Caroline was a city girl. She loved her brownstone and the sights and smells and excitement of living in the city. She had lived in Chicago for all of her fourteen years, and wouldn’t have it any other way.
Dee was led back to the bedroom and told to shower herself. The water felt soothing on her skin as her mind thought back to the encounters of that evening. Never had she felt an intensity of ecstasy as she felt then. Her pussy was tingling with the memory of the snake that had entered her and extended her cunt like she had never known before. Now she had been told that she was to be taken by a horse. She was excited by the thought and could feel her pussy getting wet. Her fingers wandered down to her clit and she began to gently stimulate herself, alternating between dipping her fingers into her cunt and nipping her clit with her fingers. “Well, can’t you get enough my little darling”
An cool evening mist settled across the rolling fields of Timberville Farm. The gentle crooning of the cattle returning home drifted through the closing dusk. There was a Landrover bumping up the dirty track to the old style flint-brick farmhouse. The gravel in the yard crunched as the tyre bit in under the force of the brakes and the Landrover creaked to a halt. The drivers door opened and out stepped Sarah Matthews, head veterinary nurse for the Timberville district. She had tied her blonde hair back and, shouldering her bag, walked over to the front door of the farmhouse, pausing only to look across the darkening hills, savoring the cool evening air. She grasped the iron door-knocker’s knurled hammer and banged on the door. The farmer’s wife, Martha, opened the door. The warm, moist air from the inside causing a light condensation on Sarah’s driving glasses.
I had been going with Vanessa for almost a year and knew she was into “kinky” and liked to try new sexual adventures. When she was in just the right mood, she liked to be bound and mildly tortured. Not any real pain, but just enough discomfort to remind her that she had given me complete control of her body. She said she hated it when I would bring her tightly bound (and sometimes gagged) body to the edge of orgasm and then stop but I knew she didn’t want me to stop doing it as a part of our “play”. We had set up a Master/slave part of our sex life and she loved being dominated from time to time and “forced” to do things the “real” Vanessa would never do. I introduced her to anal sex that way and it soon became a part of our “normal” sex life as well.
Sandy had always been interested in horses. She had started taking riding lessons at the age of 14 after seeing a friend of hers in a show. Riding a horse had given her many mixed feelings including the feeling of dominance over a huge and beautiful creature. The occasionally pleasant physical sensations of riding were not lost on her either. The feeling of the saddle pushing the thick crease of her riding britches into her already spread crotch gave her many pleasant memories of what would have been otherwise forgotten riding expeditions. For many years the smell of leather would cause a twitch between her thighs.
Part 2
Debbie and Dee walked naked out into the garden shivering with anticipation. Dee felt her nipples stiffen in the cool night air. Debbie’s pussy was beginning to drip with moisture at the thought of what was to come. Debbie couldn’t resist the temptation and draped her arm around Dee’s shoulders and cupped her breast with her hand. Dee quivered as Debbie gently squeezed her breast and began to roll her nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
