Written by Stanoutwest

BDSM
12/10/2015


Niki was kneeling on the ground, her weight on her hands, her naked bum high and exposed to the sun and the afternoon breeze. She wore white stockings, the straps cut and hanging loose, but apart from that she was naked. The stockings might have been immaculate just a few minutes before, but now holes were beginning to spread from where her knees chafed the ground, and from where the ropes had wrenched at the delicate threads as they were being secured.

Just above each knee, thick soft ropes bound her. She was held fast, but it wasn’t constricting. Her knees were fixed, spread wide by the board tied between them, and this exposed her upper thighs, buttocks and pussy to the wafting breeze and late sun. The unfamiliar sensation of the breeze across those parts of her body that were normally always covered was tantalising, and the hairs, unaccustomed to exposure, resonated at every draught. Her ass and pussy were facing straight into the late sun, and she felt the previously unknown sensation of warm rays on those sensitive folds that only normally knew darkness. “Oh wow!”, she was thinking, “oh wow”!. The precaution of slapping some sun block on crossed her mind, but It was too late for that anyway; she didn’t have any with her, and she couldn’t reach to apply it even if she had.

She didn’t want to shade her labia from the sun, it was a new and glorious sensation, but it was impossible even if she did. The pegs at her knees fixed her position at one end, the tree held her head at the other, and the bar spreading her knees wide ensured that they remained fully exposed.

She had followed the instructions precisely. Her small overnight bag sat on the back seat, and the car key was on top of the passenger rear wheel. She was dressed for a night at the opera, and that would have appeared bizarre had anyone seen her walking from the car; because it wasn’t a city car park, it was up in the Ranges. What on earth was this lady doing? She was in her fifties, dressed in her very finest… heels, fur coat and all, and stepping out down a bush track?

She’d gone all out on getting the look right. She wore a silver, silk evening dress. It was strapless and exposed a tanned cleavage and shoulders. The dress ran tight over her hips, and narrowed to end just below her knee on one side, and above on the other. It was split on the high side to mid-way up her thigh. Her underwear was a matching set of white lace knickers and bustier. Extending from the bottom of the bustier were the straps that held the sheer white stockings.

Her jewelry for the afternoon was all silver; a wide delicately woven necklace and earrings of white stones set among silver leaves. And of course, she chose her favourite fur. She called it her ‘grand’ coat, only brought out for very special occasions, and she was hoping that this afternoon was going to be one of those.

The coat was full length and luxurious, the long strands of mink shades twinkled in the light, calling to be touched, stroked and petted; just like her hair, soft to the touch, with glossy highlights sparkling in the shifting light.

For colour she had her brown eyes, deep red lipstick and matching fingernails and shoes.

She also had a tiny clasp purse on a silver thread. There wasn’t room for much in it, just the essentials; a small packet of wet wipes, a tiny tube of KY and four condoms. She’d only put two in originally, but then added a third, and finally a fourth. Answering the un-asked question she’d said to the bathroom mirror “What? .... well … you never know!”.

She’d felt herself moisten just at the prospect.

The path was uneven and grassy, and her high pointed heels just sunk in or worse, threatened to twist an ankle, so she’d slipped them off and gone on barefoot. She saw the red ribbon in the tree on the side of the path, and the lesser track that it marked. Removing the ribbon she stepped on through the denser growth.

It had perhaps once been an access way, it was just wide enough, and it was level underfoot, but now it was overgrown and knee deep in grass. After about 50 paces there was another ribbon, confirming she was going the right way, and soon she came to the grassy clearing, roughly circular, about 20 metres across and level. ‘There was once a house here’, she thought idly.

She stood in the centre of the clearing, shoes in one hand, ribbons in the other, and turned to face the way she’d entered. That’s what the instructions had said. And there, she waited in the hot sun. She recalled the instructions. Follow the red ribbons until you reach a clearing. Stand in the centre facing the way you came in. When someone comes, do exactly what they say. No objections, no questions, and no talking. She knew the instructions perfectly; she should, after all, she had written them herself. What she didn’t know was what would happen next. That was all someone else’s plan, and she had no idea what was in that plan.

All she had given the girl on the phone was the link to her profile on the hook-up site.

She waited, and she listened intently; there was the rattle of the cicadas, and the occasional fast flutter of little wings, and some distant chirping, but nothing else. Then she heard a faint snap; a twig breaking underfoot. She looked to the entrance and watched as an Amazon stepped from the bush into the light.

She was looking at a goddess. Probably in her mid-thirties, she had long wild red hair that flowed over her shoulders, back and breasts. Yes, breasts, fabulous full and firm breasts. This Amazon was barefoot, and naked except for a wide straw sunhat. Her name was Sandy; at least, that was the name in the emails. She had the lithe, fit and sun-bleached eyebrows of a girl who spent her life following the surf.

