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Ah, but how the body tires with age, and the beauty and virility we took for granted in our youth become our most sought after goals, ever more distant, like a ship drifting away on the horizon.
How would I fare today should a similar adventure befall me?
As I look down the broad, leaf filled bridleway, deep in the heart of the forest, in the very same spot where those two ladies, the vixen and her slave, had briefly taken over my existence twenty years before, I have to wonder.
Would they even stop for me now, feeling me suitable for their game, man enough for their passion? At twenty five I had lived up to their challenge and played my part with conviction. Should it happen again right now, the mind would be willing, but the body? Maybe not.
I smiled; as if anything like that would ever happen again. That was a once in a lifetime experience. That was a meeting of minds, bodies, fluids and depravity that any man would look back on and wonder, had he really been so lucky, or had he been in a haze and dreamt it all?
xxx
It was early September, still warm for the time of year, and the early afternoon sun was flooding through the canopy of trees.
I was on my usual Sunday afternoon walk from a friends, to the country cottage were I lodged, on the other side of the forest. As it was mild, I had removed my jacket and carried it, casually slung over my shoulder as I waked, following the trail of horses hooves in the boggy peat. My white cotton shirt was loose at the neck and I wore skinny black jeans.
Before me, in the leaves at the side of the path, I saw a riding crop made of black leather with a silver top. Clearly it has been dropped by a careless rider. I scooped it up, and tapped it against my palm testing its sting. I intended to drop it off at the riding school I would pass on my way home. I flicked it against my thigh as I walked, and smiled, quite content with the world.
And then behind me the roar of an engine became clear, getting closer, following me up the bridleway. This was unusual as the path was not designed for vehicles or often used by them. I turned to see who was approaching.
An expensive metallic red Range Rover was heading toward me at quite a speed, bouncing along the uneven track.
As it drew close I could see an attractive woman with scraped back blonde hair, and with dark shades, scowling a little as she drew close. She slowed down, and her nearside window lowered as she drew alongside me. Her scowl changed to a smile as she leant over and looked me up and down. Her gaze settled on my riding crop.
“Hmmm…Lord of the Manor, are we?” she teased.
I gulped, a little in awe of her beauty, and I pointed ahead further up the track.
“I…um…think you will need to turn back Miss,” I advised, “This track comes to a dead end for vehicles.”
The woman smiled again. “You are sweet,” she purred, and she beckoned me into the car. “Come boy, jump in, and bring your riding whip too. I have some business to sort out, and you will be my perfect helper.” The door sprung open and I jumped into the passenger seat, my heart racing, powerless to resist her commanding tone.
The woman raised her sunglasses and looked at me through captivating blue eyes. “How old are you?” she questioned.
Fuck. This woman really knew how to take charge; no “hello”, or anything.
“I’m 25 Miss.”
“Anita. I’m called Anita. And this…”
The woman pointed to the back seat, and I became aware of another, younger woman sitting there, looking at me.
“This slut is called Samantha, though she should be called Piggy, because that’s all she is now, a horny little fuck pig. She’s 17, and about to get the fucking of her life.”
The girl lowered her head, biting her lower lip and looked up through wide dark eyes.
My cock was swelling and stiffening in my pants. Something arousing was occurring here.
The younger woman was captivating. She was naked but for a leather dog collar padlocked around her throat. Her long, straw blonde hair had a slight wave, and was loose around her slim shoulders. Her body was amazing.
She had slim arms and long legs, pale skin, and big heavy tits, thrust upward invitingly. She had gorgeous puppy fat, but all the lovely firmness of youth.
Her areola were pink, and her nipples were like two berries; they looked long and hard enough to cut through glass. Her belly was tight and her waist nipped. Her hips were wide and her thighs looked strong and muscular; she was the perfect hourglass.
She was licking her lips as she looked at me seductively, looking aroused and horny, for every inch as if she were desperate, longing for the “fucking of her life.”
Anita had pulled the 4x4 away, and was turning the vehicle into the undergrowth of the forest, off the beaten track. I looked to her. She was grinning wickedly beneath her shades.
Anita looked older that Samantha, but wonderful and sexy for her age. I guessed she may have been 35 or 40; what would now rudely be called MILF, although the term had not been coined back then. She obviously worked out as she had a strong physique, and she was dressed in tight grey sweat pants and sweat top which she had unzipped to show off a plunging cleavage. Her breasts looked augmented and firm. Her body was lean and muscular and her skin, veined in places, had a creamy copper spray tan. Anita looked expensive; every inch the rich older dominant who I guessed was very used to having things done her way.
