Written by Stanoutwest

BDSM
15/01/2016


Continues from “In the clearing, Part 1”

When awareness returned she looked up to see that the scene had changed. Simon was stood in front of her, and facing her. Sandy had obviously been entertaining herself by oiling him up and he was now slick and shiny from top to bottom; especially the bottom... and the bits on the other side.

She was looking at Niki at the same time as slowly fondling Simon’s oiled and semi-rigid cock. She was obviously just marking time; she was certainly not working him enough to bring him off.

There was a picnic table now, positioned in the setting sunlight, with two chairs beside it. A man with greying hair was taking things from a wicker basket and arranging them on the table. At first she thought he was a butler, but when he stood up and turned to face her, she saw he was dressed in a dinner suit, the whole works… black bowtie and shining black shoes, like he was going to an opening night at the Theatre. He came over, knelt on one knee, smiled and looked into her eyes. Then he leaned forward and kissed her full on the lips, and she caught the scent. It was pungent and distinct. Niki recognised the scent and taste of her own pussy a mile away. This was Stan, Stan who’d had his nose pressed up her bum and his tongue deep in her just a few minutes earlier.

Stan looked into her again and said “you look absolutely ravishing Niki my dear”,

Niki wasn’t feeling “ravishing”. She was stark naked on the middle of the bush, with her arse in the air and her head tied to a tree… and she’d arranged for this to happen! “Ravishing” wouldn’t have been the first word to come into her head. “Trollop” wasn’t right either, but it was definitely getting closer.

He moved around to directly in front of her, pulled a phone from his jacket pocket and squatted to snap a few more mementos.

He stood, swiped the camera roll back a few frames, came up to her and held the screen under her eyes. “See?”

Niki could see alright, but she couldn’t see “ravishing”. She was looking at a picture of her on all fours, bum high in the air and bright in the sunlight. She could see up her back, to where arms were spread out wide to the ground, but no head. The shoulders ended at a tree lined with a few bits of fur.

Her legs were spread wide at the knees and held there, spread by a board that stopped her closing them. Through the gap between her legs she could see her boobs hanging loose and free in the breeze. Her knees were tied to a board, and the board was pegged to the ground. The board was pooled, dribbled on and splattered with her juices. They had either dribbled down her thighs, or fallen directly from her.

Lying on the grass between her legs was a piece of mashed banana, slick and shiny with her syrup.

The centrepiece of the picture was her pussy, framed by the bright pale flesh around it.

Stan watched her pupils suddenly dilate as she found it, and zoomed the picture in for her.

The camera in the phone was good, very good. The screen was large, bright and vivid and the sharpness of the image was spectacular. It took a very good picture, and no doubt had captured some beautiful scenes, but the close-up of her pussy was not ‘picturesque’, it was plain pornographic.

Her hairs were soaked and sticking randomly to whatever skin was close. Her puffed lips were open and dripping. The pink flesh inside her lips was smooth and shiny from the wet, and this only further highlighted the blackness of her chute; still partly open. Coming from the bottom of the opening was a thick dribble of milky lube. It ran down and pooled where her lips joined before ending in an extended drip hanging from her. Her left lips was thickly coated almost it’s whole length, whereas the right had only two, albeit heavy drips.

The insides of her buttocks and thighs were completely slick with the combination of her pussy syrup, cum juice and Stan’s saliva. Where it wasn’t completely wet it ran in rivulets down her thighs to end; splashed, pooled or splattered across the board splitting her knees.

To compare the sight to a cheap tart would be an insult to the tart. She looked like she’d just serviced an entire ships complement, and was now waiting for the next ship to berth.

Satisfied that she’d taken in the view from the rear, Stan flicked to one that he’d just taken. The previous picture might have been porn, but this wasn’t, it was just ugly.

It showed a head in the cleft of a tree. The cleft was lined with grey fur. Behind you could see that she was on all fours, arms and legs spread wide, supporting her weight. Her head was stooped, and she was looking forward with watery eyes and drooping lids. Her jaw hung slack and tongue part out… like she was panting.

She looked like a bulldog.

And her hair and face… what a state!

Niki was in her prime. She was proud of her looks and dressed to allure. She enjoyed it when men turned for a second look.

She particularly liked her photograph in the Company Profile. It showed a sophisticated mature lady untroubled by naivety. The dark rimmed glasses gave her an academic or medical professional look, like a consultant or specialist. The black dress was the epitome of business-like, with just a little hint of seductress. The top of her dress was open just a fraction wider at the shoulders than was strictly business, the front was cut just a fraction wider, and the cleavage just a fraction deeper.

The photographer had captured her beautifully. Look at the face and you saw sophistication and elegance. But there was also a tiny spark of something naughty going on behind the eyes, and a micro-smile that said ‘You think you’re up to it? Really?’. She loved the larger version of it hanging in the Boardroom. On the bigger canvas her shoulders, sternum, glimpse of firm round breast, and cleavage all stood out more. She liked the way men standing before it always ended up looking down her cleavage. And then, when first saw her sitting opposite at the table, they couldn’t hold eye contact.