She stepped forward, fully into the light, and stopped. She stood for a moment, then raised her arms to above her shoulders, and slowly, very slowly turned right around. She wanted Niki to see her, to examine her, all of her. Her breasts were round and full, and her nipples already pouting and erect. Her whole body was fit, toned and evenly tanned, except for a faint line where a tiny bikini strap had occasionally looped across her taut hips to disappear between firm bum cheeks.

Beneath the broad hat, hazel eyes shone through the tangle of red hair. They were sparkling. Something very naughty was happening behind them, the wry little smile gave it away.

She completed the turn, looked Niki straight in the eyes, and held that gaze as she advanced on her. Niki noticed she held something in her hand, a thick rope. It was a long soft rope with a large and open noose tied in it, like you’d use to lead a horse.

As she grew closer she checked Niki up and down.

Sandy went right up to her until they touched, first at her hips, then with her breasts, and finally with their faces. She moved in until they were cheek to cheek and closed both arms around her holding them in full contact from their legs to their breasts. She pressed her nose into the hair behind Niki’s ear and breathed in long and slow. “Oh yes, very ladylike and ‘butter wouldn’t melt’. You are just perfect.”

She drew her head back slightly, and moved her hands to cup Niki’s breasts, still keeping their thighs and hips pressed together. She smiled, and looked deeply into Niki’s eyes.

“Stay still” she breathed. She raised the halter and looped it over Niki’s head, then pulled the rope gently with one hand while lifting the knot with the other until it closed up just touching her throat. She leaned back onto Niki, reached around behind her waist with both hands, and pulled their hips and breasts to each other tightly again. She leaned in, and bowed her head slightly, brushed the soft skin of Niki’s neck with her lips and then ran her tongue between the collar bone and neck in widening circles before licking and sucking her way up to under Niki’s ear.

“Come with me.” she whispered taking the rope up again, and started to lead off. Niki was still simmering from the feel of a warm tongue on her neck, and wasn’t quite ready. Her head jolted slightly before she stepped forward to catch up with the tether.

Sandy was leading her towards a small tree. It had a trunk nearly a foot thick, but just above knee height it split into two boughs, forming a vee shape about a foot wide. It was broadly rounded where the limbs and trunk met, and formed a natural crook.

Sandy tied her end of the tether loosely to one of the boughs. Coming back to face Niki she took the ribbons from her, then slid her hands up inside the fur coat, gliding up over her breasts, around, down her sides to her hips, and back up over her breasts. Then she brought them up to Niki’s neck, reached behind and unclasped the necklace. She dropped it into the coat pocket. She took off the earrings too, put them in the pocket then kissed up Niki’s neck sucking and nibbling lightly where they had been.

Her hands came back to Niki’s breast, and this time swept up to the shoulders and over, then slid her own hands down Niki’s arms. The heavy silver-grey fur and purse fell to the floor with a soft ‘wooomph’.

Sandy walked around to where the fur had dropped, knelt down to pick it up, but paused. She put both hands on Niki’s hips and pressed her face onto her buttocks. Niki could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress. She felt Sandy’s mouth press onto her and open. Hot breath flowed over her skin, and she felt nip of teeth closing on her bum. “mmm” murmured Sandy in approval.

Sandy picked up the fur, and started folding it carefully; she doubled it, and then doubled it the other way, and then once more. Then she placed the coat carefully into the cleft of the boughs, using her hand to press a depression into the centre. She released the tether from the bough, passed the rope through the gap, ducked through to the other side, and drew in the rope. “Come to me” she said in a little sing-song voice.

Niki was gently lead forward until her breasts pressed against the boughs, then Sandy changed the direction of the tension on the halter to straight downwards. “Now, rest that gorgeous neck on this fabulous fur coat” she said. Niki stooped, putting her head through the gap. She gripped the boughs with both hands as she lowered her neck onto the soft collar, and then dropped down to her knees. It was an awkward movement; the dress was too tight at the knees to make it either easy or graceful. She put her hands to the ground and settled herself, finding out where and how she’d be comfortable. She leaned forward slightly, pressing her shoulders to the tree and found that she was quite relaxed like that; her shoulders and neck supported by a extravagant bed of fur, the rest of her weight spread equally on her hands and knees.

“Head down, arse up doesn’t normally conjure this image” she thought.

Sandy was on her knees now too. Niki looked straight down and watched as Sandy threaded the rope from her neck under an exposed root. She pulled the slack out of the line and then stood, tying the end off somewhere above and behind her. Niki couldn’t see where the rope was fixed, but Sandy was stretching up to tie it off, so wherever it was, Niki knew she couldn’t reach it.

The halter on her neck was now drawn down fully and tied off. It prevented her from lifting her head either up, or back through the cleft in the boughs. She couldn’t turn her head to look behind either; the two limbs of the tree obstructed her view. She could only see what was happening in front of her; absolutely anything could be happening behind.

“You make yourself comfortable there now. I’m just going to get… a few things” Sandy said. The message was steeped with innuendo.

Niki felt completely vulnerable… and secured by her neck like that, she was.

