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- Devon Horse Show
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Before heading into the bathroom, I couldn't help but notice a picture of a stunning young redhead on Lynn's dresser. The girl appeared to be about nineteen, the spitting image of Lynn. "Um, who's that?" I inquired, resisting Lynn's tug for a moment.
Lynn's mouth opened in mock horror. "Oh, no, don't you even think about it. That's my daughter, Kelly, and she's off limits. You'd break her apart. Besides, by the time I get through with you today AND my friend and I do you on Wednesday, you'll never want to fuck a woman under forty-five again. She's probably hornier than I am, if you can believe that."
The mind boggled.
She turned on the shower as we climbed in and the warm water began to flow from the nozzle, therapeutically refreshing our bodies for the next round, which would ensue immediately.
Two forty-eight year olds, I mused. I wondered how many times twenty-four could go into ninety-six.
I was still considering that when Lynn knelt before me and took my flaccid cock in her mouth, thus resuming a new marathon event, this time in an aquatic setting. She sucked my cock into Monday morning, again and again. The virtues of an older woman.
On Wednesday evening, I stood by the rail of the main rind, waiting for Lynn's turn to perform with her steed, when I heard a husky voice behind me. "You must be John, Lynn's new 'friend'."
I turned to see a gorgeous, buxom blonde with an hourglass fixture. She extended her right hand as I saw the ring glisten on her left. "I'm Mary Ann Nelson. I understand we'll be having a party tonight." She visually measured me up and down like a hungry feline would eyeball a trapped mouse. "How nice."
Seconds later, I heard a much younger voice from the grandstand holler, "Go, Mom! Woo-hoo!" Kelly McDevitt's clear blue eyes then met mine, at the exact second Mary Ann Nelson entwined her arm in mine.
Kelly McDevitt may have been the hottest nineteen year-old in Delaware County. Talk about a conundrum. I intuitively knew I was going to fuck Kelly someday, and I found out later, Kelly knew instantly she wanted to fuck me.
"Hi, Mrs. Nelson," the young freckled redhead yelled merrily to my older threesome-partner-to-be, her mom being the other member of the trifecta. "Is that your nephew or something? He's cute! Aren't you going to introduce us?"
Higher up in the bleachers, from the corner of my eye, I saw Stephanie Sanderson sitting with a heavily muscled young man, taking everything in with a frown.
There is always a lot going on behind the scenes at the Devon Horse Show. The best performances are not always in the ring.
Giddy-up.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 11 years agoof a time several years ago when I joined mom and dad at the "Show". A friend of the family, I will call her Mrs. C but will say first name was Catherine was flirting and after the final activities with the sun going down we cound ourselves below one of the bleachers where she treated me to my first blow job. It was amazing. The wife of one of my mom's friends. We cavorted numerous times before I went back to college. Never will I forget the Devon Horse Show!
Anonymousover 11 years agoI go to Devon every year and live in the old money world you describe so well. The women here are complex, beautiful and extremely sexy. The lower Main Line, however, has been inundated by "new money" poseurs. Their women are extremely crass and without sex appeal. The true Main Line is now only west of Wayne. Once again, great story.
DawnJabout 12 years agoAn interesting look at another one of your female characters with "attitude". I wanted to dislike her, and thought I would after that mean stunt with Stephanie, but she turned out half way okay...and anyway, that Steph deserved her comeuppance!
Again, I love the way you play with words. This is a gem, for example: "shook like a screen door in a hurricane". What a fresh and on-point image! And it certainly shows you exactly how passionate the moment is. Your verbal images make me feel like I'm participating in the events! Great writing always brings the reader all the way in Well done!
Anonymousabout 12 years agoIts been close to 50 years since I've been to The Horse Show, this brings back many memory's. I to had an older woman (about 12 years older) who was my teacher and from whom I learned a lot.