She often daydreamed about the half bloated penis inside the suit opposite. Sometimes she thought about their dicks too, but mostly it was business, and how to get done what she wanted to happen. It was usually pretty easy. Even the smartest man thought through his dick brain before his frontal lobe; they were so easy to manipulate. She knew it, and she enjoyed playing that game.

But that elegant temptress wasn’t the woman in the picture in front of her now.

Even the cheapest port whore didn’t look like this after a long night. Her eyes we dull and watery. Black streaks ran down each cheek (that was expensive! It wasn’t supposed to run). Her nose and cheeks were splattered with tea like stains of dried whisky. The stains contrasted with the glow of her cheeks. Her hair (how was she going to explain this to her stylist?) had cost $200 to get right for the afternoon. Now, apart from the strands that were stuck to the sweat across her brow, her hair flew loose in strands, braids, tufts and bunches in all directions, littered with bits of bark and leaf.

Her lips were smudged everywhere. While her eyeliner shouldn’t have run, the lipstick wasn’t a surprise. The lipstick hadn’t been invented yet that would withstand the way she had forced her mouth around the base of Simon’s cock.

“Of course, I was busy aft to see what was happening up front here”, Stan said. “But Sandra was good enough to snap a couple for us”. The phone had disappeared. Stan was flicking back through the camera roll again. Then he took some time to zoom in and frame particular portion.

“There!”, “Now what do you think of that?”.

Niki was speechless, which was handy, since that’s what she was supposed to be (It was her rules; No Pain, Do as instructed, No objections, No questions, No talking).

If the previous images were pornographic and downright ugly, then this was simply visceral.

It was in profile, a close-up of a head emanating from the bough of a tree, and impaled on a penis. It was stark and graphic, like it had been taken by a war photographer.

The eyes were bulging wide, with the whole length of Simon in her mouth. Her lips were drawn back exposing her bared teeth and you could see that the moment had captured her mid-scream. Spittle drooled from her mouth and ran down what remained of Simons length before pooling in globs on his groin.

It was base, low, and primitive.

Stan smiled warmly at her again, straightened up and went back towards the picnic table. As he moved away she heard him saying “Oh yes, these are going straight into the pool room”. She groaned inaudibly at the thought of them hanging in view on someone’s wall.

Sandy was moving around now. She had positioned Simon onto the ground in front of Niki, sat him down and laid him on his back. She lifted his legs to one each side of the tree, and then spread his arms out next to two large pegs in the ground. He was a little further away than before, and Niki wondered what this was all about. She’d just had a shattering orgasm, and been shown the evidence in glorious Technicolor. Wasn’t it time to wrap up the storyline?... apparently not.

Sandy started to tie Simon’s hands down to the pegs (‘the last two pegs thought Niki’). “Oh... If I don’t do this then he’ll either paw the tits off me or he’ll wank himself to death” she explained.

“And we don’t want either of those things to happen in the next half hour, now do we?”. (‘next half hour?... there IS more to come’).

After she tied the second wrist she stood and turned back to Niki. Niki noticed that the knots holding Simon’s wrists were bows. ‘That’s an interesting detail’ she was thinking when Sandy took her attention again.

“You might have noticed…”, she said, “that we haven’t used all the goodies from the bag yet”. She picked up the red box, and the garage door opener. The opener was on a string which she looped over her head and wore it like a referees whistle. Then she came right up to Niki, knelt, leaned in and whispered in her ear “Now what do you think is in the box?” she said.

She put her mouth over Niki’s lips and sucked gently. She ran her tongue around the outside of the lips and when Niki parted her jaw slightly the tongue ran around the inside of her lips, and onto her own. There were a few moments of mounting action as the two mouths pressed hard onto each other and tongues explored vigorously, but Sandy stopped it. Niki was breathing hard again when Sandy pulled back. She stayed so close that their lips were still just touching, and Niki heard, as the box was shuffled open.

Then she felt something hard pressing up between their chins, and Sandy leaned back enough to something into Niki’s mouth.

Niki couldn’t back off because the tree and the halter stopped her, and she couldn’t say ‘No!’ because she had a large plastic cock in her mouth. It was a little thicker than Simon, but not quite as long. It also had a distinct bend in it, about half way along; she could feel it pushing her tongue down but also pressing on the roof of her mouth. She was also aware of something pressing on her nose, and something else on her chin.

“I’d like to introduce you to Hector sweetie”. “He was big and strong you know…. Hector.” There was a tapping on her nose, and Nikki strained cross eyed to look. “Now this little piece of his here, that’s going to go in your bum. Now I know you’re not too fond of that sort of thing…. but trust me; you are going to adore this. It’s not big or long, it’s just like a little button mushroom, and you see those little lumps all the way round?... oh of course, you can’t, I’ll just tell you. Well, as it vibrates, all these little lumps on the outside start going round and round just inside your… well, you know. And the whole mushroom bit is fixed to the end of a bent stick which jiggles around as well”. ”mmmm, it’s just divine”.

