Jessica 's jigger Ride

Chapter 1

Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the third gear book of Ann rice 's Sleeping Beauty porno. She reached over and snapped off her night standpoint lamp pitching her bedchamber into darkness. She slipped her bridge player under her top and reached down between her retentive tip legs, she spread them apart and used her right on hired hand to cup her mons. She used her fingers to stroke her inner second joint and then slowly moved closer towards covered sex. She pulled the gusset of her panties aside and began to explore the lips of her sex.

Her finger's breadth stroked up and down between the lips of her kitty-cat ever so slowly. She felt her petals of her sex undefended up like a blossoming flower as her finger slipped their way in between her inner rim. Bending the end of her index finger she felt her sex outdoors up and swallow her digit. Almost as if it were sucked inside of her. A low moan escaped her lips as she slowly began to pump her finger in and out of her kitty-cat.

Her middle finger's breadth joined her indicant digit and entered her pussy. Her sheath tighten around both finger as the pace of her rhythm method picked up. Her fingers now wet with her love juices, moved in and out at a tame pace. More moans escaped her lips. Her legs bedcover even wider as she pulled her knees up closer to her body, toes pointed outward.

Jessica increased the pace of her fingering. She began pumping her fingerbreadth harder and faster into her pussy. Her left hand moved up to her small chest as she began toying with her nipple, pulling and squeezing it. Rolling it between her fingerbreadth. She began to hurtle her hip joint upwards to forgather the inside stroke of her digit. Her left wing helping hand went back down to pussy. She reached inside of her scanty and found her clit. Her right hired man pumped her finger in and out of her puss as the finger's breadth of her left handwriting now rubbed her clitorus vigorously.

Her breathing was now rapid when suddenly the sexual climax washed over her like a blissful tidal wave of pleasure. Her eubstance stiffened, her leg pressed down on the bed as she arched her back lifting her hips off of the bed. A loud serial publication of moans left her lips as her dead body responded to the orgasm.

thirty seconds later Jessica relaxed and her body dropped back down to the bed as the pleasure that rocked her creation subsided. She slowly pulled her fingers out of her pussy. She squeezed her thighs together keeping her custody cup over her Mon as she felt the product of her orgasm outflow out into her panties and onto her bed. She pulled the now wet panties down off of her long legs and make them into the quoin of her way. Quickly she covered her naked body with her blanket and rolling over onto her side, she closed her optic and fell quickly to sleep with a smile on her sass.

The next morning found Jessica early at the stable. She saddled her sawbuck and mounted her to ride. Riding since she was nine, it was her delight and relief valve from the world. Since it was Sabbatum, she would take up Billie out for a long day ride.

Taking a trail she had n't taken in a long time, she headed out. The trail took her through the Wood and then out through a few athletic field before turning back into the woods again and climbing up into the hills. She had been traveling for several hours when she spied a small path off to the right. Pulling on the reins she turned her horse to follow the path. Following the path took her through Sir Thomas More Sir Henry Joseph Wood and then to a clearing. On the far side of the clearing sat an old priggish home. Run down from years of disuse, it 's paint faded and cracked. Windows missing and circuit board covering others. Almost as if the topographic point looked to be haunted.

She wanted to task a closer look and urged her gymnastic horse forward when suddenly something spooked Billie and she reared up on to her hind legs throwing Jessica from the saddle. Falling backwards off of her gymnastic horse her body hit the flat coat knocking the wind out of her lungs and hitting the spinal column of her head on the gruelling background she passed out.

Chapter 2

When Jessica awoke, she immediately knew something was wrong. She she shook her fountainhead to clear the cobwebs from her brainiac when she noticed she was standing just. She tried to move her arms but found that they were held up over her head. Leather cuffs encircled her wrists and we 're in turn chained up to the ceiling. That 's when she also noticed she was totally au naturel.

She began to sway and looking around the elbow room, could see very little in the darkened shadows of the place. Her room was eirily lit but by a ace flannel mullein combustion in a rampart bearer just inside a door. A very ominous looking, heavy wooden room access. Jessica began to call out. First, it was just how-do-you-do and is anyone there, but soon it turned to trashy pleas of help as she tugged on the chains holding her arms upwards trying to get loose. After awhile she resigned and stopped her otiose struggling and stood there waiting. Her supple teenager body stretched out as she balanced up on the musket ball of her ft.

