The Red Velvet Horse (Siren Publishing Allure) by Iona Blair Read Free Book Online Page A

lick her with his tongue and crying out in joy when he did so.
    “Oh yes…oh yes…” she repeated like one in a trance as the piercing flames of passion seared through her dripping cunt.
    He tongue bathed her from clit to rectum, in a long slow lapping movement that drove her wild with desire.
    “Oh please…please…” she raved on like a madwoman, clutching Neddy with trembling hands, her tingling nipples rubbing against his back with tantalizing friction.
    Holt inserted two fingers into her cunt and fucked her diligently, while tongue fucking her anus to the same torrid beat.
    “Wow, you can really see all the action with this old horse,” he commented later. “I never knew you had such a pretty little rosebud of a bum.”
    “Until I was astride Neddy with it up in the air…” April laughed, feeling wonderfully sated yet still pleasantly sexual. “How would you like to trade places and I’ll see what I can do for you?”
    He needed no second invitation.
    Now both completely naked with the firelight playing softly on their skin, April started out by rubbing oil over Holt’s back and legs, paying special attention to his inner thighs and crotch.
    “Ah yes...that’s great…” he whispered as she fondled his balls, and rectum, entering him with two fingers, and driving him simply gaga when she tapped against his prostate gland.
    “Now is that ever a little goody that I don’t have,” she murmured sensuously, noticing with approval how he reared up and almost neighed like the horse he was on, when she applied pressure to this super sensitive A-Spot.
    “But you have the G-Spot…” he groaned. And when she persisted with her rhythmic fucking of his anus, soon burst forth in a highly charged blowout of an orgasm.
     
    * * * *
     
    Spice had taken a liking to Neddy, and would lie across the horse, kneading his claws into the deep velvet.
    “Out of here toots, it’s my turn,” April chased him away good-naturedly. She had added a new and extremely exciting feature to Neddy that kept her lustfully enthralled for many blissful hours. A large rubber dong strapped around the horse’s back, that she would squat over and impale her hungry cunt on.
    Thrilling over and over again as this erotic delight brought her to an exquisite paradise of the senses that was peerless in its intensity. And gave a whole new meaning to the joys of riding.
    Over a hundred years earlier, the sensuous Hannah was also discovering the unique pleasures that such an erotically structured mount had to offer.
     
    When I am astride Neddy, my breasts and face pressed against his back, and my bum high in the air, I get a thrill so penetrating that it fairly makes my head spin.
    The gentleman love it too, for they can examine all the petals of my cunny, in a way that would not be possible otherwise.
    “My, what a bonnie wee cunt it is.” Old Jock was one of my regulars. He poked his stubby finger into the crevices and folds until I got so wet I was squishy.
    “And your bum hole’s a treasure too…look how it fights my finger and then opens up for it like a flower to the sun.”
    “Oh yes…yes,” I gasp, as the heat and excitement builds.
    “Ah, you’re a naughty wee lassie, I should spank you before I fuck you.” And much though I’ve heard this many times before, as it is all part of our usual ritual, it loses nothing of its ability to arouse quite maddeningly.
    For now, Jock takes a small ivory-handled switch and begins to whip my buttocks until they glow like a furnace in a foundry.
    “Ouch,” I gasp in lustful spasm as the frenzied orgasm starts deep in my womb and builds…
    It is at this point in our play that Jock throws down the switch and caresses my scourged bottom with a tender hand.
    I gasp and convulse at this most exciting of junctures, and when he taps lightly on my twitching clit burst forth in an eruption so powerful, it threatens to buckle the sturdy Neddy’s very foundations.
    “Ah, you’re a good wee