Niki felt tapping on her chin now. “Now this bit here’s on a jiggling stick too. It’s made of that squishy stuff that takes the shape of whatever it’s pressed onto. And when we’re finished it’s going to have an lovely imprint of your clitoris on it. It doesn’t buzz, or have the twirling lumpy bits. It goes up and down, like you’re cleaning your teeth. And as the pad warms up, it starts to soften and grab hold of you. It lifts up your hood, and then sets to works right on your naked clit. We’ll know when that happens sweetie… you’ll start wailing like a banshee. “

The tapping moved to her mouth. “Now this piece here, well that does all sorts”. “It goes round and round, and buzzes and…. oh why don’t we just show you.”

Sandy lifted the garage door opener directly in front of Niki’s eyes… then she pressed the button.

The penny dropped with Niki. (Oh….. it’s a remote for the vibratooooo-ooooh). There was a tickling on her nose, and something was rubbing her chin, but these were the very last things she noticed as her mouth had erupted in a torrent of movement.

Hector roared into life and buzzed vigorously along his length. Niki instinctively closed her jaws, biting hard, which was a mistake. As soon as her teeth made tight contact on the shaft her whole skull started to vibrate with Hector; rattling her teeth and jarring her vision. She let go with her teeth and held on with her lips; something was running around them. Imagine your lips in an “o” shape, then run your finger around in the opening. Niki had a dozen little fingers running around the inside of her lips… and the same continued all the way up Hector! Along the shaft inside her mouth rings of lumps were rotating around the shaft under some sort of pliable skin. The bumps moved across her tongue, up the inside of the left cheek, across the roof of her mouth, down the right cheek and back onto her tongue… and they were still going around and around on her lips.

As well as the moving massage bumps, and buzzing, the whole shaft seemed to rotate. Not the shaft itself, but the shape of it under its skin. Niki couldn’t work out if the end was sweeping big circles in her mouth, or the middle was tracking around in a small orbit… and she didn’t really care; she realised the path that this would take inside her… and she wanted to get it there.”

The buzzing and movement stopped.

“Yes, he seems to be working just fine” said Sandy. Hector was being drawn slowly from her mouth. Niki tried to hold onto him with her teeth, but Sandy was insistent.

“Well, I think you get the gist of it” She said.

Sandy was holding Hector in front of her now. It was the shape of a mis-shaped lop-sided anchor. It had a short fat shaft, and oddly shaped flukes. The shaft was indeed a bit thicker than Simon. If she’d tried to close her thumb and forefinger around it, they might not quite touch on the other side. There was a prominent rounded bend in the middle, and that tilted the bulbous end by about 10 degrees. All around the shaft were little raised massage bumps.

The Flukes of the anchor were the bits that would go to her bum and clitoris. The butt piece was like a small button mushroom. It too had a row of the massage lumps around it, and Niki clenched her anus at the thought of them rotating in her sphincter. The other fluke was for her clitoris. It didn’t look much, just a rounded rectangular pad about 2cm by 4cm. The surface that would touch her looked like some it was sort of firm gel bag.

The shaft was green, the butt and clit pieces were red and they were joined by two bent silver rods. If it only had a few twinkling lights Niki thought it could easily pass for a Christmas decoration. For a moment the image flashed in the mind of the table set for Christmas lunch, with Hector set in front of her mother. Her mother was about to ask… when Niki realised that Sandy was talking again.

“And along the back here are these three things that look like cable grips; one on the butt piece, one on the clit piece and one on the main piece”. But this time Niki was ahead of her. She was good at memory games. The only un-used pieces from the pack were Hector in the red box, the garage door opener… and the belt and shock cord. The belt would go around her waist, and the shock cord would be stretched over Hector, with the clips pressing him tight into her, and at her butt and clitoris.

Stan had produced a small tube of gel from his pocket, and as Sandy was talking he applied some liberally over the little mushroom and the clit pad.

She noticed Sandy again. “Stan, will you do the honours?” “It will be my pleasure” he said, and disappeared.

Soon something was happening behind her again. She felt the belt go around her waist and buckled at the top, in the small of her back. Then the elastic cord was attached to the belt at her tummy and tugged a little to straighten it. It pulled tight and she felt the cord as it pulled up between her pussy lips, up through the crack between her cheeks, and she felt the hook on her skin as it was clipped onto the belt on her back. She felt Stan’s hands on her bum cheeks. They pressed on, and then out. Her cheeks separated, and the cord contracted into her. She could feel the cord all the way now, tight down the crack of her bum, through her pussy lips and pressing on her clit. Then she felt the elastic pulled again, away to the side, and the tip of Hector moving in around the entrance to her vagina. She was still very wet, and partly open from earlier, and he slid slowly and easily in his whole length. Then the elastic pulled tighter momentarily before snapping onto the clips and pulling him all the way home. Her eyes opened and she gasped at the fullness in her pussy, the new pressure on her clitoris, and the gentle ‘pop’ as the little mushroom opened her anus, and sat there.

She found herself clenching reflexively; both her pussy, and her bum, feeling around at what was filling her.