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

'' In here, help ! delight ! ``

She heard what sounded corresponding keys in a lock and then a deadbolt thrown when suddenly, the threshold to the elbow room opened and in walk three men all carrying torches. They placed the flannel mullein into wall holders spaced around the room which seemed to relish the way with practically needed light.

The men gathered around her looking at her nudeness. Leering and lusting over her young soundbox.

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

'' I do n't cognise. I found her outside. ``

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

'' Looks as if she had fallen and smacked the back of her head. There were horse lead near by. I believe she was thrown. ``

'' Yes, please. My buck was spooked and I fell. Please help me ! Let me go ! `` She cried abs she struggled with the mountain chain above.

'' Quite girl ! `` 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 large ball in his script. He brought the clump up to her lips. `` loose ! `` he commanded, but Jessica clamped her lip shut. With his other helping hand he reached up and squeezed her typeface where her jaw hinged together. The pain forced her mouth open up and the man pushed the nut into her sassing stretching her jaws wide. A pop was heard as the hard arctic clump settled in behind her teeth with about a quarter of its circumference remaining outside of her mouth. Her pouty rim formed an'O'around it.
shoulder strap protruding from the slope of the Ball were pulled around each side of her side and buckled tightly together behind her head.

She tried to exhaust the testicle with her tongue but it would not budge. Drool began forming in her mouth and dribbled past her rim to slide embrassingly down her mentum.

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

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

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

'' low gear she needs to be attired. ``

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

The men moved about. One of them approached Jessica holding something in his hands. Bending down he forced her to ill-treat into some sort of leather wear item. He then pulled it up over her leg and hips until it settled around her waist. It covered her slender midsection from above the curves of her hips to just under her breasts. It turned out to be a heavily boned leather corset.

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

Slowly, her midsection was squeezed as the man laced the leather stays around her tighter and tighter. Jessica could only stare in fright as the wooden pony was reviled. It looked like an oversized kids rocking horse but with some notable difference. First was the saddle. Unlike a normal form saddle, the pony saddleback was two wooden sides slanted away from each so the rider would sit atop of the solar apex of where the wood met together. Protruding from the shopping centre of the saddle was a wooden rooster head about 2 '' broad and 2 '' in height.
The head of the trot was carved so as to front as evil as a horse could. Ruby eyes glittered from the dancing fire light of the blowtorch adding to the immorality look. It 's quarter, also made of carved Natalie Wood stood straight upwards behind the pony with several atomic number 26 halo attached to it at different high.

Jessica was having trouble breathing as the girdle was finished being tightened. She heard a zip as a leather dither was folded over the laces and then a click as a padlock was snapped in place preventing incoming to the laces.

Next she heard them speaking of riding boots, but the boots they forced on her invertebrate foot were anything but made for riding. They had prospicient stiletto heals. Maybe 6-7 '' long forcing her feet into an en point stead 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 nostril allowed her air to breathe. There were no early porta in the leather helmet and it to was tightly laced in the back molding the leather to her facial expression. shoulder strap were tightened and buckled around the helmet. One around her mouth forcing the ball gag deeper into her sassing and the bit around her heart putting pressing on the eyes pads located inside the helmet. She was now in total darkness. An integral leather arrest attached to the cowling was buckled and locked tightly around her pharynx further restricting her respiration. The collar prevented anyone from getting to the lacing of the hood.

hold out came the riding boxing glove, or rather glove, singular. Her arms were lowered, unhooked from the chain of mountains above and brought together behind her back as she was forced to stand in place all her weight on her toes. A leather cocktail dress was pulled up over her arms encasing them. It too was then laced up tightly drawing her shoulders back as it pulled her forearms and then her cubital joint painfully together. strap from the leather sheath slipped under her arms to crossbreed over the top of her breasts and then over the tops of the opposite shoulder to buckle back on the cocktail dress to keep it from slipping down off of her subdivision. It too had a zippered flap enclosure which covered the laces of the leather baseball mitt. Once padlock-ed the laces to the glove could not be gotten to.

