EXTRACT FOR
Peninah's Wet Panties - Volume Two
(Peninah)

Extract from Donna's Dare



"Morning Miss." the elder farmer tipped his flat cap as his eyes roamed around her body.

"Good morning."

It was what Donna had intended to say, she just managed good, but the morning was swallowed by a deep groan as suddenly her pussy came to life. Before she could help herself she was clutching her pussy as both men watched with open mouths.

Centred on her G-spot the small vibe took her breath away, the intensity of the sensation building fast in her suddenly dripping cunt was beyond belief.

"Are you okay Miss?" the older farmer asked, concern mixed with a breathless arousal in his tone.

Donna gasped and shook her head, inside her panties she was squirting like a fountain, her head was spinning. Stop Emma she groaned silently, Please Stop!

Her knees were shaking, all strength stolen away by the massive orgasm that she was enduring. And they are watching me cum she groaned, it was an added layer of embarrassment and humiliation. Her bike now lay against the hedge at her side, her clasping hand pressed hard against her pussy, her juices dribbling between her fingers. And nipples like bullets she added, these guys must think I'm some kind of lunatic or nymphomaniac.

"What's that pink thing?" the younger farmer found his voice and ignoring the milling sheep he stooped low to inspect Donna's hidden mound, his attention drawn by the pink tail that was clearly the end of some device crammed into her pussy.

"Remote control." Donna gasped and felt tears roll down her cheeks, the orgasm was becoming too much to handle.

"Remote control for what?" the older farmer asked as he took off his cap and rubbed a bald patch as he also dropped down low to look between Donna's legs.

"A toy," she moaned, "A sex toy, and it's driving me crazy."

"Fuckin' eh." the youth chuckled, "So what are you, some kind of exhibitionist?"

Donna shook her head, then groaned again. "No," she gasped, another massive climax forcing her clear nectar to squirt between her fingers. "It's a dare, my friends dared me to cycle across country, dressed like this with a vibrator in me. I didn't think it was working until just when you were passing. Then they switched it on, and they haven't switched it off."

"So why don't you pull it out?" the older man asked.

"I can't," she gasped as her knees began to tremble, "I fail if I pull it out, it has to stay in me right to the end."