A Step Mother's Sin - Ch. 7 - Horseback Ridin free porn video

We arrived at the lodge a few minutes before three o'clock. The lodge had a wonderfully romantic feel
to it. The lobby had beautiful exposed wooden beams and a huge stone fireplace. The back wall was
a series oflarge windows which provided a wonderful panoramic view of the Adirondack Mountains.
I checked us in while Robert unloaded the car and put up the convertible top.
I unlocked the door to our room and Robert placed our suitcases on floor in front of the dresser.
"Mom, this is way cool."
"Robert, you have to remember to call me Cindy. If you slip up, it will be more than just
embarrassing. It could cause someone to investigate further. This weekend we are couple, a cougar
and her prey, not a stepmother with her stepson. Okay?"
Robert nodded, "Got it. I'll be careful. But Cindy, this place is so fine."
Rather than room numbers, each room had a name. We were assigned to the Oak suite and it was
gorgeous. We had a fireplace at the foot of the bed, a large two person Jacuzzi tub, a small patio that
overlooked Lake George.
I realized that I would have the opportunity to fulfill a life long fantasy. I was going to make love in
front of a real fireplace. I was definitely going to have Robert fuck mewith the fire roaring.
I opened the sliding glass door and stepped out on to the patio admiring the magnificent view of the
lake. Robert followed me. Standing behind me, hewrapped his arms around me and hugged me,
cupping my left breast in his right hand. He gently teased my nipple, evoking a moan from me.

"Baby, that feels nice."
I felt his penis throb against my back.
"I like it when 'Willy' nudges me," I said as I leaned my head back on my stepson's strong chest. I
continued, "It makes me feel very sexy and desirable when your penisthrobs and pulses against me. I
just love the factthatyou starting getting hard just from being near me."
"Mom, I mean Cindy, watching you 'sun the girls' and diddle yourself in the convertible on the drive
up here was so fucking hot."
Robert was referring to the fact that on the drive from Manhattan he convincedme to recline my seat
so that I was essentially lying flat and to sunbath topless in the convertible. Several truck drivers were
able to peer down from the cabs of theirsemis and enjoy a little 'eye candy'. And then to everyone's
shock and amazement, Robert convinced me to masturbate to orgasmwhilea driver watched fromhis
rig.
"It was craziness. I don't know why I let you talk me into doing stuff like that. It was so embarrassing
to do that while that guywatched me. I have never done anything like that before," I said, shaking my
head in utter amazement.
"You know, mom, he'll never forget you. He will be jacking off thinking about you tonight. But you
enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"Robert, I am pretty sure he was jacking off while he watched me."
"How could you tell?"
I saw the motion of his arm and shoulder. I am positive he had his dick out and was masturbating
while he watched me cum."
"That's kindof hot. Did you enjoy showing off like that?"
"Robert, I am ashamed to admit it, but yes, touching myself while you and the guy in the truck
watched did arouse me. I don't know why, but it did. I am a naughty little girl."
"Perhaps you are a naughty girl,but you are also the sexiest woman on the planet," Robert said, as
he slowly turned me to face him. He bent over to kiss me. Because heis so much taller than I am, we
could not kiss standing up comfortably.Robert lifted me up. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around

him, straddling his torso.
With my arms around his neck, I was too short to contact his throbbing penis with my vulva. Or
perhaps he was simply too tall. Nonetheless, we were not able to hump each other as we kissed.
Robert reached up, slid his hand under my halter top and cupped my breast. He pulled the bottom of
the halter up, exposing my left breast as we necked on the patio. He was gently teasing my nipple.
We necked for several minutes. Our tongues played tag, chasing each other from mouth to mouth.He
felt my exposed breast. I broke our kiss and asked, "Baby, do you need some relief before dinner?"
"Oh god, yes."
"Then put me down, take me into our room and fuck me. Or would you prefer me to suck on you?"
"Cindy, I think I want to fuck you. I want to leave you a little present that will remind you of me during
dinner."
"What kind of present?" I asked coyly. I knew precisely what type of present he was planning to give
me.
"I want my sperm leaking into the crotch of your panties during dinner."
"Ooooh, I like that kind of present. You are a bad boy, wanting to soil my clean panties with your
semen. I like it. Take me in to the room and make love to me."
Robert set me down. As he did so, I pulled the bottom of my halter down, covering my left
breast.While covering my left breast with the halter, I noticed two men standing forty feet or so away
watching us. They looked to be in their early thirties. They obviously were enjoying the little show
Robert and I had just put on.
"Robert, those men were watching you feel me up a moment ago. I feel so wicked."
I waved at our audience and went into the room. They smiled and waved back. I was discovering that
I had a bit of an exhibitionist in me.
Robert stacked several logs in the hearth. Using some fire starter, he lit the wood. The wood cracked
as the fire took over. Soon we had a very pleasant fire in our room.