Niki watched as two muscled thighs, a pair of firm and meaty buttocks, a taut waist, a smooth back, broad shoulders and wild, wild hair under a broad hat, sauntered away from her. The walk was slow and deliberately provocative; with hips rolling far more than the simple locomotion required.

Immediately ahead, and less than ten paces away from where Niki’s gaze was directed, the clearing ended in a dense forest of green. Sandy approached a small manuka bush at its edge, and stopped. She planted her feet wide apart, wiggled her hips, placed both hands on her waist and bent fully over until her shoulders were below her hips. Knowing full well that Niki had no option but look straight at her, she ran her hands slowly up from her ankles to the tops of her thighs. There, she kept her hands still, but used her forefingers to gently tease her lips apart. She held the pose a while before reaching over the bush and pretending to search for something. She wanted to be sure Niki couldn’t avoid getting a good view, but Niki wasn’t looking away anyway.

She straightened up, and turned to come back. In her hands were a small day pack and a length of board with some ropes hanging from it.

The board was about a metre long, and six inches wide. Each end had a semi-circle shape cut out of it, and the ends extending past cut-out each had a large hole in them. At each end of the board, one of the holes had a length of cord already attached, about three feet long. The holes holding the cords also had loops in them; loops of sturdy rope, about 9 inches long.

Niki didn’t know precisely what this was for, but she had a few ideas… and they all seemed pretty good to her.

Sandy knelt down very close in front of Niki, looked into her eyes and said. “I’ve got all sorts of things here. Some are for you, some are for me, and some are for my friends. Oh, did I tell you? I have a friends coming. I think you’ll like them.”

She tossed the ribbons on the floor, and up-ended the bag over them. All sorts of things fell out. There was a length of shock cord with a clip on each end, a bottle of oil, a mallet, a roll of duct tape, a belt, some shaving foam and a razor, a large pair of dressmaking scissors, a bottle of whisky, and heavy steel tent pegs. There were also two items Niki couldn’t quite figure out. One was a box, like a presentation box for jewellery. It was red, about a foot long, 9 inches wide, and three inches deep. And oddly, there was a garage door closer. Niki couldn’t know what was in the box, and she couldn’t imagine what possible use there could be for the garage door closer… perhaps it was just already in the bag.

Sandy looked deep into her eyes again, and smiled wickedly. “Can you guess which ones are for my friends, and which ones are for you?”. “Let me give you a head start” she said. Then she picked up the large pair of scissors, held them up in front of Niki for a moment, stood and walked out of sight.

Niki felt the cold edge of the scissors against the back of her left thigh. She flinched at the touch, it was involuntary and instinctive.

She could feel it was the round edge against her, not the pointed one, and felt the movement as the scissors were opened and closed again. As they closed they moved up a couple of inches and she heard the ‘shish’ of well-honed blades, and the gasp of severed threads as the fabric cut. The cold edge moved slowly up to the top of her thigh, then to the fold where her bum cheek met her thigh, and then up the centre line of her buttock. She felt a hand move up under the skirt, and reach ahead of the blade, searching for something. The blade lifted slightly to clear the bustier, then continued its slow progress up her back. Behind the blades the fabric parted, and Niki felt the breeze and the sun striking her skin as more and more was exposed. The last snip released the dress and it slipped silently from her to the grass below.

“There now, that’s much better. We didn’t want that getting in the way did we?” “Now… what do we do about this other….?” Niki felt fingerers flicking at the end of the corset, but couldn’t hear anything more. She imagined Sandy standing there, admiring her handiwork… looking down on her bare shoulder and buttocks, and eyeing the corset.

She felt hands on her again, warm soft hands. They were smoothing around the cheeks of her bum, and the feeling was enormous. Not being able to see where or what the next touch would come from somehow amplified her sensitivity. Her nerves weren’t anticipating stimulation, and were configured to detect the lightest of touches, like a fly landing. A whole hand landing unanticipated on a piece of bare skin was a huge and immediate rush, and its removal was an equally dramatic sudden loss.

Sandy was speaking again. “Oh yes, very nice, very nice indeed”,” you shouldn’t hide these away you know, you should leave them out so people can see them, and touch them, and kiss them and lick them… they’re so… beautiful; white, round, firm, and silky smooth”. Two hands were on her right buttock now, flowing around it and testing the extremities. Fingers dragged up her inner thigh to where it met her torso, and followed the line, either along the bottom of her bum cheek, or up the cleft between them. Sometimes they ran through her legs and followed the line out to her hip bone, and occasionally fingers dragged right over the top of her hair and pussy. When fingers went there, they snagged slightly on the moistening skin.

Wherever the fingers went next, the touch was unanticipated, and the sensation raced through the nerves on her skin shouting into her brain.

She jumped at the sudden touch of a tongue. One hand was right at the top of her inner thigh, fingers brushing against her pubic hairs, the other on the outside of her hip, and a broad tongue landed, warm and moist in between. It was followed by lips, and the press of a nose and then it moved following the crease along the base of her cheek. Her toes curled at the touch, and she pressed her bum back to get more.

