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I’d finished my second lesson for the day in card making to groups of ladies at the two-day craft fair in a nice country town. As I talked to a number of ladies about their crafting problems I began to think about packing my equipment and looking for a motel. One last woman patiently waited my attention. We had a pleasant discussion about cards when she put out a hand to introduce herself. Liz had a firm dry handshake. She asked me where I was staying. I told her I hadn’t booked anywhere just yet, and asked could she recommend a reasonably priced clean motel. No need for that was her response. She lived alone and I was welcome to stay at her place. It was a great suggestion, particularly as she seemed genuine and happy with no obvious personal emotional baggage.

She helped me pack and carry my gear to my car. It was agreed I would follow her, and she was happy enough to drive by a bottle shop so I contribute some wine to my home stay with her. Home was a neat cosy low set three-bedroom bungalow with a patio across the rear and, Liz assured me, no close neighbours. She showed me to my bedroom, adjacent to her own main bedroom off the hallway. As I hung my clothes in the wardrobe Liz suggested I wear something cool and comfortable given the afternoon was still warm. In response to my statement that I hadn’t brought anything that casual she assured me she could loan me something appropriate. I was in the midst of sorting out my overnight bag when Liz reappeared a few minutes later. She had changed into a light white sleeveless cotton shift. It was apparent, given the view of her body through the thin material, that she had shed her undergarments. She handed me a similar shift with the comment that as I was taller than her it might be a tad short, but not to worry as there were only us two women in the house, and we were hardly likely to be concerned about a bit of female flesh on view. As her own shift barely covered her backside I wondered just how good the fit would be. More amused than concerned I stripped. When I put on the shift and looked in the mirror I saw Liz was right; the hem hardly reached the cleft between my legs, front or back; the low neck line just covered my nipples, the top of my aerolae clearly visible; my large breasts threatened to pop out of their scant covering; the thin straps and deep sleeve apertures provided a full side view of my big boobs. I mentally shrugged and went to find my landlady
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Liz was stretched out on an outdoor lounge with two glasses of wine. That’s almost a good fit she said as I sat on the lounge next to hers. Yes, almost as good as yours I replied, noting her own ample assets on display. We talked, sipped wine and enjoyed each other’s company as the afternoon slipped towards evening. When it came time for the first refill I retrieved the bottle from the refrigerator in the kitchen. As I reached forward to fill Liz’s glass my boobs spilled out of the top of the shift. We both laughed as I tucked them back. Dinner preparation was shared. By the end of the meal and the dishes we were well into the second bottle of wine, both happily tipsy. We finished it sitting in the darkness of the patio. Time for a shower and bed as we finished the wine. Liz’s suggestion of a shared shower, I guess given our condition, seemed reasonable; as was the washing and drying of each other’s back. As I followed her down the hallway Liz noted that it was still fairly warm, that my bedroom had no fan while hers had one right over the bed, therefore I might be more comfortable sharing her double bed. Given our blossoming friendship it seemed like a wonderful idea. We turned down the covers to the bottom sheet. Fan and a small night-light on, I languidly stretched out on my back beside Liz. The breeze from the fan on my naked body helped cool and relax me.

Liz lay on her side looking at me while she talked. She commented on my body, complimented me on my short black hair style, my large firm breasts with their pert pink nipples set in large round pink aerolae, and my flat belly. She said she loved my smooth shaved vulva, my cute backside and my shapely slim legs. Of course my ego glowed. I turned my head and returned the compliments, on her fine short blond hair, her lively blue eyes, her generous mouth and her clear olive complexion. I noted that her breasts were of significant size tipped with lovely long thick brown nipples. Liz enjoyed the fact that I admired her sparse wispy blond pubic hair through which her mons was clearly visible. No, she didn’t shave; never needed to. Our mutual admiration session seemed good for both of us.

