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Subject: Title story: "Hosepipe - Part 2" Author: Cound Alucard 85455511
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Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2006 05:37:32 +0000
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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 ...
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