The tongue, lips and nose went out to her hip, and started coming back, following the same line. Then they passed the starting point and moved to her inner thigh, where it traced in and down until it ran over the top of the stockings. Then it came up again, reaching as far in as possible, up past her pussy, and up the cleft of her cheeks tracing her right side coming to rest on her coccyx.

Both hands now encircled the top of her thigh, the thumbs working the cheeks, pressing, stretching and lifting the flesh. The left hand was searching the cleft between her right leg, and her torso, and she broadened her stance to make more room for it, wriggling slightly to encourage it over her pussy. But the hand held to its intent.

The tongue disappeared and so did the hands, only to come back moments later to surround the other thigh. The palms moved, the fingers moved and everything they touched was electric.

Then the fingers snagged in a suspender, and the hands disappeared again. There was a pause; a frustrating pause for Niki.

She heard Sandy again. “Sorry sweetie”. “These might look fabulous in your bedroom, but they’re getting in the way here.” And then she heard the “swish” as the jaws of the scissors opened again.

There was a fleeting touch as a suspender was lifted and cut, then the scissors came around and severed the front one. Next she was aware that the hand with the scissors came between her parted legs, and she felt oddly violated. It was indeed odd, as that was precisely what she had in mind when she launched this little adventure.

The front and back suspenders on her left leg lost all tension too, and Niki could now feel fingers lifting the hem of the corset.

Then she felt the scissors again, at the base of her spine; cold, sharp and hard. This time they teased her. The tip moved down, not up. They slid smooth and silent past her coccyx and into the top of her butt cleft, they stopped there, then slid back up to where they’d started, and then back down again. This time when they went back up, they carried on until they met fabric in their open jaws.

“Say goodbye to your fancy lingerie Lady”, said Sandy, but Niki said nothing. She knew not to.

She felt the increased pressure of the blade on her back and then the ‘pop, pop, pop as Sandy cut up the line of the criss-crossed laces. The bustier parted behind the cut strings and Niki felt the first touch of the sun and the air on the newly exposed skin.

The corset slowly parted along her spine. Pop, pop, pop, swish, slide. Pop, pop, pop, swish, slide. As the last cord was cut, the bustier slid silently onto her dress and she felt her boobs drop, bounce and hang in the open air. “That’s seven hundred bucks lying right there on the grass” Niki thought until warm hands cupping and lifting her bare breasts chased the thought away. The hands swept away down to her hips and then ran up Niki’s back, up to her shoulders, and then under her arms, down the sides of her breasts to her waist, into her stomach and down into where the tops of her thighs met her torso. She could feel Sandy’s hips pushing against her bum, their thighs touching, and then more and more skin came onto her.

Sandy slowly folded at her hips and rolled herself up Niki’s back…. stomach, chest, breasts, and then shoulders. Finally, she turned her head to the left and set her cheek down on Niki’s shoulder. The contact area was enormous. It built in a slow, rolling sensual wave, and Niki was basking in it.

She felt the load on her back suddenly increase and two hands arrived on her tummy. They made a line out to the points of her pelvis, down and in to her thighs, and then drew slow line straight up her centre before scooping up and supporting her breasts. Sandy pulled them up to her, squeezed slightly and flicked the nipples back and forth with her thumbs before lowering them and taking her hands back down to Niki’s hips.

She unloaded her weight, and all contact disappeared. Sandy must have stepped away completely; as suddenly the sensation of skin on skin was replaced by the suns gentle touch; exciting her back, and teasing into her thighs and labia.

Then, hands and fingers again, this time gently opening her thighs and buttocks. “I’m just admiring the view sweetie… some of nature’s finest” she could feel hot breath on her thighs and on her lips. “And yes, it’s a fine view, a very, very fine view indeed. Do I see a little hint of dew glistening away in there?”

She did. But Niki didn’t say anything.

“More people should be able to see that” she said and came back into view.

“This is one of yours!” she said, lifting the length of wood with the ropes, the mallet and two of the pegs. “Do you know what it’s for?” “No, don’t answer, it’s rhetorical.” “I’m going to use this to spread your knees, and tie them there, so that everyone can see that beautiful, and you can’t hide it away any more”. “Everyone?” thought Niki... was there someone else there?

Sandy moved behind, and lifted Niki’s right knee out to the side a little. There was a lot of movement, and Niki felt the wood on the inside of her thigh. The slot in the board sat just above her knee, and the rope wound and taken around the outside of her thigh, and into the other hole. Then it came out and back around to the other hole and so on until it was tied off. There was no tension on the ropes, there didn’t need to be, but equally, there was no escape from it either. Occasionally Niki had the momentary thrill of what she knew was a breast and nipple draping across her back, but mostly it was just brief passing contact of some unknown part of some unknown limb. Suddenly there was a light smack on her bum. “Done!, Now spread really wide so I can do the other one”.

