Extract from Penny In Harness

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Chapter 5 pages 83-85 : Penny Pees on Amber

"Actually I'd like to pee on you," I said, trying to keep my voice as matter-of-fact as the others had been.

"You would, would you?" Amber retorted. She looked flustered for the first time and I saw that I'd hit a soft spot, especially as Ginny had started laughing.

"Good," she continued, "well, you're going to get what you want, or at least one of you is. You're going to draw straws for it, five short, one long and I promise to take my punishment from whoever gets the long straw."

She walked away to find a suitable length of grass. I had been dressing and was still doing my blouse up when Ginny approached, also dressed.

"She'll cheat," Ginny confided in me quietly. "Just watch, Vicky or I will win. As for your idea, I can guarantee she'll take it out on you tomorrow, just for suggesting it."

"That's why I said it," I admitted.

"You're a disgrace and a manipulative little tart," she replied, giving my bottom a playful slap.

"I know," I answered.

Amber had chosen a tall grass stem and was methodically breaking it into pieces. I knew that the next twenty-four hours were going to see me seriously put through my paces and determined to make it even worse for myself.

"Someone else should draw the straws," I announced. "That way Amber couldn't be accused of cheating and there'll be no argument."

Everyone agreed with me, except Amber herself, who gave me an absolutely filthy look. She reluctantly passed the straws to Vicky, who took them and shuffled them in her hand. Personally, I was hoping she'd get Anderson; partially because I wanted to see her lovely bottom fucked and partly because it was sure to mean my own wouldn't go empty the next day.

Vicky went first, drawing a straw from her own hand and taking a short one. Anderson followed and did the same, then Vicky was holding her hand out to me. The four pieces of grass stem were almost indistinguishable, but not quite. Those from lower down were just a tiny bit thicker. It seemed reasonable to me that she would have broken off five equal lengths to leave a long one, which was therefore going to be one end or the other and probably the lower end. That meant that the thickest straw would be the long one. I picked, pulling my choice slowly up. Sure enough, it kept coming and I was holding the long straw.

"No!" Amber exclaimed, but it was obvious that her horror was put on.

Ginny was laughing, Michael grinning, the others exchanging looks of amusement and pleasure.

"Okay," Amber sighed in mock resignation. "How do you want me?"

"Have her keep her clothes on," Ginny suggested.

"Do you have a change?" I asked.

"Yes," she sighed, "I've got things in the cab."

"Then take your bra off under your blouse," I ordered.

We watched as she unclipped her bra and extracted it down a sleeve. There was a knot of tension forming in my throat, but very different from the one I'd felt when I was about to be caned. This was pure excitement and for the first time I felt a flush of what could only be sadistic pleasure. Amber's nipples showed through her top, dark under the white cotton, and erect.

"Now your boots and jodhpurs," I continued, "but not your knickers."

She complied, tugging off her boots and then turning her back to us to pull down her jodhpurs. Her panties were plain white cotton; see-through when wet.

"Turn around slowly, then kneel down," I said when she was down to just her blouse and panties. She looked really sweet, her legs bare and with a triangle of white cotton covering the bulge of her pussy. As she knelt the blouse rode up her back, leaving the broad seat of her panties showing, the material stretched taught across her bottom. I walked around her, watching her big eyes looking up at me uncertainly from underneath her fringe of pale brown curls.

"Lift your top," I said, unable to resist the opportunity to see more of her.

She did as she was told, revealing her tight waist, the soft swell of her tummy and her naked breasts.

"Stay like that," I added as I began to undress myself. Everybody else was absolutely quiet, watching Amber and I. Michael's arm was around Ginny's waist; Anderson's hand laid gently on Vicky's bottom.

I took off everything below my waist, going deliberately slowly and piling each garment neatly on top of the last. Amber watched me, her eyes wide and bright, occasionally nipping her lower lip with her teeth. I knew how she felt, much as I had the first time I had been put across Matthew's knee.

"Drop your blouse," I said, stepping nearer. "Hold your boobs up for me."

She was trembling as I straddled her and pushed my hips forward, my pussy inches away from her face. I pulled my lips apart and closed my eyes, concentrating on building up the need to pee. I wasn't sure I could do it at first, then felt the familiar ache start to build and knew I could.

I opened my eyes as I let go, watching a splash of pale golden liquid catch the front of Amber's blouse. She sighed as it hit, the cotton immediately soaking my pee up and starting to cling to her breasts. Her nipples showed, every little bump of the areolae now visible through the wet cotton. I stood back a little, my stream catching her lower down and plastering the blouse against her tummy. Her mouth was open and her eyes shut, her hands massaging her breasts, the pee running through her fingers and down her arms. It was more than I could resist, I moved forward again, close to her face, filling her mouth with my pee. She opened wide, sticking her tongue out and lapping at my pussy as the stream died to a trickle. For a moment I felt the touch of her tongue on my clit, then she had drawn away, golden pee running down her face in rivulets. I stood back, watching her. She was sitting in a pool of it, her blouse and knickers sodden, still kneading her breasts and with her eyes shut tight. The front of her pants was soaking, the thick bush of her pubic hair plainly visible through the sodden material.

"Sit your bottom in it," I ordered, "then stand up."

She did it, wriggling her bum against the ground then getting unsteadily to her feet and turning so that I could see the wet patch spreading across the seat of her knickers. The wet cotton clung to her bottom, making a very pretty sight indeed. I left her standing, keen to let her humiliation really sink in and wondering if I should order her to sit back in the pool of my pee and masturbate in front of us. I hesitated and then decided that not to would spoil it for her.

"Get back in it and you can come," I said, reasoning that she always had her stop word if she didn't want to.

She obeyed, sitting down in the middle of the puddle with her legs at right angles. I could see every detail of her pussy through her knickers until she slid a hand down the front and started to play with herself. Her eyes were still shut and the other hand on her breasts, rubbing her nipples through the wet material. Her breath quickened and I knew she was going to come, but was taken by surprise when she called my name as she reached orgasm.

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