Liz reached out a hand and caressed my breasts, her fingertips slowly teasing my nipples to hardness. I sighed and stretched out like a lazy cat under her touch. Liz, still on her side, moved closer to me. I put her head on my shoulder; let my hand drift softly across her neck and upper back. Her hand moved down to my belly, her fingers gently lighting the nerve endings under the skin. Onward her hand moved, stroking over the smooth mound of my pudendum. As her fingertips played over the outside of my vulva I naturally and involuntarily parted my legs. Her fingers dipped into my slit, trailed back and forth between my labia, explored the length of my flowering gash, finally settled on my hardening love bud. Liz moved, knelt beside me while her fingers continued to softly tantalise my clitoris. She gently kissed my face, my eyes, ears and throat. Her lips brushed mine. Our kiss increased in intensity. Soon her tongue probed my tongue. Lust rose throughout my body. My erect sensitive clit ached with pleasure under her gentle strumming. My orgasm built slowly and inexorably. Soon I was moaning and heaving on the bed. Pleasure roared through my body.

As my breathing returned to normal Liz moved again, down between my thighs. She placed my legs over her shoulders, rolled my lower body upwards, and gave herself complete access to my exposed pouting pussy. Her tongue travelled along the length of my gash, ploughed through the parted puffy petals of my flesh, burrowed into the aperture of my cunt. Lips brushed over my clitoris, her mouth sucked on it like a small nipple while her tongue strummed up and down and over my tiny bud. Nerve endings throughout my whole body were on fire. My body involuntarily humped up at her face. My next orgasm came fast. The climax was sensational. Waves of exquisite pleasure washed over me. From my curved toes to my hard aching nipples I felt this climax. Wow did this woman have touch. I lay unmoving, completely satiated. Liz watched me along the length of my body, her face one large smile, her mouth wet and shiny with my juice. I reached for her with my hands, drew her body along mine, had her kneel over my head, her pussy just above my face.

I looked at Liz’s pussy with interest, and lust. Her blond pubic hair was very sparse, with only a few white hairs on either side of her mound. Her brown labia were swollen fat. Her inner flesh was richly pink, the entrance to her love tunnel gaped open, tendrils of clear mucus threaded along her slit, juicy droplets of fluid s**ttered like beads inside her. Above all else I gazed in wonder at the size of her clit. It stood out hard and long, brightly pink, comparable in size to the first joint of my pinkie. Simply stunning! I reached my hands up around her body, drew her snatch down to my mouth. Her succulent aroma filled my nostrils. My tongue speared into her love hole. Liz’s body jolted. I laved my tongue through her gash, sopped up the tendrils and beads of moisture. Liz’s reactions were visible to me as I glanced upwards. Her face contorted in pleasure. Her hands gripped her nipples in self-stimulation. She rocked and mashed her gash over my face.

Liz’s thighs against the side of my head provided first hint of her impending orgasm. The muscles began to quiver and jump. Her grind on my mouth and tongue slowed but intensified. Colour flushed through her love lips. Her love bud, under my tongue, hardened even more. Liz rocked herself on my mouth. Keening sounds came from her throat. She climaxed. Moisture streamed from her gash into my mouth. I felt wonderful at my achievement, wondrous at my power.

We lay together in tight embrace, cooling off under the fan. Eventually we both slept. In fact we both slept in, so had no time then for any further progress in our newfound physical relationship.

My day was full giving craft lessons. I arrived home late in the afternoon, this time carrying gifts of two bottles of champagne and a bunch of flowers. The latter was most appreciated by Liz.

I noticed that the cotton shift had been discarded for bare skin. She suggested I might like to do the same. Liz poured our first glass of champers while I shed my clothes. I joined her under the back patio. The lounge chairs, instead of being side by side, now faced each other. Liz said the new arrangement made it easier for us to enjoy looking at each other while we talked. She was right. As I sat back and looked at Liz, languidly lying back on the lounge chair, all her most interesting physical assets were on display. Her carelessly parted legs gave a complete view of her saucy pudendum. The sparseness and blondness of her pubic hair still fascinated me, as did her pouting labia and fabulous tits.

We talked, slowly demolished the bottle of champagne, and watched the sunset. As we became slightly tipsy we teased each other visually with our respective poses. I placed a leg over each armrest. The pose opened up my pussy, my inner pink flesh displayed to Liz. In between sips of wine and snippets of conversation we wantonly touched ourselves lasciviously. Sexual tension and lust permeated the atmosphere. Wonderful fun!