Stan gave Hector a little jiggle to make sure he was properly embedded, then his hands left her and his face reappeared close up and by the side of Sandy’s. They were cheek to cheek, studying her, eager with anticipation… like two children looking under the tree on Christmas morning.

Sandy made a show of raising the remote, thumb over the remote, looked at Stan, then back to Niki, and then… “Testing, testing one, two three” she said, and pressed.

Have you ever seen that old black and white footage of experiments on monkeys, when they put an electric shock through them?

Every muscle in Niki’s body contracted simultaneously. Several million nerve endings that had been enjoying the quiet life were suddenly catapulted into front line action, and the tsunami of sensation was simply overwhelming. Niki’s head jolted up, her eyes stared wide and startled, her back arched, her thighs tensed and she clutched at the grass with her toes and fingers. “Wooooaaaaaahh”. She was suddenly incapable of rational thought, uninhibited, unsuppressed, and totally without control. “Wooooaaaaaahh”.

Her brain compensated for the instant and massive overload, and as the notion abated that she was sandwiched somehow between the sun and a glacier, she began to make sense of the individual sensations. Just as Sandy had said, the anomaly in her bum was wonderful, just delicious; a tinglng and teasing along with a revolving squeeze in a normally neutral zone.

Inside her, everything was happening all at once. The whole inside surface of her vagina was being stimulated with a slow rolling, vibrating internal massage, ‘mmmmmm’,

And her clitoris? Her clitoris was singing like a nightingale.

Her eyes were closed now, absorbing the massive wall of pleasure, and she was halfway through another ‘oooooh’ when it all stopped.

She popped her hers open to see Sandy holding the remote. “Bugger!” was the first thought. The second was “I have GOT to get me one of these” and then she squeezed and squirmed herself on Hector and wriggled her bum around to try and get some action back… but in vain. Without being turned on, Hector yielded nothing but a sense of complete fullness.

Sandy was up close and whispering again.

“Here’s how this is going to work. Simon here doesn’t have a lot upstairs, but he has a very fine dick. And I’m going to sit on it, right here in front of you where you can see it going in and out of me. You’ll be able to see it, hear it and smell it. And when I’m getting pleasure, I’ll click this, and you’ll get pleasure. She buzzed Niki, who immediately re-took the form of the electrified monkey, “and when I’m not being pleasured, it stops.” She clicked again and Niki slumped back panting.

“Simple isn’t it? When I get pleasure, you get pleasure. When I stop getting pleasure, you stop getting pleasure.”

Niki nodded vigorously. (“Just stop talking woman, jump on the dick and press the bloody button again!”). Hector had been stopped too soon and for too long.

Sandy moved back and got to her knees besides Simon. She pulled his dick up in both hands, and began to work him again. He was still mostly hard from the oiling, but she wanted him hard like rock. She bent over and lowered her mouth over him, and kept going until she could take no more, then she suddenly pulled back, threw her head back and spat and screamed.

“I said OLIVE OIL you flea minded bloody cretin!” She screamed, “HERBAL. INFUSED. OLIVE. OIL… not some… some bloody horse liniment!”.

She grabbed the whisky, poured a generous measure into her mouth, swilled, gargled and spat, and did it again. Then she sloshed some over Simon’s cock, and worked it into him like she was rinsing towels in a tub. After a couple more rinses she picked up Niki’s old dress again, wiped him clean and tossed it aside like an old rag. “That’s an expensive old rag” thought Niki. She splashed another shot over him, and rinsed him up and down with her hands. Then she bent again, and lowered herself gingerly over him until he met the back of her mouth. There was no sudden jerk back this time. She moved slowly up and down a couple of times, before raising herself and straightening up. She lifted the bottle again, and looked at the label again. “Nice” she said, tilted her head back, poured in a hefty measure, and swallowed. A little of the liquor escaped and dribbled from the corner of her mouth. She pressed it back into her with her finger and then sucked it clean.

Niki could smell the heady odour and murmured “please…”. Sandy turned to her pinched her nose, and lifted her head up. “You’re not supposed to speak are you?” Wide eyed, Niki shook her head in the negative, limited somewhat by the grip on her nose. “But, since you’ve been such a nice Lady so far… we might just let you”. She tightened her grip slightly on Niki’s nose and lifted a bit more. “Open wide” she said, like she was feeding a baby. Niki craned her head back as far as she could, and opened her mouth wide. Sandy lifted the bottle high and poured. She missed at first and Whisky splashed across Niki’s nose and face again until Sandy found the right position, then she held it there in a steady, slow pour until Niki’s mouth was full, and it overflowed down her cheeks and neck. The bottle disappeared from her sight but the top came up under her chin, pressing her mouth closed. Niki’s cheeks bulged under the pressure. “Down the hatch” Sandy said cheerfully, and Niki swallowed a huge gulp of neat spirit. Then she gagged, coughed and spluttered, spraying the last drops across Sandy’s chest.

