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Horseplay 8/21
Vincent Dukorr

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Horseplay
Chapter 8 : New Things

  On the way back from the bathroom Neil found himself in a fairly
sour mood. He desperately wanted to shake Mae out of her mental
state, but knew it was all but hopeless. If his strategy didn't work,
he'd be short one girlfriend and long on remorse and regret. He walked
into the cabin and saw that Mae was still asleep, curled down near the
lower part of his bed. He watched her for a few minutes. Her hair was
a mess, laying in ribbons across her face and shoulders, red even in
the low light. Her pale skin, sprayed with freckles, shone in the
tiny amount of light from the window.
	Neil steeled his resolve, built his anger and frustration into
a tight ball in his chest and dropped his pants. He gently pulled Mae
to the edge of the bed and she mumbled sleepily. Without warning he
slid his penis down the line of her mouth, which she opened
instinctively and he slid his limp member into the warmth of her
mouth. Mae's eyes opened half way and she grumbled something. Neil
looked down at the scene, his half-erect penis laying limply across
her lips and he started to get aroused. He slid in, feeling her
tongue move to essentially avoid him as she woke. With barely a
thought he started to slide in and out and Mae groaned again, moving
into an easier position. Neil thrust faster, feeling Mae respond only
halfheartedly. She was barely awake, although aware that he was in her
mouth. She reached up to hold him and he blocked her wordlessly. She
made some kind of grumbling sound and Neil increased his pace.
	The monster in his mind woke up and arrived, ready to battle.
Instead of a locked door and barred windows, however, Neil had the
welcome mat out. In seconds, he was well on his way to orgasm,
sliding steadily along her lips for pressure and friction, watching
the display intently for the maximum impact.
	Neil's balls tightened in preparation and he forced himself to
maintain a steady pace, refusing to warn Mae. Her eyes shot open in
surprise when he erupted into her mouth and she nearly gagged and
choked. Neil finished slowly, pulled free and stepped back.
	"I'll see you at breakfast." With that, he pulled up his shorts
and walked out the door.
=======================
	Mae was sullen and confused at breakfast, trying to sit close
to Neil and get some response from him, but he refused to comply. He
sat with her, but made no real attempt to look at her, touch her or
even acknowledge her presence. Neil could feel her frustration and
annoyance, and made no move to change anything. He left for his first
class without any real goodbye, simply standing and walking away.
	Neil's first class arrived at the tack room slightly late,
which wasn't surprising. They had a junior counselor dropping them
off and he would take the task of leading them around the camp
wherever they went every day after their first class. He spent a
moment checking names to faces on his clipboard, mentally sorting the
class into people who would need specific skill work. Of his eighteen,
four students stood out.
	The first was the only of two boys, a sixteen year old named
Derrick. Neil took a slight dislike to the boy instantly. He was over
groomed, clearly overdressed and full of self assured ego. A number of
girls were fawning over him, which grated Neil's nerve. He chided
himself for assuming the worst, though, and resolved to give Derrick
as much of a chance as he could.
	Gail was clearly his most advanced student, and he wondered why
she was even in his class until he saw her lopsided skill scores. She
had several 4's, but they were all in dressage or show, none in
Western or Trail. She was apparently trying to round out her
equestrian education and he instantly tagged her card as a leader.
Her skills in general horsemanship were excellent, and he could use
her. Glancing up, she was a mocha skinned girl with a long black
French braid. She was older, probably sixteen or seventeen. He
wondered at her ethnicity for a moment and felt himself flush at
other, less appropriate thoughts.
	The girl with the most Western skill was Jennifer, whose face
seemed to jump off the page at him. She was striking, with long
straight blond hair and a Scandinavian look to her facial features.
When Neil looked up he picked her out of the group instantly. She was
short, very short, although she seemed to be nearly as old as the
other in the group. According to her skill sheet she barely needed
work in some arena skills, but was otherwise overqualified for his
group. Neil flipped her card and checked her previous instructors and
noted that she'd had Gavin every year, which was remarkable. Gavin
was, without question, the most demanding instructor in the Western
division. He was also the best and Jennifer's history with Gavin
could only mean that she or her parents had specifically asked for
him. Neil spent another brief moment in his fantasy land, marked her
as a leader and moved on.
	The final student of note was Gwendolyn, who hovered hear
Derrick like a fly to honey... or horse crap, Neil noted mentally.
She was lithe, dark haired and fair with piercing eyes and a face
that looked like it had been carved from marble. She was pretty, but
lacked the softness of a beautiful face. She'd never model, and Neil
saw a long future as a trophy wife before chiding himself again. He
knew nothing of these students, and judging them from a card and
first look was wrong.
	"Welcome class, I'm Neil. Just.. Neil. He said when a few hands
raised. If you want to call me 'Mister Neil' I'll just have to take
it." There were a few laughs, but he wanted to make sure they knew he
meant business. "I've been riding for as long as I could walk. I have
US Equestrian Instructor Certs at Class B for both Western and Trail.
I have Level 6 skill certs in every Western class, Trail Class and
Riding Group. I have a wall full of other certifications from ECAI,
NAHT and so forth and enough gaudy prize ribbons to make a bed out
of." The class became somewhat more respectful and Neil waited,
letting them consider his speech. He noted the few who did not seem
impressed. Derrick seemed to have no idea what he'd just said. His
other leaders had nodded while he ticked off certifications, and he
was satisfied with their reaction. The others were either too young
or inexperienced to know what he was talking about, so he let it go.
