Fannie Cheats at the Jumping Race

It was a nice summer day, hot and quiet.

As we walked together along a line of tree, I couldn't keep my eyes off Fannie.

Her light summer dress underlined a sumptuous pair of tits and it was short enough to not hide anything about her long and thin legs.

We'd been flirting a lot for a week, and the sexual tension between us was at its height as we moved into a good position to watch over her husband who was about to do his second jumping run.

We finally reached our location, on top of a small hill, with a wooden railing basking in the shade of tall trees. We were alone up there, apparently no one thought it would be a good idea to walk up there in the heat. But the position was perfect to see the horses jump over oxers and triple bars.

Fannie caught me staring at her cleavage and gave me an amused grin.

- (Fannie, teasing) Well, isn't this the best place like I told you? In addition... it's very calm... what if... how about you give me a massage while waiting for Pierre's turn?

I felt myself blush and smiled. She loved my massages, and that's how I managed to get this beautiful woman ten years older than me to let me caress her body.

The day before, I was even able to caress her breasts under her sweater while we were both sitting in the back of her husband Pierre's car. It was maddening to feel her huge breasts in my hands, to feel them through her bra... I had spent the evening masturbating while thinking of her, speaking with her husband as I enjoyed her body... crazy stuff...

- (Me, grinning) Of course... I think you need to relax a bit with all these walks... and you seem to like more and more my massages...

She squinted and smiled before turning to the railing and waiting for me to start the massage. I approached her, smelling her sweet perfume, and she grabbed her long black hair as she always did during the massage. I put a hand on his shoulder and beginning my massage, I ran the full length of his spine with my finger. The fabric of the dress was so soft and light that I could feel her skin just underneath.

- (Fannie, softly) You can do it like yesterday... it felt real good.

- (Me, gently but excitedly) Of course! Just relax...

I knew what it meant. She wanted me to go further. That little dress had not been chosen randomly. She wanted me to feel her, grope her... and maybe more.

My hands began to work her shoulders, making sure I got all her muscles just right. As I began to move to her lower back, she closed her eyes and moved her head a bit. When my left hand went down on her back, she nodded, slowly arching and bending, until my hand reached her butt, firm and juicy. She stopped nodding, and I let my hand rest on her lower back.

I took her neck with my other hand and started to massage gently, moving to the sides of her jaw and finally her chin. Her breathing became heavy as I worked.

I began to squeeze her butt lightly.

This seemed to please her, and she leaned slightly forward on the rail. She let her hair fall, and her shoulders dropped.

Then she looked back at me and smiled. I almost lost it. She was so gorgeous, with her dark hair and those green eyes... I didn't know why my heart was beating so fast.

I looked around to see if anyone could see us. But she had chosen a great spot. I squeezed her butt tighter. She bit her lip and gave me a naughty look, before turning back to the jumping race.

She undulated her back slowly, enjoying the massage, making her heavy tits giggle as she moved.

God, I'd kill for them...

I moved my hand up to her breast, cupping the left one. She moaned a bit, arched and pushed her ass towards me.

I could feel my hard dick rubbing against her butt cheeks.

My second hand came to cup her right breast.

I slightly squeezed the two massaging them through her heavy bra.

She whimpered and arched her hips more, pressing herself against me.

I felt a rush of adrenaline as she gasped.

- (Fannie, surprised) Look, it's Pierre!

I quickly removed my hands from her breasts and went to her side. Pierre, with his horse helmet, was indeed entering the obstacle course, riding his brown horse Lapida.

Fannie waved to him, and he waved back to us, before breaking in a little gallop and focusing on his run.

Meanwhile, my left hand crept on Fannie's ass, and began to caress her but again.

Forbidden tastes are the sweetest, and was the act of groping her sublime ass in public as her husband competed a hundred yards away a sweet thing!

I squeezed her again, and this time she moaned out loud. I turned to look at her, as her lips pulled into a big smile and she looked at me with such pure lust in her eyes.

I felt blood rushing to my groin at an accelerated rate. It was too late to stop myself.

Encouraged by her attitude, my hand sneaked under her dress, between her legs, to feel her panties. They were moist already. Hot.

She let her legs spread open slightly, giving me a better access to her eager pussy.

She shuddered as my index began to caress her entrance through the soft fabric.

Slowly... back and forth... working on her slit... from the hole to the clitoris... giving special attention her love button... titillating it softly with the pulp of my finger...

She began to pant, and her grip on the rails tightened.

As Pierre jumped the last hurdle, I decided to push my middle finger into her, as gently as possible, sliding her panties to the side. She didn't stop me. On the contrary, she even pushed back to get him inside her.

I cannot believe it wasn't on purpose that she started to do small jumps on the spot. Feigning to congratulate Pierre's spectacular run from afar, her tits bouncing in rhythm, she actually fucked herself on my finger for a few seconds, taking him deep inside her moistness.

