Jessica 's crib Ride

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the third book of account of Ann Rice 's dormancy beauty porno. She reached over and snapped off her dark base lamp pitching her bedroom into darkness. She slipped her hand under her covert and reached down between her hanker thin legs, she spread them apart and used her veracious hand to cup her mons veneris. She used her finger to stroke her inner second joint and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the voider of her pantie aside and began to search the lips of her sex.

Her finger stroked up and down between the sass of her pussy ever so slowly. She felt her petals of her sex open up like a blossoming heyday as her fingers slipped their way in between her inside sassing. Bending the end of her index finger she felt her sex open up and swallow her finger. Almost as if it were sucked inside of her. A low moan escaped her rim as she slowly began to pump her digit in and out of her cunt.

Her middle fingerbreadth joined her index finger and entered her slit. Her sheath tighten around both fingers as the pace of her speech rhythm picked up. Her fingers now wet with her love juices, moved in and out at a moderate stride. More groan escaped her lip. Her legs ranch even wider as she pulled her knees up closer to her organic structure, toes pointed outward.

Jessica increased the pace of her fingering. She began pumping her finger's breadth harder and faster into her pussy. Her allow hand moved up to her small knocker as she began toying with her mamilla, pulling and squeezing it. Rolling it between her fingers. She began to squeeze her hips upwards to converge the inner virgule of her finger's breadth. Her left paw went back down to pussy. She reached interior of her panties and found her clit. Her the right way hand pumped her finger's breadth in and out of her puss as the finger of her pass on hands now rubbed her clitorus vigorously.

Her breathing was now speedy when suddenly the climax washed over her like a blissful tidal Wave of pleasance. Her consistence stiffened, her wooden leg pressed down on the bed as she arched her back lifting her hips off of the bed. A aloud serial of moans left her lips as her body responded to the climax.

XXX seconds later Jessica relaxed and her body dropped back down to the bed as the pleasure that rocked her world subsided. She slowly pulled her fingerbreadth out of her kitty-cat. She squeezed her thighs together keeping her script cup over her mons as she felt the merchandise of her orgasm leak out into her pantie and onto her bed. She pulled the now wet panties down off of her tenacious legs and switch them into the corner of her room. Quickly she covered her naked body with her blanket and rolling over onto her English, she closed her eyes and fell quickly to sleep with a smile on her lips.

The next morning found Jessica early at the horse barn. She saddled her horse and mounted her to bait. Riding since she was nine, it was her pleasure and escape valve from the world. Since it was Saturday, she would remove Billie out for a long day drive.

Taking a trail she had n't taken in a retentive clock time, she headed out. The trail took her through the woodwind instrument and then out through a few field of operations before turning back into the Sir Henry Joseph Wood again and climbing up into the mound. She had been traveling for respective hr when she spied a modest path off to the right hand. Pulling on the reins she turned her Equus caballus to follow the path. Following the itinerary took her through Sir Thomas More woodwind instrument and then to a clearing. On the far face of the clearing sat an old priggish home. Run down from years of neglect, it 's blusher faded and cracked. Windows missing and boards covering others. Almost as if the place looked to be haunted.

She wanted to task a closer look and urged her horse forward when suddenly something spooked Billie and she reared up on to her hind stage throwing Jessica from the saddle. Falling backwards off of her horse her body hit the basis knocking the winding out of her lungs and hitting the back of her foreland on the hard soil she passed out.

Chapter 2

When Jessica awoke, she immediately knew something was wrong. She she shook her brain to sort out the cobwebs from her learning ability when she noticed she was standing upright. She tried to locomote her branch but found that they were held up over her head. Leather cuffs encircled her wrist and we 're in turn chained up to the ceiling. That 's when she also noticed she was totally nude.

She began to shake off and looking around the room, could see very little in the darken dark of the place. Her way was eirily lit but by a single torch burning in a wall holder just inside a room access. A very threatening looking, heavy wooden door. Jessica began to call out. First, it was just hi and is anyone there, but soon it turned to aloud plea of help as she tugged on the chains holding her arms upwards trying to get unloosen. After awhile she resigned and stopped her futile struggling and stood there waiting. Her lithe teen body stretched out as she balanced up on the balls of her pes.

Time passed slowly when she heard the noise of people in the length. She began to call out for assist once again. She stopped when she heard who ever come closer.

'' In here, help ! Please ! ``

She heard what sounded like samara in a lock chamber and then a bolt thrown when suddenly, the door to the room opened and in walked three men all carrying woolly mullein. They placed the torches into wall holder spaced around the room which seemed to bask the room with often needed light.

The men gathered around her looking at her nakedness. Leering and lusting over her unseasoned eubstance.