Sandy was a redhead. It was her natural colour, and she had the temperament that went with it. She was motionless for a moment, then, letting go of Niki’s nose she raised the bottle high above her head. Niki’s head slumped down, then she felt the stream, and heard a gurgling as the whole bottle was slowly emptied over the top of her head; flowing in all directions, running over her scalp and saturating her precious hair running down over her face and cheeks, around her neck and over the precious fur.

Niki thought about her stylist again… (now that really IS going to take some explaining).

Niki hung her head there, and watched as the whisky ran off the point of her nose and chin and flowed through and over her desecrated locks. She stayed with her head down watching drips run from sodden strands until she heard the lapping. Sandy had her mouth fully over Simons cock and was bringing him up to full attention. He was clearly enjoying it, eyes closed, arching his back to push, and trying hard to say “ooooh” through the gaffer tape. Sandy had no intention of finishing him off though. She straightened up, stepped astride his hips and squatted. She worked the tip of his penis up and down the line of her lips, around her entrance, pressed him hard onto her clitoris a few times, and then positioned him just inside her entrance.

“Are you ready Lady?” she said to Niki.

Niki suddenly remembered what was about to happen. Sandy was squatting, with the tip of Simon's shaft positioned in the entrance of her pussy. One hand was holding him straight, the hand held the remote, thumb on the button.

Niki breathed “Oh yes” and remembering her manners added “please”. She figured that there was no more whisky to throw over her anyway, and that Sandy might now be more interested in getting some cock in her, rather than having another delay.

She was right.

Sandy raised her eyebrows a moment, but didn’t dismount.

“You’re about to lose all control of speech Lady… so I guess we can forget about that no talking thing now.”

Then she blew her a kiss and said “Hold on tight Hun’. It’s going to be a bumpy ride”

She pressed herself firmly and fully down Simon’s shaft, and when she hit bottom she pressed the button, and Niki was again hit by an avalanche of sensation.

Millions of drowsing nerve endings simultaneously went “Jesus Christ!”, and Niki found religion.

“Ohhh my God! Ooooohhh myyyyy Goooood!.

When that first overwhelming barrage passed, Niki realised that ALL her senses were now running full throttle; sight, taste, smell, sound, and touch.

In front of her, Niki watched Sandy heaving herself up and down on Simon’s dick. She had leaned back, resting her weight on her arms behind her. It was a better position for her. She could push her hips hard forward like this, and that forced the tip of Simons cock to rub hard up and down the roof of her vagina. Niki could see her young pussy gripping him, her pussy lips drawing in and out at each stroke. Her firm and full breast swung and bounced at each cycle. She could see the bulge of Simon’s end as it tracked up and down inside her lower abdomen, and she could see the slick of her juice every time his shaft was exposed., and she could smell it. Above the taste and aroma of the whisky she could smell Sandy’s pussy… and hear it too. She could hear the slurping noises of him being forced around Sandy’s insides.

And then, as Hector continued winding her up she started to hear music; but not through her ears.

‘The flight of the bumble bee” was coming from somewhere up her bum, and it seemed like she could hear the London Philharmonic Orchestra playing “Land of hope and Glory” inside her vagina. And her clitoris! She could swear that all 360 members of the Mormon Tabernacle choir were singing through her clitoris… it was Handel’s “Hallelujah Chorus”.

The pressure on her clitoris came even more alive. She gripped Hector and her internal massage doubled, and the bum twitches sent a judder up her spine, her legs in constant spasm. Her senses roared at her like a jet engine passing overhead. There was no silencing her now, “wooooooooh” she cried out, and open mouthed she stared, eyes bulging down onto Simons cock disappearing completely and coming out again, wet from Sandy’s soaking wet pussy.

She was riding an avalanche of sensation, and Sandra was going hard now too. Niki was roaring, tossing her head as though to shake away the sensations rushing from her pussy, but it didn’t stop them. Inside her Hector buzzed, wiggled and gyrated, stimulating the entire surface of her vagina. The vibrator pressed hard onto her clitoris made her eyes water… it was all completely, outrageously big.

The intensity was mounting as the stimulation of her most sensitive nerves continued. She was thrashing her hips, biting her bottom lip and screaming; rising up to go over the edge when suddenly…

… it stopped.

“Nooo!” she screamed, “noooo!”, “turn it back on, turn it back on!”. But through the fog in her mind she realised that she wasn’t the only one screaming “No!”, Sandy was screaming it too.

Sandy was stood upright, feet astride Simons head and screaming down at him. “How dare you!, How. Bloody. Dare. Bloody. You!” Her hands were on her hips, and a trickle of semen ran down her right thigh. It seemed that the pressure she was enjoying over her roof was not only good for her, but it was good for Simon too; too good.. He had emptied his lot into her well before she was ready.

She moved frantically now, an actual bitch on heat. She ripped the bows loose on his wrists, wrenched the gaffer tape off his face, kicked him in the side and then stomped on his dick for good measure. She was angry now, and you didn’t want to see Sandy angry. Someone was likely to get hurt when Sandra was angry, and right now that was Simon.