The Range Rover crashed through the thick undergrowth until we came out in a clearing.
“Perfect,” Anita smiled as she pulled on the handbrake and shut off the engine. “Jump out.”
I stood at the side of the 4x4 as Anita slammed her door and paced around to my side of the car. She swung open the rear door and climbed up onto the seats on her knees. Then she roughly dragged out the naked young blonde gripping her by her long hair. The girl tumbled out onto her knees in the mud and the leaves, looking up at us, her dark eyes wide and desperate.
“Spread your legs slut. Ass up high,” Anita hissed, as she pushed the girls face down low and released her grip in her hair.
“Yes Mistress,” the girl whimpered, her voice thick with desire.
Anita went to the boot of the car and flung the tailgate open. She returned with a heavy looking leather holdall, and a spreader bar, with black leather restraints at each end. She threw the items down beside the blonde girl, who remained still, breathing hard, watching.
Anita stepped to me and took the crop. She had raised her sunglasses up into her hair. Her eyes were sparkling, full of urgency and lust. She was excited, desperate to disgrace Samantha in ways that would thrill us. She had clearly planned the scene carefully. Whether I was a lucky addition, or adding a stranger to watch and perhaps participate had been part of her plan, I could not tell. But I was thrilled to be involved. So thrilled my cock was an iron shaft in my pants, tenting the front of my trousers ridiculously.
Anita pointed to my stiffness with the riding crop.
“Best get those trousers off now, boy,” she commanded. “Boxers too so we can see the size of your cock. It better be fucking huge. And undo your shirt buttons fully, but keep your shirt on. I don’t want you catching a chill.” Anita grinned. “I bet you have quite some body under there.”
As I started to undo my fly, Anita stepped over to Samantha, raised the crop high, and brought it down, a stinging blow across the blonde girl’s proffered backside. “Ouch,” Samantha squeaked. She reached back to brush the cheeks of her arse with her palms as a red welt grew immediately on her pale skin.
“Let’s tell this nice young man why you’re here shall we fuck pig?”
Samantha clutched at her stinging buttocks and nodded, with the side of her face against the ground. “Yes Mistress.”
Anita tapped Samantha’s fingers away from her buttocks with the tip of the crop, and lashed the girl’s cheeks again. Samantha’s body tightened, and I winced, feeling her pain.
But she was evidently aroused by her situation. As she rocked her weight back and forth and spread her legs, I could see the plump folds of her pussy lips glistening with the juice of her arousal. The crop whistled through the air as it came crashing down again. Samantha moaned hard and whimpered with pleasure.
“Tell the nice young man who you are bitch,” Anita commanded.
“Yes Mistress. I am your best friend’s daughter.”
“Yes you fucking are,” Anita said, cropping the girl again, hard.
I was casting my trousers aside and pulling down my boxers, letting my jutting cock spring free. I unbuttoned my shirt as Anita had asked.
Anita whistled, looking at me.
“My, my, you are a good choice. Look Samantha. Look at the lovely boy who's going to fuck you.”
Anita cropped Samantha again.
The blondes arse cheeks were becoming a mass of red welts.
“And what simple task do I pay you to do girl?” Anita questioned.
“To clean your house Mistress,” Samantha offered.
“And yet, when I came home this afternoon, how did I find you bitch?”
My cock was pulsing hard. I was struggling not to grasp my thick shaft and start to masturbate over the wicked scene before me.
“I was on your kitchen table Mistress.”
Anita cropped the girl again. She hissed with delight.
“And…I was fingering myself, making myself cum, thinking of you. I couldn’t help it Mistress. I’m sorry. You make me so horny and slutty.”
Anita knelt beside the girl and grasped her by the hair, tugging the girls head back.
“So now Samantha, tell the young man how our relationship has changed.”
Samantha nodded, “Yes Mistress. Now you own me. I am your whore and slave. My body is your possession; a toy for your use and delight. I wear a collar to show I am yours.”
Anita pulled the pleading girl over to the trunk of a nearby tree.
“Well girl. Now you will get a taste of just how your Mistress likes to play.”
