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Subject: Title story: "Hosepipe - Part 2" Author: Cound Alucard 49196253
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Hosepipe - Part 2
After a bit, Angela noticed I wasn't paying attention and decided to change
tack. She removed the pole and retied my limbs from being around the tree to
more broom handles. Half by my squirming, half by pulling on my hair, she got me
over to the still empty paddling pool and secured
me so I was streached out face upwards with my legs and arms spread wide by the
poles. Gagging me with the long discarded swimming briefs, she sat astride my
stomach, bounced up and down a bit, then got to work on my nipples with her
jagged fingernails.
Unfortunatly, what with her teasing, tickling and taunting me, leaning forwards
so her breasts were opposite my eyes then slapping me if I moved, she couldn't
see behind her. Unfortunatly I say because when she leant backwards she was
surprised to feel the length of my now flagpole-like
penis against her crotch. Having slid forwards again, she turned to see what it
was, blushed with anger then screwed up her fist and hit me, as hard as she
could, bruising my cheekbone and giving me a black eye.
This did not please me. I spat the gag out and swore at her, accusing her of not
keeping promises and telling her to wash me off and let me go. Angela sprang up
and stood there, shaking with adrenaline, then sprinted off to the house. I
lowered my voice, not wanting the adults to find me like this and, being unable
to slip her excessive knots, I remained where I was trying to free the poles
from the objects she had attached them to.
Sauntering back about ten minutes later, lugging a bag, she knelt beside me,
kissed me and said she would keep her promise. Producing some liquid soap she
got the hose and gently started to wash off the caked blood from my thin,
slightly tanned body. While she massaged my limbs I rested my head on the
inflated rubbed edge of the pool and relaxed. Surprisingly her attitude seemed
to have changed. She no longed minded my erection when she cleaned that part of
my body. The only thing she said about it was that she had plans. I was too far
gone to take much notice.
Cleaning my buttocks she ran her soapy fingers down my crack then gently rubbed
a fingertip back and forth over the entrance to my passage. Relaxed as I was it
slipped right in. Bushwacked! I recon she must have had some sort of fixation.
Pushing her finger further in then bending it round she started massaging me
from the inside. Then, when my Nelson's column was sufficiently at attention,
she straddled my body and lowered herself down. Hooking the crotch of her suit
to one side she rubbed at herself for a bit with the hose, then lowered herself
and inch at a time. My poor prick felt like a wolf in a storm, creeping into an
apparently welcoming fire lit cave, but still unsure of his reception.
Finally managing to sit down, hugging my animal better than any fur coat, she
started to rock back and forth. I started to get twitches from the soap left
inside me by her fingers and bucked up and down for a bit. Losing her grim
expression, Angela started to wave her arm around like a cowgirl in a rodeo,
thashing every which way and twisting her hips, daring
me to throw her. Soon though, tired by my earlier ordeal, I stopped. Angela
continued for a bit, then pouted. Suddenly her face lit up and she
climbed off me.
"Everytime I treat you badly," she explained, "you get hard."
"Uh oh," I thought.
Producing a baloon from her bag she filled it with soapy water then put it in my
mouth. Having learnt from the last attempt, she secured it in with tape and
warned me not to burst it or recieve a mouth of soap. Next she emptied the water
from the pool and turned the tap to full hot. As soon as she started running it
in the pool, I arched my back, lifting my body clear. When she had sufficient in
the pool she turned the water down to slow and warm. Then, standing on the
opposite side of the pool to my head, she stripped and started to clean herself.
By totally arching my twelve year old body and leaning my head back, I found I
could watch her between my legs. She was alternating between wiping sweat off
and shooting water up her cunt. Then she lay back on the grass, spread her legs
wide and pushed the snake like hose down into her mythic whirlpool. The hose had
a larger radius than my statue of liberty and she gave small grunts each time
she worked it further in, water flowing prodigiously as mead of inspiration. She
seemed to be trying to expand her tunnel, though why I was not sure. When
satisified
she goto up, measured a distance of thirty paces back, then started to run. I
mentioned earlier that she was a gymnast; well, she started into one of her
series of flic-flacs. I recognised this particular exercise, which scared the
hell out of me, since it was the one that ended with a landing that carried on
down to the splits. Towards me she charged, and of course as she neared I
flinched and landed in the water - as she had planned, the two-timing, no-good,
double-crossing dastardly bitch. Landing with a peel of laughter several feet
beyond the pool, she came back over and mounted
me. This time, I dared not flag. I had been briefly scalded when I landed and
the steam reminded me each time she drove down on my fleshy arch.
I was getting into this, the cramp tension from my limbs adding to the various
aches and burns, not forgetting the rapidly increasing liquid
feeling from the soap inside my butt, when a wave of numbness swept from
somewhere inside my pelvis to my brain and I saw a disgusted look on Angela's
face as spurts of searing sperm slid from her slippery snatch. She got off me
and cleaned her self out with the hose. Leaning over to the side I carefully
burst her gag so the water went out of my mouth not in, then asked her to clean
out the soap at the same time. Still highly
turned on and unsatisified, Angela came over rearranged my bonds, so my arms
were tied behind my back, my legs were held apart and my body was on its front
in the now cooler water of the pool. Then she took the squeezy bottle of soap,
held it before my face and, ignoring my pleadings, sent a whole cup full of
stinging runny liquid jetting up my ass. Working in one finger, then two, she
informed me that I would have to promise to lick her to a finish before she
would help me.
Well, a close up view of her hole was what I had been trying to get all along. I
agreed (well, yelled out OK, which is a type of agreement), and she took the
hose, which was still gently running, and held it against my anus. Widened by
her fingers it easily moved in five inches. With this I was comfortable and
started to let out the horrid soap. Then I discovered why she had added the
extra lubrication. Rotating the hose one direction then in the other, she
started to increase the pressure. I leant forwards to get away but there was no
escape. With a little shove, the hose inside me bent and opening up some
clenched muscles inside me, then rammed the same length again further in. The
silly thing was, I couldn't stop it because I had to keep straining to let the
water out. How Angela knew the effect it would have, I could only speculate.
Still, she must have gotten bored those long summers in this remote house, with
only garden tools to experiment around with. Angela took some string and tied
the hose in place so it couldn't be pushed out.
She sat down infront of me and hooked her legs over my neck, holding my head in
a scissor grip, pointed at her groin and commanded lick. I licked. As she got
nearer her point of no return the grip became stronger and I started to have
breathing difficulties. The water pouring from my behind was making the level in
the pool rise. It was already at my chin. Every time I got aroused and my anus
contracted, my colon started to fill with water and stretch until I had to
release it. Further more, the muscles in my rear were becoming fatigued from
continually straining to keep my hole open. The water level rose above my mouth.
I now couln't complain. My tongue frantically worked inside her, trying to bring
her to completion before I drowned. She groaned and rolled her hips. I was
hyperventilating through my nose. My body slammed in the water like a minnow
being chased by a pike. I started to take in water. My agitation had caused me
to be profoundly aroused, which tender lower fin was banging against the rubber
bottom of the pool. I couldn't breath. I rammed my nose against her and bit her
clitoris. She closed my windpipe and as I lost consciousness we came.
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