The evening chores were shared. We drank the second bottle of wine with our meal. Without discussion we both seemed headed for an early night in bed. We headed straight there after another shower together.

I surprised Liz when I got into her bed holding my ever reliable imitation cock three speed vibrator, a plain battery drive affair controlled by a rotating knob in the base, with a flesh coloured veined shaft, thicker at the base and slimmer in the knob. My turn first I told her as I knelt between her thighs. The vibrator quietly hummed. I slid the tip along the length of her gaping gash, ran it from the bud of her anus to the tip of her fat elongated clit. My gentle teasing quickly aroused Liz. I soon concentrated all my efforts on her love bud. My gratification was achieved when Liz rocketed to a stupendous climax.

Before she could fully recover I turned the vibrator up to high speed, inserted the blunt end into my cunt, held it in place with my muscles, grasped Liz’s legs behind the knees and lifted them up on either side of her body, exposing and tilting her cunt upwards. Using my own cunt to control placement of the vibe I slid it into her vagina. My cunt lips mashed against hers. The humming penetrating shaft held us together. Our kisses were frantic, the sensations mind blowing. Together we soared to a collective climax, rocking against each other, mouth against mouth, breasts against breasts, pussy welded to pussy. It took us some time to recover.

Liz rolled me onto my back. As she moved between my legs I manoeuvred her over my body so that I too had access to her, in the classic sixty-nine position. Initially my concentration was good. I tongued and sucked her wonderful meaty aromatic moist pussy; enjoyed spearing my tongue into the clasping clutch of her vagina; gently chewed her fat swollen love lips; nibbled on her long protruding clitoris. Liz’s efforts on my own cunt began to interrupt my concentration. Pleasure seared through my nerve endings. I tried to ignore it. I failed. The climax shattered my body. Liz obviously understood my predicament as she patiently waited for my recovery.

Again she moved. She knelt between my thighs, encouraged me to part my legs as wide as possible. Liz fitted her pussy against my open maw, sought my love bud with her large clit. She found the spot and stretched her body full length over and on top of mine, our breasts and nipples crushed together. I wrapped her in my arms. Our tongues intertwined. All the while she continued to caress my clit with hers. The heat built in my body. Liz’s efforts became more frantic. The flesh of our pussies mashed tightly almost as one. Her body rocked. Spasms shook her. Our orgasms were fierce and fantastic. Perspiration glistened on our bodies.

We held each other for a long time. Eventually we lay side by side enjoying the draft of the fan drifting over our skin cooling us. Liz turned off the light. Our talk was desultory and contented. Completely satiated we slept until after dawn.

In the morning we discussed my work arrangements. Next week I planned three nights and four days giving lessons at the craft fair in a nearby town. Unfortunately Liz had other commitments. But she did have the brilliant idea that a close friend of hers there, also into craft, may be happy to accommodate me. Liz phoned her friend immediately. Of course Ruth would be happy to have me stay with her. Liz assured me that I would find that Ruth had much in common with me. Ruth would introduce herself to me at the fair.

Our farewell was tender and a bit sad, but the up side well and truly overshadowed that. We promised to maintain contact.

My craft fair was held over three days. I was to provide card-making lessons on each day. As I set up my equipment in a back room of the hall Ruth introduced herself to me. Our mutual friend Liz, who the previous week had accommodated me in her home, had put us in contact with each other. Ruth had generously offered me home stay for two nights with her. We made arrangements to meet up with each other later that afternoon. At lunchtime I was able to shop up town for a few small gifts by way of gratitude, champagne and flowers, for her hospitality. The champagne I hid in an old fridge in my meeting room, the flowers in water in the sink.

Ruth’s home I saw, as I followed her car up the driveway, was a lovely high set white Queenslander surrounded by farmland a few kilometres outside town, with parking for two cars underneath. Her friendly ecstatic yellow Labrador dog Tobias greeted us in crazy tail wagging circles. Under the house there was a laundry and a workroom for her craft. Upstairs had a two-bedroom layout, with wide verandas on the front and two sides, French doors in each room providing veranda access. Her “mistress” bedroom was dominated by a huge double bed, with a spectacularly modern brass bed head. It was simply stunning, and air-conditioned. Ruth suggested I hang my clothing in her walk in robe and put my toiletry bag in the bathroom. It seemed to be an unspoken assumption that I’d share her bed with her. My gifts pleased her very much. She genuinely seemed touched. The champagne went into the freezer along with two goblets.