	"Now, that said. I'm here to make you better riders. My papers
aren't worth firewood if I can't do that." There was a general
reaction of happiness, but Neil held his hands up. "Except..." he
said dramatically and waited. Jennifer spoke up after a long pause.
"Safety certifications" she said with a scowl.
	Neil nodded and pulled out a harness and reins. "Yep Sucks, I
know. Now, rather than doing this today, we'll do some light trail
riding. As long as we don't do any long trail rides, keep it at a
walk and don't go into the arena, we can hold off on the safety test
until tomorrow. BUT, I'm going to do a quick set of questions to quiz
you. Then I'll pick out trail leaders and we'll get onto a horse.
Which is why you are all here, right?" A chorus of happy yeses echoed
in the barn and Neil smiled. "So, according to my list Jennifer,
Gwendolyn, Derrick and Gail are my top students, so lets put them on
the spot. Jennifer, what's wrong with this tack?" Jennifer stepped up
and barely touched the set before pointing out a mis-attached clip. It
would cause the horse to turn badly, pulling hard on the bit whenever
the rider led left. Neil nodded and performed the same drill for
Gwendolyn and Gail without issue. Gwendolyn surprised him with a very
shy smile, making him question his dismissal of her as a future trophy
wife. Derrick, however, was not a surprise. Surly and egotistical, he
strode up and regarded the saddle and Neil with contempt. He looked
it over for a moment, his face contorting slightly as he struggled to
find the flaw. Neil glanced at the rest of the group and noted that
most had already spotted the twisted girth and strap, which would
prevent the saddle from sitting securely and would likely rub the
horse raw under the buckle. Neil waited a beat or two longer than he
might have for another student then called to the group for an
answer, putting Derrick out of his misery.
	He felt bad and walked to Derrick. "Don't worry about it, it
can be easy to miss." he started. Derrick shot him a look of defiance
and malice so intent that Neil actually paused. The younger boy simply
turned and headed back to sit with his admirers, who started making
soothing sounds.
	Neil bristled and took a breath. "So, let's saddle up.
Gwendolyn and Gail are on point and tail. Everyone takes a level 1
horse, even if you're qualified higher, until your test tomorrow. And
everyone wears a helmet, that's a golden rule. Clear?"
	Neil had Gwendolyn lead them on a slow circuit of the camp,
heading from the lake, around the arena and up the hill to the admin
area. They circled down the roads toward the parking lots, then back
around the commons. As they rode Neil moved up and down the line,
correcting riding positions and checking their tack for issues. He
tightened a few girths, and was mildly surprised to find that Derrick
had a very well cinched girth and nearly perfect tack. Neil started to
congratulate him but the look he got from Derrick stopped him. The boy
was aloof and defiant, almost daring him to find fault. Neil ignored
him and moved back to Jennifer, who blushed slightly when he praised
her.
	"Thank you" she whispered.
	Neil nodded. "Jennifer, I'd like you to be a trail leader. You
have the skill set and I need people to watch this group."
	Jennifer nodded. "Can.. you call me something else?"
	Neil shrugged. "Middle name? Nickname?"
	"My mom calls me 'Jennifer'".
	"Jen?", Neil pulled up his clipboard and flipped through.
"LeahAnne?".
	She stuck her tongue out and Neil suppressed a shiver. She was
gorgeous and the tongue wasn't helping. He noted her age at 17 and
sighed. Even at 18, she was off limits as a student but at 17 she was
off limits, out of bounds, forbidden fruit and a big red no with a
cherry on top.
	. "Anne? Annie? Leah?" She giggled at 'Annie', and was about to
speak, but Neil interrupted. "Annie it is."
	Jennifer blinked and shook her head. "Noo, that's a little girl
name. Call me Leah."
	Neil could feel her looking at him as he noted her nickname on
his card and he looked up into her bright blue eyes. She was
beautiful. As he gazed at her she looked down shyly and Neil felt a
flush of lust. He felt a little bold and eased his horse closer.
"Leah it is. But I'll save 'Annie' as my pet name for you".
	Leah jumped and gave him a surprised and amused look. She
smiled softly and nodded. She held his gaze for a few seconds and
Neil actually looked away first.
	Neil shook himself mentally and rode forward to talk to
Gwendolyn. She was clearly comfortable in the saddle, looking back to
check the other riders and picking an easy trail around the camp.
	"Well, I made the right choice for trail leader." Neil said,
riding up on her flank and clicking to her horse.
	Gwendolyn looked back and smiled warmly, brushing a bit of hair
back under her trail helmet. Neil was again surprised at how it broke
her severe expression and sharp features.
	"Is Gwendolyn good?" She shrugged and said "Gwen is fine". Her
voice was deep for a girl, full of confidence and poise. Neil had to
scrap his whole preconceived idea of her, except that she hung out
with Derrick, who had fulfilled Neil's every low expectation.
	"OK, Gwen. You're clearly qualified as a leader. Taking Western
to round out your skills?" Gwen shifted in her saddle and frowned. It
made her look almost evil, like a cartoon bad guy. "No. not really.
I'm just tired of Dressage. I wanted to do something different".