Niki obliged, but Niki had to spread her even wider to get her thigh into the opening on other end of the board. Once in place the lacing up began again. Then Niki felt her right hand lifted and taken backwards to see how far it could reach. Her knee was shuffled forward until her fingers reached the back of her knee, but no more. Then there was sideways tugging on the boards and she heard the mallet thumping. Hands moved the other knee to the same position, and the mallet thumped again. But this time the hands were still around her leg.

There WAS someone else there.

Then the other hands were gone again. She wriggled and shifted to see what had been going on, but now her knees were locked firmly to the ground, held fast by pegs through the loops in the board. Her arse was high wide and handsome, her legs spread wide and her pussy was smiling at the sun.

She wished now she’d left her modesty in the car.

She felt warm breath on her pussy again, and hair tickled the backs of her thighs. Sandy was slowly blowing hot breath over Niki’s labia and vagina… which was beginning to leak. “Oh yes, that’s much better. Now everyone can see those lovely lips and that beautiful wet hole… and yes sweetie, we can all see you're wet”, “can’t we guys?”

Two voices, both men’s, cheerfully confirmed that they could see Niki’s wet and partly opened vagina.

“Well, introduce yourselves to the Lady boys” said Sandy.

Two hands landed on Niki’s buttocks, they were bigger and more vigorous than the ones she’d felt before. “Hi, I’m Simon”. Simon was kneading her buttocks hard, then he abandoned them and grabbed at her boobs. He pressed his groin hard onto her wet pussy, and she could feel the firm bulge grinding against her through his pants. He carried on mauling her boobs until Sandy called him off.

“That’s enough now Simon!” she said firmly, “She’s my plaything, not yours.”. “Come round here and let her have a look at you”.

The pummelling stopped and Simon came into view. He was tall, tanned all over apart from from a pale outline of skimpy togs, and very muscular. He was easy on the eye, and he knew it too. His t-shirt was too small for his chest, and his shorts were too tight for his bum. The only thing that fitted was his runners. All three were deliberate. He had the smug confidence of someone who fancied his chances with the ladies. He didn’t need brains when he had all that muscle to flash around.

He stood in front of Niki now.

“I said show the lady” said Sandy. “She can’t see you if you’re all covered up now can she?” Sandy had a different tone when she spoke to Simon. Whenever she spoke to Niki it was soft, soothing and gentle, but with Simon it was plain, and firm.

Simon slipped off his runners, and then made of show of slowly taking his shirt off and stepping out of his pants. He was trying to give look Niki an ‘over the shoulder’ sexy pout, but it came off all wrong, and Sandy tutted.

“Turn away, and hands behind your head” instructed Sandy, and he dutifully turned and locked his fingers together behind his neck.

Sandy had picked up a stick from the bush, and now proceeded to highlight Simon’s features with it. She trailed the stick up from his waist to his armpit on each side. “There’s nice form here, and here” “and these are nice and tight too” she said grabbing a buttock firmly in each hand and shaking. “Legs apart’, came the instruction, and Simon spread his gait wide.

Sandy ran the stick up and down the insides of his legs. “These are nice and firm too” she said. Then she knelt down next to his right leg, and draped herself around it. She ran her hands up and down, one on the front, one on the back. Niki could see the hand running around his thighs and buttocks, but not the one she knew was working his cock.

“Oh Simon!”, she admonished, “I don’t think the lady can see properly. Turn around, hands on hips.”

Simon turned and spread his stance even wider. Sandy moved behind him. With her right hand she reached through his legs and cupped his balls. She reached around the front with her left and closed her fist around his shaft. She worked him up and down a few times, then let go of his balls and moved round to the front. She bent, opened her mouth and went down on him while she still wanked him with her left hand. It didn’t take long to get him fully up, and then she showed her handiwork to Niki. She held up the firm and fat handful like she was showing off a fish that she’d just caught.

“It’s only a six inch-er, but I think it’ll do the job” she announced.

Niki nodded in the affirmative.

“It’s a pity it’s for me then, not you” she said mockingly as she picked up one of the items from the pack, and winked at her.

In a sudden movement she whacked Simon across his shaft with the stick.

“You bitch!”, he yelped “you fucking bitch.”.

There was a ripping noise. “Mouth shut” she said, and slapped a six inch strip of gaffer tape across it.

“Aaah, that’s better” she said. “He’s a good specimen apart from that potty mouth, and we don’t want any of that nonsense do we, after all… you’re a lady aren’t you?... You ARE a lady, right?” Niki nodded in the affirmative.

“He just has those two defects, that mouth, and this bit” she smacked him on the top of his head with her stick. There was a muffled response, but this time the expletive stayed behind the tape.

“Now Simon. Move yourself under Niki there so that she gets a really close-up view of your stuff.”

Simon came over and sat down. He straddled his legs around the tree and shuffled forward until his upright cock was directly under Niki’s eyes.

“I’m just going to make him a bit more presentable before we use him” Sandy said as she squirted a large dollop of shaving foam into her palm. She smeared the foam thickly around the base of Simon’s pole, and lathered a second handful around his balls.