"Robert, close the curtains and come here and fuck me. Fuck me good."
I stripped quickly and assumed the position flat on my back. My knees were bent and thighs were
slightly separated. Robert soon had his clothes strewn all over the floor. His penis stood straight up,
likerigid little solder at attention.
With my legs bent, Robert climbed between my thighs. He placed my heels back towards my ass and
gently spread my knees. He bent forward and gently kissed and then sucked my clitoris. I was very
sensitive. I looked down and saw his penis throbbing up and down, and I pulled him forward.
He entered me easily, my pussy was still wet, aroused and dilated from my adventures duringthe
drive up from Manhattan. Robert’s huge cock met little or no resistance.
I wrapped my legs around his midsection as he slowly, and lovingly fucked me. He was growing
firmer as he stroked in and out of me slowly, and I was enjoying the loving sensations he was
creating inside me.
As he smacked his ballsagainst my upturned ass, I teased him by asking, "So how did you feel when I
was flashing my tits to all those truck drivers? Did you like seeing me cum while that guywatched
me?"
"Oh fuck yeah," was his only response.
"How did it make you feel? Did you think I was behaving like a little slut? Did you like having me act
like a little slut for you?"
The mere mention of our antics from the drive up here was enough to cause Robert to stiffen and
grunt. I felt his penis arch up inside of me telling me he was ejaculating. I milked him by contracting
my vagina while he came inside me.
"Thank you for my present honey. It will make a mess in my panties while we are eating dinner!" His
penis arched again. I was slowly discovering that Robert liked it when I talked naughty to him.
After several minutes of post-coital cuddling, we disengaged. We climbed inthe Jacuzzi tub together. I
sat between his legs, my back to himwith my head resting on his chest. Robert gently tugged at my
nipple as we cuddled until it was time to go to dinner.
We dined in the lodge's restaurant. Then we took a long walk along the water front, holding hands.

At about ten o'clock, we returned to the room, fucked again before falling asleep in each other's arms.
the next morning:
I wore a sleeveless whitetank topand a pair of light blue jeans the next morning. Robert had selected
my outfit.
The fact that I was not wearing a bra was embarrassingly evident. My large erect nipples poked
though the very thin cotton fabric of my white sleeveless shirt. My dark areoles, were plainly visible
under the whitecottonof my shirt. I would not have been more exposed if I went to the restaurant
topless.
The jeans were quite tight. The seam of the crotch seemed to crawl up into my vagina giving me a
definite 'camel toe' appearance.
I would be mortified if anyonewith whom I worked saw me dressed like this.
"Robert, are you sure you want me to wear this? This is awfully revealing. Maybe I should
wearanother top. One that is not so 'see through'."
"You look great. You have beautiful breasts. Show them off a bit."
"This top, without a bra, is showing off a lot more than just a bit."
I sighed and accepted my fate. I looked in the mirror and had to admit, I did look smoking hot.
Fortunately, rather than dining atour lodge, where I would be seeing the same people for the next
three days, Robert decided to have breakfast at Cafe' Sarah in North Creek, about a twenty minute
drive from our hotel.
My humiliationwas only slightly lessened since I was being exposed in a different town from which I
was staying. Aswe walked to our table I attracted stares of lust and admiration from malesages
sixteen to sixty. I also attracted glares of disapproval and disdain from nearly every female in the
place.
A silver haired womandining with her husband glared at me as if I was the'whore of the Adirondacks'.
I could feel my face, neck and upper chestburning red from my embarrassment. I also realized that

along with my humiliation came a feeling of wicked excitement. As perverse as it sounds, there was a
part of me thatwas actually enjoyed the shame of being exposed in this way.
I ordered a bloody Mary from the youthful college aged waiter assigned to serve us. I needed a little
liquid courage if I was going to survive today exposed the way I was. I don't think his eyes left my tits
for a moment while taking our order.
I ordered a bagel and coffee to augment my bloody Mary. Robert had eggs Benedict and orange
juice.
"Robert, this is so embarrassing, being placed on display this way..."
"Cindy, does it arouse you?"
Robert had finally gotten in the habit ofcalling me by my first name rather than referring to me as
'Mom' when we were in public.
"That is not the point..."
Robert interrupted my protest, "No ma'am, that is precisely the point.Does beingplaced on display this
wayexcite you?"
I sat there stunned. I knew what Robert was asking. However, I was uncomfortable actually admitting
to my step son that I found some level of excitement and yes, even pleasure, in the shame and
humiliation I was experiencing being forced to dress this way. I think my reluctance to answer directly
stemmed from two factors. One, I was ashamed to admit to my stepson that I was such a slut that
Ienjoyed being shamed and humiliated. And two, I was scared that if I admitted this fact to him, he
would feel empowered to expose meto an even greater extent. I was afraid, that if Robert knew that
the humiliation of sitting here under the scorn anddisdain of these women, who were threatened by
the way their boyfriend and husbands were lusting after me, actually aroused me.
"Robert, what are you asking?"
"I don't think you are being honest. I think you know precisely what I am asking. Are you getting
aroused?"
I sat there speechless. My head was spinning. But I also realized my vagina was moistening at the
very thought of agreeing to this unexpected inquiry. I nodded.

"Robert,I am very aroused," I finally admitted. "I want you to take me back to the room and make love
to me."
Robert stared at me intently, "All in good time."
I finished my bloody Mary.
"I think I need another drink. You have my head swirling right now."
"Do you trust me enough to let me be in control?"
I nodded my head. "Baby, I have never trusted anyone more than you. No one has ever given me the
pleasure you have. No one has ever loved me the way you do now."
The waiter interrupted us,delivering my secondbloody Mary. It was only ten thirty in the morning and I
was on my second drink.
Robert smiled and reached into his pocket and pulled out a neatly wrapped small box. The box
measured approximately two inches by two inches by five inches long.
"I have a little present for you."
"What is this?"
"Open it."
I unwrapped the box. Under the ribbon and silver wrapping paper, the box itself had a pretty
embroidered cloth covering. The top of he box was hinged to thebottom. I opened it andfound two
spheres nestled inside a molded form that heldthem in place. Both had a beautiful pattern on them
that looked hand painted with an oriental design. They looked Oriental.
They were connected together with a short string. One of thespheres also had a longer string hanging
out the other side. I was perplexed.
I picked up one of the balls and was surprised at how heavy or was. It seemed to vibrate in my hand
and as I moved it, it made a soft, almost imperceptible chiming sound. I could not tell ifthe surface of
the sphereswas ceramic or metal. I had never seen anything like it.
Something shifted inside the orb every time I moved it. With eachmovement,the weight inside the ball