	Neil considered her tone. It wasn't a lie, not really, but
there was more to it. She was taking Western... but not because she
wanted something other than dressage. She had some other reason, but
he left her to it. "If you say so." He said simply, drawing a
surprised look. "You'll be one of my leaders, which means you get to
look after these kids and not get paid. How can you turn that down?"
	Gwen smiled, then actually laughed.
	"Good. Now, the baiscs are, I have to get some of these
lollygaggers and left-footers up onto horses without anyone getting
hurt. YOU and the other leaders get to do riding and whatever while I
pay attention to those who need me. Got it?"
	Gwen nodded, still smiling.
	"Anyone else you think should be a leader?" Gwen sat for a
moment, either thinking or hesitating, Neil wasn't sure.
	"Derrick..."
	"Well, he has some skill, but"
	"No" she said firmly. "He shouldn't be a leader."
	Neil moved in surprise and his horse crabbed sideways. "Wait...
I thought... how are you and Derrick.."
	"He's my cousin." she said simply.
	Neil nodded, but saw no family resemblance. "OK, well he wasn't
really up for it anyway. He has some.. remarkably average scores."
Neil glanced back down at Derrick's skill card and saw something odd.
On a scale of one to six, most students fell into a predictable
pattern of strengths and weaknesses based on their talents and
history in the saddle. Derrick had threes. All threes. In every
single category. Neil scanned the card carefully and curiously. Not a
single four. The lack of a single four was the only thing keeping
Derrick in a moderate class with Neil rather than an expert or
specialized class.
	"The blond girl, Gail and the dark skinned girl are good
riders", Gwen said, breaking Neil's concentration.
	Neil looked up and saw Gwen looking back, her reins looped
lightly over her saddle horn. She was content to let the horse walk
back to the stable and was looking back over the group of riders.
	"Maybe the curly redhead." She said finally.
	Neil just nodded, glancing back at the two girls she'd
mentioned who weren't on his list. "Thank you, Gwen" he said simply.
	She smiled and nodded serenely and he pulled his horse to a
stop so he could talk to Gail at the back of the line.
	Gail turned out to be a serious but friendly girl. Her exotic
looks were a serious distraction, but Neil managed to not look like a
moron talking to her.
	She was fully willing to take on leadership responsibilities,
and even confessed to taking the intermediate class so she didn't
have to "work" over the summer.
	"Well, I'm going to ruin that. And give you high scores all
week so you'll have to move up." He said in a serious tone.
	Gail mocked a pout and grinned. "I know, I'm a slacker" she
said lightly.
	Neil rode with her back to the barn, resisting the urge to
watch her bounce in the saddle, or worse, ride behind her and leer.
=======================
	Neil arrived at lunch ready to plow through some meat, and was
sorely disappointed to discover vegetarian lasagna. He took his bowl
with a scowl and flopped down on the bench with a growl.
	Ruth sat across from him and leaned down as he arrived. "Big
night tonight, Neil?" she asked.
	Neil had to pause, then remembered he'd promised to meet up
with Ruth and Dave and Harriet for some entertainment. Ruth was
clearly very eager to get him and Dave into her clutches. To cover,
Neil mocked ignorance, hoping she'd take it all as an act. "Tonight?
I'm playing pinochle with Sven and Ingrid down at the Spa. Sven is
horrible, but he insists he can beat us if we drink enough absinthe".

	Ruth growled and nearly bent flat against the table to get
closer.
	"You listen here, this is my big fantasy and I will not be
deNIED".
	Neil was surprised at her aggression. She was obviously
agitated. "Woah, I'm just.."
	"I KNOW" she growled. "You don't know how much I want this.
I've been hot for you forever, and I've wanted a three way forever!"
	"Four way" Neil corrected.
	"Harriet's just ICING. You're CAKE. Harriet's been selling your
dick for the last two days, telling me how good you are."
	"Great, now I'm.."
	"Look Neil" she nearly pleaded. "I don't do... submissive like
Mae understand? I want what I want and I go after it. I don't want
that to.."
	Neil shook his head. "I'll be there and I'll be ready Ruth.
OK?"
	Ruth nodded. "I'm sorry, but this has been something I've
dreamt about forever. Two guys, doing ...everything to me. Taking
whatever I want... Shit.. I'd better stop."
	"Or you'd better meet me back at your cabin, because you're
seriously getting me hot" Neil said.
	A flash of lust filled Ruth's eyes, but she shook her head.
"No..no, Dave's on duty..and we'd only have... ARGH! See what you're
doing to me?!"
	Neil patted her hand and smiled. "OK, I'll be good until
tonight.
	" Ruth grinned and eyed him over. Neil suddenly felt like a
slice of cake on a dessert cart. "Tonight. Oh yeah.." she whispered.
"OK, I'm eating in my room. With the door locked" she said suddenly,
standing and gathering up her plates.
	Neil finished lunch with a grin, suddenly noticing that Mae was
nowhere to be seen. He dropped off his tray, changed and headed back
to the stables without seeing her.
=======================
	The afternoon was split abnormally for Neil. The first half of
the first class was dedicated to study for the safety test all
students had to eventually pass. He and another counselor sat bored
and listless in the common mess while their charges reviewed the test
material. The test wasn't really all that hard, but failing meant
remedial classes and a lack of saddle time. No camper wanted that.