Niki looked down as Sandy worked the foam into Simon hair. He was enjoying her slippery massage, after the smack with the stick, and he was swelling and rising. Sandy held the razor in one hand, and his dick in the other, held upright between her thumb and forefinger. Then she stopped.

“This might take a while” she said, and then in a slightly louder voice, “Why don’t you introduce yourself Stan”.

A voice from behind said “Certainly Sandra, thank you. Hello Niki, I’m Stan”. It was a soft voice, level and measured. Niki guessed it probably belonged to someone older than Simon.

Warm soft hands wrapped themselves around her right thigh and slowly moved upwards, fingers and thumbs reaching out exploring the soft and sensitive skin. As the fingers reached the top of her inner thigh, lips followed. ‘Stan’ licked up and down the inside of one thigh then the other, hands flowing around her buttocks and inside her thighs, front and back. Both hands then spanned around her right thigh, moved steadily all the way up, and then down, sweeping the un-secured stocking so that it dropped loose onto the board spreading her knees. The hands moved to the other thigh, and repeated the whole action.

The tongue moved up from her knee, up her thigh, along her bum cleft, and came to a stop just under her coccyx. Then pressed firm and wide, and worked around and around in little circles.

The touch and the tongue. Had it been Stan’s hands and tongue earlier, not Sandy’s?” She felt the tongue run lightly back down the cleft, then broaden as he pressed up the fold where her thigh met her torso. Stan followed it round, across her perineum down the other side, and then back again. Niki twisted slightly to try and get that tongue into her pussy, but Stan kept to his path. “Not yet Lady,” he murmured, “not yet”.

Stan continued with his hands and tongue, up, down, and around her pussy, but never quite into it or onto her clitoris. He was deliberately frustrating her, and she knew it.

While she was relaxing into the slow pussy licking Sandy continued the shaving. She’d obviously done it before, but it still took time to get past the awkward bits around his bum and scrotum. She lifted, lowered and spread his legs with the same carelessness you might use while stuffing a turkey. While she gave him all the respect you might give a joint of lamb, Simon was feeling spoiled.

Niki watched as the soapy hands and blade worked around Simon’s cock and balls. He was soon stood up again after his beating, and it wasn’t much longer before he was staring straight up at the sky, wide eyed and blinking hard. Niki was staring too; staring down, lusting for that wonderful, hard piece of meat, and trying not to dribble.

It was a young dick, and a strong one. It wasn’t over long, but it was fat. When Sandy held it in her closed fist, her thumb only just touched her opposing fingertip. It was smooth and symmetrical with only a slight and even curve to it, and the skin still had its youth; smooth and elastic. Sandy held his helmet in a closed fist and manoeuvred him around like she was holding a gear stick on a windy road. She selected reverse as she moved to finish up on the top bits, and “oooohhh”.

Total and instant distraction.

Two wet fingers rode firmly over her G-spot.

Stan had stepped the pace up.

The fingers moved together, in and out, around, and exploring deep. They moved together, and they parted. They opened out wide and they flicked up and down, then they went back together, in, out. The out stroke was always the same. The hand owning the fingers was turned palm down, as the fingers withdrew they were crooked slightly, and the tips were pulled back with firm and steady pressure.

In, open, reach, close, twist, push, up, down, out over the “… aaah”.

Niki was starting to pant now, her lip pursed like she was inflating an air bed… except there was a faint tremor in them too. She could feel the perspiration beading on her brow and filling her eyebrows. And even though her body and bum and boobs were dangling in the breeze, she could feel her cheeks were puffed and glowing.

“He’s done this before!” Niki thought as the fingers pressed forward again, her juices slopping around them. She was very wet. She could hear the action now as well as feel it. As Stan worked her insides there was the occasional, pop and sloshing noise of a huge, wet and floppy kiss.

Sandy spoke. “Can you let up a moment please Stan”, “I just need the Lady’s attention for a moment”.

The fingers came out slow steady and relaxed; two hands went to her buttocks followed by a quick peck on her right cheek. Then they were all gone.

Niki opened her eyes to see that the shaving was finished. Sandy had a bundle of ruined silver silk in her hands and was carefully wiping the last of the foam and bristle from around Simon’s shaft with it. She wiped her hands clean on the defiled fabric, and then discarded the old rag… that’s all it was now.

When her hands came back into sight she was holding the bottle of Whisky. There was a crack as she loosed the top, then she raised it to level with Niki’s eyes.

“We just need to rinse off that nasty soap now don’t we. We ladies don’t like soap in our mouths, do we”. She looked briefly at Niki, then took her attention back to the standing knob. “Simon likes this bit, don’t you Simon”. There was wriggling and a muffled noise from under the tape. Niki couldn’t make out the words, but she was pretty sure they weren’t ‘yes’”.

