Archive-name: Bondage/hosepip2.txt

Archive-author: Cound Alucard

Archive-title: Hosepipe - Part 2





  After a bit, Angela noticed I wasn't paying attention and decided to

change tack.  She removed the pole and retied my limbs from being around

the tree to more broom handles.  Half by my squirming, half by pulling

on my hair, she got me over to the still empty paddling pool and secured 

me so I was streached out face upwards with my legs and arms spread wide

by the poles.  Gagging me with the long discarded swimming briefs, she

sat astride my stomach, bounced up and down a bit, then got to work on my

nipples with her jagged fingernails.



  Unfortunatly, what with her teasing, tickling and taunting me, leaning

forwards so her breasts were opposite my eyes then slapping me if I moved,

she couldn't see behind her.  Unfortunatly I say because when she leant

backwards she was surprised to feel the length of my now flagpole-like 

penis against her crotch.  Having slid forwards again, she turned to see

what it was, blushed with anger then screwed up her fist and hit me, as

hard as she could, bruising my cheekbone and giving me a black eye.



  This did not please me.  I spat the gag out and swore at her, accusing

her of not keeping promises and telling her to wash me off and let me go.

Angela sprang up and stood there, shaking with adrenaline, then sprinted

off to the house.  I lowered my voice, not wanting the adults to find me

like this and, being unable to slip her excessive knots, I remained where

I was trying to free the poles from the objects she had attached them to.



  Sauntering back about ten minutes later, lugging a bag, she knelt beside

me, kissed me and said she would keep her promise.  Producing some liquid

soap she got the hose and gently started to wash off the caked blood from

my thin, slightly tanned body.  While she massaged my limbs I rested my

head on the inflated rubbed edge of the pool and relaxed.  Surprisingly

her attitude seemed to have changed.  She no longed minded my erection

when she cleaned that part of my body.  The only thing she said about it

was that she had plans.  I was too far gone to take much notice.



  Cleaning my buttocks she ran her soapy fingers down my crack then gently

rubbed a fingertip back and forth over the entrance to my passage.  Relaxed

as I was it slipped right in.  Bushwacked!  I recon she must have had some

sort of fixation.  Pushing her finger further in then bending it round she

started massaging me from the inside.  Then, when my Nelson's column was

sufficiently at attention, she straddled my body and lowered herself down.

Hooking the crotch of her suit to one side she rubbed at herself for a bit

with the hose, then lowered herself and inch at a time.  My poor prick felt

like a wolf in a storm, creeping into an apparently welcoming fire lit

cave, but still unsure of his reception.



  Finally managing to sit down, hugging my animal better than any fur coat,

she started to rock back and forth.  I started to get twitches from the

soap left inside me by her fingers and bucked up and down for a bit.

Losing her grim expression, Angela started to wave her arm around like a

cowgirl in a rodeo, thashing every which way and twisting her hips, daring 

me to throw her.  Soon though, tired by my earlier ordeal, I stopped.

Angela continued for a bit, then pouted.  Suddenly her face lit up and she 

climbed off me.

 "Everytime I treat you badly," she explained, "you get hard."

 "Uh oh," I thought.

  Producing a baloon from her bag she filled it with soapy water then put

it in my mouth.  Having learnt from the last attempt, she secured it in

with tape and warned me not to burst it or recieve a mouth of soap.

Next  she emptied the water from the pool and turned the tap to full hot.

As soon as she started running it in the pool, I arched my back, lifting

my body clear.  When she had sufficient in the pool she turned the water

down to slow and warm.  Then, standing on the opposite side of the pool

to my head, she stripped and started to clean herself.



  By totally arching my twelve year old body and leaning my head back,

I found I could watch her between my legs.  She was alternating between

wiping sweat off and shooting water up her cunt.  Then she lay back on

the grass, spread her legs wide and pushed the snake like hose down into

her mythic whirlpool.  The hose had a larger radius than my statue of

liberty and she gave small grunts each time she worked it further in,

water flowing prodigiously as mead of inspiration.  She seemed to be

trying to expand her tunnel, though why I was not sure.  When satisified 

she goto up, measured a distance of thirty paces back, then started to run.

I mentioned earlier that she was a gymnast; well, she started into one of

her series of flic-flacs.  I recognised this particular exercise, which

scared the hell out of me, since it was the one that ended with a landing

that carried on down to the splits.  Towards me she charged, and of course

as she neared I flinched and landed in the water - as she had planned, the

two-timing, no-good, double-crossing dastardly bitch.  Landing with a peel

of laughter several feet beyond the pool, she came back over and mounted

me.  This time, I dared not flag.  I had been briefly scalded when I landed

and the steam reminded me each time she drove down on my fleshy arch.



  I was getting into this, the cramp tension from my limbs adding to the

various aches and burns, not forgetting the rapidly increasing liquid 

feeling from the soap inside my butt, when a wave of numbness swept from

somewhere inside my pelvis to my brain and I saw a disgusted look on

Angela's face as spurts of searing sperm slid from her slippery snatch.

She got off me and cleaned her self out with the hose.  Leaning over to the

side I carefully burst her gag so the water went out of my mouth not in,

then asked her to clean out the soap at the same time.  Still highly 

turned on and unsatisified, Angela came over rearranged my bonds, so my

arms were tied behind my back, my legs were held apart and my body was

on its front in the now cooler water of the pool.  Then she took the

squeezy bottle of soap, held it before my face and, ignoring my pleadings,

sent a whole cup full of stinging runny liquid jetting up my ass.  Working

in one finger, then two, she informed me that I would have to promise to

lick her to a finish before she would help me.  



  Well, a close up view of her hole was what I had been trying to get all

along.  I agreed (well, yelled out OK, which is a type of agreement), and

she took the hose, which was still gently running, and held it against my

anus.  Widened by her fingers it easily moved in five inches.  With this

I was comfortable and started to let out the horrid soap.  Then I

discovered why she had added the extra lubrication.  Rotating the hose one

direction then in the other, she started to increase the pressure.  I leant

forwards to get away but there was no escape. With a little shove, the hose

inside me bent and opening up some clenched muscles inside me, then rammed

the same length again further in.  The silly thing was, I couldn't stop it

because I had to keep straining to let the water out.  How Angela knew the

effect it would have, I could only speculate.  Still, she must have gotten

bored those long summers in this remote house, with only garden tools to

experiment around with.  Angela took some string and tied the hose in place

so it couldn't be pushed out.  



  She sat down infront of me and hooked her legs over my neck, holding my

head in a scissor grip, pointed at her groin and commanded lick.  I licked.

As she got nearer her point of no return the grip became stronger and

I started to have breathing difficulties.  The water pouring from my behind

was making the level in the pool rise.  It was already at my chin.  Every

time I got aroused and my anus contracted, my colon started to fill with

water and stretch until I had to release it.  Further more, the muscles

in my rear were becoming fatigued from continually straining to keep my

hole open.  The water level rose above my mouth.  I now couln't complain.

My tongue frantically worked inside her, trying to bring her to completion

before I drowned.  She groaned and rolled her hips.  I was hyperventilating

through my nose.  My body slammed in the water like a minnow being chased

by a pike.  I started to take in water.  My agitation had caused me to be

profoundly aroused, which tender lower fin was banging against the rubber

bottom of the pool.  I couldn't breath.  I rammed my nose against her and

bit her clitoris.  She closed my windpipe and as I lost consciousness we

came.



  (c) 1992 Cound Alucard

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