As I unpacked we both got ourselves organised. Ruth told me that around the home, including her garden and the few acres of natural bushland beyond that, she tended to go nude. My being a nudist gave us something more in common. So we removed our clothing in the bedroom and saw each other in the flesh for the first time. While both mature women in our early forties, physically we were quite different. Ruth had shoulder length light brown hair fringed at the front, hazel eyes, cute pert nose, and big lips in a perpetually wide smiling mouth. She was tall and slim, almost angular, with small but full breasts tipped by tiny brown nipples, a lovely tight backside, a smooth shaved peachy tush and wonderfully long slim legs that tapered down to exquisite ankles and feet. She flushed with pride when I complimented her on her beautiful figure. While I was much shorter and heavier than she was, in turn Ruth complimented me on my short black hairstyle, my large firm breasts with their pink nipples set in large round pink areolae, and my flat belly. She said she loved my hairless vulva, my cute backside and my shapely slim legs.

We wandered naked around her cosy home, accompanied by Tobias, as she showed me all the facilities and items near and dear to her heart. From the various verandas she explained the views. The two side verandas were fairly private and each contained a number of planter’s chairs. She proposed that after we did a couple of household chores we might like to have drink and watch the sunset before dinner. It sounded great and I felt at home, contented.

Surprisingly the first job was to wash Tobias. While Ruth did that on the back lawn I watered the large vegetable patch. We both finished about the same time, Tobias locked upstairs to stay clean while we walked to some yards and a large shed about fifty meters beyond the rear of the house. In a tree shaded yard behind the shed I was introduced to Ruth’s horse, Toyboy, a lovely black docile creature that obviously loved his mistress. We put him in a stall in the shed, fed, watered and curried him Ruth, all the while, talking to him in a soft crooning voice. He loved it.

We strolled back to the house in the late afternoon sun. I luxuriated in the feel of the sunshine and fresh air on my naked body, in our activities, and happily said so. Ruth wrapped an arm around my waist and told me how much she enjoyed sharing this time with someone who appreciated the same things in life as she did. We washed in a laundry sink and went upstairs. Cold champagne and goblets in hand we sat in two towel covered planters chairs and, joined by Tobias, watched the close of the afternoon and the onset of evening, and talked.

Ruth’s pose in her chair was licentious and lascivious, legs parted, each stretched out on the armrests that extended well beyond the actual seat cushion. The split peach of her pussy was open to my gaze. Lay back and relax she encouraged; use the chair the way it was meant to be used. From time to time she overtly stroked herself. Her actions excited me. I did the same. I felt so sexual lying back nude, so relaxed sipping champagne, looking at the countryside, enjoying her company. Ruth’s touches to her own body began to last longer. Soon she slowly masturbated. Do it too she asked. I put my goblet on the floor, and slowly stroked my clit with one hand and massaged my nipples with the other. Ruth’s technique differed to mine. She used the fingers of one hand to pull at her clit while she inserted a couple of fingers of the other hand into her vagina. I found watching her masturbate while I did the same to be very erotic. It excited me to see her cum. She, like me, was verbose and body heaving. We both laughed in our shared joy.

We sipped more wine. Ruth snapped her fingers. Tobias stood between her legs. She stroked his head, murmured lovingly to him. The dog stuck its nose into her open wet gash. She caressed his ears. Tobias licked her. It was fantastic to see his tongue wetly slurp through and over the folds of her flesh. Oh yes she groaned, oh yes baby. Her hands gripped the dog’s ears a little harder. Her body lifted in the chair. She humped herself at Tobias’s tongue and nose. Ruth’s fierce fast orgasm shattered he body. She let the dog go and flopped back in the chair. The dog stood there between his mistress’s thighs wagging his tail. What do you think she asked me? I’m stunned I replied, I can’t believe he’d be that good. I’ve trained him well she laughingly answered. Why don’t you try him and form your opinion she suggested. I told her I was too nervous. Lay back in the chair she commanded. I’ll take care of you she assured me.

