and did not answer.
   "Who was it you were with?" I dared, probing her to answer.
   She remained silent.  I decided not to push it and anyway, we were
nearing Poulson Township.
   "Go right, and then right again and stop by the KFC when you see it,"
she directed.  "I can walk to the bus station from there.
   It was a nice middle class town of about fifty thousand people.  I
sensed Marie's family was comfortable middle class.  I didn't even know her
last name, or how many brothers and sister she had or what her parent's
names were.  I saw the KFC and stopped just short of it.  She had her hand
on the door and turned to look at me.
   "I go to the movies in the city on most Saturdays.  Usually the four
o'clock show.  I'll be there this Saturday if you like.  I can meet you at
the strip mall across from their.  By Barbarino's Pizzeria," she said
expectantly.
   "I'll be there," I said softly, though I wasn't sure I would be.
   I felt this was a one off scene.  This had the makings of a complicated
relationship.  Well maybe meet just once more and perhaps wean her off any
thoughts of us getting too involved.  This had the potential to blow up in
my face.  I was too young for prison as a statutory rapist.  I had already
done the crime; but I could maybe defuse the situation.
   "Oh, it was Miss Waters," she said suddenly.  "Julie.  My dance teacher
in middle school.  She was the one I learned about girls and myself from.
You mustn't tell," she warned as an afterthought.
   I was stunned.  I thought she wasn't going to tell.  I felt humbled she
had confided in me yet the feeling she had just drawn me a little further
into her world.  I wasn't sure I could go any further in this
impressionable girl's life.
   "Thank you Marie.  I'm flattered you confided in me," I said sincerely.
"And I won't tell anyone.  Just as I am sure neither of us will tell anyone
about you and me and Lizzie," I said as an oblique warning.
   She grinned and nodded her head vigorously.
   "You like oral sex; from Lizzie, didn't you?" I said suddenly.
   I was thinking oh her rather over-hairy crotch and the vision of Miss
Waters eating the younger Marie out.  She looked a little stunned and
grinned sheepishly.
   "And you to," she said softly with a mawkish grin.  "You were good to."
   "Thank you Marie.  It's just that, well, when I finished I had a lot of
hair in my mouth.  Difficult to get out.  Irritating," I said somewhat
casually.  "Maybe you can sort of...cut it," I said looking at her.
   She burst out laughing.
   "You want me to get a bikini line?" she asked with a laugh.
   I could see she wasn't offended by the suggestion.
   "It would help," I suggested.  "I hear ladies who like ladies are mostly
shaved because of the problems of stray pubic hair," I chuckled.  I didn't
know that to be true but I was banking on her to see it was a reasonable
possibility.
   "Not the one I knew," she said matter of factly.
   So Miss Waters wasn't shaved.
   "Hmmm.  Ok, I'll see what I can do," she asked jovially.  "Was Lizzie
trimmed," she asked wickedly leering at me.  I never got to see much of her
even though she had no pants on."
   I grinned and nodded.
   "Not quite as bald as a badger but close," I grinned.
   "And what about you then?" she asked grinning as she leaned in the door.
"I might get pubes in my mouth to..." she tapered off suggesting what was
sauce for the goose was clearly sauce for the gander.
   I grinned at her.
   "Well the bit that seems to fit best is some distance from the forest so
it's not such a problem in men," I explained.  "Although I hear that it is
common among gay boys to shave completely," I added.
   She opened her mouth wide in mock exasperation at my theme of
discussion.
   "Apparently it makes the dick look longer.  A lot of those guys are size
queens.  Particularly when you may be on the small side and your partner
has the same equipment but bigger," I laughed.
   "I don't believe it," she laughed.  "You're soo rude."
   "Hey I can do a trim to," I chuckled.
   She looked at me and grinned and when I looked across at her she shook
her head in mock disbelief.  She made to move; conscious it was now almost
four o'clock.  She would call her mother who would be waiting at her
school, to tell her she caught the bus and to pick her up at the bus
station; as if she had arrived on the bus fifteen minutes earlier.
   "This was our day," she said somewhat sagely.
   "It sure was Marie," I agreed.
   I blew her a light kiss.  She made a moue back as she closed the door
and I watched her stride up the street towards the bus depot, flicking her
dark hair up and over her blazer collar, to lie unfettered across her
shoulders.  In a trice she vanished into an adjoining building to the bus
depot.  I looked at myself in the rear vision mirror, winked at me and
shook my head, and put the car into Drive and pulled away from the curb. 
`Our day indeed'.
   The End
   (C)Romany 2007.  Not to be copied, altered or transmitted without the
author's permission.
   
  
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