## Archive-name: hosepipe.2

From: count@nyx.cs.du.edu (Carl Ount)

Subject: STORY: hosepipe[2]

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Hosepipe - Part 2

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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.

(c) 1992 Cound Alucard

I hope you enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it. All e-mail and suggestions welcome - I would like to improve my writing.

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