I looked down my body and watched her, with hand commands, move Tobias so that he stood expectantly in front of my gash. At Ruth’s touch on his ears his wet nose penetrated my open folds. It felt surprisingly good. When the dog’s tongue lapped at my snatch I nearly flew out of the chair. It seemed to be everywhere, over my clit, around my labia, down through my groove. The heat, texture, speed, touch and moisture of its tongue were simply sensational.

Involuntarily my body responded. I humped myself at the dog, oblivious to Ruth, aware only of the sensations coursing through my body. The ensuing climax racked my being. I gradually became aware of Ruth’s beaming face. Good? Excellent!

The sunset was magnificent as we both sipped more wine. Before it gets dark I want to show another trick I taught Tobias, Ruth told me. I watched, transfixed, as she masturbated for a few minutes. Her fingers and pussy glistened. She called Tobias. Again he stuck his nose into her, lapped at her with his gorgeous tongue. Up, she commanded. He stood on his hind legs, paws on her belly. She lent forward, stroked his lower belly. The dog’s translucent red-fleshed cock unsheathed from its socket. Ruth ran her fingers along its cock. It lengthened and thickened. It soon stood out fat and firm from its belly, the shaft tapering to a grooved tip. She urged the dog forward, guided the tip of its cock into her open gash. Tobias knew what to do. The dog rested its paws higher on her chest. Its lower body undulated and it red hard cock speared into his mistress’s gaping pussy.

Tobias’s speed was frenetic as his cock fucked in and out of her cunt. The dog maintained this high-speed fuck for a couple of minutes, then suddenly paused. Ruth cajoled him. Again he fucked her fast. Ruth held his ears; her head flung back, her body heaved and lifted at the dog. Another pause, then more frantic fucking, faster still. Ruth wailed. Tobias pulled away, his creamy covered cock slipped out of her widely gaping cunt. Spunk poured from her hole, ran down the cleft of her arse, over her thighs, dripped in bubbling pools onto the towel which covered the seat. Ruth staggered to her feet. I need a shower, she said.

We showered together, and talked of course. We shared the work of meal preparation and ate by candlelight in the kitchen, agreeing that opening another bottle of wine would be a good idea in spite of our present half-whacked condition. Dishes done Ruth suggested a video while we finished the next bottle. When I tried to avoid user her favourite lounge chair Ruth recommended a compromise, we share the twin seater.

The video was a female group adventure involving lots of large toys. We sipped champagne as we watched. When one beautiful woman inserted an exceptionally large dildo into the cunt of an equally stunning woman I expressed some disbelief that she could accept something that big inside her. We discussed my opinion, and ended up comparing the difference in sizes between ourselves. The movie was even paused while we went to the bedroom and stood side by side in front of the mirror. Ruth quite rightly pointed out that her whole slit was certainly not as long or as deep as mine. My pussy was long and deep, my lips large and heavy and protruding, the cleft deep, the entrance to my vagina much bigger than hers, my clit fatter and longer. All aspects of her genitals seemed smaller than mine. Nevertheless I still felt that I certainly couldn’t handle anything as large as the actresses. That point settled we continued the movie.

As we sipped wine and watched the on screen action Ruth lent her nude body against mine. She caressed my breasts, stroked my belly, and delved her fingers into my pussy. My hands too roamed over her. As the on screen action heated up so did we. It wasn’t long before I decided I’d had enough of the video and suggested to her that I would love to go to bed. It had been a long day.

Together we folded down the bed clothing to the bottom sheet. The air conditioning was just right, pleasant on the skin. We shared the bathroom for our ablutions and turned off all the lights except for a reading lamp. The sheet felt cool, the bed comfortable. We embraced in a tight tangle of arms and legs. Our mouths and tongues hungrily explored. Breasts and nipples and pussies touched. I moved over the top of her, kissed and tongued her breasts and nipples while she massaged mine with her hands. Slowly I kissed my way down her belly until I reached the treasure trove between her legs. Ruth manoeuvred my body on top of hers, my muff over her face. I delved my tongue into her pretty pink pussy, past the small petals of her flesh, into the groove of her box, penetrated the portal of her cunt. Ah, she was just so succulent. Part of me was aware of her mouth similarly working over my gash, fingers sliding into the maw of my vagina. Ah, ah, it felt so good. I settled my mouth on her tiny clitoris, sucked and tongue and stroked; fed myself on her. She came hard and fast. Juice flooded her snatch. I lapped it up and came up for air, still aware of the pleasure soaring through my belly. It was wonderful to kneel there over her, feel her send me soaring to the stars.