shifted and seemed to vibrate.The vibration was subtle, butdistinct.
When they clicked togetherthe chiming sound grew a bit louder. Not loud, but noticeablylouder.
"Robert, thank you. These are exquisite. They're beautiful. What are they?"
"These are 'Chinese ben wa balls'. Some times they are referred to as 'Burmese Bells'. They are
from ancientOriental culture. You place them in your vagina and they stmulate you whenever you
move."
"Oh my god, Robert. Where did you ever learn about such a thing?"
The waiter brought my second bloody Mary and smiled as he looked directly at the painted blue
spheres I held in my hand.As he set my drink in front of me, he simply said, "Those are beautiful."
I could feel my face flush with embarrassment as I assumed that the waiter knew that these balls
were meant to stimulate my internalvagina. I felt like I had been caught holding a large dildo at the
breakfast table!
I simply stammered, "thank you" without looking at waiter.
"Robert, where did you ever learn about something like this?" I was truly taken aback.
"Karen told me about them. She uses them all the time. She says it makes her bike rides much more
enjoyable."
Robert paused, waiting for my reaction. I did not quite know how to react.
I recognized the name 'Karen'. Karen was a classmate of Robert's back at USC. I could never
determine if they were simply friends or they were romantically involved. The fact that Karen had
taught my stepson about'Burmese bells' wasa clearindication that they were more than just friends.
Knowing that Robert was using techniques and tricks he learned from girls back at schoolirritated me
more than I wanted to acknowledge. I am not proud of it, but on a very base level, I find that I am
jealous of any young woman with whom Robert had been sexually intimate.
Yes, now I could add a sudden pang of jealousy on top of my feelings of embarrassment,fear, anxiety
andexcitement. God, I was a mess.

I began to put the spheres back in the box.
"Oh no, you misunderstand Miss Cindy. You need to go install those right now," Robert instructed.
"Install?"
"Cindy, go to the rest room and insert these spheres into your vagina and come backto the table."
I lookedat Robert with bewilderment. I had an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and fear as I
thought about his request. It felt like a terribly shameful thing to do; to insert something into my vagina
to stimulate me in such a public place.
"Robert, not here. There are too many people around," I pleaded.
"Miss Cindy,trust me on this. You will enjoy the day with the Ben Wa balls inside of you."
He was insistent.
"Are you sure you want me to do this?" I asked, offering him one last chance to save me from this
shameful act here at the restaurant.
"Yes, Cindy, I am sure. Be a good girl and go insert your present."
I looked around trying to determine if my present or our conversation had attracted any attention from
the neighboring tables. I could see several young men staring at my braless breasts under the thin
white cotton material of my sleeveless tank-top; but I did not detect anything to suggest that people
were aware that my 'date' had just instructed me to go to the ladies room and cram two vibrating balls
up my snatch.
"Okay, if that's what you want me to do..."
I did not complete sentence before rising, grabbing the rectangular container and heading to the
ladies room with my purse. My braless tits continued to attract stares form the male patrons, young
and old.
I entered a stall, locked the door and lowered my jeans and panties. Sitting on the toilet,I opened the
box and removed the two beautifully decorated spheres. Again, I was taken by how heavyeach
sphere was. Each ball was about an inch and a quarter to an inch and a half in diameter.

I took the first ball in my right hand and opened the outer lips of my vulva withmy left hand I could feel
the wetness seeping out of me already. Having my braless breasts placed on display the way they
were under this thin cotton tank top, coupled with the excitement of Robert's gift, had me lubricating
already.
I really do not understand why things that embarrass or even humiliate me, also excite me. And I was
both embarrassed and excited by the events of this morning.
As I movedthe sphereto my opening I could feel it vibrate. Thesoftchime was disconcerting. I thought,
oh god,what if people areable to hear these things chiming inside of me.
I had to stand slightly, straddling the toilet to keep the string from the second ball contacting the
commode. The last thing I needed was having something that was going into my vagina contacting a
toilet surface.
As I pressed the smooth surface of thefirst ball against my opening, I was surprised at the coolness
ofthe smooth texture. Itfelt a little colder than I was expecting against the wet inner folds of my
sensitive skin. The first contact sent a shiver through me.
I could not believe I was doing this for Robert. I was going to wear something inside of me to
stimulate my vagina out in public just to please my stepson.
I started to try to press the first sphere past my outer folds. Itwas harder to insert than one might
imagine. Itslipped past my opening, sliding along my wet slit rather than sliding inside of me. It felt
good as it slipped past my clitoris during the first two failed attempts to insert it.
Nonetheless, I was becoming frustrated at my inability to introduce the balls to their proper place.It
was like trying to slide a peeled g**** into narrow slit.
I placed the ball against my opening a third time. Holding it solidly in place, I pushedit into place. It
took a surprising amount of pressure, to get the first ball to start to slide into my vagina. Once it
started to move into me, it seemed to 'pop right in.' The second ball was now on the outside of my
vulva, but pressed against my opening, held in place by the short string.
I pressed the second ball inside me and it popped into place. I could feel a distinct click as the balls
contacted each other. The longer string hung outside my vagina a few inches, much like a tampon
string.
I took a deep breath, contracted my vagina to hold the balls in place before standing as I pulled up my