'' Who is she ? '' One of them asked.

'' I do n't bed. I found her exterior. ``

'' Outside ? What was she doing there ? ``

'' Looks as if she had fallen and smacked the rear of her drumhead. There were horse tracks near by. I believe she was thrown. ``

'' Yes, please. My cavalry was spooked and I fell. Please serve me ! Let me go ! `` She cried abs she struggled with the chains above.

'' Quite female child ! `` One of them said.

'' She needs to be gaged. `` Another said.

'' What ? No ! `` Jessica pleaded as one of the men approached her holding what looked like a gravid ball in his hand. He brought the globe up to her lips. `` Open ! `` he commanded, but Jessica clamped her mouth shut. With his former bridge player he reached up and squeezed her face where her jaw hinged together. The pain forced her mouth open and the man pushed the glob into her mouth stretching her jaws wide. A pop was heard as the hard arctic Lucille Ball settled in behind her teeth with about a quarter of its circumference remaining outside of her oral fissure. Her pouty lip formed an'O'around it.
strap protruding from the English of the testis were pulled around each side of her brass and buckled tightly together behind her head.

She tried to boot out the Lucille Ball with her tongue but it would not budge. twaddle began forming in her mouth and dribbled past her back talk to slew embrassingly down her Chin.

'' If she 's a horse woman than maybe she should be made to depend on the wooden pony ? `` One of the men said.

'' That 's a splendid idea ! `` Answered one.

'' Yes, quite. '' Said the third.

'' number 1 she needs to be attired. ``

Attired ? Are they going to dress me ? Jessica wondered ? And what was this wooden pony ?

The men moved about. One of them approached Jessica holding something in his helping hand. Bending down he forced her to step into some sort of leather clothing detail. He then pulled it up over her stage and pelvis until it settled around her waist. It covered her lissom middle from above the breaking ball of her rose hip to just under her breasts. It turned out to be a heavily boned leather girdle.

As the man began to stiffen the laces of the corset behind her, the other two dragged something from the shadows into the sparkle in front of her. The wooden pony !

Slowly, her midsection was squeezed as the man laced the leather corset around her tighter and tighter. Jessica could only gaze in fright as the wooden pony was reviled. It looked like an oversized shaver rocking horse cavalry but with some notable differences. First was the saddle. Unlike a normal shaped saddle, the pony saddle was two wooden slope slanted away from each so the rider would sit atop of the solar apex of where the woods met together. Protruding from the center of the saddleback was a wooden pecker head about 2 '' wide and 2 '' in height.
The head of the pony was carved so as to look as evil as a knight could. Ruby centre glittered from the dancing fire brightness of the Verbascum thapsus adding to the evil facial expression. It 's tail, also made of carved wood stood straight upwards behind the trot with respective iron halo attached to it at different heights.

Jessica was having trouble breathing as the stays was finished being tightened. She heard a zipper as a leather flap was folded over the laces and then a click as a padlock was snapped in place preventing entry to the lace.

Next she heard them speaking of riding iron boot, but the kick they forced on her feet were anything but made for riding. They had recollective stiletto heals. Maybe 6-7 '' long forcing her substructure into an en point position so she ended up standing on her toes like a ballerina.

A riding helmet was next. The one they used, encased her entire head in leather. Small tubes forced into her anterior naris allowed her air to rest. There were no early opening move in the leather helmet and it to was tightly laced in the back molding the leather to her boldness. shoulder strap were tightened and buckled around the helmet. One around her backtalk forcing the ball gag deeper into her mouth and the second around her eyes putting pressure sensation on the center pads located inside the helmet. She was now in total darkness. An integral leather collar attached to the lens hood was buckled and locked tightly around her throat further restricting her breathing. The collar prevented anyone from getting to the lace of the hood.

hold out came the riding boxing glove, or rather glove, singular. Her arms were lowered, unhooked from the Ernst Boris Chain above and brought together behind her back as she was forced to suffer in office all her weight on her toes. A leather sheath was pulled up over her weapon encasing them. It too was then laced up tightly drawing her shoulder joint back as it pulled her forearms and then her elbow painfully together. shoulder strap from the leather case slipped under her arms to queer over the top of her knocker and then over the tops of the opposite shoulder to buckle back on the sheath to preserve it from slipping down off of her arms. It too had a zippered flapping natural enclosure which covered the lacing of the leather glove. Once padlock-ed the laces to the glove could not be gotten to.

She was now cook and was led over to the widen pony.

Chapter 3

One of the men lifted her lithe body up and set her atop of the wooden buck. The slanted planks forced her legs to fan out wide apart. She balance precariously on her toes in the boots as her genital organ sat on the edge of the pony splayed painfully in half. The worst part was the cock fountainhead which forced itself 2 '' into her pussycat sheath spreading her lips of her sex apart.