Ruth turned the light off. We lay totally relaxed, totally at peace in each other’s arms and slept. Next morning I was off to the fair. Ruth asked me to get home as early as I could to meet her visitors. Yes, by mid afternoon would be fine. And yes, more wine would be appreciated.

There were three cars at home when I arrived but my car park space was free. Naked Ruth kissed me hello at the top of the back stairs, relieved me of my bag containing two more bottles of champagne, and suggested I strip off before meeting the other women who were on the veranda on the shaded side of the house. Four planter’s chairs were gathered in a rough circle, three of them occupied by Ruth and two other naked women. Ruth made the introductions. The two women stood and embraced me, kissed me warmly on the cheek. Joyce was about my age, a stylish brunette with brown eyes. She was shorter and stockier in build than the rest of us. I thought I had big breasts but Joyce’s tits were massive melons, with big brown areolae, tipped by long thick nipples. Her belly was round, tapering down to the protruding split peach of her pudendum. Joyce’s face was pleasant, her complexion clear, her demeanour vibrant and mischievous. Lynn was a little taller, with curly brown hair, with blue eyes. She was very pretty happy looking woman. Her figure was neat and trim, her pink tipped breasts pert and upstanding. Lynn’s backside, thighs and legs made me drool. I guessed she was about thirty.

As I sat down and accepted cold flute of champagne the three women relaxed again. It was lovely to be included in their laughing happy conversation, and have the local gossip explained to me. An additional benefit was that it gave us time to get to know each other, and assess the physical attributes on display. The latter was easy given everyone’s casual pose, legs parted resting on those extended wide footrests or over an armrest. All four of us were unusual I thought; we all shaved.

Ruth’s pink pussy was so small and delicate looking compared to Joyce’s long wide open gash framed by big fat brown lips, long red clit standing proud and clear. Lynn’s vulva was simply beautiful, in proportion to the rest of her, lips and clit peeking out.

As we talked hands and sipped hands overtly brushed and caressed in self-stimulation. It was wonderfully erotic and so much fun. The group was happy and comfortable.

Lynn got us down to the business at hand when she reminded us that time was moving along and we all needed to have some fun before it got too late. In response to my questioning look she informed me that we were going to start the afternoon’s pleasure with some public masturbation. Okay? Okay!

Each woman had a different technique. With the fingers of my right hand I was a clit strummer, while my left hand worked on my breasts, mainly my nipples. In contrast to the previous evening Ruth now used both hands to stroke her pussy, running her fingers through her slit, feeling the opening of her vagina, a finger on each hand caressing her clitoris. Lynn used a thumb and forefinger of one hand to hold and pulsate her bud as, like me, she massaged her breasts with the other hand. Joyce too gripped her big fat red clit between thumb and forefinger, pulling and stretching it, while she buried and ground the bunched fingers of the other hand deep in the gaping maw of her cunt.

I tried to focus on my own pleasure but it was impossible, the sight of the other three women just too distracting. Given that they had obviously done this before they didn’t share my novelty of the experience. They were unabashed in their focus on themselves. It wasn’t my shyness that was my problem; it was more my total voyeuristic interest in what they were doing
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Joyce climaxed noisily and ferociously. Her body heaved at her hands, her clit stretched taut, fingers buried deep in her snatch, and obscenities poured from her mouth. And still she kept going. Lynn was less voluble, but her body shivered and shook as her fingers flew over her bud. Ruth finally got there with loud groans as she humped her body up at her hands. I closed my eyes and focused on my clitoris and nipples. The wet slurps of fingers in pussies and the moans and groans of pleasure filled my ears. The aroma of hot cunt wafted into my nostrils. I strummed my hard clitoris, flicked at my nipples. At last I felt my nerve endings jangle. It was on the way. Yes, oh yes, oh fuck yes. I fucked myself with my fingers. Oh god it felt good. My body soared.