She pointed her finger and yelled, “Bugger off back to the car you useless little shit. No! I didn’t say pick up your clothes and bugger off, I just said bugger off!”. Niki saw Stan sitting in his chair chortling softly as he watched Simon lurch away like Quasimodo, whimpering; one hand over his mouth, the other scooping up his balls and crestfallen cock. Stan chuckled until the lily white ass disappeared into the bushes, and then his eyes came back to Sandy.

Sandy was moving quickly. She’d been about ready to explode when “that bloody cretin” came too early. She was still up there, but it was ebbing fast. She was lithe, supple, and clearly had “plan B’ but wasn’t wasting time explaining it. She threw herself on her back on the ground right next to the tree, tossed her legs into the air, one leg passed in front of Niki’s face.

“Come on Lady, I need your help here. Damsel in distress coming… or not coming I should say “ As she was talking she was wriggling her position closer. Her neck was bent hard on the ground, her body rising straight up the tree’s trunk, a leg up each of the boughs. She was supporting her hips with her hands and manoeuvring closer. She was looking straight up into Niki’s eyes and breathing hard as she bounced her pussy up towards Niki’’s mouth.

Niki was looking down into a wide open and dripping pussy that was inching closer and closer. The line of semen inside Sandy’s thigh smeared across her cheek as the hairy hole advanced on her. The trickle ended in a little white puddle of sperm resting in the centre of Sandy’s upturned vagina.

“Come on now, finish me off please. Oh, it’s just impossible to get good staff these days, don’t you find?” Her rising pussy bounced up another notch, but missed Niki’s mouth and wrapped itself around her nose. Two more wriggles pressed it home hard, burying Niki’s whole nose deep into a warm wet melange of pussy juice and cum. Only the tops of Niki's eyebrows were visible now. Sandy wriggled her hips furiously, working the small bony extension round and round in her pussy mouth.

Niki’s nose was jammed down Sandy’s pussy, and she couldn’t pull free. She couldn’t breathe either. She had her tongue fully extended, flailing around Sandy’s perineum. She couldn’t breathe through her nose, and her own tongue filled most of the exit from her own mouth. The rest was sealed against the floor of Sandy’s torso.

Suddenly Sandy rotated her hips a piece and Nikki’s nose bent hard before it popped out, and her tongue swiped up the length of Sandy’s wet meat before she gulped air back into her starving lungs. She got two more breaths in before Sandy’s hands came up, grabbed a fistful of hair each and yanked her back hard. At the same time she flicked her legs off the tree and let them hang wide and loose, her knees behind her shoulders making herself even more available to Niki, and she pulled her on tight.

Sandy snorted heavily, blowing and sucking hard through her nostrils. They were still half blocked with that mixture of cum and juice. She could breathe again, but only just and not through her mouth, that was firmly fixed over Sandy wet pussy, and she had her tongue working deep inside. Sandy began to moan again as her excitement was restored, and Niki remembered “when I get pleasure, I click this, and you get pleasure… ”. She wasn’t getting any!

"Turn the bloody thing on” she yelled.

But with her tongue buried deep in Sandy's wet hole, and her lips sealed around Sandy’s labia only an unintelligible muffled spluttering came out. It was enough though. Sandy got the message, and suddenly Nikki’s insides revolved again and the Mormons got back to singing her clitoris. She jerked involuntarily, straightening in a violent jolt. Her shoulders crashed onto the tree and her fingers, knees and toes clawed at the grass. It was like a bolt of lightning coursing through her, and the violence of the movement sprung her tongue from Sandy’s hole, but only for moments. She grabbed another quick full lungful of air before Sandy regained her grip and she was firmly plunged back in again.

She wasn’t risking getting Hector turned off again prematurely again… not now, it couldn’t stop now. She was at the same time clenching her muscles around onto Hector turning inside her, as jerking her hips as though trying to shake him free. But the jerking in her hips was involuntary. She didn’t want to be free of him, not yet. She was climbing and climbing, and climbing higher. Where did this stop?

She was aware of another action from Hector. As her turned inside her, the twisting was braced against the little mushroom in her bum. As Hector turned, the pressure on the mushroom rose and fell alternately with that on her clitoris; a tidal movement that came and went every two seconds.

When Sandy had heard the gurgling message vibrating through her pussy she had remembered, and clicked the button. The response was immediate and violent.

The tongue down her chute was jerked suddenly deeper, then it was forced right out as Niki’s whole frame lunged forward hard against the tree. She saw Niki’s eyes for a moment, wide, deranged and streaming. There was no thought behind the eyes, just naked passion, lust and raw powerful sensation. She was gulping for air, and there was a roaring coming from her. It was like the scream of mother straining to eject her baby. She was gasping for breath, but Sandy need her back there as much as Niki needed oxygen. She grabbed two full hands of hair again and pulled Niki’s mouth back onto her hard. There would be bruised lips, but she could apologise later. Right now she had to have more.

It was desperate and primal. She felt Niki’s tongue working around deep in her again and her teeth pressed her top lip hard onto her clitoris. A sudden and massively potent wave of pleasure flowed through her. It was outrageous, unchecked and raw. She shook and quivered, screaming at the pulses of sensation pounding her and she thought momentarily that she might never want cock again, but even in that irrational state she knew it not to be true.