It wasn't like I had any other choice. I inserted both fingers in her, pushing past her folds.

Her thighs pressed tightly together, trapping my finders inside her. It felt fucking amazing. My whole being melted in pleasure as she opened her mouth in a silent moan as my fingers slid further in and my thumb moved on the tip of her labias.

My heart hammered so fast, that it felt like my chest was about to explode with emotion.

Fannie groaned again, her hands gripping the rail tightly, as I began to finger her deeply and slowly.

It was a moment of perfection, which I would have wanted it to last more, if we had not heard someone shouting from afar.

A woma, was coming to us, walking quickly up the hill.

- (Catherine, happy) Fannie! It's incredible! He's in first place!

Our bodies snapped up as Catherine ran towards us. I pulled my fingers, and Fannie straightened her dress.

Catherine laughed looking at Fannie, whose face was blushing.

- (Catherine, joyful) Oh you've been rooting for him I see! He did so well!

- (Fannie, panting) Yes! So amazing! I'm... still shaking.

Catherine was the rightful owned of the horse Pierre had just rid, and she accompanied him on every race.

I couldn't imagine how exciting it must have been for her to see him win...but she had just deprived me of the most sensual pussy fingering of my life.

We had no other option than to follow Catherine to the stables to greet Pierre.

On the way, as I walked a few steps behind Fannie and Christine who were chatting cheerfully, I put my fingers under my nose discreetly to fill my nostrils with Fannie's wetness, her still warm love juice coating my middle and ring fingers.

When we arrived, her husband Pierre was standing by a stall, talking to our common friend while holding his horse by the bridle.

He seemed enthusiastic, and when he saw us, he kissed Catherine and hugged Fannie. He looked ecstatic and excited!

Everyone smiled happily as Pierre detailed his run with excruciating details, while I glanced at Fannie again. She was biting her lip to control a smile. I tried hard to keep from doing the same. It was not easy. This day I'd done something that made her happy, I was thrilled beyond words. It was just too fucking delicious.

We suddenly heard the speaker announce the results.

Pierre was obviously one of the riders who had to run one last time, in the hope of winning the cup.

Pierre jumped on his horse, proud and focused on victory. Everyone was cheering and chatting happily, following him out to the showground...except for me and Fannie, who stayed behind.

After everyone had gone, Fannie and I looked at each other. She touched my arm and kissed my cheek.

- (Fannie, seductive) Finally alone... now it's my turn... come.

She pulled me inside the stable. It was dark and warm with clean straw covering the floor. I grabbed her waist and she kissed me.

Her kisses were full of passion, and her taste was even hotter than her smell. My hand jumped to her tits and couldn't help squeezing them ruthlessly. She moaned and pushed me closer, squeezing my but.

Then she pushed me to the wall... going down on her knees. Was she was really... going to suck me? In this horse stall? I couldn't believe it.

This would be my first blowjob! I couldn't have asked for a better opportunity!

She pulled up my polo shirt and licked around my nipples, teasing the tips. I moaned and bucked my hips up, feeling the pressure building.

"Ahh fuck..." I breathed out, as her tongue made contact with my nipple again.

The pressure increased, and my cock was about to explode, so excited that when his hand came to stroke it through my summer pants, I couldn't help but encourage him to get down more quickly to relieve me. She dropped to her knees, her face in front of my groin as she undid my trouser belt.

With her long and slim fingers she pulled out my shaft, and stroked it slowly, making me moan as I laid back against the wall.

Then she moved her mouth over my cock, and as soon as it slipped inside her hot tight walls, she began to move on me. My hands found her hair and grabbed it, keeping my eyes shut and my head leaning back.

She held her own speed as she lapped her saliva on my skin, bobbing up and down. As her tongue worked faster and faster I felt my balls growing harder, and my body was beginning to shake with anticipation. My breathing became heavier and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

Suddenly a noise sounded outside the door...

"Oh God oh my God", I feared as my seed burst inside her.

The sound intensified and then overtook us. It was just a tractor passing. Looking down I saw Fannie concentrating on my cock, milking it, swallowing every bit of splunk she managed to squeeze out of it, making my legs weak.

Finally, after cleaning my cock with her tongue for a few seconds, she stood up, wiped off her mouth and grinned at me. Then she leaned and whispered.

- (Fanny, mischievous) You've got a very nice cock, Mister. I can't wait to get more of it.

She had a naughty grin on her face. I pulled my pants back up and gave her a kiss. I didn't mind that my seed had gone in that mouth at all. I was just crazy about her right now.

We waited until no one could see us and left the stall, rushing to the jump course to join the others. Fannie's breasts were bouncing as we walked fast, and I couldn't wait to see them free from her bra, finally available for me to enjoy, licking her nipples, nibbling on her nipples, tasting them greedily and...