	The second half would be added to the second class to create a
long class. All of the campers would assemble in the arena grand
stands for a series of boring presentations, lectures and
introductions to the advanced teachers who would be taking very small
classes through intense skill sets.
	For Neil, it usually meant a lot of sitting around and staring
at nothing.
	After about ten minutes of watching them study, Neil wandered
out to the back door and sat, trying to get comfortable on a bench.
When he was nearly settled in, however, Leah came out and kicked his
legs so she could sit.
	"I can pass this with my eyes closed" she said, sitting on the
far end of the bench and leaning back against the wall.
	Neil tried very hard not to stare at her. She had put on a
light green halter top and it was clingy and revealing in ways that
he wasn't allowed to dwell on for too long. He simply nodded and
prompted Leah to tell him about herself.
	She started with obvious things, school, home, family, then
drifted into horses and finally drama. She was studying to become an
actress, but her height was a problem. "They all want tall actresses
for the leads, and I'm too short."
	Neil glanced over, avoiding looking down her fair skin to her
slightly revealing cleavage and nodded sympathetically.
	"I can act! I can project, I can even dance! But everybody
wants some amazon goddess instead of a short, skinny girl" Neil
started to object to her self-description, but let it go. She was
already getting a little to fond of him, and he didn't want to fan
that flame. "Are you going to Hollywood or something?" Leah shook her
head. "No. I'm probably going to go to college and take business."
	"You should buy a theater, then you get any part you want"
	Leah laughed, but seemed to consider it for a moment. "Really?"
Neil grinned "Yep. I've worked theaters before. Not plays or shows
like that, but you see a lot of playbills and stuff. Lots of names on
the owner's list show up on the cast list."
	Leah chuckled evilly. "I'd be the drama queen owner bitch..."
She blushed furiously and Neil laughed out loud.
	"Ten demerits for cursing" he said jokingly. He got up to go
inside, but found Gwen and Gail heading toward the door, followed by
a short train of other campers.
	"Can we take it now? We've got time."
	Neil glanced at his watch and thought. "Well, you wouldn't have
full time, but I don't see why not. I'd have to set up the overflow
room."
	They all nodded quickly.
	Neil got the room set up easily, leaving the remaining campers
to study with the other counselor. Six of his wanted to try the test,
too, so they joined Neil and his. Along with Gwen, Gail and Leah,
Derrick and four others came in and sat. Neil passed out the books
and pencils, then sat at the front of the small room and opened the
instructor's book.
	"OK, you've all done this before. Short of it, answer 80%
correct and you're safety certed for this year. No talking, go!"
	Within ten minutes most of the group was done. Soon only
Derrick and, to Neil's surprise, Gwen were left from his group. He
quickly graded the others while they worked.
	Neil noticed something odd within a few moments. Derrick was
clearly struggling with his test, looking at some early page, but
when Neil looked away to grade and back up, Derrick was done. Neil
looked over at Gwen, who was erasing and refilling circles on the
form quickly, racing down the test. Neil did some quick detective
work in his head and took Derrick's form.
	Gwen was the last to leave, handing him the form and turning to
leave, but Neil stopped her.
	"You took his test."
	Gwen spun, her eyes wide. "What?"
	"You took Derrick's test."
	Gwen frowned sharply and bit her lower lip. "...no..I..."
	"You know this shit." Neil said harsly. "Derrick was struggling
until I stopped watching. Then suddenly he's done and you're rushing
to erase and finish. I don't need to look at the tests to know.
You'll score 100 and so will he."
	Gwen's face took on a pained look. "You didn't see me do
anything" she said softly.
	Neil sighed. "No. I didn't. And I probably can't prove
anything. So Derrick gets a safety certification."
	Gwen nodded silently.
	"But now I have to watch him, because he doesn't know a good
cinch from a bad one." Neil had a sudden thought, "You saddled his
horse this morning!"
	Gwen didn't move, refusing to answer.
	Neil was mad. It was out of his control and he could feel the
anger ready to explode in his stomach. "Then you better make sure you
saddle it this afternoon, too. And tomorrow, and the day after, do you
understand?"
	Gwen nodded sadly.
	"Don't you get it, Gwen? Now I have to watch him. Every day.
Every god. damn. day. Every time he's near a horse, I have to make
sure he doesn't screw something up. Every time he's riding, I have to
watch that nobody gets hurt! I have to protect the horses, the
campers, even Derrick!"
	Gwen suddenly looked like she was about to cry.
	"Shit" Neil said softly. "Stop... OK? I'm sorry, I shouldn't be
yelling at you...I.."
	"Yes you should.." Gwen said sadly. "but what am I supposed to
do? His dad pays for me to be here. My mom can't... not for me and my
two sisters"
	Neil sighed, letting it sink in. "So you carry him. Is that why
you're in western and not dressage?"
	Gwen started openly sobbing and Neil pulled her down to sit. He
wanted to hug her, but that was way past the line. "He.. wanted to do
Western this year. I didn't... We'd done dressage forever, why THIS
year? I was approved for special .... but it doesn't matter. I'm in
Western and that's that."
	Neil sat heavily and tried to work something out. "I could put
you in a skill class, maybe with.."
	"No...I have to be wherever HE is."
	Neil nodded and patted her arm. "I'm sorry I snapped Gwen, OK?"

	Gwen sat and cried for a few seconds, nodding slowly.
	"Oh, Gwen. I'll try to think of something, OK?"