The dominant blonde pointed to the base of the tree. “Get on your back slut. Then slide your arse cheeks up the tree so you are on your shoulders, your legs splayed in front of you, and your cunt and arse are presented to us.”
Samantha struggled into the position. She looked gorgeously ruffled with her long blonde hair spread around her shoulders in the leaves and mud of the forest floor. Her back was up against the tree. Her long legs were spread and her puffy pussy lips gaping, wet and inviting. Her plump arse cheeks were a mass of burning red stripes.
My cock pulsed, jutting from between my shirt tails, pre cum now dripping from the swollen head. God how I wanted to slide my length between those pussy lips, and feel the hot wet grip of her cunt around me.
But it seemed Anita had other ideas. She had thrown the heavy holdall at Samantha’s side and unzipped it. Now she took up the spreader bar and approached Samantha again. Anita was flushed, breathing hard, clearly aroused and excited by what she had planned for her young plaything.
“Put your hands on your hips bitch, and stick those legs out straight.”
Samantha straightened her legs immediately, propping herself up with her hands beneath her hips, her gorgeous heavy tits bouncing each side of her chin. Once Anita had fixed her with her legs divided by the spreader bar, the leather restraints fastened around her ankles to keep her exposed and her shaved plump pussy on display, the girl looked so obscene it was almost untrue.
“Oh God,” I groaned as I started to stroke at my aching cock.
Sweat was sticking loose strands of Anita’s hair to her forehead and high cheek bones as she knelt, and searched in the bag. She drew out a metal contraption which looked like scissors but with two blunt flanges at the end which formed a ring about an inch deep. The ring opened as Anita squeezed the handles of the contraption. I recognised it from the medical documentaries I avidly watched, uh hmmm, ok, from porn, as a speculum.
Anita made her way to Samantha and spanked her unturned arse cheeks with her free hand. Samantha moaned loudly. “Oh fuck Mistress. What are you doing? Fuck me, please fuck me. I’m so horny.”
“Don’t question me slut,” Anita snapped, as she put her fingertips to Samantha’s tight arsehole and kneaded the pucker firmly until two of her red fingernails disappeared within. “You’ll get what you’re given.”
Samantha wriggled as Anita put the ring of the speculum to her pulsing anus and applied pressure to the flanges until they sunk within her bottom.
Anita signalled to me. “Come here boy, quickly.”
I hurried over. Anita gripped my arm and positioned me with my feet either side of Samantha’s face so that she was staring up between my legs, and I looked down to her arse, impaled on the flanges of the speculum.
God, it looked so fucking sexy as Anita took the handles of the instrument, leaned down, and firmly forced them open.
“Oh fuck, oh my fucking God,” Samantha cried out beneath us as the tight ring of her anus unfurled like a flower and became a gaping hole. The speculum locked her arse open to be plundered and used.
“Jesus,” I hissed as I grasped my stiff cock and began to beat it in my palm over the cavern Anita had made of Samantha’s rear orifice. Looking down I could see the beautiful pink walls of her rectum pulsing within, gaping.
“Yes,” Anita laughed, pleased at her scene. “Beat that cock hard boy.”
She pushed two entwined fingers deep into Samantha’s cavern, and the girl beneath her shuddered, overtaken with delight.
I gritted my teeth as I slid my tightly gripped fist up and down, up and down, until my fist was a blur, and the pre cum frothed at the eye of my cock.
“Oh God Miss,” I yelped. “I’m going to cum.”
Anita laughed. “Yes boy. Cum hard. And squirt it all into the Piggy’s arsehole. Don’t miss a fucking drop. I want all your hot cum inside her.”
“Oh fuck, yes Miss,” I hissed. “Oh God.”
It was way too much. I felt the surge within; the pulse that was driving my hot cum from my swollen ball sack, up my shaft and, “fuck!”
I shoved my cock down, stuffing the head into Samantha’s spread hole, and into the heat of her bowels. I pumped spurt after spurt of thick, sticky cum into her most private place.
When I pulled back, gasping for breath, I could see a pool of my white fluid, churning in Samantha’s arse. She was gasping beneath me, eyes closed, cupping her tits and tugging her erect nipples between her fingers and thumbs. Her long legs were spread wide by the spreader and pushed down until her feet almost touched her shoulders.
I was speechless, suddenly aware of our surroundings, and I looked around.
