like the petals of a flower. There it was, the fruit of her labour, hard, erect and begging for more.
So that was what he wanted.
The footsteps behind did not cease. She looked back into the darkness before walking on; she knew they were following and also what their intention was. Well, they would see everything they were coming to see . . . and more.
If they expected a straightforward fuck, then they were going to be sadly disappointed on this occasion. Much as she might want it herself, she knew that Auberon’s path to that end would be different from hers.
And they would be watching. She was sure of that, just as she was sure of the light scrunching of gravel she could hear from somewhere behind them.
‘We’d better do something about this,’ murmured Penny as she kissed his cheek and undid his flies.
His prick fell out, white, lean and topped with a foreskin like an unfolded toadstool. The moonlight caught it, giving it a ghostly appearance as they walked on. Like the cane of a blind man pointing the way, it jiggled from side to side as they walked. She enjoyed seeing that, and in order to maintain such an unusual sight, she pushed her finger as firmly as she could into the crack between his buttocks.
‘I’m terribly excited, you know. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.’
Auberon’s voice held all the excitement of a small child with worn, but well-loved toys and a new friend. It was sweet, and only made Penny more curious to know what sort of a man and how much of one he was.
‘Don’t mention it. I’m always willing to do a man a favour.’ That at least, she realised, was the honest truth.
What a picture they must present, she thought, her finger still firmly embedded in his rectum. All the time, she could feel the cheeks tensing, then relaxing, one muscled orb moving with slow deliberation against the other. The effect was arousing to her as well as to him.
Curiosity gave wing to inflamed sensations. Already she could feel the pertness of her clitoris pushing through the mat of satin hair that shielded it from the outside world. Soon it would demand its tribute, crave without pity for the height of ecstasy that was its due reward.
But, in the meantime, she would give Auberon what he wanted, and give the approaching band of spectators exactly what they deserved.
Lit only by the glow of a low moon, the stable block smelt of warm hay and the sweaty flesh of the animals it was home to. In the gloom, the beasts snickered softly and moved gently within their stables.
As his hand reached out for the light switch, she took her finger from his behind and grabbed his cock. She heard him gasp and saw him take his hand away from the switch.
‘This way,’ she whispered as she used his dick to lead him into the adjacent hay store.
A round window divided into four odd-shaped panes allowed moonlight to stream through and throw a silver pool on the area she had selected to give her debut performance.
She smiled to herself at the thought. Like a great celestial spotlight, outlining and accentuating everything they would be doing for their very select audience.
Beneath them the straw was warm, its scent full of the earthiness of ripe meadows, hot summers and unbridled fertility.
‘How much do you want what I am going to give you?’ she asked him provocatively, one hand encompassing his hot weapon whilst the other squeezed the felt softness of his balls.
‘A terrible amount!’ he exclaimed. ‘A truly terrible amount!’
‘How much?’ she asked with some sharpness.
He squealed like a pig as she squeezed his balls harder and dug her fingernails into his scrotum.
‘Truly! Very. Oh please . . .’
She paused, wondering for just a moment if he might faint. Tremors of mingled emotions enveloped her. There was elation in being in control of such a situation, of having his penis so stiff, yet so vulnerable, in the palm of her hand.
She swallowed her own excitement and her own need to have
So that was what he wanted.
The footsteps behind did not cease. She looked back into the darkness before walking on; she knew they were following and also what their intention was. Well, they would see everything they were coming to see . . . and more.
If they expected a straightforward fuck, then they were going to be sadly disappointed on this occasion. Much as she might want it herself, she knew that Auberon’s path to that end would be different from hers.
And they would be watching. She was sure of that, just as she was sure of the light scrunching of gravel she could hear from somewhere behind them.
‘We’d better do something about this,’ murmured Penny as she kissed his cheek and undid his flies.
His prick fell out, white, lean and topped with a foreskin like an unfolded toadstool. The moonlight caught it, giving it a ghostly appearance as they walked on. Like the cane of a blind man pointing the way, it jiggled from side to side as they walked. She enjoyed seeing that, and in order to maintain such an unusual sight, she pushed her finger as firmly as she could into the crack between his buttocks.
‘I’m terribly excited, you know. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.’
Auberon’s voice held all the excitement of a small child with worn, but well-loved toys and a new friend. It was sweet, and only made Penny more curious to know what sort of a man and how much of one he was.
‘Don’t mention it. I’m always willing to do a man a favour.’ That at least, she realised, was the honest truth.
What a picture they must present, she thought, her finger still firmly embedded in his rectum. All the time, she could feel the cheeks tensing, then relaxing, one muscled orb moving with slow deliberation against the other. The effect was arousing to her as well as to him.
Curiosity gave wing to inflamed sensations. Already she could feel the pertness of her clitoris pushing through the mat of satin hair that shielded it from the outside world. Soon it would demand its tribute, crave without pity for the height of ecstasy that was its due reward.
But, in the meantime, she would give Auberon what he wanted, and give the approaching band of spectators exactly what they deserved.
Lit only by the glow of a low moon, the stable block smelt of warm hay and the sweaty flesh of the animals it was home to. In the gloom, the beasts snickered softly and moved gently within their stables.
As his hand reached out for the light switch, she took her finger from his behind and grabbed his cock. She heard him gasp and saw him take his hand away from the switch.
‘This way,’ she whispered as she used his dick to lead him into the adjacent hay store.
A round window divided into four odd-shaped panes allowed moonlight to stream through and throw a silver pool on the area she had selected to give her debut performance.
She smiled to herself at the thought. Like a great celestial spotlight, outlining and accentuating everything they would be doing for their very select audience.
Beneath them the straw was warm, its scent full of the earthiness of ripe meadows, hot summers and unbridled fertility.
‘How much do you want what I am going to give you?’ she asked him provocatively, one hand encompassing his hot weapon whilst the other squeezed the felt softness of his balls.
‘A terrible amount!’ he exclaimed. ‘A truly terrible amount!’
‘How much?’ she asked with some sharpness.
He squealed like a pig as she squeezed his balls harder and dug her fingernails into his scrotum.
‘Truly! Very. Oh please . . .’
She paused, wondering for just a moment if he might faint. Tremors of mingled emotions enveloped her. There was elation in being in control of such a situation, of having his penis so stiff, yet so vulnerable, in the palm of her hand.
She swallowed her own excitement and her own need to have
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