	Gwen shook her head and leaned over and hugged him. He allowed
it for just a second, then pushed her gently away.
	"Can't. No hugging the students. They don't want us snogging on
the hay and scaring the horses."
	Gwen stared at him and Neil thought he'd overdone it until she
burst out laughing and crying, splattering him with tears and spit.
She leaned back and let herself settle. "I'm sorry, Neil. I just...
can't change anything, though."
	Neil nodded and sighed. "OK, but I'm serious. You have to help
me. I can't keep my eye on him every minute."
	Gwen nodded. "At least it'll be you AND me, its always just
me." Neil patted her arm and helped her stand. "Go get cleaned up,
OK?" "OK...no hugs?" she said, pleading.
	Neil gave her a very brief but warm hug. "No hugs." he said
firmly afterwards, pushing her by the shoulders to the doors.
=======================
	At dinner Neil was a little relieved to see Mae sitting in her
normal spot. He nodded to her as he sat, trying to judge her mood.
She looked up at him expectantly, then concentrated on her dinner.
She was obviously thinking hard and Neil hoped it was going how he
hoped. It was painful to watch her in such turmoil, but he had set
his course and resolved to see it through to the end. That course
would require Mae to make some very difficult decisions.
	While he ate, Neil pondered what to do about Gwen and Derrick.
It was another puzzle to play with, and one he didn't know if he
could pick apart. As he considered his options, he spotted Harry
sitting down at another table and had a flash of inspiration.
	"Harry!" Neil said, sliding into the seat next to him.
	"I don't loan money to friends" Harry joked, taking in Neil's
exuberance.
	"No, I wanted to ask about your Dressage classes".
	Harry stopped with his fork halfway to his mouth. "What did you
call them, young Neil?"
	"Dressage classes, do you offer scholarships?"
	Harry blinked. "Oh. well yes. A partial scholarship to the
camp, plus the Dressage class. But you frankly suck at Dressage,
Neil."
	Neil laughed "What about Gwendolyn Rothcrest?".
	Harry set his fork down and turned completely to face Neil.
"AH? Now, there's a missing face in my class. She could certainly
have won it. She didn't apply though."
	"What about next year?" "Next.. bloody hell, Neil, I don't
know. We've barely started THIS year."
	"Could she win it?" "Gwenny? Oh, sure. What's going on, Neil?"
Neil paused, trying to figure out what to do. He finally frowned and
started to confess to Harry.
	"Balls and Shit, Neil. That's a good mess."
	Neil nodded. "So you follow?"
	"Yes, but the scholarship doesn't cover the cost of the camp,
its a partial payment and all, it'll help. I think its about half of
everything all told, but there's some give and take"
	Neil nodded solemnly. "I know, but its a start"
	Harry rubbed his head. "You right ought to take this to Mom."
	"I... I don't know if I should, Harry, I mean, he hasn't passed
his safety, but I'm ...."
	"You don't know that, as far as you know..."
	"I know, I know, but Mom'll... panic"
	"With very good reason."
	"I know. Give me a few days, then I'll take it to Mom."
	"Alright, a few days. But you keep an eye on that little twat."

	Neil laughed, knowing there was some English to American
translation issue. He spent a few minutes chatting with Harry, simply
enjoying a "civil" conversation. Afterwards he said goodbye and headed
back to his cabin to change. He felt sort of silly dressing up to go
have sex, but decided he'd at least look nice. He put on a work polo
shirt from his dad's business and some khaki shorts. He spent a
moment fixing his hair and considered his cologne for a few seconds
before deciding against it.
	When he knocked on Dave's door he was glad he'd bothered, both
Ruth and Dave were fully dressed. He came in and sat on one of the
camp chairs, noting that they'd cleaned up and set out some unlit
candles. There was a definite tension in the room, which he'd never
really had with Dave. They'd met at camp their first year and
instantly clicked. It had been almost too easy to settle in to a deep
friendship with Dave. There were few surprises and a lot of shared
interests and jokes. They'd shared very close secrets, had very few
fights and were just as comfortable together as apart.
	"So." Dave said, waving his hand idly and searching for words.
	Neil started to laugh, hard. Dave looked bewildered, then
laughed as well. Ruth didn't seem to get the joke. "What are you two
laughing' about?!"
	Neil held up a hand to try and placate her, but she was clearly
getting aggravated. "I'm sorry Ruth, its just seeing Dave tongue
tied... I mean, how does this conversation start, anyway?"
	Ruth relaxed slightly and grinned. "It starts when I take off
my shirt!" she said, reaching down.
	"Hey, wait for Harriet" Neil said.
	Dave grinned and Neil felt another twinge of jealousy. It
wasn't terrible, and he forced it down with a combination of lust for
Ruth, his lack of real love for Harriet and his long time friendship
with Dave.
	They started an animated discussion about their best and worst
students, which led to their worst days in the saddle. Ruth was
describing a long, wet and cold ride and the chafing that went along
with it in gruesome detail when there was a very timid knock at the
door.
	Dave reached over and opened it and Harriet swept in, wearing a
robe.
	Everyone exchanged glances and she blushed. "I... actually got
cold feet" she admitted. When Dave and Neil looked odd she smirked
"WE do get nervous, you know. It's not like I've done.. THIS before."
with that, she opened her robe and revealed there was nothing
underneath. She pulled it closed quickly and sat down. "Its a bit
overwhelming."