panties and jeans. The balls clacked together again, causing them to vibrate. I was relieved that I
could not hear the chiming once the balls were inside my pussy.
I walked back to the table, clutching my vagina tightly. Every time I relaxed even a little bit, it felt like
the weighed balls were starting slide down. I was fearful that the balls would come shooting out of me
in front of a room full of people. So I kept clenching my vagina to hold the balls in place.
Each step causedthe balls to click together and vibrate. It was a very strange, although not
unpleasant, feeling deep inside my pussy.
I had an urge to put my hand between my legs to keep the balls from being expelled unexpectedly. I
do not think I have ever before been so aware of my vagina.
I felt terrible naughty, even wicked, walking back to the table with vibrating toys inside me. I had never
done anything like this in public before. It excited me.
Yes,I realized I had masturbated in front of strangers yesterday on the drive up here. But yesterday
we werein separate vehicles. This felt different. I felt more vulnerable. These people could actually
reach out and touch me, talk to me. I felt very vulnerable.
I did not know how my body would react to this constant internal massage. I had never felt anything
quite like this before. But I knew that my naughtiness and vulnerability excited me.
I arrived back at the table. Opened the box to show Robert the orbs were missing. "Mission
accomplished. Everything is in place," I announced meekly as I sat down.
"How do they feel?"
"Peculiar. Very strange. Very strange."
I paused trying to find the right words to describe the unique action that was occurring inside my
pussy with each and every movement I made. I contracted my vagina again as an experiment. The
balls shifted and vibrated causing a weird sensation against my g-spot.
"Well does it feel good?"
"It is not unpleasant. I guess it feels kind of nice. I doubt I could climax like this, but it is stimulating
my g-spot.'

I arched my hips slightly, making the balls collide and vibrate. "Yeah baby, they feel good," I finally
admitted.
I arched my hips again, "Robert, every time I move they click together and that causes them to vibrate
a bit. I also have to clench my vagina to keep them from falling out of me. So they keep me very
aware of my vagina."
I contracted my vagina again. I was beginning to enjoy the constant sensations inside me.
"Well Cindy, finish your bloody Mary. We have an appointment at noon."
Robert had a sly grin. I knew he was up to something. Or should I say, something else.
"What kind of appointment? What are you up to?" I had learned my young lover was usually up to
something. And he was certainly creative.
"We are going horse back riding. There is a stable that rents horses about ten miles from here."
"Oh my god, Robert, I can't go horseback riding with these things inside me!"
"Sure you can. I promise, you will enjoy it."
"Robert, I haven't ridden a horse in years."
"That's okay, Cindy.I arranged for us to get two very gentle horses. They have assured me that
neither horse will go above a canter."
I felt my vagina contract, this time, involuntarily. I immediately realized what Robert's plan was. On
horseback, those balls would be clicking a clacking up a storm inside me.
"Oh dear," was all I could utter.
Robert paid the bill and we walked arm in arm to the convertible which was parked down the block. I
could not deny that the feeling of the two vibrating orbs inside of me were beginning to have their
effect.
Clinging to my stepson's arm as we approached the car I looked up at him and simply said, "Robert, I
love you so much. Thank you for wanting to please me. You are by far, the best lover I have ever
had."

Every bump, shimmy and shake of the Mustang convertibleon our drive to the stables caused
thespheresto click together and vibrate against my g-spot.
"Robert, these damn things are starting to get to me. Why don't we skip the horseback riding and go
back the room. Oh god, I need for you to fuck me now."
I reached over and caressed his penis through his jeans. I felt it throb under my touch. "Please, baby,
take me to the room and fuck me good. Please."
Robert took my hand and removed it from his penis and said, "Mom, I mean Cindy, let me decide
when and where I fuck you this weekend."
I simply moaned as I rocked my hips in frustration. I was just on theedge, but I could not get there.
Robert obviously enjoyed watching me squirm in the car seat next to him, humping my hips
upwardagainst the air trying to make the balls vibrate against me.
I placed both handsbetween my legs, and started to rub my clitoristhrough my jeans.
Robert reached over,grabbed my hands and pulled them away frommycrotch.
"No ma'am. You mustn't touch yourself yet. Not yet, okay?"
I moaned in deep frustration. But being forced to sit there, instructed to keep my hands away from
my pussy, added to my excitement. I just rocked my hips. But I was not able to even approach
enough stimulation to achieve satisfaction.
Increasingly, I was feeling the need to reach a climax, and my inability to do so was frustrating me. I
wanted to be fucked right now.
I reached over one lasttime to grab his cock, "Oh baby, please. Take me tot the room and fuck me. I
need to cum. I swear, I will do anything you want. Just fuck me."
I was stroking hiscock through hisjeans. "Baby, I have never begged anyone to fuck mebefore...you
are my first....'
He smiled, took my hand and removed it from his penis again and said simply, "Later, Cindy. I
definitely will take you to our room later. You need to have patience. I promise you will cum soon
enough..."

"You are so mean..." I said, pouting.
At the Circle B ranch
We arrived at the Circle B ranch. We checked in. I was continuing to hang on Robert's arm as he
signed the release forms. In my aroused state, I was getting a bit 'clingy' on my stepson. I really
wanted him to take me back to the lodge and fuck me in our room. I needed to cum.
Outside the registration area were a series of smalllockers, with keys on expandable bands that
attached to your wrists. Robert locked our car keys, my purse and his wallet into one of the lockers.
We walked over to the stables where they kept the horses.
I was assigned to a beautiful jet black stallion named 'Quest'. Robert was assigned to a gorgeous tan
and white mare named 'Daisy.'
A good looking young man dressed in western attire introduced himself. He told us his name was
Danny. Danny was slightly taller than Robert, and slightly more muscular. As I said, he was a good
looking young man.
He gave ussome basic instructions and we weretold to mount up. With theben wa balls pressed up
against my inner vaginal walls, I had trouble really focusing on the instructions.
I could not wait to get on that damn horse and ride. I was becoming convinced that Robert was right. I
was convinced that Iwould climax once Robert and I were alone, away from the ranch, and I could
grind my clit into the saddle as Quest trotted along.
I envisioned becoming veryaroused, perhaps having an orgasm while in the saddle, and then
hopefully, finding someplace private in the woods where Robert and I could make love outdoors.
Robert asked,"When do we need to have the horses back and where do we take them when we
return?"
Dannyreplied, "We'll be back in about 90 minutes. The ride takes about an hour to an hour and a half.
I will be leading the tour and I will bring you back to the ranch."
Robertexpressed surprise, "I thought we were going to be allowed to ride on our own?"
"Unfortunately, the Circle B's insurance does not allow us to turn riders loose on their own. I have to

