Extract from Penny In Harness

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Chapter 1 pages 8-12 : Penny playing with a corncob

I took my map and unfolded it, which brought home a sudden reality to the idea. A pang of guilt shot through me. Masturbating? In a wood? You little slut, I thought to myself. Yes, a little slut, what a delicious thought. Imagine getting caught though. Found with jeans and knicks in a tangle around my ankles, top up so that I could play with my tits, one hand on my pussy and the other on a nipple. Any farm boy who found me like that would undoubtedly expect to fuck me then and there. The thought was terrifying, but also thrilling, just so long as it didn't actually happen.

Looking at the map, I saw that getting caught was something that was very unlikely to happen. The trees I could see hid a stream in a gully, beyond which were more fields. There was no farm building nearby, nor any track marked in the woods. The idea was becoming more and more compelling. I glanced to were the woods I had seen the couple in were marked on my map. It showed a roughly square area of woodland with a lake at the centre and a symbol marking the site of a ruin, nothing more.

Determined to carry out my intentions before common sense got the better of me, I glanced hastily to either side to check that the path was empty and climbed the fence into the maize field. The act of leaving the public right of way sent a new thrill through me, a deliciously naughty feeling of anticipation and rudeness. The maize stood to the height of my head, the hedge shielding me from the other side. I ran light-footed down the channel between the two, dodging to avoid the occasional muddy patch. I quickly reached the far end, finding myself in a broad channel between the high maize and the dense scrub. The solitude was absolute, droning insects and the distant bark of a dog the only sounds. I waited, standing still and listening for possible signs that I had been seen and followed, but nothing came.

The next task was to find a quite place, a really quiet place where I could concentrate. Maybe it would be possible to titillate myself a little first though, to do something rude that would help me to my eventual climax. An idea came to me as I looked around. The thing that had affected me the most had been the girl's tail and the utterly dirty way it appeared to have been held in up her anus. I didn't have a lovely black tail to match my hair, but that didn't mean my bottom had to stay empty. A maize cob would provide the perfect natural dildo; phallic, bumpy, yet clean and abundantly available.

Most of the cobs were far too large for my unfortunate bottom but a search quickly found one that was just daringly large. I began to peel the husk away, and decided that I ought to perform the whole operation with my knickers down to increase the thrill. I put the cob between my teeth, my heart in my mouth as I again fiddled with my belt and slid my jeans and panties down around my thighs, exposing my pussy and bum to the hot sun. My fingers were trembling as I peeled away the rest of the husk, glancing nervously out from among the maize plants. The cob was quickly peeled, the surface pale yellow and lumpy as I stroked it and wondered if I could really be that dirty.

Yes I could, I decided, popping the cob into my mouth and sucking it. I left it in my mouth for a moment, licking at it while my hands went behind me to feel the soft orbs of my bottom. Trembling more strongly than ever, I let a hand sneak down between my cheeks, finding the tiny, tight hole of my anus already wet with sweat. My finger went in easily, the feeling making me catch my breath.

Part of me was yelling not to be so filthy as I took the cob out of my mouth with my spare hand. I paid no attention, instead sticking my bottom out and preparing the target. My bum-hole closed as the finger came out. I put the tip of the cob a little way in, relaxed, pushed and then my anus was gaping around the rough surface as it slid up my bottom. There was that wonderful feeling of being entered, and it was more than I could resist not to slide it in and out a few times. The sensation made me pant but I forced myself to stop and stood up, feeling the cob between my thighs, my bum-hole filled just like the girl's had been, experiencing the same deliciously dirty feeling she must have had. Part of it at least, for the whole feeling I needed some extremely fancy equipment and a good looking young man with a riding whip.

Still, it was plenty for now and I pulled up my pants and wriggled into my jeans with a feeling of exquisite rudeness. For a moment I considered returning to the path and continuing my walk to experience the thrill of passing people quite casually while, unknown to them, I had a small maize cob inserted in my bum hole. My need to come was too strong and as I emerged from the maize I was already looking around for a way into the scrub.