Niki felt Sandy force herself back onto her, grinding her wide and sloppy pussy onto her mouth. There was pain but it was being overridden, overwhelmed by the torrent of sensation from her pussy and clit. There was tingling, throbbing, rubbing, turning, twisting buzzing and shaking, all combined into a colossal sensory overload.

She was still climbing. Her heart was pounding, hers ears roared and her eyes showed her nothing but a blurred and jumbled swirl. All other senses yielded to the huge inflow from her whole pelvic cavity, and the slippery wetness in her face.

She couldn't let Hector stop now… she couldn’t stop now.

She was jammed hard against the tree now her back locked rigid, her head pressed up by the wide expanse of warm, wet flesh, but held down by the unyielding rope and hands. But she could still move her arms. She reached round the tree with both hands and brought them up towards her mouth. She pressed her two index fingers under her top lip and ran them firmly down each side of Sandy’s clitoris. She opened her mouth even wider, lifting her top teeth slightly and stretched her tongue even deeper.

She worked her fingers hard up and down the length of Sandy clit, and then with her tips, she pulled back the hood from Sandy’s most precious. She pulled her tongue up and drew it hard and wide over the exposed smooth surface of the clit, using her bottom teeth to get extra pressure.

Hector’s pad over Niki’s clitoris had warmed up now and softened, and it began to do its thing. It was moving up and down over her applying changing pressure as Hector turned. But now it started to shape itself to her, and wrap around her completely.

The banshee arrived.

Too much…. no stopping now, here it comes… and the music changed.

The 1812 overture boomed out its final movement. The air reverberated as cannons blasted and mortars whistled, and from deep inside, Niki went over the top.

Sandy exploded too, and started thrashing. Nothing, nothing could stop it. Their orgasms collided with the violence of nearby thunder, and rolled, echoed, rumbled, and crashed again. Warm liquid burst across her face but Niki held on tight, locked there, flailing as her own passion raged and shredded her. She lost all voluntary control of movement, and shook, shuddered and convulsed randomly as her nervous system lost order in a chaos of noise and feedback.

The two were locked to each other and shuddered as though they were a single mass in spasm. Sandy strained on Niki’s hair even harder, crushing her lips and smashing that tongue onto her bared clit. Niki gripped herself hard onto Hector until she thought she would faint.

It was wild, and hopelessly out of control. Primal instincts overwhelmed conscious thought as they both thrashed, wrenching the last gasp from their orgasms.

Slowly, the bucking under her mouth slowed and Niki lightened her pressure, but she still worked her tongue gently around Sandy’s hot and soaking skin. Niki still jolted from the random spasms, but the intensity settled, until there was just trembling, and panting. She felt her hair loosed and saw Sandy’s arms flop back, limp to the grass.

Sandy had finished, but Hector hadn’t, and suddenly it was too much for Niki. Too much on her over sensitised parts. It hurt. “Stop it!... stop it please” she screamed, and was aware of urgent hands lifting Hector back from her clitoris, and slowly withdrawing him. She gave a last gasp and shudder as his bulbous end slipped from her, then he lay on the grass buzzing to himself until he was finally silenced.

She slumped now, her head dropped limp, panting, sweating and dribbling. Her pussy throbbed with each pounding heart beat and she hung there, slack, and utterly, utterly spent.

She didn’t really noticed Sandy sliding down away from her, or gentle hands teasing the noose from her and releasing her head. She felt hands help her upright, place hers arms above her on the boughs and she leaned there against the tree, her head dangling in the gap. Fingers were working to free her knees and finally and gratefully she drew them closed. She hadn’t noticed earlier, but now she ached terribly from the stretching. Arms wrapped around her from font and behind, and she felt herself being moved. She was sat upright, arms over her knees, head bent over.

She was limp like a rag doll, but vaguely aware that she was being washed, like an unconscious patient getting a bed bath. She was being washed all over… warm water, lovely warm water, soft cloth, two nurses. One cloth came around her face, over her eyes, round her mouth, down her neck, one, two, three times… cleaning

Tissue came to her nose. “Blow!” she heard, like a mother talking to a child. She blew gratefully half a dozen times, then the warm soft cloth again; over her eyes, down her cheeks, around her nose, forehead and temples, behind her ears, and up and down her neck.

She was leaned upright and back slightly, with hands supporting the weight of her back and head. Warm water flowed over her and through her hair, then the cold ooze of shampoo and a wonderful, slow massage of her scalp. There was more water, rinsing now, and drying, and brushing. And then the cloths moved all the way down her; from her forehead, face, neck, back front, around her privates, all the way down her legs to her feet. They rolled, lifted and turned her to make sure every inch was wiped clean and refreshed.

Then there were hands, soft oiled hands and a delicious aroma; coconut and vanilla. The hands moved steadily all over her, front and back, in steady contact, smoothing the ache out of strained muscles and filling the air with luscious bouquet of coconut and vanilla.