accompany you."
"Will there be others inthe tour?" Robert asked. he was obviously disappointed that we would not be
on our own.
"No, it will just be the three of us today. You won't even know I am here. I will ride ahead a few feet
and simply lead the way. I am just there to assist you in case you have a problem with one of the
horses."
It was only then that either Robert or I realized that this was a guided tour. Robert and I were to be
accompanied bythis young eighteen year old ranch hand named Danny.
I was horror stricken. I had assumed that Robert and I would be by ourselves while I tried to climax
on horseback. I had not planned to have any more of an audience than my stepson.
This changed my plans entirely. I decided that I would simply enjoy the pleasant sensation in my
core, but I would control my level of arousaland would not climax. Momentarily I was disappointed.
But I decided that was probably for the best anyway. I really did not need to 'cum on horseback'. But I
knew I would be primed and ready to go once Robert took me back to the lodge.
Danny was a nice, friendly and polite young man. Ifound it ironicthat he was actually a much more
appropriate sexual target for me than my stepson. But that did not matter. I belonged to Robert, and
no one else. But I wasdeveloping an attraction for much younger men.
Danny was quite taken by my bra less breasts and erect nipples. The look on Danny's face as he
tried not to stare at my breasts was priceless. His expressionindicated that the darkness of my
areolas was clearly visible through the white cotton material of my tank top.
I blushed as he tried so very hard to look me in the eyes as he spoke to me. I felt so exposed, so 'on
display'. If he only knew what was going on inside my pussy at this very moment. I must confess, I
found Danny's stare flattering and exciting.
We were instructed to mount up.
I approached Quest and was taken by his shear size.
"Robert, I am going to need some help climbing on this thing."
Before Robert could answer, Danny walked towards me, "Here, let me help you."

Danny came up behind me, placed his hands on my sides around my ribs. I noticed that his fingers
reached all the way around my rib cage and felt the sides of my breasts. I was taken aback. He was
actually copping a little bit of a feel with the tips of his fingers while he assisted me. I did not know
whether to be flattered or offended.
"Place your left foot in the stirrup," Danny instructed as is lifted me up.
Danny had to be aware thathe was subtly feeling me up while he helped me. This was too blatant to
be completely accidental.
There were two reasons that Ipretended notto notice Danny's fingers tips groping the sides of my tits.
First and foremost, after yesterday's experience at the Avis counter with Jerome, I realized that
Robert had a jealous streak. I feared that Robert would react badly to the knowledge that our tour
guide was feeling up his lover right in front of him.
Secondly, I actually liked the fact that this strong handsome eighteen year old was copping a feel. I
was flattered that this young man was so taken with me that he felt compelled to 'cop a feel.'
It was subtle and itonly lasted for a second or two, but Danny's touch added to my excitement.
I placed my foot in the stirrup, and Danny lifted me up. I grabbed the saddle horn with my left hand to
pull myself up. As I mounted my steed, I swung my right leg over the saddle. I swear it was an
involuntary reaction, but as I swung my right leg up and over, I placed my right hand firmly against the
crotch of my jeans. I did this to ensure that the ben wa balls were not spontaneously expelled from
my pussy.
Danny's expression was priceless. He was experiencing shock, surprise and amazement as he
watched me grasp my crotchas Imounted Quest.
Yes,Danny watched with interest and amazement asmy fingers pressed through my jeans, firmly
against my vulva, as I mounted that large b**st.
I looked over at Robert. He was obviously not pleased that Danny had his hands all over me,but he
did not seem to knowthat Dannyhad been feeling my tits. I felt like I had dodged a bullet here.
We started out the horses were walking as we left the ranch. The rhythmic motion of Quest's bumpy
stride got the two spheres moving inside me. I was quickly aware of their motion and vibration up

inside of me. I liked this internal massage of myvagina.
The wickedness of having these two vibrating spheres inside me inpublic, with these twoattractive
young men, added to my excitement. I still do not fully understand why doing something naughty and
wicked was so exciting. But I admit it; being bad is very exciting.
Dannywas out in front, leading the way. I was in the second position. Robert alternated between
riding side by side with me when the trail was wide enough and trailing in the third position whenever
the trail narrowed.
It took us fifteen or twenty minutes to getfar enoughaway from the stable, and into the woods. Our
pace slowed as we navigated a rather narrow trail between trees and brush. We finally came out into
a clearing andDanny asked, "Are you guys comfortable picking up the pace a bit?"
Robert looked at me and shrugged, "Cindy, what do you think?"
I looked at the landscapeahead. It wasa flat, grass covered pasture that looked to be the size of ten
or twenty football fields.
I shrugged and said, "Okay. But let's not get crazy. Not too fast. I am a beginner at this."
"I'll stay with you guys initially to make sure you have the feel of the horse; but I will let you ride by
yourselves in this pasture for awhile if you want. Just stay in the cleared area, where I cankeep an
eye onyou. But for the next thirty minutes or so, you can plot your own course."
Dannytook us to a slow canter. Quest's movements were much more vigorous and pronounced now
that he was trotting rather than walking. With every step, the vibrating orbs in my vagina clacked
together causing them to vibrate. I could feel them moving inside me.Rolling inside my pussy. Striking
my inner core. Vibrating.
After about five minutes, Danny set us free. "Just stay in the clearing where I can watch you. Okay?"
Robert and I both nodded our understanding.
We continued the slow canter for five or ten minutes. I was on the edge the entire time.
I was so close. But I was trying to hold back. I did not want to 'cross the line' while Danny was onlya
hundred yards or so away from us. He remained onhis horse,sitting tall in the saddle whilekeeping an
eye on Robert and me as we trotted various patterns, crisscrossing the large pasture.

