Riders, Chapter 2

by Michelle Darling with the assistance of Androgyne

Again the characters and plotline as well as some of the dialogue are provided by Michelle Darling and assembled by me, Androgyne. I hope you all enjoy it

Through the clouds of steam and the sting of the hot needles of the shower Maddy gazes down at Angela’s upturned face and hangs onto the last shreds of her self control as the girl’s silken pubis rubs against her rounded thigh. Taking hold of Angela’s shoulders she pushes her back to arms length.

“I know I want you but I’ve got to be sure you know what you’re getting into Angie. What we’re doing is illegal, I don’t believe it’s wrong but are you sure this is what you want?”

“Maddy I’m not an innocent little schoolgirl virgin. I’ve got girl friends at school and we experiment together. I want you so much that I just can’t wait any longer.”

Outside the shower room Donna hides a grin and softly pulls the door shut. She’s not worried for her daughter; Maddy will be an experienced and patient lover for her child to learn from. But not right now, there’s lots of time for that later but she needs to get Angie into her parade costume without embarrassing her daughter and Maddy by walking in on the two lovers. Stepping out of the office she calls out aloud.

“Angie honey I’ve got your costume; where are you?”

Inside, behind the closed door, there is a double hiss of surprise and disappointment from the two almost lovers.

“Go, go, go, kid and see your mum. It might take some explaining what the two of us are up to if she walks in on us,”

Wrapped in a huge, fleecy, white; towel; Angie scampers out to find her mother half way down the stable.

“Here’s your costume baby and you better take good care of it or your uncle Mark will blow a fuse. Real buckskin Indian dress with beadwork is just the start, he’s loaned you a cavalry cap as well as a holster with a replica sixgun. You’ll look the perfect little Calamity Jane. I’m going to saddle Misty with that western rig I bought at the auction and hang a lariat on the saddle horn. You‘ll look sensational kiddo!”

Despite being torn away from Maddy, Angie is after all a twelve year old girl, and she’s bouncing to get into costume.

“I’m off to the car to collect my dress for after the parade, where’s Maddy? I hope she’s got something suitable for the ball?

“She went to get a change from her dad’s and she’ll be there okay mum. See you at the parade soon.”

When she returns to the shower room Maddy’s towelling dry and Angie’s eyes bug out as she notices, for the first time, the spectacular tattoo on the stunning woman’s back.

A full length dragon in purple and black runs from her right shoulder to where its forked tail vanishes into the cleft of her perfect buttocks. Her body is tanned mahogany brown from her stay in Brazil where her father has business interests and Maddy found an interest in a young Brazilian beach girl to keep herself occupied at night.

“Wow Maddy! I love your tattoo, mum would kill me if I asked for one but that’s fantastic.”

Staring into Angie’s blue/green eyes Maddy’s words send a shiver down the girl’s spine.

“But your girlfriend would love you to have one, maybe a discreet little rose on the inside of your thigh? We’ll see about that but let’s get changed for the parade and the ball after.”

All Angie needs is to pull on her panties then slip into the buckskins and lace on the moccasins that match it. She watches fascinated as Maddy unpacks her outfit for the ball. This should have heads turning among the older members of the horsy set thought Angie.

A black mesh bra and thong along with seamed self support stockings lays the foundation which gets even better when she zips herself into the black leather microskirt. The black silk blouse is a favourite of Maddy’s because creases just drop right out of it once she shakes it out. A pair of patent stilettos completes the devastating rig and all she needs next is a little light make up and a dab of perfume to have every straight man and gay women for miles around climbing the walls of the parade marquee.

Angie is fully kitted out, the skirt is split to the hip on each side for ease in the saddle and she twirls to show it off to Maddy.

“Ready baby? Let’s go out there and wow them!”

Bending slightly, Angie is deceptively tall; Maddy plants a slow and passionate kiss on the girl’s ready lips then slaps her rear affectionately before they stroll, arm in arm, out into the stable.

Inside the marquee Susan Wolf and Kirsty Keith are setting up the music for the parade and the disco for the ball later. Both former cheesecake models from the eighties they are now nearer fifty than forty but are in fabulous condition.

They formed a pop duo years ago, “Blond Dynamite”, they never quite made it to the real big time but they now have a nice little niche. Supplying music at every type of country function from pony club to rugby club dances through village fetes and wedding and birthday functions at country homes.