Anita snorted with laughter. “That would shock any walkers, wouldn’t it boy? Seeing you filling the girl piggy’s arse with cum. Well. I’m going to need you hard again soon. Squat right down over piggy’s face.
“And you slut,” Anita pointed down at Samantha who now looked up at her through wide eyes, “you lick the boys arsehole, understood?”
Samantha nodded and licked her lips greedily. “Yes Mistress.”
“You lick him deep, with your tongue right inside his arse. Lick him until he is fully hard again.”
It felt so dirty, but I was going to do what I was told. I squatted down and spread my thighs over Samantha’s beautiful face.
I had never had a woman lick my arse before, and I shook with pleasure as I felt Samantha’s eager tongue slide into my orifice as she spread my arse cheeks with her fingernails. I had not expected the sensation to be so strange and overwhelming. I guess it is alien for a man to let himself feel so vulnerable. But my God, these women were so wicked. I was nothing but a slave to their pleasure.
My cock began to twitch, and thicken again almost immediately, as Samantha’s tongue snaked inside me, turning, tasting, teasing me.
Anita had returned to the holdall and she rummaged inside.
“And since you love my fucking kitchen so much bitch,” she called out, presumably to Samantha, “I brought some items from it to use on your slutty hole.”
Anita drew out of the bag what appeared to be a large bottle of oil and a fresh cucumber.
My head was under the spreader bar, Samantha’s thighs resting on my shoulders.
Anita unscrewed the lid on the large bottle of liquid and began to pour it from some height into Samantha’s gaping arse, spread before me.
“There we go slut,” Anita cooed. “The finest Spanish olive oil, up the finest British arse.”
She must have poured half the bottle into her, so that when she took the cucumber and shoved it firmly into Samantha’s orifice like a plunger, a cocktail of cum and thick oil gushed out over the girls cunt, between her thighs and down over her belly and tits, and into her hair.
Samantha groaned loudly as her tongue continued to flick in and out of my pucker, and her fingernails raked my arse cheeks. My cock had gradually stiffened with arousal, and I cried out as I felt Samantha slide one long finger deep into my rectum alongside her tongue. Anita pulled my head back by my hair, and she laughed with delight when she saw how erect I had become.
Anita let the cucumber fall to the floor and quickly unfastened Samantha’s tethered ankles. She shoved me, and then dragged the dishevelled young girl onto her back from under me.
Taking Samantha by the hair again, Anita rolled the girl from side to side on the forest floor so that the sticky mess on her body gradually mixed with the leaves and earth as Samantha scrabbled back and forth in the grip of her Mistress.
“There we go,” Anita laughed as she signalled for me to kneel before Samantha. “All little fuck pigs love to roll in mud, don’t they?”
Anita reached across and smeared Samantha’s face with the mixture of oil, cum, and saliva from the girls open mouth and tongue.
What a sight Samantha was as she propped herself up on her elbows with her long legs spread wide as I crawled before her.
She was breathing hard. Her voluptuous body streaked with oil, cum, leaves and earth. Her arse was a mass of livid red wets. Her makeup was smeared over here face, and her hair was a tangled mess of goo, mud and leaves.
“Now,” Anita demanded of her slave, “Tell us, you dirty, dirty whore, what you want this boy to do.”
Samantha was so desperate she had slid one hand between her obscenely spread legs, divided her cunt lips and was madly frigging her clit with her fingertips.
“Oh Christ,” she screamed out, “Fuck me. Stick it in me. Fuck me hard,” she snarled. “I’m a dirty fucking bitch. Fuck me like a dirty bitch!” As she finished speaking, she came, and squirted girl juice all over her hand.
I am not sure I have ever felt so wicked as I slid up over the girl and shoved my hard cock into her dripping pussy. Anita leaned in and kissed her, sucking her tongue between her own spread lips, and I kissed her neck, her shoulders and her tits as I pounded her hard. My arse was slamming, rising and falling beneath my shirt tails as I fucked for all I was worth. God, I fucked her hard.
xxx
As I said, it’s just a memory now.
Sometimes memories lie so close you can touch them. I stare down the empty path, and I can see us there as I roll from the girl, entirely spent.
They laugh as they collect their things and scamper back to the car.
They leave me naked, my cock oozing cum, in a cloud of diesel and earth, wondering just how lucky one guy can be.