After a few minutes, I could feel the seam of my jeans rubbing against my erect clitoris as I braced
myself, holding firmly onto the saddle horn. I could feel myself starting to rock my hips in time as the
horse trotted in his rhythmicjog.
My pussy was leaking now, soaking the gusset of my panties.
The motion inside of me continued to push me toward the edge. Involuntarily, I found myself grinding
my clit against the saddle as the ben wa balls vibrated inside of me. The balls were banging against
each other and smacking up against my inner vaginal wall, violently massaging my g-spot.
Honestly, I tried to fight it. I did not want to have a climax in the presence of Danny. But the constant
clicking, vibrating andrubbing of these two weighted spheresas they rolled violent around inside me,
coupled with the constant rhythmic pressure of my clit on the leather saddle was driving me closer
and closer.
I felt that I was slowly losing control. I was losing this battle with my body. I could feel myself slowly
moving closer to an involuntary orgasm. I began to realize that I was not going to be able to hold back
much longer. I could feel it building slowly despite my efforts hold back.
I caught Robert's attention and said, "Oh my god, baby, I am so close. I don't know if I can hold back
much longer."
My eyes were glazed over from lust. I was on the very edge of a very inappropriate and public
orgasm.
"It's okay, go ahead and cum," Robert instructed.
"Oh baby, not here... not in front of Danny... I mustn't...."
My voice was cracking, revealing to Robert how very close was.
"Go ahead mom, cum for me... Danny won'tmind," Robert instructed. Reminding me how public this
impending orgasm would bepushed me over the edge.
My stepson had given me permission to have my orgasm. Robert was not threatened by Danny
seeingme cum. Still, I tried to hold back. But I could not. I felt it approaching and I knew that there
was no stopping my orgasm now.

I looked direct at Robert, an instant before my climax, and I mouthed, "I love you.... I'm sorry, baby,
but I can't stop this..."
And then it hit me. Grinding my clit into the saddle, I came. My legs stiffened in the stirrups. My body
shook and quaked. It was all I could do to remain upright in the saddle. I did my best to stifle my
moan as an orgasmicconvulsion shook my core.
I pulled back on the reins, slowing Quest to a walk. My eyes rolled back in my head.
Robert was right beside m. He fully understood what was happening. Quest ignoredmy spasms on
his back simply walked ahead. His motion kept the orbs inside me moving and vibrating.
I tried hard to keep quiet as the waves of orgasmic pleasure quaked through me. I tried stifling my
moans. But I cold not keep from making some very audible sounds as I came. I was not sure if Danny
could hear the incoherent moansemanating from my core, but he couldcertainly see me quivering and
shaking in the saddle atop my horse.
Spasm after spasm crashed through m pussy, as I struggled to remain in the saddle.
I looked over at Robert, and he knew. There was no doubt in his mind, As my eyes glazed over, my
body convulsed pressed my crotch into the smooth leather of the saddle, Robert knew his plan had
worked; his stepmom was climaxing in the most public and inappropriate manner.
I am multi-orgasmic. It is a blessing anda curse. Once I reach my first orgasm, I can continue
cumming as long as the stimulation continues. Normally, this is exhaustingbut pleasurable. But on
horseback it was simply dangerous.
I felt the second wave of orgasm approaching. I quivered andshook, struggling to remain on my
horse.
"Oh fuck, baby... another one is coming... shit... I can't stop cumming," Ipanted as my second orgasm
crashed through me.
Then to my shock, horror and amazement, something happened that had never happened to me
before, nor has it happenedsince. In the midst of my orgasm I felt my vagina seem to open up, and
then suddenlycontract violently in a massive spasm,releasing a sudden rush of liquid. I could feel a
massive gush of liquidbeing rapidly expelled from my vagina.
I became very wet; no actually soaked.

The crotch of mypanties and jeans became very wet. Iglanced down and I could see a noticeable
darkness forming in my crotch revealing the large volume of fluid had been discharged in my crotch. I
was confused.
Momentarily, I feared that I had wet myself. I thought that in the midst of my orgasm I had lost control
of my bladder and urinated. But I quicklycame to the conclusion that was not the case. The massive
stimulation of the vibrating spheres inside of me, coupled withbattle to try to hold back my orgasm for
so long, had caused a large release of my vaginal fluidsthat was rapidly expelled in one massive
spasm.
"Baby, please... I need to stop... please... I justgushed in my pants..." I said weakly.
The look on Robert's face indicated that he had no idea what I was trying to tell him. I guess I didn't
quite know what had happened either; so I certainly couldn't articulate what just happened clearly.
I looked up and Danny was riding across the pasture towards us at a full gallop. I don't know what he
thought just happened, but he felt the need to come over and assist us.
"Robert, help me get down," I said pulling back on the reins and bringingQuest to a full stop.
Robert nodded and seemed to sense theurgency of my situation.
Danny was just now arriving. He rapidly dismounted his horse and approached me.
I could feel myself continuing to quiver asDanny approached the side of my horse. Robert was trying
to get his horse, Daisy, to standstill so he could dismount to assist me.
While Robert was still struggling to climb down from Daisy, Danny wasstroking Quest's head,
calming himto ensure that he did not bolt away with me on his back.
"Are you okay?" he asked with obvious concern.
Idid not want to speak. Ifeared that my voice would betray me and reveal the fact that I was between
orgasms. I just said, "I think I am okay."
"Are you sure that you are okay?" Danny asked again as he took the reins from my hands. I was now
grasping the saddle horn to balance myself as I tried to calm down from a very massive set of
orgasms.