The two women are much as they were years back. Busty blondes with hour glass figures and “big hair”. Their outfits are from their pop days and it’s a tribute to them that they still slip easily into them. Silver micro dresses and thigh boots are as eye catching as it gets.

“Suzy we both scored big time here last year, I’ve never seen so many little hotties in one place and their mum’s are just as available if we fancy some-one a bit more mature. You got that big titted kid, what was her name, Daisy? I hooked up with that older lass Lorraine and I was sore and just plain fucked out when she finished with me. Think they’ll be here again this year?”

“Don’t you worry your head about it baby, we’ll get laid for sure, it must be lesbian heaven round here. It’s a bonus on top of the fee honey but this year I fancy something really young, you know, slender and flat chested with a smooth little slit. No problem sweetie we’ll be eating young pussy tonight!”

The strains of the “Entry of the Hebrew Slaves” from the opera “Aida” echoes from the loudspeakers. Not the sort of music Suzy and Kirsty would normally play but this is the fancy dress parade for girls, nine to thirteen. The boy’s parade is over some time ago and the last of the girls has just walked their ponies past the judges.

Their heads together the three judges confer a while then the three finalists are called in reverse order by the vicar; the reverend Jack Wilde.

“In third place the little ballerina in pink Jenny Sorrel.”

Jenny hides her bitter disappointment and smiles sweetly as she accepts her third prize.

“In second place “Calamity Jane” or as she’s better known Angela Jones!”

Angie’s not happy but she’s a level headed kid and takes it well.

“The winner “The Butterfly” is Sarah Hardy. Congratulations Sarah and well done!”

Young Sarah in the fantastic costume her mother slaved for weeks to make accepts her prize with a huge grin, waves, and now it’s time for the ball to begin.

Suzy and Kirsty start the battle to get people out onto the dance area; never easy this early on but the two ladies are old pros at working a crowd.

“Come on ladies drag your guys out here and shake your booties. Let’s get the evening started. If your men won’t move yet then you girls get out here and show them how it’s done.”

The thought of Mrs Cowper-Smythe dragging Colonel Smythe up to shake his bootie boggles Donna’s mind but the evening has kicked off now and Donna’s ready for some fun. She’s changed into high heels, black stockings, and the proverbial “little black dress” that leaves her looking good enough for any woman in the place to hit on her. Her eyes though are only for Jenny Sorrel!

The drinks are flowing fast, Pimms, Black Velvet; “Champers”; and for the traditionalist guys pints of the local bitter. Suzy leans her face close to Kirsty’s so she can hear above the boom of the speakers.

“Can you handle things for a while baby I’m gasping for a smoke?”

Kirsty smiles and nods but she’s not fooled; she’s seen Jenny, now changed into a pink satin dress, heading for the marquee’s exit. Suzy’s nipples are tenting the cloth of her dress and Kirsty recognises a severe case of the hots!

Outside Jenny’s sitting on a rustic bench fuming that not only did she not win but only finished third when the stunning and horny Suzy sits next to her.

“Hi sweetie! Why aren’t you in there having fun with the rest of your friends? Aren’t you happy? Auntie Suzy will cheer you up!”

Suzy slips one arm around Jenny’s shoulders and her fingers trail over her downy skin. Jenny turns to her and smiles sweetly.

“Fuck off dyke you’re not my type!”

Suzy nearly chokes on a lungful of cigarette smoke!

“Give me a few drags of your smoke and you can kiss me though.”

Dazed, Suzy hands over the half smoked menthol king size and watches as Jenny drags furiously on it. As she stubs out the butt end Jenny turns to the big blond along side her.

“Okay you can kiss me now.”

After a nervous glance around to check nobody’s watching Suzy folds herself around Jenny’s slender frame and kisses her hard on her lips, she’s surprised as Jenny’s expert tongue slides into her mouth and wraps around her own tongue for a deep soul kiss. Then Jenny pulls free, rises, and leaves Suzy with a parting message.

“That’s all you get for half a cigarette lady, I’d want a lot more to let you fuck me!”

Suzy Wolf, experienced long time fortysomething lesbian sits there with her jaw almost on her terrific boobs!

Inside the marquee’ Donna, in animated conversation with a guest from the British Equestrian Society, reaches into her evening bag for her cell phone to take the number the man’s ready to give only to find it’s not there.