As I said,
It’s just a memory now.
2015.
How would I fare today should a similar adventure befall me?
As I look down the broad, leaf filled bridleway, deep in the heart of the forest, in the very same spot where those two ladies, the vixen and her slave, had briefly taken over my existence twenty years before, I have to wonder.
Would they even stop for me now, feeling me suitable for their game, man enough for their passion? At twenty five I had lived up to their challenge and played my part with conviction. Should it happen again right now, the mind would be willing, but the body? Maybe not.
I smiled; as if anything like that would ever happen again. That was a once in a lifetime experience. That was a meeting of minds, bodies, fluids and depravity that any man would look back on and wonder, had he really been so lucky, or had he been in a haze and dreamt it all?
xxx
It was early September, still warm for the time of year, and the early afternoon sun was flooding through the canopy of trees.
I was on my usual Sunday afternoon walk from a friends, to the country cottage were I lodged, on the other side of the forest. As it was mild, I had removed my jacket and carried it, casually slung over my shoulder as I waked, following the trail of horses hooves in the boggy peat. My white cotton shirt was loose at the neck and I wore skinny black jeans.
Before me, in the leaves at the side of the path, I saw a riding crop made of black leather with a silver top. Clearly it has been dropped by a careless rider. I scooped it up, and tapped it against my palm testing its sting. I intended to drop it off at the riding school I would pass on my way home. I flicked it against my thigh as I walked, and smiled, quite content with the world.
And then behind me the roar of an engine became clear, getting closer, following me up the bridleway. This was unusual as the path was not designed for vehicles or often used by them. I turned to see who was approaching.
An expensive metallic red Range Rover was heading toward me at quite a speed, bouncing along the uneven track.
As it drew close I could see an attractive woman with scraped back blonde hair, and with dark shades, scowling a little as she drew close. She slowed down, and her nearside window lowered as she drew alongside me. Her scowl changed to a smile as she leant over and looked me up and down. Her gaze settled on my riding crop.
“Hmmm…Lord of the Manor, are we?” she teased.
I gulped, a little in awe of her beauty, and I pointed ahead further up the track.
“I…um…think you will need to turn back Miss,” I advised, “This track comes to a dead end for vehicles.”
The woman smiled again. “You are sweet,” she purred, and she beckoned me into the car. “Come boy, jump in, and bring your riding whip too. I have some business to sort out, and you will be my perfect helper.” The door sprung open and I jumped into the passenger seat, my heart racing, powerless to resist her commanding tone.
The woman raised her sunglasses and looked at me through captivating blue eyes. “How old are you?” she questioned.
Fuck. This woman really knew how to take charge; no “hello”, or anything.
“I’m 25 Miss.”
“Anita. I’m called Anita. And this…”
The woman pointed to the back seat, and I became aware of another, younger woman sitting there, looking at me.
“This slut is called Samantha, though she should be called Piggy, because that’s all she is now, a horny little fuck pig. She’s 17, and about to get the fucking of her life.”
The girl lowered her head, biting her lower lip and looked up through wide dark eyes.
My cock was swelling and stiffening in my pants. Something arousing was occurring here.
The younger woman was captivating. She was naked but for a leather dog collar padlocked around her throat. Her long, straw blonde hair had a slight wave, and was loose around her slim shoulders. Her body was amazing.
She had slim arms and long legs, pale skin, and big heavy tits, thrust upward invitingly. She had gorgeous puppy fat, but all the lovely firmness of youth.
Her areola were pink, and her nipples were like two berries; they looked long and hard enough to cut through glass. Her belly was tight and her waist nipped. Her hips were wide and her thighs looked strong and muscular; she was the perfect hourglass.
She was licking her lips as she looked at me seductively, looking aroused and horny, for every inch as if she were desperate, longing for the “fucking of her life.”
Anita had pulled the 4x4 away, and was turning the vehicle into the undergrowth of the forest, off the beaten track. I looked to her. She was grinning wickedly beneath her shades.
Anita looked older that Samantha, but wonderful and sexy for her age. I guessed she may have been 35 or 40; what would now rudely be called MILF, although the term had not been coined back then. She obviously worked out as she had a strong physique, and she was dressed in tight grey sweat pants and sweat top which she had unzipped to show off a plunging cleavage. Her breasts looked augmented and firm. Her body was lean and muscular and her skin, veined in places, had a creamy copper spray tan. Anita looked expensive; every inch the rich older dominant who I guessed was very used to having things done her way.
