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Horses 2: Another Day

By Romany

(M/t)


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 tand 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 wre
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

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