When I slipped over my peak I opened my eyes. All three women were looking at me. All wore big smiles of approval. Excellent they all agreed. You are one of us.

Joyce asked me had I met Tobias. The previous afternoon I told her. We want you to show us she requested. Initially I was adamantly against anything more to do with the dog. But the three of them cajoled me into it and stood around my chair to watch as Ruth organised the dog.

As before he buried his nose in my snatch and vigorously lapped at me with his tongue. My nerve endings were jolted, my body arched out of the chair. Before I went over the top Ruth stopped the dog. I opened my eyes. Up she commanded Tobias. No, no I cried out. Yes, yes, they all urged. The dog’s front paws rested on my chest. I looked down between the dog’s body and mine. His red wet stiff prick stood out fatly beneath his belly. Ruth’s hand appeared, grasped the tool, and fed it into my gash. Immediately the dog commenced its fast frenetic fuck as it speared its prick in and out of my gash. I closed my eyes and focused on my genitals. While this intrusion did not feel overly thick or long the speed and frenzy of the fuck was somehow exciting. Tobias paused deep inside me. I felt his tool swell, fill me more. Again he fucked me fast, and then stopped. The cycle repeated a number of times. Then he really went for it faster than before. Suddenly hot fluid gushed and spurted through my cunt. It flooded my insides, flowed out of me into the cleft of my backside. The dog pushed of me and hopped down. I opened my eyes.

Three sets of eyes looked down at me. What do you think someone asked? You bitches just blew me away I answered. I slowly extricated myself from the chair, my pussy, backside and thighs covered in juice. I need a shower I told them. Not yet said Ruth, you have to come for a walk, so just wipe yourself of a bit with the towel from your chair.

We four nude women strolled through the garden to the shed in the afternoon sunlight. The atmosphere between us was electric and sensual, the conversation all about the dog and my response to the experience.

Everyone made a fuss of Toyboy as Ruth moved him from his large stall to a smaller one. She fastened his halter over a bin of food. Lynn and Joyce, with my help, moved a small wide wooden bench under the horse between his front and rear legs. In response to my questions about what we were doing the three women just laughed and suggested I follow their directions. Joyce manoeuvred herself onto her back under the horse, her legs bent at the knees to accommodate her body on the bench, which was shorter than she was. Once comfortable she reached her hands up under the horse‘s belly. Ruth, Lynn and I knelt on the floor on either side of the bench. I could see the hands of the women massage and manipulate the horse’s balls in their black sac. With surprising speed the horses black cock elongated like a telescope. Never having seen such a sight so close before I was amazed at its length, curvature, thickness and beautiful black colour. The tip reminded me of a mushroom surrounded though by crinkly black skin. The slit was enormous.

Toyboy’s tool distended into a massive long thick muscle of hard flesh as the women caressed its length in their hands. My hand could not circle its girth, though towards the tip it did get less thick. Joyce’s hands manipulated the tip into the gaping maw of her cunt. She used her feet on the bench to lift her belly upwards, to feed the mighty cock into her vaginal aperture. Gradually, with care, she fed more of its length inside her. Satisfied that she could take no more she rocked her lower body, fucking the lower end of this monstrous tool in and out of her cunt.

The sight was magnificent. My whole body tingled. My wet snatch got wetter. On and on Joyce rocked, building up rhythm and speed. Her open mouth groaned and sobbed in pleasure. The three of us continued our handiwork on the rest of Toyboy’s cock. Already I could see it visibly thicken, the veins just under the black skin more pronounced. Ruth carefully watched, stayed in command. Joyce had no control whatsoever as she enveloped the thick hard protrusion, burying it deep inside her gash.

Ruth told Joyce to get ready. Joyce worked harder. Under my fingers I felt the horses cock begin to throb and pump. Joyce wailed mightily in lust as the cock pumped its load into her cunt. Her mouth hung open as she heaved to a body shaking orgasm. Oh yes, oh fuck, oh yea, oh shit, fuck, fuck, fuck she shouted. Cum flooded around the cock out of her cunt. She collapsed back on the bench still talking to herself. Ruth eased the cock out of her. The cum ran out of the slit. It absolutely streamed out of Joyce’s unplugged gash, between her thighs, into the crack of her arse, onto the bench. There was silence as we looked at each other in awe. Wow, was my weak comment. I felt blown away.