“Crap! Angie I think I might have left my cell phone in the stable office. Be a love and go take a look for me!”

Angie is gyrating to the beat with some of her young friends after changing into her party dress. A simple electric blue shift with a gold chain link belt emphasising her narrow waist, she volunteers at once to go look. Donna’s face holds a knowing smile as she spots the stunning figure all in black that follows her daughter out of the marquee.

“Like some company Angie?”

Angie knows just what’s going to happen now and she smiles at Maddy and slips her arm around Maddy’s waist as they move off into the night and the old and silent stable building. Angie taps in the code that disarms the security system and turns her key in the lock that opens the small door inset in the weathered oak double stable doors.

As they step inside and the door slams behind them the girl abandons all patience and grabs Maddy, pulling her close.

“Now Maddy, no interruptions this time I want you to make love to me now!”

Her fingers laced into Maddy’s she tows her towards an open stall.

“In here, I cleaned it out and laid fresh straw today; the mare stabled here’s away at a point to point so it’s ours now.”

Suddenly Maddy’s burning to taste this gorgeous little girl and she strips her outfit fast but orderly, hanging her clothes on the wooden pegs meant for tackle. By the time she’s gloriously naked Angie is sprawled amongst the sweet smelling straw as nude as Maddy, her arms wide waiting to close around her.

When their bodies touch a blazing heat seems to burn through their skin as their arms wrap around each other and their lips meet. Maddy’s tongue spears into Angie’s mouth and her hands cup her small breasts with their pink nipples hard and swollen. Angie’s sharp, white, teeth; nip at her lover’s lip and she speaks for the last time for some while.

“Don’t be gentle darling, fuck me hard!”

The woman’s hand moves between the girl’s silky thighs and probes her already wet labia, beneath her fingers she feels Angie stiffen then tremble as a gasp escapes her coral lips. Slowly she kisses the girl’s lips, neck, cheeks; and ear lobes before she moves her mouth lazily down to her flushed breasts. Licking and sucking her sweet pink nipples till Angie writhes and moans with passion. Then she continues the journey ever lower.

A series of butterfly light kisses move past Angie’s navel, over her lower belly, then her lips caresses the girl’s sensitive labia as her tongue samples Angie’s succulent creamy juices. Sucking on Angie’s sweet young flesh the experienced woman goes gently with her passionate little partner. With agonising slowness she draws the full width of her tongue over the sopping softness of Angie’s sex. The stall is dominated by two scents, fresh straw and the musky smell of two aroused pussies!

Maddy eases two fingers gently into the writhing girl’s cleft and finds no hymen to prevent her moving them deep inside Angie and is momentarily surprised when the girl locks the muscles of her vagina tight around them as she raises her slender hips, thrusting up against Maddy’s probing hand.

Realising Angie’s not inexperienced at Sapphic love Maddy increases the speed of her finger movement and gives the girl’s clit its first caress. As her tongue feathers itself back and forth across Angie’s firm little nub her thighs are thrown wider to stretch her taut pussy for her lover’s tongue and fingers to probe deeper. Maddy can feel the girl’s orgasm thundering through her and the whimpers change to wild screams of excitement.

“Oh God Maddy you’re making me cum!”

Her slender hips arch upward and Maddy’s mouth is flooded with Angie’s sweet cream as her body writhes under the woman’s skilled tongue and lips and her climax comes with a shrill howl that echoes round the deserted stable. Then all that is heard are her gasps and gulps of air. Maddy gently kisses Angie’s lips and she laps her own juices from the woman’s lips and face. Then in a low voice she excites Maddy with her words.

“Your turn now! I want to give you what you’ve given me!”

With a sensuous glance at her young partner Maddy lounges back amidst the straw and spreads her thighs. Her labia are swollen with passion and slightly agape, a heavy dew of her arousal gleams in the dim light then Maddy moans softly as Angie softly kisses her slick and sensitive flesh then worms her tongue deep inside her flooded vagina.

Her hands lightly cradling Angie’s head Maddy lays back and savours the girls gentle loving. The whole width of the girl’s tongue is being drawn slowly back and forth across her quivering pussy and Maddy abandons herself to a slowly building orgasm but through gritted teeth gasps out her needs to her young lover.