The Range Rover crashed through the thick undergrowth until we came out in a clearing.
“Perfect,” Anita smiled as she pulled on the handbrake and shut off the engine. “Jump out.”
I stood at the side of the 4x4 as Anita slammed her door and paced around to my side of the car. She swung open the rear door and climbed up onto the seats on her knees. Then she roughly dragged out the naked young blonde gripping her by her long hair. The girl tumbled out onto her knees in the mud and the leaves, looking up at us, her dark eyes wide and desperate.
“Spread your legs slut. Ass up high,” Anita hissed, as she pushed the girls face down low and released her grip in her hair.
“Yes Mistress,” the girl whimpered, her voice thick with desire.
Anita went to the boot of the car and flung the tailgate open. She returned with a heavy looking leather holdall, and a spreader bar, with black leather restraints at each end. She threw the items down beside the blonde girl, who remained still, breathing hard, watching.
Anita stepped to me and took the crop. She had raised her sunglasses up into her hair. Her eyes were sparkling, full of urgency and lust. She was excited, desperate to disgrace Samantha in ways that would thrill us. She had clearly planned the scene carefully. Whether I was a lucky addition, or adding a stranger to watch and perhaps participate had been part of her plan, I could not tell. But I was thrilled to be involved. So thrilled my cock was an iron shaft in my pants, tenting the front of my trousers ridiculously.
Anita pointed to my stiffness with the riding crop.
“Best get those trousers off now, boy,” she commanded. “Boxers too so we can see the size of your cock. It better be fucking huge. And undo your shirt buttons fully, but keep your shirt on. I don’t want you catching a chill.” Anita grinned. “I bet you have quite some body under there.”
As I started to undo my fly, Anita stepped over to Samantha, raised the crop high, and brought it down, a stinging blow across the blonde girl’s proffered backside. “Ouch,” Samantha squeaked. She reached back to brush the cheeks of her arse with her palms as a red welt grew immediately on her pale skin.
“Let’s tell this nice young man why you’re here shall we fuck pig?”
Samantha clutched at her stinging buttocks and nodded, with the side of her face against the ground. “Yes Mistress.”
Anita tapped Samantha’s fingers away from her buttocks with the tip of the crop, and lashed the girl’s cheeks again. Samantha’s body tightened, and I winced, feeling her pain.
But she was evidently aroused by her situation. As she rocked her weight back and forth and spread her legs, I could see the plump folds of her pussy lips glistening with the juice of her arousal. The crop whistled through the air as it came crashing down again. Samantha moaned hard and whimpered with pleasure.
“Tell the nice young man who you are bitch,” Anita commanded.
“Yes Mistress. I am your best friend’s daughter.”
“Yes you fucking are,” Anita said, cropping the girl again, hard.
I was casting my trousers aside and pulling down my boxers, letting my jutting cock spring free. I unbuttoned my shirt as Anita had asked.
Anita whistled, looking at me.
“My, my, you are a good choice. Look Samantha. Look at the lovely boy who's going to fuck you.”
Anita cropped Samantha again.
The blondes arse cheeks were becoming a mass of red welts.
“And what simple task do I pay you to do girl?” Anita questioned.
“To clean your house Mistress,” Samantha offered.
“And yet, when I came home this afternoon, how did I find you bitch?”
My cock was pulsing hard. I was struggling not to grasp my thick shaft and start to masturbate over the wicked scene before me.
“I was on your kitchen table Mistress.”
Anita cropped the girl again. She hissed with delight.
“And…I was fingering myself, making myself cum, thinking of you. I couldn’t help it Mistress. I’m sorry. You make me so horny and slutty.”
Anita knelt beside the girl and grasped her by the hair, tugging the girls head back.
“So now Samantha, tell the young man how our relationship has changed.”
Samantha nodded, “Yes Mistress. Now you own me. I am your whore and slave. My body is your possession; a toy for your use and delight. I wear a collar to show I am yours.”
Anita pulled the pleading girl over to the trunk of a nearby tree.
“Well girl. Now you will get a taste of just how your Mistress likes to play.”