He was obviously puzzled. He did not immediately suspect anything. "Cindy, you look flushed."
I simply nodded as I tried to control the spasms that were still rocking through my vagina like minor
aftershocks following a large earthquake.
"I think she just has a little motion sickness," Robert responded in attempt to explain my flushed look
and the rigidity of my body.
I was trying to fight off another wave of orgasms. I was right on the edge. Thankfully, the horse's
movementshad stopped and the intensityof the vibrating balls inside me had subsided.
"Cindy, are you going to be okay to ride back to the ranch?" Danny asked with genuine concern.
I nodded and said, "I think so. But we should head back now."
My voice cracked slightly as I spoke. Danny glanced down at my breasts. In my aroused state, my
nipples were at full attention. Admittedly, the erect nipples could have been a result of me being
scared of falling due to motion sickness, or from sexual excitement. I knew which it was; Danny did
not.
I felt so wet between my thighs.
I was embarrassed that I had just had such a profound orgasm while Danny watched. And I was
absolutely mortifiedat thevery visible wet spot which had formed around my crotch andinner thighs. I
did not want to get off theQuest and display to Danny that I was sitting in a puddle of myown vaginal
juice.
Danny thought for a moment.
"Let's dismount. I'll feel better if we give you a moment to gather your senses. I don't want you to get
light headed and fall on the ride back."
"No, I am fine now. Let's head back," I protested.I was trying to justify remaining in the saddle to hide
the condition of mypants.
"No, let'slet you gather your senses a bit. Let me help you down,"
But he was right. I did need some time to clear my head before continuing.

He walked over to me, took my hand and helped me climb down.
Just as I had done when I mounted Quest, I grasped my crotch with my free hand as I swung my leg
over the saddle. This time I was trying to hide thedarkness of the soaked denim material. I also
needed to ensure that the balls did not unexpectedly eject themselves.
Danny certainly noticed my hand on crotch as I climbed down. I assume he also saw the soaked
area of my crotch as well. However, hesaid nothing.
I tried to stand on the opposite side of the horses from Danny, or behind Robert most of the time that
we rested. Whenever he approached me, I tried to keep my back toDanny to hide the fact that I had
squirted all down my inner thighs.
After a few minutes, I had calmed down and basically regained my senses.
"Before we head back, I need to 'see a man about a horse.' I will be right back," Danny said as he
headed off into the brush.
I looked at Robert with confusion. "See a man about a horse?" I asked.
"I am pretty sure he needs to pee," Robert explained. "Are you okay now? How many times did you
cum up there?"
"Twice. But they were long powerful ones. I couldn't stop cumming while the horse was trotting.
Those balls wer clicking and clacking like crazy inside me. Fuck, that was freaky, baby. I could not
stop cumming. I don't know if I can keep from cumming on the way back."
Robert looked at my wet crotch. "What happened there?"
Icould feel my face blush.
"I am not sure. It happened during my second climax. It was very sudden. With one of the more
violent contractions, I felt a rush of liquid spew out of me. I don't think I peed myself, but I might have.
This has never happened before."
Robert smiled and I thought I noticed his bulge grow slightly. Was the visible wetness on my crotch
actually a turn on for him?

"Robert, help me on to the horse before Danny comes back. I don't need him staring at my wet crotch
any more than necessary." Robert assisted me into climbing back into the saddle.
Danny returned from behind the trees; so Robert and I had to cease our discussion about the
functions of my private parts.
Dannyasked if I felt up to making the trip back. I assured him I was feeling fine. I could still feel the
orbs moving and vibrating inside of me, keeping me at a heightened state of arousal; however, I was
no longer on the very edge of another orgasm.
Danny lead us back at a much slower pace, which kept the ben wa balls from clacking together so
violently inside my pussy. I remained aroused, but did not really approach another orgasm on the
thirty minute gentle pace back to the ranch.
I was aroused but my head had cleared somewhat by the time we arrived at the ranch. The slower
pace caused the ben wa balls to give me a very pleasant internal massage without pushing me over
the line. I was feeling sexy and flirtatious as we rode the horses into the corral.
The very public orgasms I had in the presence of these two young men, one of whom was my
stepson, had me feeling very naughty and playful.
Danny helped me dismount up one last time. Again his fingers found the side of my tiny breasts as he
lifted me down with his hands on my rib cage. I was facing Danny as he lifted me down. His thumbs
seemed to slide right under my breasts, contacting the bottom of my titties.
I glanced over at Robert. Again he struggled to get Daisy to standstill so that he could climb down
without falling. He was too preoccupied with dismounting himself to really pay any attention to
Danny's assistance or where he was placing his hands.
I smiled at Danny as I placed my hand between my thighs while swinging my leg over the saddle, and
I whispered, "Just making sure everything stays on place."
I don't know why I said that. I guess Icould not resistflirting withthis eighteen year old hunk. Iwanted to
let him know I was not overly flustered by hisuninvited touching ofthe sides of my breasts. I wanted to
tease him a bit without letting Robert know. I wanted him to thinkabout metonight in his bed, lying by
himself, masturbating.
The expression on Danny's face was priceless. It went from confusion to disbelief. I think he was
trying to figure out 'what needed to remain in place?' inside my pants. I could see his mind racing with

