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Authors: C. P. Mandara
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there was a long stroke up the inside of her thigh, but not with fingers. It was something soft, something wet. Oh, no! A face was pressed into her behind and it was a tongue licking at her. He administered tiny licks, flicks and swirls as he made his way up her left thigh, stopping tantalisingly shy of her pussy lips. He then began to repeat the process on the other side, again stopping just before he reached the promised zone. Jenny's hip-swaying was increasing in intensity. There were more laughs from the crowd.
'Should we let Dusty have a little suck?' the elderly lady said.
The crowd sniggered. Jenny could tell by the volume of the gathering that more people had come to watch her predicament. Her cheeks flooded the deepest crimson and then, all thought fled as Dusty began to do as his owner had bid. His warm, velvety tongue began to thrust inside her, transferring yet more of the tea-tree oil mixture. Jenny's body began to leak the telltale evidence of her arousal in response. He lapped it up neatly, before it could slip down her legs. His tongue danced on her pussy, teasing each little fold into fullness. When his tongue found her clit and started to lap her up like a chocolate-fudge ice-cream sundae, it was nearly her undoing. She wanted to arch her neck as pleasure began to spiral through her, wanted to push her backside out and grind it into his face, wanted to scream at him to press his tongue into her a little bit harder and all she could actually manage was a mewl of frustration.
'That's enough, Dusty,' said his owner. Obediently Dusty stopped and shuffled backwards, away from the straining pony girl in front of him.
Jenny released a strangled sob of frustration and still her hips beat a lascivious path from left to right. Trying to still them with every ounce of willpower she possessed, she might as well have tried to discover the secret of time travel. It was impossible. She screamed.
The laughter intensified around her and vulgar comments were bandied back and forth.
'Who's going to stick their tongue into her next?'
'I'd love to get my hands on that mouth and plug it good and proper.'
'Nah, I'd bounce those tits up and down and take her ass.'
Jenny tried her hardest to ignore them, but it was rather difficult when naked, blindfolded, the centre of attention and unsure what the hell was going to happen next.
'Legend, why don't you have a go? But you're not to let her orgasm. I'll have your balls if you disobey me.' It was the man with the deliciously deep and virile voice again.
Another face pressed against Jenny's bottom. He nipped her cheeks playfully and she let out a loud squawk, much to the continued amusement of the crowd. He then proceeded to do his 'thing', and it wasn't long before Jenny decided Legend had been aptly named. He was a God with that tongue of his. He suckled and pushed, pulled and slurped and it wasn't long before she was bouncing up and down and frothing at the mouth, and reaching the knife-edge of climax once more she was shamefully devastated when he stopped and pulled away. How could he have timed that so perfectly? No. No! She couldn't take much more of this. Releasing another pent-up sob of frustration she stomped her knees in the dirt. Raucous laughter followed that action and her cheeks blushed cherry-red, again.
'Your turn, Mac.'
And so the torment went on. Jenny lost count somewhere after five. Her body was a seething mass of over stimulated nerve-endings and volcanic lava. It flowed and ebbed through every pore of her body and she was fighting exhaustion from having her body expertly strung out and kept continuously on the brink of release. The suffering was such that she was positive she wouldn't have felt any worse had someone shot ten thousand volts into her. Finally her head slumped forward into the stocks and her back collapsed, arcing painfully downwards.
'That's enough, folks. Time's up.'
Jenny registered the voice, somewhere in the back of her head, as
'Should we let Dusty have a little suck?' the elderly lady said.
The crowd sniggered. Jenny could tell by the volume of the gathering that more people had come to watch her predicament. Her cheeks flooded the deepest crimson and then, all thought fled as Dusty began to do as his owner had bid. His warm, velvety tongue began to thrust inside her, transferring yet more of the tea-tree oil mixture. Jenny's body began to leak the telltale evidence of her arousal in response. He lapped it up neatly, before it could slip down her legs. His tongue danced on her pussy, teasing each little fold into fullness. When his tongue found her clit and started to lap her up like a chocolate-fudge ice-cream sundae, it was nearly her undoing. She wanted to arch her neck as pleasure began to spiral through her, wanted to push her backside out and grind it into his face, wanted to scream at him to press his tongue into her a little bit harder and all she could actually manage was a mewl of frustration.
'That's enough, Dusty,' said his owner. Obediently Dusty stopped and shuffled backwards, away from the straining pony girl in front of him.
Jenny released a strangled sob of frustration and still her hips beat a lascivious path from left to right. Trying to still them with every ounce of willpower she possessed, she might as well have tried to discover the secret of time travel. It was impossible. She screamed.
The laughter intensified around her and vulgar comments were bandied back and forth.
'Who's going to stick their tongue into her next?'
'I'd love to get my hands on that mouth and plug it good and proper.'
'Nah, I'd bounce those tits up and down and take her ass.'
Jenny tried her hardest to ignore them, but it was rather difficult when naked, blindfolded, the centre of attention and unsure what the hell was going to happen next.
'Legend, why don't you have a go? But you're not to let her orgasm. I'll have your balls if you disobey me.' It was the man with the deliciously deep and virile voice again.
Another face pressed against Jenny's bottom. He nipped her cheeks playfully and she let out a loud squawk, much to the continued amusement of the crowd. He then proceeded to do his 'thing', and it wasn't long before Jenny decided Legend had been aptly named. He was a God with that tongue of his. He suckled and pushed, pulled and slurped and it wasn't long before she was bouncing up and down and frothing at the mouth, and reaching the knife-edge of climax once more she was shamefully devastated when he stopped and pulled away. How could he have timed that so perfectly? No. No! She couldn't take much more of this. Releasing another pent-up sob of frustration she stomped her knees in the dirt. Raucous laughter followed that action and her cheeks blushed cherry-red, again.
'Your turn, Mac.'
And so the torment went on. Jenny lost count somewhere after five. Her body was a seething mass of over stimulated nerve-endings and volcanic lava. It flowed and ebbed through every pore of her body and she was fighting exhaustion from having her body expertly strung out and kept continuously on the brink of release. The suffering was such that she was positive she wouldn't have felt any worse had someone shot ten thousand volts into her. Finally her head slumped forward into the stocks and her back collapsed, arcing painfully downwards.
'That's enough, folks. Time's up.'
Jenny registered the voice, somewhere in the back of her head, as
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