Andy an American and Shannon a New Zealander who has returned home to settle. appear to be a likely couple and could even marry. While Shannon makes it difficult for him, cooling off to fight hr hang-ups or until Andy can wind up her motor again, he eyes the attractive neighbor who appears to be single minded about getting her fill.
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Andy lay in bed attending to his erection, lights out and sliding glass door open, looking at the moonlight and thinking about women, in particular two women. He licked his lips thinking about five days and erotic nights with the sexy Shannon -- yes, he now classified her as sexy although she was virtually flat-chested, the only such concession he could ever recall making. Her smile had gotten to him and he kept looking at the way she flicked her fringe back, often with a half-smile as if caressing herself rather than acting irritatingly by that handful of ill-disciplined hair.
He mused about her legs -- he'd stopped looking at them so much but was constantly aware they were there; amazingly they were better than her mother's. She moved with a touch of panther -- fluidly unless she was tired and the way she rode Gigi brought him little short of the feeling of ejaculating when he watched her cantering, relaxed and very much in command of her temperamental horse who now accepted the rider was boss.
Ah, the horse. He thought back to the time when Lucy had told him Gigi was unrideable. He hadn't corrected her and when he told her about his experience with horses she consented to him working Gigi back in to rideable status though she doubted he could do that within the two weeks available. Then when Lucy told him Gigi had been bred locally and yes the breeder, now elderly, still lived on his farm Andy almost yelled in delight, knowing his chances of success had soared as he could trace back to the source: something had happened to have blighted Gigi -- it was rare to see a horse remaining some distance away from other horses as if being ostracized. He left immediately to visit Sam Guthrie.
There was no-one at the house so Andy drove down to the barn. The double doors were wide open and looking inside he saw a rather pretty but a little over-weight woman struggling to shoe a horse.
She hadn't offered a normal greeting. Instead she straightened and looked at him through narrowing eyes. "What are you doing with Lucy's car?"
"Good afternoon, I'm Andy King, Lucy and Jerry's house guest."
"Ah, dad said Lucy had a Yank staying with her. I assumed he would be aged and bald-headed."
"Then you like what you see?"
She stared at him. "I hadn't counted on him being a smart-ass either."
Andy rubbed his jaw. "You're struggling there -- you hold her head and I'll shoe her."
"Don't you mean the other way round?"
"No."
Andy picked up the leg and inspected the hoof. "Good preparation."
"It ought to be; I've done hundreds, taught by my father. I'm Eva Guthrie -- dad is at the dentist's."
"Hi Eva."
"Have you ever shoed a horse?"
"Scores, but not hundreds like you."
"Andy grabbed six nails and went to put the first in his mouth.
Eva said that was not recommended practice.
"I bet you do it, we are all naughty at times."
She grinned and returned to the head of the big mare. "Selma threw the shoe this morning; I use her to run with the hunt."
Andy grunted with six nails in his mouth.
He rode the leg and as Selma attempted to kick him through the roof of the stable he worked to complete the task expertly.
Eva inspected the hoof. "A very nice job."
"But not quite as good as you would do," Andy laughed, slapping her ass without really thinking; after all, he'd only just met the woman.
"You bastard," she said, straightening up and glaring at him. "You're encouraging me to be unfaithful to my partner."
He muttered 'No' innocently and attempted to worm his way out: "It's such a lovely ass I couldn't resist; I'm sorry but it's your fault for having such a sexy butt."
"My fault?" she shrilled and this time Andy was sure she'd attempt to slap him. But she caught his cheeky grinned and flung herself at him and kissed him heavily, walking him backwards clear of the horse. She came up for a breather and said, "Struggling with a horse always makes me horny."
"Well, we'd better do something about this he said," eyeing her.
She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled her bra up to free her drooping tits. "Right, get into these while I struggle out of these jeans and get you unzipped."
It was one of those animalistic fucks -- hard and furious without preliminaries but she did insist on a condom. "My partner and I are lesbians -- you probably call it gay -- so I'm not on contraceptives."
"Pull one out of my wallet in the back pocket of my jeans while I suck these babies up to action mode," Andy had smirked.
Back to the present he felt his balls tighten and aimed his cock to the ceiling, tilted back towards his chest slightly so the discharge would fall on to him instead of the sheets. His fisting accelerated as he remembered the site of his thick cock entering Eva's juicy cunt, doggie style as she lay over the workbench on her removed jeans, both heavy breasts pushed out on both sides of her torso; Andy found he could reach both enlarged nipples which he tweaked while she grunted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. They sweated and she pushed back at him athletically, with good timing. As she began to come she squeezed him with those strong horse-riding thighs; he closed his eyes and began ejaculating with a roar that made her squeal repeatedly in delight.
Andy opened his eyes to find his chest splattered with cum but he was on his bed and not in the barn. It didn't really matter as the end result was similar although he was missing the warm, juicy and very active cunt around his dick as that was vastly superior to his own dry hand. He was sure he hadn't been roaring -- he listened and was relieve that no-one came running to check that he was okay. He grinned knowing that it hadn't mattered that Shannon had forgotten to tell him about Eva Guthrie's sexual preference as he'd found out himself through Eva's confession and the fact she occasional had a male on the side. But he must tell Shannon what Eva had told him about Gigi -- perhaps he would save that for when they were on their little holiday.
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Next morning the dining room clock struck 5:00 waking Shannon; she heard her father pad down the passage to turn on the coffee machine. She'd not dropped back to sleep at 5:45 when he drove off so fetched her viabrator, keen to set it working as she felt emotionally uptight as so much was happening. She was close to release when she heard two raps on her door. Hurriedly she pulled the sheet and light blanket over her, leaving the viabrator deep in her pussy and still going at low setting.
"Come in," she partly croaked, embarrassed and suffering a dry mouth, knowing her mom never knocked or coughed discreetly before entering.
"Good morning; Jerry made more noise that usual moving about and leaving so I wondered if you would be awake. Would you like coffee?"