“Fingers baby use your fingers, slowly, no need to hurry.”

Three of her small fingers enter Maddy’s now flooded cleft and she shudders as those fingers gently work her and increase their pace with maddening slowness. Even a long time lover of ladies can’t hold back her climax much longer and she feels the familiar burning rush exploding inside her then she explodes into ecstasy.

Her face plastered against Maddy’s pulsing crease Angie is sprayed when Maddy squirts a jet of white juice from her parted labia while clamping her thighs tight around the girl’s head. Bucking and rocking back and forth like a wild thing she echoes Angie’s own explosion of satisfaction.

“Fuck baby! You’re amazing. You made me cum harder than I have cum for ages.”

Angie rests her cum splattered face on the flat plane of Maddy’s belly and smiles a smile of secret delight. She’s brought her lover to a huge climax and she knows that sooner or later they’ll be making love again. But they’ll have to get back to the marquee to rejoin the party.

Back in that marquee the first part of our D.J’s gig is coming towards its close. Near their sound stage a group of teens and tweens are dancing together to the booming beat. One of them is Cara Tait. Cara is Sandy Tait’s daughter and is beginning to show the looks that made her mother’s fortune. Sandy is not her name nor is it Sandra, she’s called Sandy because when younger she bore a startling resemblance to Sandy from the film Grease.

Sandy parlayed her looks into marriage to the notorious wild man of heavy metal Jethro Tait. Their tempestuous marriage ended when Jethro exceeded even his amazing tolerance for hard drugs and Sandy inherited his fortune. She and her daughter also inherited a dislike for men after dear dad Jethro insisted his wife and child supplied him and his backing group with frequent blow jobs.

Sandy had little education but a massive drive and common sense that let her build a large and still growing business empire. Spotting her daughter Sandy parts the crowd like a ship through the waves and cruises towards her. She’s a stunning figure in skin tight black satin slacks and her mane of platinum blond hair. Tugging her daughter from the crowd and into a shadowed corner of the marquee.

“Hi honey I’ve got to pop back to Tait Towers for a while. Fuck! Your father had no taste did he? Tait bloody towers! You got anybody picked out to fuck tonight? I’m screaming for someone to eat my pussy!”

Cara grins in the dark and nods towards the stage.

“Those two mum; I really fancy some older cunt tonight.”

Sandy’s perfect teeth gleam as she grins back, her hand flirts with her daughter’s firm little rump out of sight of the gyrating dancers and serious drinkers then she leans forward and whispers in her daughter’s ear for some time. Cara looks hard at her mother.

“Really? Thanks mum! I’ll try that.”

As Sandy quits the marquee and heads for her car she’s intercepted by a reporter from the local rag and asked for a few minutes of her time. Maddy and a blissfully happy Angie are heading back from the stables.

“Honey I think you better head for the ladies loo before you go back inside, your make up’s a little mussed and maybe you better check for any pussy juice I missed with my hanky back in the stall.”

Peeling off Angie enters the toilet tent finding it’s strangely empty except for one young lass. Fifteen? Sixteen? No Lorraine Preston is twenty two. Years ago she was the Jenny of her day and was showered with affection and gifts by the ladies who now lust after the little pink seductress. She still looks and dresses years younger than her age and still attracts smouldering glances from ladies who like their girls a tad older than Jenny’s bracket.

“Hi Lorraine! You’re looking good tonight.”

“Angie! I wish I could say the same about you, you look sorta mussed up, come here and I’ll fix your hair and make up.”

Lorraine works in a beauty parlour so it’s not long before a little blusher, a touch of lip gloss, and a few more minor touches of the tools of her trade have Angie immaculate again. As she gently draws a brush through Angie’s silky hair her nose wrinkles.

“You lucky little so and so I smell pussy juice. You’ve been fucking! Who was the lucky lady?”

Angie doesn’t even blush, she smiles at her older friend with complete confidence.

“ Maddy, or should I say Madeleine, that gorgeous brunette in the leather micro. And yes you’re right we were fucking in the stable and I want more tonight!”

Lorraine’s smile is a disappointed one.

“I’d love a good fuck but I’ve got to leave early tonight. I guess it’s my fingers or nothing tonight baby.”