	"Well you've at least had both of them" Ruth said quietly. When
Dave and Neil looked at her in surprise she grimaced. "I know what
she's feeling, but I set this whole thing up. Harriet could back out,
but if I did.. I'd look like a giant tease"
	"And Dave and I would have been stuck here." Neil said.
	"Alone" Dave agreed, giving Neil a joking look.
	"Naked"
	"Sweaty"
	"Playing video games" Neil finished, completing their
long-running mantra.
	The girls laughed, and there seemed to be a lighter feel to the
room.
	Ruth slid forward and gathered up her courage. "Look. We've all
had Dave."
	Neil protested, but Ruth threw a pillow at him.
	"But I haven't... done anything with Neil. So I'm going to
start on this side of the room while you two get reacquainted."
	Harriet nodded and Neil found himself pulled to the bed where
Ruth sat on his lap. It was odd, she was facing him so they were more
or less in a good position for seated sex, but she was shy and timid
about touching him.
	Neil eventually drew her in for a kiss and the Ruth he knew
reappeared. She was suddenly hungry and bold, drawing his tongue out
and kissing him deeply.
	She ran her hands along his back and groaned a laugh when his
cock reacted, stiffening in his lap against her thigh. Their French
kiss dragged on and Neil simply enjoyed it, feeling her explore his
reactions, rub his shoulders and back and noting her reactions. He
could also hear Harriet and Dave going at it and waited for the
jealousy to return. It was interesting, but apparently having a ready
and willing girl in your own lap helps reduce the slight jealousy of
having your friend with benefits sex up your friend.
	Neil had a spark of inspiration and slid Ruth off his lap,
turning her so she could watch Dave and Harriet. Harriet had her robe
open and was sitting on Dave's lap just as Ruth had been. Dave's hands
were inside her robe, exploring freely and the pair were clearly
enjoying themselves.
	Neil moved behind Ruth as she watched, sitting on the bed and
running his hands down her sides and up her back. He kissed her neck
and started to whisper in her ear.
	"Do you like watching Dave and Harriet?" he asked softly.
	Ruth's breathing was slowly increasing and she nodded, grabbing
one of his roaming hands and squeezing it.
	Neil brushed the other across her breast and slid it down her
stomach, then around and up her back. "What is your biggest fantasy
tonight? I mean, two guys and a girl, that's a lot of possibilities."

	Ruth nodded quickly and moaned when he found her breast again.
She let go of his hands and reached up to hold his head at her
shoulder. "Both of you... in me at once."
	"Ah. .. That still leaves a lot of options, though. Both us us
in you how?"
	Ruth shuddered. "One in my... vagina..one in."
	"Your Va-gi-na? Don't you mean your pussy?"
	She shivered, loving the language shift. "My pussy... my CUNT.
And one in my mouth."
	Neil nodded, cupping both breasts through her shirt and sliding
his hands over her engorged nipples. "But what about Harriet?"
	"Fuck Harriet" she gasped as he found a nipple and tweaked it
gently.
	"I can't, I'll be in your pussy" he said, sliding his hand down
and cupping her sex through her shorts.
	Ruth groaned and found his mouth with hers, french kissing him
with a vengeance. "Damn you, you are good..." she grumbled. She
turned on the bed to get a better position. Neil tried to keep her in
place, but she moved past his grasp.
	"I'm not your little bitch, doing your whim" she said with a
twinkle.
	Neil smiled and she slid up to him, running her hands up his
legs past his crotch and up his stomach. She took his shirt along and
finally pulled it over his head. "Ay, now you're overdressed!"
	Ruth whipped her shirt off, revealing her large breasts in a
simple white bra.
	Neil nodded in satisfaction and was tackled onto the bed. Ruth
lay over him, kissing him then moving down his chest, licking. Neil
let her have her way, but resolved to fight her all night if he had
to. He'd be willing to wrestle to a draw, but he wasn't giving in. A
noise to his left drew his attention, and he rolled his head and saw
Dave with Harriet in his lap, sucking him. Dave spotted him and
smiled, giving him the ok sign as a question. Neil nodded then gave
him a big thumbs up, which Dave grinned at, then flinched as Harriet
fought for his attention.
	Ruth had licked her way down to his waistband and was trying to
unbutton it when Neil decided he needed to reassert his equality. He
shifted and rolled cleanly off the bed, coming to a stand and giving
Ruth a little "ta-da" pose.
	She frowned and pouted, so he whipped off his shorts, revealing
his standard riding shorts. Ruth rolled her eyes and he reached out a
hand.
	"I think were being left behind." he said.
	Ruth waved them off. "Not a race."
	"Well, no. But if you want Dave to still manage an erection,
you've got Harriet to worry about"
	Ruth glanced over and frowned. "HEY, NO sucking him off yet.
I've got plans for that." she said.
	Harriet started to laugh and had to back off Dave's cock.
	Ruth stripped quickly and slid to the end of the bed. "Come
lick me instead. Give him a break."
	Harriet jumped up and curtsied, leaving Dave to catch his
breath. When she dropped to her knees in front of Ruth she grinned up
at Neil. "I see you got her all wet for me."