Gradually we all recovered our composure. Joyce slid out from under the horse and stood wobbly legged, cum running down the inside of her beautiful thighs. That was a killer she told us, simply superb, just the greatest.

Ruth returned us to some semblance of normality. She told Joyce and I to go and shower while she and Lynn looked after the stable and the horse.

As we set off slowly for the house in the late afternoon sunlight I learned off Joyce that the three women all regularly have a session with the dog and the horse. It’s their little secret. She suggested I should try Toyboy, but I was very negative about that idea.

Our shared shower was pleasant. Her body was magnificent to soap and wash, so responsive to my touch. I loved the largeness of her assets and her happy energy. Her soapy hands on me felt good too, but neither of us proceeded beyond the clean up task. After we dried we met the other naked women on the veranda and all gratefully shared a fresh very cold bottle of champagne, and recovered.

Eventually as the shadows lengthened Joyce said she had to go home and cook dinner for her family. She lived a kilometre or so down the road. Off she went to dress. We all accompanied her to the car to wave her goodbye. Her farewell kiss left me breathless. Come back soon she urged.

Back on the veranda the three of us relaxed and talked as the sun set and darkness crept over the surrounding countryside. You are staying for dinner Ruth questioned Lynn. Okay, thank you. What about for the night Ruth pursued. Unfortunately I can’t Lynn pleaded.

Between the three of us we concocted a great spaghetti meal, complimented by some crusty bread and a soft red wine, and a candle on the kitchen table to add to the atmosphere. Dishes done and put away again we returned to the veranda with a coffee and Bailey’s. It came time for Lynn to go, again fortunately not far.

Ruth and I showered together and lay on the bed, enjoying the coolness of the air conditioner on our bodies while we talked. The conversation of course was mainly about the events of the afternoon, and my reaction. Soon we began to caress and stroke each other. She rolled me on my back and knelt between my thighs, which she spread widely. Her mouth covered my snatch, her tongue kissed and stroked and delved. Moisture flooded through me, my response as usual quick and vibrant. Not just yet she commented as she sat back on her haunches.

The fingers of one of her hands softly touched my bud. Bunched fingers on the other hand penetrated my orifice, wormed their way into my tunnel, and opened me up with their gentle assault. Further and further she worked her way inside me, forcing my lips apart as she invaded my cunt. Her knuckles pushed their way in. I could take no more. She began a screwing motion with her fist as she moved it in and out of my cunt. Her head went down over me as she sucked my clit. It just felt so fantastically invasive. I fucked her hand and mouth, clutched at her hand with my cunt muscles, lifted my gash to her mouth, wanting more pressure and more pleasure. The intensity built in both of us. Soon my body bucked at her. No longer did her hand penetrate me. Now I engulfed it. Oh, oh the searing pleasure and passion that soared through my clit, my cunt, down my thighs, along my belly into my nipples. Oh yes, Ruth, fuck me, oh fuck me yes, deeper, harder, faster, oh fuck me. I rocketed to the stars, roared through the Milky Way, before gliding back to earth to the bed. She sat back on her haunches between my thighs watching me, a huge smile on her face. Wow I exclaimed. Wow indeed she agreed.

Repayment time I suggested. She moved up my body and straddled my face. I looked up at her delicate small pink pussy split open just above my nose. I reached around her body, grasped her bottom and pulled her down on me. My tongue speared straight into her moist aromatic tunnel, my nose and lips buried in the cleft of her cunt. I tongue fucked her until I ached. Her juices ran into my mouth. I moved my mouth to her hard little love bud. My tongue strummed over it, and I sucked and tongue until she noisily climaxed. Ruth attempted to move off me. My hands held her in place while we did it all over again.

We lay in each other’s arms, our legs around each other and talked for a long time. Then sleep overtook us. But in the morning we enjoyed one last slow fuck together before I organised myself for work.

As we said a fond goodbye Ruth asked me to promise to come back soon. It was easy for me to agree.