This wasn't so easy, a great bank of bramble and thorn barring my way for the whole length of the maize field. I walked up and down, becoming increasingly frustrated and increasingly turned on by that very frustration and by the motion of the cob in my pants. Finally I decided on a place and forced my way through, arriving scratched and sweaty in the interior of the wood. The growth was even thicker than in the other wood, a rank tangle of thorn and elder growing low over a carpet of sodden leaves. For a space I had to go along in a crouch, finally finding a place where one of the bigger elders had fallen. It had created a small clearing carpeted in soft grass and hemmed in on all sides by thick vegetation.

It was perfect. Not only could I not be seen, but if anybody should approach I would hear them long before they saw me. The atmosphere was wonderful as well, quiet, secretive, somehow special; also pleasantly warm rather than hot, and faintly scented with pine, elder and woodland smells.

Emboldened by the secrecy of my hiding place, I stood and stretched, then began to strip. As I undressed, I imagined the man I had seen driving the girl watching me, inspecting my body and commenting on it. His expression had been so calm, so arrogant, and I imagined that same look as I lifted my top with mock timidity. My bra followed, the air cool on my boobs as I lifted them in my hands and ran my fingers over the nipples. He'd tell me to do that of course, instructing me to make a display of myself as he looked on, the girl watching too, an amused sneer on her face because it was my turn to be utterly humiliated. She was perfect for my fantasy, tall and blonde with big boobs, the opposite of my own petite figure.

Naked from the waist up, I undid my belt, popped the button on my jeans and slowly slid the zip down, opening my fly and holding the front of my panties out and down to show my pubic hair. He'd know I was embarrassed about the size of my bum, and he'd want to see me expose it to add to my shame. I turned to my imaginary onlooker, sticking my bum out and sliding my jeans down ever so slowly. The girl would laugh and remark that I had a fat bottom, even though hers was a good deal fleshier than mine. The jeans fell to my ankles and I was left with just my pants to cover my modesty, and of course to conceal the fact that I had already been thoroughly dirty and put a maize cob up my bottom.

He'd laugh, telling me to touch my toes and pull my back in, thrusting my bottom up for their inspection. He'd walk up to me and pull down my pants. No, he'd make her do it, doubling my humiliation as another girl peeled the little scrap of pink cotton down over my bum. He'd laugh when he saw the base of the cob protruding obscenely from my rear. She'd give an exclamation of disgust, planting a firm smack across my buttocks to make them bounce and wobble. He'd tell her to do it again, to spank me well for such disgusting behaviour. He'd also order me to masturbate while I was beaten.

My panties joined my jeans at ankle level as I slipped a hand between my legs, finding my clitoris and beginning to rub. The other went back and I began to smack at my bum, imagining it was her doing it while he watched. She'd spank me hard, aiming at the fullest part of my cheeks so that the cob got rammed home each time she hit me. He'd pull his cock out as he watched my pussy begin to juice, casually getting his erection ready for me as I was beaten in front of him.

I'd look back between my legs and see him as he stood up, an enormous erection rearing out of his fly, his dress otherwise undisturbed. She'd step aside, leaving my buttocks red and sore, the maize cob still sticking out of my anus. I'd grip my ankles as he got behind me, watching her bend and take his erection briefly in her mouth, leaving it glistening with her saliva. I'd get another wave of humiliation as she turned her attention to the rear of my vulva, avoiding my frantically rubbing fingers as she dampened my pussy lips with her tongue.

He'd be casually ordering her to go and fetch the cart and harness as his cock touched my pussy. Then he'd be in me, filling me, my pussy stretched around his erection, his first push catching the base of the cob so that the it was shoved yet deeper into my anus. Everything would be full to bursting, my fingers working desperately at my clit, his big hands locked onto my hips, my little titties nude in the warm air. Finally he'd orgasm, filling me with sperm, the sticky come squelching out around my pussy to trickle down my thighs and over my vulva. As my fingers became coated with sticky, hot sperm I'd come myself, which is exactly what I did.

The standing position was too much, and I sank down onto my haunches and lay back in the grass, finishing myself off with my eyes shut and my mind focused on my fantasy and the feel of the cob as my anus contracted around it in orgasm. I was holding my pussy lips open with two fingers, frigging with a third while my spare hand gave a nipple her share of attention. My orgasm seemed to last an age, draining me of strength and breath and leaving me panting on the grass.

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