	Neil nodded and pulled off his shorts. While Harriet worked on
Ruth, he lay next to her and kissed her. Between moans she found his
penis and stroked it and he rubbed her breasts. Ruth started to pant
and Neil slid up, pulled her head over and she quickly got the
message. With a slight reshuffle in positions, she pulled him close
and engulfed his cock with her mouth.
	Dave recovered and joined them, pulling Harriet onto her hands
and knees, then laying down behind her and licking her. It was an
interesting oral chain. Dave licking Harriet, who was licking Ruth
who was sucking Neil.
	Neil noted that Ruth was not nearly as good as Harriet, but she
was attentive and careful, which meant he wasn't in any danger of
finishing. After a minute of slurping and groaning, however, he felt
like moving on. As he pulled out, Ruth groaned in disappointment. He
slid down and displaced a shuddering Harriet.
	"I was promised some new pussy, and I intend to have it" Neil
said, pulling Ruth's legs onto the bed. He slid between her knees and
licked his way up her chest, taking in both nipples in turn and
sucking them.
	She groaned, reaching down and grabbing his back, trying to
reach his ass. "Fuck me, Neil... oh damn I've wanted this..."
	Neil moved up, slowing sliding his cockhead along her wet slit
and wiggling it on her clit. "Mmm. In a second. " he said. Neil took
a moment to enjoy the view. Ruth had lost a little weight, but still
had some tummy left. It was hot, comparing Ruth and Harriet while
they were both nude and next to each other. Ruth's short, spiky hair
was in disarray, her face shining with lust, her large breasts
heaving as she gasped and moaned. Neil finally slid back on his knees
and pulled Ruth's knees up, giving him a great view as he slid his
cock into her, splitting her well-trimmed pussy lips and sinking into
her depths.
	Ruth groaned, meeting his stroke and grabbing her breasts.
"Yes.. fuck yes... fuck...fuck.." she grunted, matching each stroke
with a grunt. She reached down and spread herself, playing with her
clit with one hand.
	Neil watched in fascination and suddenly stopped moving.
	Ruth gasped and opened her eyes. "Hey? What's wrong?" Neil
shook his head. "Wait..fuck..too much".
	Ruth laughed, drawing the attention of Harriet and Dave, who
were fucking doggy style on the floor. "Sorry.. Harriet said you were
superman!"
	Neil grinned and shook his head. "You're just. .a bit much
right there." he said. It had shocked him how fast he'd ramped up,
and now he had to simply sit still to keep from exploding. To keep
Ruth happy, he started to flex his buttocks, causing his penis to
enlarge slightly. He also started to play with her clit, gently
rubbing it in matching rhythm.
	"Oh.. shit yeah..." she whispered, laying stock still. Her face
shifted from amusement to amazement. "You are good..." she whispered.
	On the side, Dave started to grunt and pulled out of Harriet.
"OK, break time. I NEED A SODA" he growled, walking over to a little
mini-fridge and pulling a bottle out. Harriet and Ruth laughed and he
flicked them off.
	"This is a goddamn SHOW in here. I can't see how us guys have
lasted this long"
	With nothing else to do, Harriet moved up and started to suck
one of Ruth's breasts. Neil could feel her response and noted that
Ruth was much further than he thought. When Harriet looked down, he
signaled her and made an orgasm face, pointing to Ruth. Harriet
nodded and waved Dave over.
	They conversed quietly and Neil started to move again, sliding
in and out gently while flicking Ruth's clit. She groaned and played
with her breasts, then grunted in surprise and joy as Dave slid into
her mouth. Her face flushed, then went scarlet as Harriet began
licking her breasts, then slid down to lick her clit again. Neil had
to lean way back to grant her access, but it took some of the
pressure off and he was more than happy, even with the odd position
and uncomfortable muscles. Dave started to thrust into Ruth's mouth,
and even ran the cold bottle down his stomach, giving Neil a face
that indicated it was a bit of a struggle not to finish yet.
	Neil was fighting his own battle. He closed his eyes and fought
it, knowing it was going to be tough to hold out. He glanced down at
Ruth from time to time, and felt pretty sure they wouldn't have to go
on for long.
	Ruth lay with her face turned sideways on the edge of the bed
so Dave could slide in and out of her mouth. He was going slow but
steady, allowing her to use her tongue a bit. Ruth's right hand moved
from Harriet's back to Dave's dick, as if she couldn't decide where
she wanted it. Her other hand was steadily pulling on her nipple and
mauling her breast. Harriet was at full speed, her tongue writhing
over Ruth's clit and Neil refused to watch his dick, just a half inch
below, slamming in and out of Ruth's pussy. Ruth's moans and groans
increased in speed and volume quickly, building to a crescendo of
grunts and growls until she clenched down and began grinding into
Harriet's mouth. Neil felt his cock massaged by her spasming vagina
and almost punched himself in the leg to fight the urge to come.
Harriet had to fight for her position as Ruth's jerking bucked her up
and down.
	Dave, however, lost his battle. With a growl and a sudden "NO..
OH FUCK NO!" he blasted into Ruth's mouth, jerking his knees into the
mattress and finally leaning over and slamming into her. When Dave
fell back into the chair, Ruth pulled Harriet off, Neil pulled free
and she lay still. After a few moments in a room filled with heavy
breathing and grunts, she moaned and sat up.
	"Oh.. m'god that was so good" she growled.
	Harriet laughed and stood, pulling Ruth close. "Glad you liked
it."