In the marquee Kirsty is making an announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen, not to forget you kids, Desmond our caterer tells me the buffet is ready to open so join the queue and take what you fancy. Susan, my partner here, and I will take a break ourselves so we’ll leave you with some mood music and we’ll be back later for part two of the gig.”

The two statuesque blonds vanish through the rear entrance of the marquee and Cara waits a moment before inconspicuously ambling out after them. At the rear of the huge canvas tent the two ladies are luxuriously dragging on their cigarettes when they spot the elegant and slightly curved form of Cara heading towards them.

“Hi kid and what can we do for you tonight?”

Kirsty has taken one look at the young girl and decided that this is one pussy she’d love to suck on soon.

“I wonder if you two could do me a BIG favour. My mum was a huge fan of yours when you were “Blond Dynamite” back in the eighties. She says she had an enormous crush on you both when she was a kid. Is there any chance of you giving me your autographs to give to her? She’d be over the moon.”

Susan winks at Kirsty as she turns her dazzling smile on Cara. She’d told her partner they’d be eating young cunt tonight and this might be the one.

“We’ll do you better than that honey. We’ll give you a signed photo of us in our prime.”

Just across from them is the “battle bus” mobile home the ladies travel to their gigs in. Susan gestures Cara forward and behind her back makes kissing motions to Kirsty. Stepping inside Susan waves Cara to sit and then opens a cabinet and extracts an 8x10 colour shot of “Blond Dynamite” on stage in their hey day.

“Come to think of it honey do you think your mum would like something maybe a bit more, shall I say explicit, than this?”

Rooting deeper into the compartment she emerges with another snap.

“What do you think of this baby?”

Another 8x10 but this one shows Susan and Kirsty naked and kissing passionately while their hands caress each others large breasts.

“Wow that’s fantastic! You ladies were really something in those days.”

Susan’s breath is warm on the nape of Cara’s neck and she whispers softly in her ear.

“How about we show you how we look today baby. In the flesh?”

Kirsty’s lips brush Cara’s neck and the tip of her tongue toys with the girl’s ear lobe. Cara shivers and her skin shows goose bumps while her little nipples harden. Kirsty thinks she’s nervous or scared but in truth it’s her clit beginning to tingle at the thought of these two gorgeous older ladies stripping naked and then stripping her naked.

“Ooohh would you?”

Both voluptuous ladies tug down the zips that run the length of their micro dresses and shrug out of them revealing spectacular bodies that seem damned near as good as they were all those years ago. Susan’s pussy is shaven satin smooth while Kirsty’s is trimmed into a narrow strip that points the way to her pouting and already moist labia. Neither of our glamorous D.J’s are wearing panties, all the easier to have their pussy’s licked.

“What say you show us what you look like bare my little honey?”

Kirsty is in no mood to delay getting her hands on this lovely little sweetie little realising that Cara can’t wait for these two sexpots to get their hands on her. Cara hesitates for a moment trying to look shy.

“Naked? You want to see me naked? I’m not sure if I should. Oh but mum said she had a crush on you two and I guess I’ve got a crush on you as well.”

Shedding her simple shift dress she reveals her slender but slightly rounded body, no bra for her apple sized breasts with their perky pink nipples. She peels off her lacy briefs and stands before the aroused pair in just her dance shoes and white lace self support stockings. Susan is the first to make a move and she kisses Cara’s slender back as she trails her fingers down the child’s silky thigh.

“Wow baby you are so hot!

Kirsty by now has fastened her lips to Cara’s mouth in a hot and deep kiss. Playing her role to the full Cara flinches slightly as if shocked, lets her eyelashes flicker down as if embarrassed, then shyly opens her mouth to Kirsty’s probing tongue. “got ‘em” she thinks in triumph.

Susan eases her down onto the narrow bed/seat and allows her hands to stroke Cara’s boyish buttocks while she kisses Cara’s neck and shoulders in a shower of feather light pecks. Kirsty pets Cara’s hardening breast peaks and nipples and trails her lips down the girl’s flat belly towards her tight little crease that is now dewed with beads of her flowing pre-cum.

Susan’s skilled fingers gently part Cara’s taut buttocks to reveal the pucker of her rose pink anus,

“Oh baby I’ve never seen a sweeter arse. Can I kiss it?”

Cara has no need to act her part now because Kirsty has begun to tease the puffy lips of the girl’s oozing cleft.

“Oh p’ p’ please, kiss it please!”