The others were standing near the training course, with Pierre relaxing his horse. His final lap hadn't started yet.

I tried to think of something to do with Fannie, yet before I found anything it was Pierre's turn, and I found myself separated from Fannie as the others walked her away.

I followed the group.

We reached a small sloping area covered in sun-baked grass. I looked to my left and the place where we were previously, where I had so pleasantly jerked off Fannie's cunt, was indeed perfectly protected from the gaze of the spectator who had to face the sun to observe it.

As I looked around, having lost sight of Fannie, I felt something in my back. It was Fannie leaning against me, her full breasts pressing hard against my back.

I understood that with the crowd in such a small place, it was not so surprising that people were touching like that. And since everyone was concentrating on the race, our posture went unnoticed.

We watched Pierre's run. Honestly, I know he won, but my thoughts were elsewhere, focused on her body, her lips, her nipples, her pussy...

I knew, deep down, that I had to be gentle with Fannie, to give her everything she wanted, but my inner beast had been awakened for a moment, reminding me that she was mine, and only mine, from now on.

When everyone jumped as he crossed the finish line, I was surprised and clasped out of the moment, intoxicated as I was by her body pressed tightly against mine.

Catherine jumped on Fannie and quickly led her away, walking back with her to the stables with the others. I walked behind them, obnubilated by Fannie's butt who swayed right and left as she walked, her long hair following the motion, the short hem of her dress revealing her inner thighs...

I couldn't tear my eyes off her. The image of that beautiful ass was burned into my brain like a tattoo. I wanted nothing but to take her ass in my hands again, to bite it, to mark it...

I wouldn't wait another day to fuck her. She had given me my first blowjob, and what a tremendous experience! I still couldn't believe she had swallowed so ghoulishly my sperm...

At the stall, Pierre was ecstatic, but this time he didn't give any attention to his wife, and Fannie stayed on the fringe of the group of people who congratulated her husband.

My heart was beating heavily as my eyes fixed on Fannie, watching how she looked up, her eyes scanning for me. When she finally spotted me, the smile spread wide across her face, and she winked to me. Her eyes promised me what I wanted for tonight....

Two hours later, I finally managed to be alone with her again, as the rest of the group was dining and drinking inside a huge tent, celebrating Pierre's win.

I had gone outside, pretending to smoke a cigarette.

The night was beautiful, the crickets sang happily in the undergrowth in front of which I stood, leaning against a tree. A shadow crept out of the tent and walked towards me.

Fannie approached and hugged me tenderly. I hugged her back, kissing her neck softly. Her scent wafted towards me as I inhaled deeply; her skin had a natural scent, that of love and passion, of mutual desire and immediate attraction.

We kissed, our tongues dancing wildly.

Fannie led me a little further into the undergrowth, before placing herself against a tree bathed in almost total darkness, drawing me close to her, so that our hands could indulge in this exploration of our bodies that we wanted so much.

I felt her hands roam all around my chest, tracing my abs.

I grabbed her right breast from below, squeezing it eagerly. But what I wanted was to finally be able to feel her fabulous chest in the flesh.

Quickly, her bra was on the floor, her dress was down over her navel, and my head was in her glorious breasts, worshiping them with my hands, gently licking her nipples.

I pulled apart briefly to look at her. We stared intensely into each other's eyes.

Fannie whispered sweet words into my ears as her hand ran down to my groin, lowered my pants, reached inside my clothes, caressing my warm sweaty skin, sliding down to my hard dick.

I lifted her dress slightly, moving it higher, exposing her creamy thighs as they parted slightly, opening me fully as if inviting me to penetrate.

I did, and she was so wet that in one motion my manhood was basking in her warmths.

We sat like that for a while, enjoying the last leg of our day, the fulfillment of several days of flirtation and excitement.

My whole body was filled with immeasurable pleasure, and if I started to move it was the effect of an animal reaction, the reflex of a male finally possessing the object of his desire, the body of the beautiful Fannie who accompanied each of my thrusts with a movement of the hips and a brief gasp of pleasure.

It wasn't long before she came undone, moaning loudly as her nails dug my arms, pulling me deeper into her depths as I buried myself into the core of her body, filling her wombs with my seed, kissing her furiously as I did.

We hadn't been off for long, but we heard someone calling her from the tent, apparently Pierre who was now sufficiently drunk to laugh to the drunkard saying "To our women, to our horses, and the men who ride them".

If only he knew that I had just impregnated his wife with my seed...

Fannie quickly put her bra on, straightened her dress, kissed me and walked to the tent.

That night, I slept alone in my hotel room, thinking of her, wondering how and if we were going to make love again... I had a thousand ideas, among which it turned out that only a few worked, but the incredible way they did it certainly deserves a new episode, so epic were these new sexual adventures with Fannie.