	Neil found a comfortable seat and relaxed, trying to calm
himself down. He'd never come so close to finishing, and he needed a
break. He glanced over at Dave, who looked back with a grumpy
expression.
	"I'm out...for a bit" he said.
	Dave gave him a nod, then made a gesture with his hand, showing
his finger and thumb about a quarter inch apart. "That close, man"
	Dave laughed and leaned back. "Dammit. That was hot as shit"
	Ruth chuckled and sat up completely. Well, two of us are happy,
and two of us aren't done yet"
	Harriet yipped and jumped up, sitting on the bed very ladylike.
"I'd like to order an oral massage.."
	Ruth laughed and slid down to the floor, moving between
Harriet's legs. "I'll return the favor" she said.
	Neil watched in fascination as the two went at it, finally
getting up to enjoy some oral attention from Harriet. As he started
to thrust faster, though, she stopped him.
	"My mouth needs a break" she said with a chuckle. "you can
have... anything else"
	Neil heard Ruth agree and moved Harriet around on the bed. He'd
already enjoyed Ruth, so he slid into Harriet gently, watching in rapt
ecstasy as Ruth came up and began licking. He kept his pace very slow,
leaning back and watching the show.
	As he slid in and out, Ruth watched from above, moaning. At one
point she lifted up and Neil pulled out of Harriet and slid into her
mouth. It was unbelievable. The shift in temperature, texture and the
visual experience brought Neil's monster to life. He slid back and
forth a few times, but didn't want to finish until Harriet had. Ruth
seemed to understand and went to work on Harriet's clit, licking hard
and fast. Harriet responded, and Neil felt her grunt happily,
thrusting down on him. He tried to keep pace, but it was too much, so
he let her move around. Neil leaned back as far as he could, seeing if
he could rub against her g-spot, but he didn't think it was working.
	Regardless, Harriet started to finish, reaching down and
grabbing Ruth's face and grinding mercilessly, turning her head and
shouting in her pillow.
	In the end, Neil found himself last on the list, a position he
was more than happy with. Harriet and Ruth argued over who'd get to
fuck him last, but Ruth won since Harriet had been with him before.
Neil was rock hard listening to the debate, and moved toward Ruth,
only to get shoved down onto the bed.
	"You've been a little director in this porn film so far" she
growled, climbing on top of him. "Now I'm in the saddle". Ruth
reached down between them grasped his dick firmly and slid down on
top of it, groaning in pleasure. "Now you just lay there and get
fucked like a good boy" she growled.
	Neil was a little surprised at her tone, and was downright
shocked when she began to ride him. Ruth lifted one leg into a seated
position, the other supported her in a kneeling position and she began
to slam down onto him with powerful, almost jarring thrusts. Neil
looked down between them, fascinated by the sight of her splayed
legs, open pussy and his red cock sliding up and into her. Ruth
growled and grunted, moving steadily faster and faster on top of him.

	Neil reached up and grabbed a breast, which Ruth seemed to
almost ignore. She leaned forward so he had better access and simply
rode him, bringing herself down onto him over and over. In the
position, Neil was essentially trapped. He couldn't move, he dare not
risk thrusting against her slamming drives and he had no means to do
anything except lay still. It was maddening to his need for control,
but he also was in enormous pleasure, feeling Ruth's pussy take him
again and again, rubbing down his shaft. He tried to resist, but
there was no image he could sustain in his mind through the thrusts.
Each time Ruth dropped, his mental image would shatter and the
physical sensations flooded his brain. He tried to slow her, but she
refused to budge, even pulling upward so he couldn't play with her
nipples. There was no sensation except her sex taking him. Nothing to
look at except the inside of his eyelids or Ruth, in blissful control,
fucking him at her will. There was no escape from the rapid build.
	"Ruth... dammit... slow down... I'm too close"
	"Then come in me"
	"No..I want..."
	"You want to come inside me"
	"Other things, we can"
	"No."
	"Ruuuth....tooo much..."
	"Come in me, Neil. Come inside my pussy. DO IT"
	"No...no...NOOO...OH!!!FUCCKKKK...RUUUUUTHHH" Neil was beyond
thought, the beat of her body into his, his inability to block
anything out, the visual overload, the singular sensation of her
taking him in, it was impossible to fight. He tensed and lay back, he
eyes open wide. Ruth sensed his release and leaned down, somehow
doubling her pace, slapping down on him like a rock drum beat,
leaning in.
	"Yes Neil, I've wanted this night for so long and you are going
to give me everything. Come..in...me" she growled.
	Neil complied. He emptied himself into her, firing upward as
she pounded down. He reached up and held her as she brought him to
orgasm, her ass rising and falling. Neil lost touch with reality and
floated in an ocean of bliss, then floated back down into reality.
	Ruth was still on him, laying and breathing deeply. He could
feel his limp member inside her, coated with semen. Then she was
laughing in his shoulder.
	"What?" he whispered.
	"You. You are a fucking tough nut to crack." she joked.
	"Am I?"
	"My poor legs... Jesus Neil, I can barely move"
	Neil hugged her close. "Then don't"
	"Ug, I wish... but I have to or I'll cramp up."
	Neil refused to let her go until she kissed him.
	"Harriet was right.", she whispered, collapsing next to him on
the bed.
	"Mmm?"
	"You are a fantastic fuck"

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