And Katie Came Too - Sex Stories

And Katie Came Too

... out of breath and panting with exertion; still he couldn’t complain, and the girls behaved themselves, lying still and being very patient till Mimi claimed his final orgasm... ‘Gee up, Trigger!’ cried Katie. She was astride her favourite pony, rider and mount in perfect harmony as they cantered towards a destination which was sometimes near, sometimes far, but always nice to reach. Actually Katie had never been on a pony in her life. Her mum and step-father had gone out and wouldn’t be back for several hours, and Katie, naked except for her ear-rings and a bangle, was astride the arm of her mum’s mock-leather settee. She was rocking ecstatically back and forth... it was so easy for a girl to get saddle-sore, but luckily she was feeling much better now. She was pretending to be the nineteenth century Hungarian countess she had read about who enjoyed riding nude over her vast and deserted estate. Apparently she would secrete her clothes under a bush, returning an hour or two later, ‘glowing and invigorated’, her steed sweating and exhausted. Katie could feel herself beginning to glow. She’d hardly seen Kayden all week, and was missing him, though it was kind of him to be so considerate during her quarantine. And now the saddle beneath her was getting slippery... It was becoming hard to stay on. She wondered whether the countess had had similar problems. She flung her arms round Trigger’s neck and spurred him to a gallop. ‘Ohh! Good boy.. Oh, good boy... Oh, yes, good boy..! ...

... OHHH-OH!! Oh, no, bad boy, you’re going to make mistress cum! OHH!!!’ Just in time she remembered Nurse Gemma’s instructions about ’fingers only’. Panting helplessly she rolled off the arm of the settee and with two fingers eased herself over the finish line. For five or ten minutes Katie lay in a sleepy daze. Then she got up and hastily wiped the arm of the settee and used some spray cleaner on it. Her wet bottom had made a damp patch on the settee cushion, so she turned that over and hoped for the best. She dried herself with a tissue, unwrapped a bar of chocolate and settled down happily to watch telly for half an hour. She’d still have plenty of time to get dressed. The first channel she tried had one of those dopey late evening semi-erotic films that the minor channels love. She flicked on the programme guide: ‘Network premiere of Annabel Ward’s acclaimed drama/crime thriller Killer’s Caprice, starring Cherie Novak as Mary-Ann, a glamorous young mum who is drawn into a web of corruption and treachery when she falls for the son of her boss. Introducing Francesca Lopez. Some nudity, sex scenes and violence – adults only’. Katie felt the nudity warning was a bit superfluous considering who the star was, as Miss Novak was known for being incapable of keeping her clothes on for very long. Anyway, it looked entertaining. A scene of people arguing in a restaurant was followed by a longer sequence which was evidently Mary-Ann being seduced, and Katie watched entranced as the ...