Sandy unceremoniously sloshed some whisky over her hands and rinsed them, then raised the bottle again over Simons dick. She poured it over him and there was an immediate muted squawk and a jerk of his hips as the raw spirit met his razored flesh. Sandy poured again, from higher and more liberally this time. The stream flowed briefly over Niki’s nose, and cheeks, then Sandy put the bottle down and started to rinse him off with both hands. Niki stretched out her tongue to sample the fare. Nice… old… full.

The liberal dosing of whisky and the rubbing and wiping left the air heavy with vapour. Niki draw it in deeply, and savoured it. It was deep and rich. She could smell the sweetness, and the heather and… wood smoke. Niki was fond of whisky, but couldn’t quite definitely identify this one. It was certainly Scottish, and a probably a single malt. It was familiar, but she couldn’t nail it down completely.

Sandy poured and rinsed a couple more times before wiping her hands clean on his stomach and then drying them on her own. Then she got up and moved.

Niki looked down at the pristine cock now bristling with tingling freshness from its alcohol rub. She opened her mouth and strained down, but couldn’t reach. She looked up again.

Sandy was facing her now, knees on the ground either side of Simon’s waist. The tops of her ankles were over his shoulders, and her snatch hovered over his face.

“There’s just one more little bit to clean” she said looking straight at Niki. Then quietly added, “we might just want to muffle him a bit for this”.

She squatted down firmly and upright over Simon’s face as she lifted the bottle, tossed her head back, and poured into her open mouth. She kept pouring until it was full and overflowing. Then she closed her mouth, cheeks bulging and bent down towards Simon’s shaft. Niki watched as Sandy used both hands to hold his cock straight to her, and slowly pulled down Simon’s foreskin to expose the sensitive glans underneath.

Simon was trying to say something but neither of the girls was paying attention.

Sandy’s eyes looked into Niki as she put her lips to his tip, then slowly slid onto him opening her mouth as she went. The tip of Sandy’s nose popped into Niki’s mouth and stopped there. Niki petted it gently with the tip of her tongue. Sandy put her hands under Simon’s bum and lifted him to where she wanted him. A few dribbles of whisky had escaped and run down his cock as Sandy had slid over him, but she’d managed to keep most of it. Now, she pulled down, unrolling his foreskin and held his helmet in her mouth, immersed in a bath of neat spirit. Simon was jumping and twitching and most probably screaming, but they were oblivious to him.

Sandy’s head and jaw and cheeks started a small but steady rotating movement… and Niki heard the swishing in her mouth as Sandy’s tongue started to spin and race over Simon's end.

It couldn’t go on for long, or Simon would just erupt, so soon enough head slowly came up his shaft and back into view. She sat upright, her whole weight on Simon's face again, looked skyward, and swallowed hard.

“Ahhh, my favourite…. Queen Victoria’s too I believe”. “Loch Nagar!” popped into Niki’s head.

Sandy climbed off Simon, and left him gasping, his chest heaving. His head had turned a funny colour but the girls couldn’t have cared less if it had fallen off completely … just as long as that shaft stayed hard.

Sandy knelt back at his left hip and bent over low. Cupping Simon’s balls in her left hand and wrapping her whole right hand around the top of his cock, she steered it so it pointed directly at Niki, and then pulled down very, very slowly.

Niki stared, as the foreskin slowly parted, and started to stretch over the bulb underneath. The end of his glans came into sight, smooth and wet, and a fresh whiff of whisky wafted up to her. Sandy didn’t pull all the way back, she was teasing Niki now. She slid the sheath back closed and then opened it again slowly, this time showing a little more…. and again and again, showing a little more each time, until the foreskin was opened tight right on his crest, teetering at its limit. A tiny movement more and the foreskin sprang underneath leaving his whole glans exposed.

Sandy steered the stiff cock again, and positioned it right under Niki’s mouth. Niki strained and pouted but the best she could manage was to lightly brush her outstretched tongue across the tip. The tip already glistened with a hint of pre-cum.

“Up Simon!” called Sandy. Simon’s hands went to his hips and the prick shot up towards Niki. It missed her mouth and shot up by her right ear, but Sandy wrestled it, and Niki’s head, until it forced across her cheek and jumped into, her mouth. It pushed her teeth wide and filled her, immediately and completely.

“When you’re ready Stan” was the last Niki noticed as her focus shifted onto what was now happening in her mouth.

Simon wasn’t overly large to look at, but in her mouth he was huge. He was pressing all the way to her throat, and she was gagging on it.

Sandy was watching carefully and saw that Simon’s lunge was too much and he was choking Niki. She put a both hands firmly on his solar plexus, and limited his extension.

At the other end, Stan, who had stopped to allow Niki to concentrate on these sensations, now resumed his attentions.

Niki couldn’t move her head much, but she was rocking it around as she could, working her jaw, lips and tongue, and Simon was doing what he was allowed too. When Simon withdrew a bit Niki ran her tongue around the smooth surface of his glans and around and under the crest. On his longer strokes she had her whole tongue on his length, ran it forwards and backwards and pressed him hard onto her upper palate.