Susan slides her moist tongue onto the soft and tender flesh of the girl’s sphincter while her talented lips kiss the moist skin with all her skill. Cara suddenly shivers and trembles as Kirsty gently parts the wet labia and pushes the width of her tongue against Cara’s throbbing cunt. She then eases two fingers into Cara’s sopping vagina. Too excited to recall her lines now Cara starts to loose it but by now the ladies aren’t noticing as they’re too busy making their small lesbian cum hard.

“OH fuck make me cum! I want to cum now!”

Kisty works her fingers faster and harder as her tongue moves from Cara’s burning labia to the small but hard nub of her clit. Susan pulls her face back from Cara’s rear and thrusts two digits into the girl’s tight canal and finger fucks her arse mercilessly hard while her partner drives Cara to a screaming climax.

“Oh fucking shite!”

Her belly ripples, she throws her thighs wide and grabs Kirsty’s silvery mane, crushing her mouth down onto the streaming pussy just in time to cum hard into Kirsty’s frantically working mouth. Impaled on two sets of thrusting fingers Cara writhes and twitches as her orgasm sends her small body out of control.

Long time she lays gasping and gulping for breathe and sweat streaked till she rolls over to stare at the two stunning and madly aroused older women.

“Oh God that was wonderful. I’ve got to make you two cum now. Just lay down side by side.”

Susan and Kirsty wriggle together side by side on the bed, thighs wide spread, breasts and nipples gorged with blood as they wait for their pre-teen lover to get them off. One each of her small hands reaches forward to manipulate the spongy, wet, flesh of their gapping pussies. Probing firmly she finds that three then four of her small fingers slip easily inside so she starts to work the two women with a twisting corkscrew movement.

Moans fill the room as Cara jerks her head back and forth, like a striking snake, between the two women’s boiling slits. Each time her face drops to the steaming crease her tongue jabs an erect clit and the women’s moans are changing to shrill shrieks of delight.

Susan turns her face to Kirsty’s and the partners kiss deeply as Cara shows her skills as a lover to older and experienced ladies. Finding four digits are easy she folds her thumbs, presses hard, and thrusts her whole hand each into a wide spread pussy up to her thin wrists and fist fucks the two writhing blonds all the while clit licking them madly.

Kirsty who had started the gig letching for a young piece of pussy is the first to loose it. Heaving her hips violently against Cara’s fist she explodes into a crazy and explosive orgasm that leaves her howling as she cums so hard her vaginal muscles clamp like a hand on Cara’s wrist.Cum juice pours from her everted labia as she collapses in ecstasy.

Susan has been building towards a massive climax while frenching her sex maddened partner and now it’s her turn to erupt into a sexual volcano.Suzy is a squirter and she climaxes with a fountain of creamy cum that blasts around Cara’s hand like a whale spouting.

As Suzy cums and the musk of sex fills the air Cara looses control of herself, the power of reducing these two big and sexy women to jelly have excited her all over again. Still kneeling between the two sated women she blasts out a cum that soaks her thighs with white juice then she falls forward across the swollen breasts of an exhausted Susan Wolf.

Back in the main marquee the impressive figure of Lola heads towards a curvy figure in a tiny black cocktail dress. Some horse trading is about to begin. The blooming Angie has caught Lola’s fancy and she feels it’s time that her wicked little niece can be traded with Donna for some rough sex with Angie and a seat on the entertainment committee. She will be disappointed in one but not in the other while someone else may share her bed who loves hard and heavy sex.

“Donna you look ravishing tonight! Could you spare me a few moments to talk?”

“Of course Lola go ahead.”

“I was wondering if Angie has anything planned with you for the school holidays because I have my villa in Spain standing empty and I wonder if she’d like a couple of weeks there with me.”

Donna’s smile is saccharin sweet but she has no intention of letting her daughter within a mile of Lola alone in a villa in Spain but the thought of Jenny’s naked body in Donna’s king sized bed has her clit tingling as she makes a counter offer.

“I’m sorry Lola I’ve arranged for Angie to spend time with the German junior equestrian coach this summer but I know who’d jump at the chance of stopping at the villa! Daisy’s mother, Marina, is at her wits end over what to do with her since she needs to join her husband in the States for his book tour promoting his new novel. I’m sure Marina would be happy to leave Daisy in your care while she’s away. The child’s growing up so fast isn’t she?”

