#MasturbationMonday – Practising #Oral Technique – #BDSM #Lesbian

It’s MONDAY… and we’re nearly finishing up one year and about to begin another. Exciting times!! Well, what better way to start off a Monday with a bit of Pony Girl F/f action? Naughty…

Jenny had been enduring these kinds of comments for the past ten minutes. Her particular favourite was when her technique had been likened to ‘that of a wet fish having an epileptic fit.’ Not one to be defeated easily, she realised that Beauty wasn’t going to get off her face until she had completed her task. It quickly became obvious that having an additional X chromosome meant that the bearer of said chromosome was a lot more difficult to please sexually. If Jenny had a penis in front of her, she could have practically done anything with it and the male in question would have slathered at her feet. This was not so with women. Realising she could end up being smothered for the foreseeable future if she didn’t improve her game, she started to experiment. Starting with the ‘windscreen wiper’ she let her tongue swing from side to side. No luck there. Then she tried an up and down flicking motion, which was marginally more successful as Beauty actually managed a single groan. Jenny tried several different tongue motions: soft, hard, pointed and palpating, to no better effect. Then she tried circling the little nub of the clitoris, but the elusive moan was nowhere to be found. Running out of ideas she tried sucking it, as if it were the tiniest of cocks, but still… nothing. In desperation she finally tried writing the alphabet, which was something she’d read in a men’s magazine somewhere and voila! These men knew what they were talking about. Beauty was screaming her head off before she’d reached the letter, ‘O.’

Having the taste of a woman in her mouth wasn’t at all unpleasant, Jenny mused. She rather liked the musky, earthy scent that coated her lips and tongue. They were deliciously soft, too; soft and squishy, unlike the hard, salty maleness of a cock. If she were being entirely honest, she had become rather aroused at the thought of making another woman come. Without doubt, she still preferred men, but women had a charm all of their own. Unfortunately, before she had a chance to gloat upon her victory and give herself a congratulatory thump on the back, CD had taken Beauty’s place. To Jenny’s extreme chagrin, the alphabet trick did not work on CD, even when she progressed with numbers which entered the double digit format. Swearing under her breath at the complete fickleness of womankind, she started at the beginning again.

By the tenth pony, she was really starting to get the hang of things. A quick trial and error session at the beginning revealed what was going to work and then, yeah baby, she dived in for the kill. It worked like a dream and while she didn’t want to boast, she suspected she could have been a lesbian in a previous life. It was almost a shame she was getting rescued tomorrow. There was probably a lot of fun to be had here.

As number fourteen, and the final pony of the evening’s proceedings, knelt over her face and thrust her loins into Jenny’s mouth, she realised that she had become rather wet. The egg felt heavenly inside her and it wouldn’t take too much to tip her body over the edge. Fourteen was screaming her head off in record time. Applause filtered through the room.

‘Can you get off me now?’ rasped Jenny, whose tongue felt like it had just swum ten miles in a lake of treacle.

‘Only if you give me your solemn promise that you will remain on the floor until we have finished with you.’ CD gave her a stern look.

Jenny nodded. It wasn’t as if she could go anywhere, and if they wanted to use their tongues on her, so much the better. She’d hoped they’d forgotten about the no-orgasm rule, as she was revved up and ready to roar.

CD stroked the length of her moist, pink tongue with a long finger and smiled. ‘Ponies, you may have fun but do not let her…’ the rest of the words were lost in the rustle of hay and the rush of crawling hooves.

Though the bodies moved, the ponies didn’t trust her to remain still. Hands pinned her down from every angle and stray, leather-clad legs rubbed and slithered across her body. The prickly straw underneath her was all but forgotten as her senses were bombarded from every angle. She arched, sobbed, pleaded and begged. They were animals and wild in their need for a sweetly perfumed, tasty morsel of human-horse flesh. Jenny felt as if she were being eaten alive. Teeth sunk into the most delicate parts of her body, nails scraped and tongues dragged themselves across every inch of her skin. All of her new-found tricks were replayed and with much greater precision. The windscreen, the alphabet, the clit-sucking; all of these and more were employed to better effect, with one single difference. They obeyed CD to the letter. No matter how excruciatingly close she came to release, it was always one terrible hairbreadth away.

An hour later, after several very articulate tongues had performed all manner of stunts upon her body, Jenny began pleading with every fibre of her being.

‘Please let me. Someone please let me… I need to… I’ve got to… I want to…’ And then, ‘I’ll do anything you tell me to, just please let me come!’ Jenny’s body writhed and undulated as it begged for mercy. ‘You can’t leave me like this!’ The trainee pony girl was sobbing, so acute was her pain and frustration.

The stable erupted in laughter again. ‘Right, hands off her. Time to settle down for the night,’ ordered CD and this was not the response Jenny wanted to hear. She began pleading as if her life depended on it.

 

Happy New Year everyone!! Hope you all have a blast, wherever you are and drink responsibly (yeah, right!). If you’re naughty and drink too much, remember to drink at least a pint of water before bedtime. If you can’t remember to do that (and we’ve all been there) then remember to stock up on the pain killers before the next morning hits…

Keep Hoppin!

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