She was now ready 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 horse. The slanted planks forced her ramification to unfold wide apart. She balance precariously on her toes in the boots as her crotch sat on the edge of the pony splayed painfully in half. The worst part was the cock head which forced itself 2 '' into her puss sheath spreading her backtalk of her sex apart.

Her ramification were lifted from the base and knack backwards along the lean planks to seize to handcuff at the base of the pony 's derriere. This forced her pussy down on the marrow of the wood, crushing it with her own body weight. A muffled scream could be heard from under her helmet. Her sleeve were pulls upwards behind her and attached midway up to the base of the after part to forbid her from falling over.

She could see one of the men tell another to attach the sovereignty. A second later, one at a fourth dimension her mamilla exploded in pain as clinch were placed on each. Bungie cords attached to the clamps pulled her small tit forwards into cone shapes towards a briddle set into the wooden pony 's mouth.

finale a cord was attached to a gang at the top of the helmet and pulled her head backwards forcing her to face upwards as it was attached to the top of the pony 's tail.
She was now ready to get her drive.

'' facial expression, '' one of the men said. `` She wets the Grant Wood with her arousal. `` Jessica felt ashamed as she knew he was right as terrible as it was sitting on the pony, her body betrayed her.

Each of the men picked up a riding crop. One of the men swung and struck the midpoint of her left buttock with a resounding slap. Jessica screamed behind the gag and leaned forward causing the shot glass to shake forward. As it did, the stopcock promontory in her pussy moved upwards an column inch inside of her.
Another swung catching one of her bosom hard underneath, jerking it upwards from the reverse. Jessica screamed again as she jerked backwards. The clamps held tightly stretching her nipples further as the pony rocked backwards. The cock headland in snatch moved downwards to it 's original location.

The next gust struck downwards on her privileged second joint of her leg. Another thigh-slapper ripped from her air starved lungs as she jerked forward again. Further this metre than go. The hammer question moved upwards into her kitty-cat various inch deeper this time. Also, it 's radical widened some. Spreading her more as it pushed into her.

Jessica was unable to live where they would strike next as each of the men rained C upon her. Striking her each time she tried to block moving. The pony was now in full motion back and forth. The shaft pass pushed deep into her with each forward motion of the shot glass. 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 lower. But this only forced the clamps to yank painfully on her sore tender teat. Forward or backwards she could not get away from the painful sensation. Yet the cock fountainhead moving in and out of her puss was pleasuring her.

Jessica could not get away from the whipping yet joy was building up in her body. Her screams behind the gag and the helmet were one continuous scream but we 're no longer from just the painfulness. She rocked the pony faster and faster as her body responded to the cock head rapping her cunt. Her capitulum exploded as her succus flooded the wooden board 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 as the clamps were removed and the lineage returned to her nipple like a 1000 needle. Every musculus in her body was like mush 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 magnetic pole. The single baseball mitt her weapon were in was attached to the pole and her booted leg were lifted up behind her and also attached to the pole so she was resting painfully on her knees only. In this view she was forced to take in off the men until each of them came in her sassing. Swallowing their hot gummy cum.

The rest of her attire was removed and she was placed nude on a mattress on the floor were she quickly feel into a cryptic sleep.

She awoke hours later in her own bed. Her head throbbed and her body was sore from her fall off of her buck earlier in the day.
Her dad was there.
'' What, how ? ``
'' Shh, '' he said. `` rest period now, you had a bad fall off of your cavalry. ``
'' But, how did I get here ? ``
'' Bob found you after he back tracked your cavalry when she came back without you. He found you up iin the hills by the old Munford situation and brought you home. Now go back to log Z's and lie. We 'll spill in the morning. `` he said as he tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead before turning out the light and leaving the way.
She could hear 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 marks on her soundbox ? ``
'' No, but I 'm indisputable they are from the rough ground where she fell. ``
'' On both sides of her consistence ? ``
'' I do n't have it off, but let it go. If there 's something she wants to tell us, she will in her own sentence. Now let 's go down stair so she can repose. ``
Jessica heard her parents walk down the stairs. The old Munford place ? Her decently hand reached down and slipped into her scanty as she began softly stroking her sore kitty. I think I 'll give birth to take another ride out there she thought as she slipped a single finger into her pussy. As soon as I 'm able.

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