The dominant blonde pointed to the base of the tree. “Get on your back slut. Then slide your arse cheeks up the tree so you are on your shoulders, your legs splayed in front of you, and your cunt and arse are presented to us.”
Samantha struggled into the position. She looked gorgeously ruffled with her long blonde hair spread around her shoulders in the leaves and mud of the forest floor. Her back was up against the tree. Her long legs were spread and her puffy pussy lips gaping, wet and inviting. Her plump arse cheeks were a mass of burning red stripes.
My cock pulsed, jutting from between my shirt tails, pre cum now dripping from the swollen head. God how I wanted to slide my length between those pussy lips, and feel the hot wet grip of her cunt around me.
But it seemed Anita had other ideas. She had thrown the heavy holdall at Samantha’s side and unzipped it. Now she took up the spreader bar and approached Samantha again. Anita was flushed, breathing hard, clearly aroused and excited by what she had planned for her young plaything.
“Put your hands on your hips bitch, and stick those legs out straight.”
Samantha straightened her legs immediately, propping herself up with her hands beneath her hips, her gorgeous heavy tits bouncing each side of her chin. Once Anita had fixed her with her legs divided by the spreader bar, the leather restraints fastened around her ankles to keep her exposed and her shaved plump pussy on display, the girl looked so obscene it was almost untrue.
“Oh God,” I groaned as I started to stroke at my aching cock.
Sweat was sticking loose strands of Anita’s hair to her forehead and high cheek bones as she knelt, and searched in the bag. She drew out a metal contraption which looked like scissors but with two blunt flanges at the end which formed a ring about an inch deep. The ring opened as Anita squeezed the handles of the contraption. I recognised it from the medical documentaries I avidly watched, uh hmmm, ok, from porn, as a speculum.
Anita made her way to Samantha and spanked her unturned arse cheeks with her free hand. Samantha moaned loudly. “Oh fuck Mistress. What are you doing? Fuck me, please fuck me. I’m so horny.”
“Don’t question me slut,” Anita snapped, as she put her fingertips to Samantha’s tight arsehole and kneaded the pucker firmly until two of her red fingernails disappeared within. “You’ll get what you’re given.”
Samantha wriggled as Anita put the ring of the speculum to her pulsing anus and applied pressure to the flanges until they sunk within her bottom.
Anita signalled to me. “Come here boy, quickly.”
I hurried over. Anita gripped my arm and positioned me with my feet either side of Samantha’s face so that she was staring up between my legs, and I looked down to her arse, impaled on the flanges of the speculum.
God, it looked so fucking sexy as Anita took the handles of the instrument, leaned down, and firmly forced them open.
“Oh fuck, oh my fucking God,” Samantha cried out beneath us as the tight ring of her anus unfurled like a flower and became a gaping hole. The speculum locked her arse open to be plundered and used.
“Jesus,” I hissed as I grasped my stiff cock and began to beat it in my palm over the cavern Anita had made of Samantha’s rear orifice. Looking down I could see the beautiful pink walls of her rectum pulsing within, gaping.
“Yes,” Anita laughed, pleased at her scene. “Beat that cock hard boy.”
She pushed two entwined fingers deep into Samantha’s cavern, and the girl beneath her shuddered, overtaken with delight.
I gritted my teeth as I slid my tightly gripped fist up and down, up and down, until my fist was a blur, and the pre cum frothed at the eye of my cock.
“Oh God Miss,” I yelped. “I’m going to cum.”
Anita laughed. “Yes boy. Cum hard. And squirt it all into the Piggy’s arsehole. Don’t miss a fucking drop. I want all your hot cum inside her.”
“Oh fuck, yes Miss,” I hissed. “Oh God.”
It was way too much. I felt the surge within; the pulse that was driving my hot cum from my swollen ball sack, up my shaft and, “fuck!”
I shoved my cock down, stuffing the head into Samantha’s spread hole, and into the heat of her bowels. I pumped spurt after spurt of thick, sticky cum into her most private place.
When I pulled back, gasping for breath, I could see a pool of my white fluid, churning in Samantha’s arse. She was gasping beneath me, eyes closed, cupping her tits and tugging her erect nipples between her fingers and thumbs. Her long legs were spread wide by the spreader and pushed down until her feet almost touched her shoulders.
I was speechless, suddenly aware of our surroundings, and I looked around.