Lola purses her lips and looks across at young Daisy. Not yet thirteen her body is showing a distinct hourglass figure and her breasts are straining her white silk blouse as she dances.

“You can convince Marina can you Donna?”

Victory is in Donna’s grasp and she knows it.

“Of course Lola but how are things with Jenny today?”

“Everything’s fine with us Donna and I’ve told her you’ll be over to see her soon but about my place on the entertainment committee?”

“Done and dusted Lola my vote went your way so you’re in!”

Lola closes the deal then and there and reaches into the inside pocket of her man tailored suit to produce a snapshot which she hands to Donna. Jenny naked except for a hair band leaning back against a mound of scatter cushions. Her slender thighs are parted revealing her taut and hairless vulva while her erect pink nipples stand up from her flat chest.

Donna suddenly finds herself warm and wet between her thighs.

“She’s untouched Lola?”

“Oh Donna she’s such a sweet and innocent child but I know you’ll be kind and gentle with her. But now tell me where we stand with that proposed visit from Greta the European junior champion that you were arranging?”

The dickering done Donna nods quickly to the enemy she’s just bargained with.

“All sorted Lola, she a young dreamboat, acts years older than she really is and her coach Mitzi has allowed her two weeks over here under my chaperoning so you’ll meet her at the Hunt Ball next week. Now where can I find Jenny I’ve so much to say to her?”

Both women smile false smiles but both are satisfied with the outcome. Donna follows Lola’s gesture and sets off after Jenny while Lola sails through the crowd towards the curvy little Daisy to give her and her mother the good news about a long spell at Lola’s villa where Daisy will learn just what Lola has to offer and what she likes in return.

Meanwhile, a half a mile from the gates of the stable, Lorraine stands at a bus stop. She’s glancing nervously at her watch and then up at the dark sky above her. In this quiet country setting the buses are few and far between and she’s afraid she’s missed hers. She’s also afraid that those black clouds sweeping in mean she’ll be soaked to the skin when they open up, which looks like they will soon for sure.

In the distance she sees headlights but as the vehicle draws closer she realises it’s not the bus, an amazing chromium plated Humvee cruises to a halt and a window rolls down to reveal the blond mane of Sandy Tait.

“Hi! Lorraine isn’t it? Hop in it’s going to piss down in a minute. I’ll run you right into the village centre.”

Even as Lorraine settles on the seat the first heavy drops of rain rattle on the roof and windscreen. Sandy glances sideways at the child/woman sharing the front seat. Simply dressed in a summer dress of unbleached cotton and low heeled pumps Lorraine can easily pass for a teenager and suddenly Sandy recalls the stories she’s heard about the child that the local dykes lusted after for years. The heat that has been growing inside her flares up and she decides she’s got to have her. Here and now.

Turning into the dark and narrow “Poacher’s Lane” Sandy pulls over and stops.

“I’ve heard so much about you Lorraine, so many ladies talk about you and how things were when you were younger. I’ve got to tell you something.”

Leaning close to the younger woman, so close Lorraine feels her mint flavoured breath on her cheek, Sandy whispers in her ear.

“I really want to fuck you baby!”

Amazingly a genuine blush flushes the young woman’s cheeks as she leans towards Sandy and her long lashes droop down as though shyness is overcoming her.

“And I’d love you to fuck me Sandy, I’ve been watching you for a long time but I didn’t think you’d noticed me.”

Sandy’s arm hooks around the girl’s neck pulling her towards her and her crimson lips close on Lorraine’s mouth, two tongues slither around each others then Lorraine moans softly as Sandy’s hand slides under the hem of her short skirt. Her fingers move up the smooth nylon that sheaths the girl’s leg then onto the naked and silky flesh then higher still to rub against the already wet and sticky crotch of her panties.

Lorraine speaks the words that she’s said to so many women over the years. Words that excited those women just as they do Sandy.

“Do whatever you want to me!”

“Let’s get into the back baby.”

In the dim rear of the Hummer Sandy skins out of those black satin pants and frees her heavy breasts from her lacy bra. Naked she’s stunning! She’s all curves; rounded buttocks and thighs, those breasts tipped with strawberry sized nipples are firm and flushed with passion. Taking the hem of Lorraine’s dress she pulls it up and over the girl’s head then hooking her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties she tugs them down over her ivory thighs and off leaving the slender girl in just her dark stockings.

