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They’d both come. That’s alright, right? Even if Carl had pretty much jerked himself in my hand, that still counted.
I sighed to myself. That counted.
Next time I’d do it better. Next time I’d strip like a professional, spread my legs wide enough for two and tell them to come take what they paid for.A shudder ran through me. Ormaybe not.
Samson picked up pace, and we rode out across the common, a gentle canter as we rounded the corner to the parking area. I gave him a pat and encouraged him on, and he did me proud, head down and pace even as I slowed him to a trot at the entrance to Haugh Wood. I tried to concentrate on my posture, on the finesse in my leg work, but the motion was too intense. My pussy still felt freshly fucked, tender in my seat, and all I could think of was them.
Naked bodies, and primal sounds, and the smell of sex in the air.
Rick’s grunts, so pained… so… desperate. The memory made me hot in the saddle, cheeks burning up in the freshness of the morning, and my thighs clenched involuntarily. I bounced higher and landed forward in the saddle, pressed myself to the pommel, hard enough that the hard leather knob pressed against my clit and sent sparks flying.Fuck.
I looked around, but the track was deserted. Just us. Me and Samson. I coaxed him forward, and his trot was bouncy. I stopped rising to the beat, pressing myself to the ridge of the leather as Samson picked up his feet.Fuck. I slipped my feet from the stirrups, and spread my thighs, holding myself forward in the saddle, and moving, grinding.
Rick’s grunts. The slam of flesh against flesh. Carl’s tense ass, the thrust of his hips. The swell of his cock in my fingers. And Rick. Metal against my clit. The squelch of his fingers as he twisted them inside. And the wetness… oh fuck, the wetness…
A flutter between my thighs, Samson’s trot so steady. I coaxed him on, faster, and I was rubbing, rubbing myself in the seat.
Fuck.
Rick’s eyes as he pressed my thighs to my chest, the way he’d fucked me, hard. The way he’d thrust all the way inside, the way he’d closed my fingers around Carl’s big hard fucking cock.
Fuck.
I held myself to the pommel. Breath ragged.Thump, thump, thump.
Two cocks at once.Their condition. Carl’s strong hands lifting me up, his fat cock pushing inside my asshole and making me grunt and cry out like Rick. The thrust of his hips, and I’d be squealing, stretching, taking him. And then more, so much more. Rick’s fingers at my clit, rubbing me, forcing their way inside, stretching me open, and I’d be squirming…
Oh fuck.
And I’d take them. I’d take them both. Two fat cocks, two bodies grunting and thrusting and slamming into mine. Carl would tell me what to do… Rick would tell me how good it felt… and I’d be lost… stretched raw by two big fucking dicks.
Oh fucking fuck.
I pulled Samson to a halt and slipped my hand down my jodhpurs, standing in the stirrups and bracing myself as my fingers found my pulsing clit and rubbed their way to orgasm.
Thewood was alive with the rousing chirp of songbirds. Samson rustled his nose in the undergrowth, and there was the squeak of leather as I rocked in my seat, nothing but a ragged bag of nerves, desperate for orgasm. I came with just a hiss ofbreath, my groans choked in my throat, and the euphoria swept through me, calming my thumping heart.
I smiled, and laughed at the absurdity, convincing myself it was safe. Until I heard voices, the familiarchingof a bicycle bell.
Bollocks. I kicked Samson onto the straight before I’d even fastened my jodhpurs and he went charging, cantering free as I gave him loose rein.
I laughed. Flushing bright. Embarrassed and excited and endorphin crazy.
This was us.
This was me.
The wind in my face. The familiar triple-beat of his hooves on soil, and I lost myself. I lost myself in the ride.
We were alive. We were free. We were everything.
I was grinning as he slowed to a trot, giving him a pat as he gave a big snort and dropped to a walk. That’s my boy.
We completed the circuit, a good long hack that saw the cyclists out in force by the time we headed back toJack’s. Samson had worked up a healthy sweat, his head bobbing nicely and ears pricked forward, and I was still aching, a nice low throb between my legs. My clit was still tender, tummy tickling at the thought of being taken by two cocks.
I dropped to the ground back at the yard, legs like jelly as I hitched Samsonback up to the rail. I loosened his saddle and took it down, and took off his bridle, hosing him down with a flash of cool water in the morning sun as he munched on his breakfast.
I was about to turn him out into the field when my mobile started up in my pocket.