She was tipped forward again, and oiled hands came to her neck and shoulders in a steady massage; up and away from her spine right up to the base of her skull, and then hard and up along her shoulders, and up and down her neck. The soothing of her neck went on a while before she felt the material of a suit on her back and warm naked skin in front. Sandy and Stan sandwiched her between them, and lifted her slowly to her feet.

She felt Stan leave her. She had her head on Sandy’s shoulder now, their arms around each other in a tender lovers embrace. Sandy whispered sweet nothings, and cooed and stroked and soothed her.

She felt her arm being guided into a sleeve, and then the other, and smooth silk slid up her arms and over her shoulders. Sandy drew back a little and closed the dressing gown across Niki, pulling the lapels well over each other and tied the cord. They came back together in an embrace while Stan dried her hair again and then brushed it backwards over her shoulders.

She felt human again; clean, decent, respectable.

Then, Stan and Sandy lead her unsteadily to her chair. She sat wearily, and Sandy bent over her. She looked in her eyes, stroked her cheeks, and kissed her lightly on the lips and whispered “Here’s my number. Call me.” She pressed a business card into Niki’s hand. A number was handwritten on the back; it had three kisses next to it.

Then she turned and left. She stooped to pick up her hat, making sure that Niki caught a last fleeting glimpse, called “later Stan”, and disappeared into the bushes.

Stan chuckled.

Niki was alert enough now to ask… “What’s amusing you?”

Stan explained. “You know she sent Simon off to the car park, naked and with a flea in his ear, about half an hour ago?” “Well the car key’s tucked into the brim of that hat”

She smiled faintly at the image of a naked Simon, waiting on the edge of the car park, peeking out from behind a flax bush. “Where’s a traffic warden when you want one” she thought idly.

She sat there, heart still pumping, cheeks red, with her head back and arms hanging loose. She heard a chink of glass on glass, a gurgle, a fizz and then felt the neck of a glass pressed into her fingers. Then, there was the flick of a lighter, the faint crackle of tobacco lighting, a suck, blow, and the filter of the cigarette pressed between the first and second fingers of her other hand. “Oh, thank you”, God! she wanted that now. She lifted it up to her lips and drew in long, steady and deep, exhaled slow and long, then drew in again. She lifted the champagne to her lips, drained it in one visit, then let the flute fall harmlessly onto the soft grass.

Coming to her senses a little more now, but eyes still closed, she started to picture the scene.

In a clearing in the bush was a picnic table and two chairs. An older man sat in one. He was dressed to kill… James Bond walking into Casino Royale. He had champagne flute in his hand, eyes set on the horizon. The soft tones of the setting sun magnified his content expression.

She was sitting next to him. Clean, fresh and fragrant from her bath, wrapped in her favourite bedroom silks.

They sat there bathed in a pool of warm light, in silence apart from the summer’s cicadas and the occasional flutter of busy wings.

All the ugliness of earlier had all been tidied away. It now sat hidden in a hold-all behind Stan. Only the last suds draining into the grass gave any inkling of what had happened earlier. Her fabulously dirty secrets were back in their place, out of sight, and safely hidden away now as memories.

Anyone happening upon them would see an older couple being rather ‘out there’… putting some excitement in their lives, but it couldn’t been concieved as vulgar or ugly, the very opposite. It appeared romantic. Anyone looking on would assume what was going to happen when the sun went down, avert their eyes, and smile a little to themselves. ”Good on you. I hope I’m still doing that when I’m… ”.

Baseness and promiscuity had been transformed into delightful amour.

It was glorious, heavenly, absolutely divine.

She pulled herself upright. Stan had picked up her glass, and it sat there refilled waiting for her attention. He put a plate in her hand; pate on melba toast, a smoked mussel wrapped in bacon, stilton on crackers, and half a dozen olives.

“Better?” he asked, “Wonderful!” she replied.

They sat side by side looking into the sun as it sank over the ocean beyond the bush. It was a magnificent setting.

Niki found herself thinking about Stan and wondering. “Stan”, she said, “if it is really Stan”. “Can I ask you a question”.

“Fire away” he said lightly.

“You helped Sandy plan this thing. You knew Simon, she and I would come, but that you wouldn’t. Simon’s effort was pretty paltry, but for Sandy and I, it was huge… titanic, colossal, monumental… choose your own words, it was beyond fantastic. Then it was over, and you got nothing.”

He turned to her, put his hand gently on hers, looked deep into hers eyes and said quietly. “What makes you think it’s over?”

There was a pause. “There’s still one banana left, and I've got some cream to go with it”.

Niki looked into the picnic basket. It was completely empty except for a small bottle of cream. She saw the glint in Stan’s eye, pulled her hand from under his, and gently checked the groin of his pants. It was hot and bulging.

She picked her hand up, placed it on his, and looked to the horizon.

“Perhaps I’ll want something sweet… after all the savouries” she said, and gave his hand a tiny squeeze.

“I was rather hoping you might say that”.

And at that they fell silent, and watched the last chord of light shrink to a dot and disappear as the sun snuffed itself out in the sea.