possibilities.
I don't know why, but I liked the fact that this young man was trying to figure out what might be going
on inside my jeans.
I walked over to Robert and asked, "Baby, would you go get my purse from the locker? With this
wetness between my legs, I would rather not walk over there in front of those people."
Robert nodded and started walking out of the corral towards the ranch house where we checked in a
little over an hour ago.
I turned to Danny and looking him directly in the eyes, I said, "Danny, I want to apologize for what
happened out there. I am really embarrassed by it."
"Ma'am, think nothing of it. You just got a little motion sickness. It happens."
"No, Danny. It wasn't motion sickness. I now understand why these teenage girls like horseback
riding. I can't believe that happened to me out there. I shocked myself."
Danny looked at me, puzzled; trying desperately to process what I was telling him. He said nothing.
I continued, "I tried not to have that happen, but I couldn't help it."
Danny started to smile, as if he was beginning to understand what I was saying, but he was still
uncertain that he was hearing me correctly.
"You mean you, you know... had one out there?" he asked.
Danny was trying to validate what he thought I was telling him, but struggledto find the words to ask
the question in a manner that would not offend me. He seemed to be pretty certain that he must be
misunderstanding me. But he certainly wanted to know.
I smiled coyly and nodded my head, "Uh huh. I did. I could help myself. In fact I had two. I couldn't
stop. But Idid have some internal help."
I knew I was teasing him now. I could see the impressive bulge in the front of his jeans pulse
noticeably as we talked.
"Internal help?" Danny was puzzled once again.

Robert was walking towards us, carrying my purse. He would be here in just a few seconds. This
would be my last opportunity to tease Danny a little bit more before Robert could hear us.
"Danny, tonight I want you to google 'Burmese Bells' and'Ben Wa Balls', okay? Everything will make
sense ifunderstand what was going on inside me when I was trotting aroundthat pastureon top of
Quest. Will you do that for me?"
"Yes, ma'am, I certainly will."
Roberthanded memy purse from the locker. I now could keep my purse in front of my, partially hiding
the wetness that was so visible between my thighs.
We said our goodbyes to Danny. I tipped him generously.
As we walked to the convertible, Robert asked, "So what were you two talking about back there?"
I answered honestly, "I was just apologizing to him for my behavior out in the pasture. You know, for
getting 'sick'. I guess I actually got 'sick' twice out there while you watched me."
I clutchedRobert's arm. "Did you like watching me cum out there in public? Do you think Danny knew
what was happening to me?"
"I loved watching you. And no, I doubt he knew you were having an orgasm."
I made a mental note that I might just need to come back up here and take another ride withDanny
after Robert returned to school in the fall. I could not believe I was having these thoughts, but I was. I
never mentioned any of this to Robert.
I felt very wicked indeed. But I had now been introduced to the pleasures of much younger men. I
doubted I would ever date anyone my own age again.
We arrived back at the lodge a little before three o'clock. The sun and the air flowing through the
convertible had dried my jeans considerably. The wetness was not nearly as noticeable now. I still felt
compelled to walk with my purse in front of me, to cover my crotch as we walked through the lobby.
Once in our room, I stripped naked, lay on my back, my legs spread apart with a string hanging out of
my pussy.

"Robert, take these things out of me and fuck me."
Robert tugged the string slowly to tease me as removed the vibrating spheres. One popped out then
the other. Robert placed the spheresinthe nightstand drawer.
"Be sure to wash those before you put them away, okay?"
Robert nodded.
Robert entered me easily. I was wet and dilated. Robert came quickly. He had been on edge all
afternoon. He had watched me orgasm twice in public and he was ready to explode.
I did not cum again that day. Those two powerful orgasms at the ranch sated my needs temporarily.
We took a Jacuzzi bath together; then a nap.
That night over dinner I asked, "So what big plansdo you have for tomorrow. I doubt you can top
today's equine adventures."
"Oh don't be too sure, Ms Cindy."
I got a worried look on my face. "Yeah, what have you got planned young man?"
"I thought we wouldrent a motorcycle and see how that compares to horseback riding!"
"Oh my... oh my," was all I could utter as I felt my clitoris begin to pulse to life at the thought of
clinging to Robert onthe back of a Harley as the bike vibrated my clitoris and the 'Burmese Bells'
inside of me.
I am a very bad little girl. But Robert likes me that way.
The next two days were wonderful. We did not actually rent a motorcycle. However, Robert got me to
sunbath topless in a canoe on Lake George. By the time I returned to Manhattan I hada mild sunburn
on my breasts for the first time in my life. I had never before been topless outside before that
weekend.
On our last day, Robert had me wear a halter sundress with no panties. We took an early morning
walk on one of the trails. We found a picnic table in a clearing, and Robert lowered his pants and sat
on one of the benches. He had me straddle him. I felt so exposed and wicked making love outside

with the very real possibility of being caught.
Robert came quickly before anyone stumbled upon us.
The drive back to Manhattan was peaceful and sad. I realized that I may never be able to have a
repeat of those wonderful three days in the Adirondacks with my stepson, but I will always cherish the
memories we formed during our brief trip.
Oh, and one more thing. Robert promised to take me motorcycle riding before he returned to college.
I was looking forward to that day.