Simon responded urgently. He was already well excited from the shaving, then the alcohol rub, and now the warm, wet, mouth and tongue busily suckered onto his prized possession… it was driving him nuts.

He was pushing hard into Niki’s mouth, occasionally causing a brief cough and gurgle as he filled her too completely again. Sandy was trying to hold him back, but Niki was working her jaws lips and tongue furiously and sucking hard encouraging him on.

Then, she suddenly stopped moving. Her jaw slacked, the suction released with a pop, and her eyes bulged wide.

The fingers were back pressing and rubbing over her sensitive spot again. But this time they were joined by more. Two more fingers had appeared, straddling her clit and squeezing up and down its length firmly.

Niki was lost in the surge of sensations for a moment. Her mouth was filled to the back with Simons meat, her lips closed over it. Two fingers were manipulating everything she held dear inside, and now two fingers were stoking her clitoris, opening and closing her hood at each pass.

Two hands pressing gently on the back of her head brought her attention back to the task at hand. Her mouth was so full! She set back to working her tongue on him, and sucked hard.

Suddenly, the fingers disappeared again… and so did the cock.

Sandy’s face appeared right in front of her again and asked “How are we doing so far?”, “You can answer”

“Marvellous!”, ”Bloody marvellous!” Niki panted.

“Good”, said Sandy, then “Up Simon!” and Simon’s helmet plunged back into her mouth. He didn’t miss this time. He filled her up completely; she closed her lips around him, and sucked hard.

Almost immediately she felt fingers back on her pussy. Her lips were being spread, and she was being teased open. It barely needed encouragement, it was still puffed and part open anyway. She felt cool air on her wet inside skin, then something, pressed into her. It opened her entry and carried on, sliding deep, and filling her up. Her eyes widened as it touched her cervix and widened again as it was pressed home hard, spreading and filling her everywhere.

It wasn’t fingers or a dick, it was too cool, and it wasn’t a dildo, it was softer. “Your favourite fruit I believe” Stan said. “It’s mine too!” he added with relish.

Niki clicked.

She felt his lips on her as he closed his mouth over the end of the banana; the end that she knew was hanging out of her dripping pussy. Stan ran his tongue around the banana, around her lips, and then again, this time finding and pressing down the inside surface. He bit a protruding piece off, placed his tongue flat on the end, pushed and held it there a moment. As he released the pressure the banana slid back, but he stopped it going too far. He moved his mouth and tongue wider now licking up and down the inside folds of her lips, and flitting lightly over her clitoris. He bit off a little more banana and circled again, around the lips, and over her clit. This time he lingered. He broadened his tongue and ran it up and down length, before wiggling the point, and finding that super sensitive spot under her hood.

Niki’s whole frame shuddered at the touch.

She squeezed her muscles and the banana moved, but Stan stopped it with his tongue and bit only a small part away. He was moving his tongue around her labia again, over her urethra, and across, up and down and over her clitoris once more. Then, broad sweeps side to side, and up and down with the point.

He took his mouth away momentarily and half a mangled banana shot from her slippery chute onto the grass. In a moment his tongue was in its place. He reached deep, as deep as he could, with his lips crushed against hers, and his nose in her arse. Round and around he swirled. He heard her fighting for more oxygen through her nose, the jerkiness in her breath. Her thigh muscles tightened on his head, and her pussy muscles clenched his tongue. He pulled his tongue back out, circling the opening as he went and pressed his broad tongue flat along her clitoris. He licked firmly up and down, and put both hands around the tops of her legs, braced for what was about to happen. He narrowed his lips to be just around the end of her clitoris. With the tip of his tongue found her sweet spot under her hood again. First he touched it lightly, and her legs quivered. Then he began circling it, and sucked, drawing her into his mouth and he sucked hard, and circled and circled.

She went off.

He was braced and ready for it. Niki was thrashing everything she could move, which wasn’t a lot, but it was violent spasms. Stan held on and rode with her. His lips firmly sealed onto her, tongue still working hard. Her juices gushed across his chin and down her legs and she shook some more.

There was a muffled yelp, and dick in her mouth jumped too. She hadn’t meant to bite like that… it was completely involuntary.

She tossed and thrashed and Stan held on until the convulsions steadied, and the heaving eased.

Finally, Niki relaxed. She slumped, but dropped too hard on the cock and jerked up again gagging slightly. Then, it was being dragged away from her, and flopped from her mouth. She sucked in huge gulps of air, sagged, and then wilted completely.

Stan took his cue and quietly withdrew all contact.

She felt his tongue and his hands leave her, and she hung her head low, chest heaving, catching her breath. She could feel her juices dribbling down the inside of her legs now, cool in the open air, and she knew her chute was still wide; she felt the cool air up there too.

As the thumping in her chest and the roaring in her ears subsided, she heard a distinctive sound behind her; the shutter click of a digital camera.

“Now THAT should be hanging in the bloody Louvre!” said Stan.

She shuddered, went completely limp, closed her eyes, and faded off into the void.

Continued in: In the clearing: Part 2


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