Anita snorted with laughter. “That would shock any walkers, wouldn’t it boy? Seeing you filling the girl piggy’s arse with cum. Well. I’m going to need you hard again soon. Squat right down over piggy’s face.
“And you slut,” Anita pointed down at Samantha who now looked up at her through wide eyes, “you lick the boys arsehole, understood?”
Samantha nodded and licked her lips greedily. “Yes Mistress.”
“You lick him deep, with your tongue right inside his arse. Lick him until he is fully hard again.”
It felt so dirty, but I was going to do what I was told. I squatted down and spread my thighs over Samantha’s beautiful face.
I had never had a woman lick my arse before, and I shook with pleasure as I felt Samantha’s eager tongue slide into my orifice as she spread my arse cheeks with her fingernails. I had not expected the sensation to be so strange and overwhelming. I guess it is alien for a man to let himself feel so vulnerable. But my God, these women were so wicked. I was nothing but a slave to their pleasure.
My cock began to twitch, and thicken again almost immediately, as Samantha’s tongue snaked inside me, turning, tasting, teasing me.
Anita had returned to the holdall and she rummaged inside.
“And since you love my fucking kitchen so much bitch,” she called out, presumably to Samantha, “I brought some items from it to use on your slutty hole.”
Anita drew out of the bag what appeared to be a large bottle of oil and a fresh cucumber.
My head was under the spreader bar, Samantha’s thighs resting on my shoulders.
Anita unscrewed the lid on the large bottle of liquid and began to pour it from some height into Samantha’s gaping arse, spread before me.
“There we go slut,” Anita cooed. “The finest Spanish olive oil, up the finest British arse.”
She must have poured half the bottle into her, so that when she took the cucumber and shoved it firmly into Samantha’s orifice like a plunger, a cocktail of cum and thick oil gushed out over the girls cunt, between her thighs and down over her belly and tits, and into her hair.
Samantha groaned loudly as her tongue continued to flick in and out of my pucker, and her fingernails raked my arse cheeks. My cock had gradually stiffened with arousal, and I cried out as I felt Samantha slide one long finger deep into my rectum alongside her tongue. Anita pulled my head back by my hair, and she laughed with delight when she saw how erect I had become.
Anita let the cucumber fall to the floor and quickly unfastened Samantha’s tethered ankles. She shoved me, and then dragged the dishevelled young girl onto her back from under me.
Taking Samantha by the hair again, Anita rolled the girl from side to side on the forest floor so that the sticky mess on her body gradually mixed with the leaves and earth as Samantha scrabbled back and forth in the grip of her Mistress.
“There we go,” Anita laughed as she signalled for me to kneel before Samantha. “All little fuck pigs love to roll in mud, don’t they?”
Anita reached across and smeared Samantha’s face with the mixture of oil, cum, and saliva from the girls open mouth and tongue.
What a sight Samantha was as she propped herself up on her elbows with her long legs spread wide as I crawled before her.
She was breathing hard. Her voluptuous body streaked with oil, cum, leaves and earth. Her arse was a mass of livid red wets. Her makeup was smeared over here face, and her hair was a tangled mess of goo, mud and leaves.
“Now,” Anita demanded of her slave, “Tell us, you dirty, dirty whore, what you want this boy to do.”
Samantha was so desperate she had slid one hand between her obscenely spread legs, divided her cunt lips and was madly frigging her clit with her fingertips.
“Oh Christ,” she screamed out, “Fuck me. Stick it in me. Fuck me hard,” she snarled. “I’m a dirty fucking bitch. Fuck me like a dirty bitch!” As she finished speaking, she came, and squirted girl juice all over her hand.
I am not sure I have ever felt so wicked as I slid up over the girl and shoved my hard cock into her dripping pussy. Anita leaned in and kissed her, sucking her tongue between her own spread lips, and I kissed her neck, her shoulders and her tits as I pounded her hard. My arse was slamming, rising and falling beneath my shirt tails as I fucked for all I was worth. God, I fucked her hard.
xxx
As I said, it’s just a memory now.
Sometimes memories lie so close you can touch them. I stare down the empty path, and I can see us there as I roll from the girl, entirely spent.
They laugh as they collect their things and scamper back to the car.
They leave me naked, my cock oozing cum, in a cloud of diesel and earth, wondering just how lucky one guy can be.
As I said,
It’s just a memory now.
2015.
Leela
- 10.08.2020
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