“I said I want to fuck you baby and I mean just that!”

Rooting beneath the seat Sandy drags out a harness that supports eight inches of black latex cock. As she wriggles into it she inserts one end into her already creamy pussy before tightening the straps and Velcro, grunting with pleasure as it fills her vagina tightly. Then she eases forward and offers one swollen nipple to Lorraine’s mouth. Sucking hard on it Lorraine nibbles and nips around the aureole then switches to her other breast as Sandy groans softly, Lorraine’s hands caress the woman’s full moon rear then Sandy abandons restraint.

Pushing the girl’s thighs wide apart she thrusts the strap-on deep into Lorraine’s hot cleft and as the girl’s thighs lock around her Sandy hammers her cock in and out with heaves of her hips. Lorraine has never been a quiet lover.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Harder Sandy, fuck me harder, fuck me raw bitch””

Each time she pounds the girl’s pussy with a stroke the other end is rammed up Sandy’s crack and she’s howling as Lorraine claws at her back and bites the soft flesh of her neck. Pumping quicker Sandy’s white rump rises and falls faster and faster as she takes Lorraine and herself towards their climax. The girl stiffens beneath her, spasms, then her massive cum sprays from her wide spread thighs and seconds later Sandy explodes into her own orgasm.

“Oh fucking shite!”

With the rubber cock still buried in Lorraine’s throbbing flesh Sandy rears back as white cum cream pours from under the pad that passes between her thighs then she falls forward onto the still writhing girl’s sweat streaked breasts. Silence apart from their gasps of breath then Sandy mutters into the girl’s ear bringing a lazy smile to Lorraine’s lips.

“We’re not done yet sweetie, I want a piece of that lovely arse of yours, turn around.”

Settled on her hands and knees Lorraine poses her taut little rear in the air as Sandy parts her buttocks to reveal the tight pucker of her arse ring. Easing the helmet of the gleaming cock into her Sandy finds that the girl opens easily to her and swallows the full length into her canal. Lorraine has taken something like this many times when she was Lola’s pet so she pushes back against Sandy’s thrusts, grunting with delight as her arse is pounded.

Sweat trickles into the valley of Sandy’s breasts and down across her belly as she drives them both to a second eruption. The pussy pad is soaked with her cum when she creams herself with wild excitement then Lorraine, loosing it completely, has a heavy squirt as she hits a multiple orgasm from the rape of her arse.

Two exhausted lovers lie twined together in the rear of the vehicle, both painted with pussy juice they nuzzle, kiss, and gently caress; oblivious to the world outside. Passing by in her patrol car WPC Emma Haines spots the distinctive motor and debates stopping to check it out but decides against it. She knows who owns it, there’s only one chromium Humvee anywhere near here and it belongs to the gorgeous Sandy Tait!

Emma knows her fellow officers are aware that she prefers the ladies to the guys, mainly, and she’s got it bad for Sandy. Perhaps she’ll call at Tait Towers tomorrow? She can see how it goes. “Just checking Ms Tait, saw it parked in Poachers Lane thought I’d make sure everything is okay”. Sandy would smile at her, move close, a peck on the cheek as thanks? Then who knows where things could go from there? As Emma cruises into the night she’s already got her head between Sandy’s silken thighs.

Back in the Hummer Sandy brushes her lips against the inside of Lorraine’s trembling thighs and debates eating her pussy just for the pleasure of tasting the girl’s creamy flow.

“Lorraine baby the stories were right! You are SO hot! I’ve a daughter, Cara, I think it’s time she had a little advanced tutoring in how to satisfy a lady and how well you can satisfy a lady. Call at Tait Towers tomorrow and I think I can promise you won’t be disappointed with what I can offer you for what you’ll be teaching my girl.”

In the dark Lorraine is almost in tears, she’s wanted again, it might be like the old days again when the local ladies queued up for her. Maybe the good times are back?

“Oh Sandy I’d love too! I can be just what you want me to be and to Cara as well!”

At the Marquee things are hotting up as the booze flows and Donna is seated in the shadows patting the thigh of an apparently nervous little angel named Jenny who mustn’t be frightened by an experienced woman’s advances. The riders still have a way to go!