H and a punana have been away on holiday to the South-West of England. Sir David gave a punana some instructions which it obeyed to the best of its ability.
First of all, as the weather was mainly warm and dry – if not always sunny – a punana’s dress code was short shorts or skirts with tight T-shirts or strappy vest tops and, whenever appropriate, wedge-heel sandals. And, as the cottage H and it were staying in was very private, a punana wore as little as possible around the cottage, often walking around nude. For the two beach days and the one sunbathing day at the cottage, it wore newly purchased bikinis, either deep yellow or sky blue and very brief. Whenever possible, a punana would remove the bikini top.
Each night, H would fuck it, three times in its ass, the other times in its cunt. Thankfully, Sir David had given a punana permission to cum as often as it could. And a punana took full advantage of this freedom, cumming each time it was fucked in its cunt and twice as it rubbed its clit while being ass-fucked. Also, a punana orally worshiped H’s cock each morning before H and it got up out of bed. Again, it came most mornings by rubbing its clit as it sucked on H’s wonderful cock.
As instructed by Sir David, a punana took every opportunity to slip away to the bathroom to arouse itself by playing with its nipples or fingering its wet cunt but not allowing itself to cum – this was sometimes really hard. So it was permanently on edge and ready for H to do what He wanted with it.
a punana would take every opportunity to cuddle up to H and when H and it were out, in a pub or restaurant, it would take any opportunity to take H’s hand and put it on a punana’s thigh. However, if H and it were too public or were not sitting close enough, a punana would act submissively, sitting demurely with its knees together and its hands in its lap and its eyes downcast. it spoke only when spoken to and when it did speak, it replied quietly and respectfully.
Even acting demurely like this had the effect of exciting and arousing a punana; behaving submissively clearly suits it.
However, as instructed, it did observe H to see if He might show signs of being attracted to any woman H and it might see. When possible, a punana would make an appreciative comment about a woman it noticed H looking at; about Their hair, figure or how They were dressed or whatever. Usually H would reply either that the woman was ‘not His type’ or perhaps that the woman looked good but He would much rather have a punana (not that He uses that name but a punana loves Him for saying what He did; a punana is so very lucky to be married to Him!).
a punana could hardly wait to get back to the cottage where it could worship His cock or be fucked by Him and when H and it did get back and went to bed, a punana showed its devotion by fucking Him with all the passion it could muster.
Sir David had instructed a punana to try to observe if any particular woman that H and it saw attracted H and to try to copy that woman. As a punana said already, such an opportunity did not really arise but Sir David mentioned lipstick colour but it sparked an idea in a punana’s head. So, one of the days H and it went to a nearby city which has many ancient buildings. Coffee was taken while sitting outside opposite the medieval cathedral and so on. Later, around the shops a punana bought a bright red lipstick.
When H and it got back to the cottage, H made tea and went outside to sit in the sun while a punana went to the bedroom and stripped naked, but for its wedge heeled shoes and it put on a thick layer of the new lipstick. Then it walked outside and stuck a sexy pose in front of H. “You like?” it asked. H was clearly amazed and just replied, “Wow. Yes, I do like!”
Without another word, a punana dropped to its knees between H’s legs – the hard stone slabs hurt its knees but it gladly endured this pain - and, smiling up at Him, it unfastened His trousers and reverently took out His Cock. it kissed, stroked and sucked His Cock, loving the sensation of It hardening and growing in its mouth. it sucked lovingly and took Him as deep into its throat as it could, and pressed its lips down onto the hard shaft.
After sucking Him until He gave a punana the reward of His delicious spunk, it pulled away and was delighted to see the ring of lipstick less than an inch from the root of His beautiful Cock.
After thanking Him and, putting His Cock away, H and it sat in the sun, drinking the tea, a punana still nude. Later, H and it showered together and a punana dutifully knelt under the cascading water and lovingly washed Him clean.
It was a memorable holiday for a punana and, for H too, a punana is sure. A punana hopes that You enjoy reading of its holiday experiences.