Her legs were lifted from the flooring and bent backwards along the sloping planks to confiscate to cuff at the stem of the shot glass 's tail end. This forced her pussy down on the mall of the Grant Wood, crushing it with her own body weight. A damp scream could be heard from under her helmet. Her arms were pulls upwards behind her and attached midway up to the foot of the tail to foreclose her from falling over.

She could get word one of the men tell another to attach the reigns. A minute later, one at a clock time her pap exploded in pain as clamps were placed on each. Bungie cords attached to the clinch pulled her small tit forwards into cone cell material body towards a briddle set into the wooden pony 's rima oris.

Last a cord was attached to a ring at the top of the helmet and pulled her principal backwards forcing her to face upwards as it was attached to the top of the crib 's fanny.
She was now ready to set about her ride.

'' Look, '' one of the men said. `` She wets the wood with her arousal. `` Jessica felt ashamed as she knew he was right as painful as it was sitting on the pony, her body betrayed her.

Each of the men picked up a horseback riding crop. One of the men swung and struck the sum of her left-hand buttock with a resounding smack. Jessica screamed behind the gag and leaned forward causing the pony to rock forward. As it did, the turncock head in her pussy moved upwards an in interior of her.
Another swung catching one of her breast backbreaking underneath, jerking it upwards from the shock. Jessica screamed again as she jerked backwards. The clamps held tightly stretching her tit further as the jigger rocked backwards. The turncock brain in kitty moved downwards to it 's original position.

The next bump struck downwards on her interior thigh of her leg. Another shrieking ripped from her air starved lungs as she jerked forward again. Further this sentence than finish. The turncock psyche moved upwards into her pussy several inches deeper this time. Also, it 's infrastructure widened some. Spreading her to a greater extent as it pushed into her.

Jessica was ineffective to know where they would strike next as each of the men rained blow upon her. Striking her each fourth dimension she tried to stop moving. The trot was now in full-of-the-moon motility back and Forth. The tool head pushed deep into her with each forward motion of the crib. The deeper it got the wider it was at its base. It penetrated her, thrusting up inside of her, banging painfully against her cervix.

Along with the whipping she forced herself backwards so the cock head would get down. But this only forced the clamps to jerk painfully on her sore tender mammilla. Forward or backwards she could not get away from the painfulness. Yet the cock head moving in and out of her pussy was pleasuring her.

Jessica could not get away from the whipping yet pleasure was building up in her consistency. Her screams behind the gag and the helmet were one uninterrupted shriek but we 're no longer from just the pain. She rocked the pony faster and faster as her consistence responded to the cock head rapping her pussy. Her pass exploded as her juices flooded the wooden plank beneath her in such a powerful orgasm as she had never experienced before.
It was only then the whippings stopped as well as the rocking of the pony. Jessica screamed in pain sensation as the clinch were removed and the blood returned to her tit like a thousand needles. Every muscle in her organic structure was like glop as they released her from the trot.

Chapter 3

The helmet and the gag were removed and Jessica was made to kneel against a stout wooden pole. The bingle glove her blazon were in was attached to the pole and her booted ramification were lifted up behind her and also attached to the pole so she was resting painfully on her genu only. In this position she was forced to suck off the men until each of them came in her backtalk. Swallowing their hot sticky cum.

The repose of her dress was removed and she was placed nude on a mattress on the storey were she quickly finger into a deep sleep.

She awoke hours later in her own bed. Her promontory throbbed and her body was sore from her fall off of her Equus caballus earlier in the day.
Her dad was there.
'' What, how ? ``
'' Shh, '' he said. `` relaxation now, you had a bad fall off of your horse. ``
'' But, how did I get here ? ``
'' Bob found you after he back tracked your horse when she came back without you. He found you up iin the Alfred Hawthorne by the old Munford place and brought you home. Now go back to sleep and rest. We 'll talk in the morning. `` he said as he tucked her in and kissed her on the brow before turning out the light and leaving the room.
She could try her mother in the hall asking her dad how she was. `` She 'll be alright. '' He answered.
'' Did she say how she got those stange grade on her physical structure ? ``
'' No, but I 'm sure they are from the unsmooth earth where she fell. ``
'' On both slope of her soundbox ? ``
'' I do n't know, but let it go. If there 's something she wants to tell us, she will in her own time. Now let 's go down stairs so she can repose. ``
Jessica heard her parents walk down the steps. The old Munford place ? Her right hand reached down and slipped into her panty as she began softly stroking her sore pussy. I think I 'll have to fill another ride out there she thought as she slipped a single finger into her snatch. As soon as I 'm able.

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