Backwoods Bruises

Chapter 1

The roadway off of the main street was bumpy and filled with muddy depressions, which left me with the impression that, at any time, my car might sink into the mire and leave me in an everlasting pit, from which I was doomed to never return to civilization.  It went on that way for almost a quarter of a mile, before I finally saw the first and only house on the desolate forested expanse.  The house itself had seen better days, totally lacking paint of any kind, with a roof that sagged badly in places. There was an unscreened front porch with two old wicker rocking chairs and a small table next to the front door.

I pulled the car up next to the porch and alighted.  As I came up to the porch a woman appeared at the door.  She stepped out onto the porch, shading her eyes from the glaring sun.  She was dressed in an old gingham dress that did little to hide her charms.  It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra, as her ample nipples pressed firmly against the faded material,  leaving no question about their size or their length. Her breasts were not large, but, compacted against the thin fabric holding them in place, it was obvious each breast was more than a handful. Her blondish hair was in braids and her feet were bare.  She appeared to be in her late thirties, but it was obvious the years had not been kind to her.

“Mrs. Oliver?” I asked tentatively.

“Yes sir.  How can I help you?”

As I mounted the two steps to the porch, I extended my hand to her, which she accepted, equally tentatively.

“Ma’am, my name is Brady Collins.  My father was the owner of this house.  He passed away several months ago.  I wasn’t even aware that he owned this land until I began to look through his estate holdings.  Apparently you have been living here without paying any rent for over nine years.  I believe your rent was supposed to be $50 a month.  According to my figuring, you owe his estate $5700 in back rent.”

“Oh my! Won’t you sit down, Mr. Collins?  Perhaps you’d like a glass of lemonade, while I explain things to you.  It’s kinda warm today.”

I nodded.

“Ellie, bring us a couple of glasses of lemonade!  Right now!”

We sat as she explained she was Jennie Oliver, and she lived there with her daughter, Ellie.  I got a closer look at my “new” tenant.  She was suntanned and the skin of her face was beginning to show slight wrinkling around the eyes.  My eyes kept falling to her unfettered breasts.  Though it was apparent there was some sag to them, they still appeared perky, and my mouth watered a little at the sight of the large prominent nipples that poked out at me.

We sat in silence until what was obviously Ellie appeared at the screen door, pushing two small Mason jars ahead of her.  She managed to step out on the porch with both glasses filled with ice and lemonade, and my mouth watered twice within the same minute.  The lemonade looked good, but so did Ellie.

Ellie was a younger version of what was clearly her mother.  She was slightly shorter, and her short blond hair was done up in two pigtails.  She, too, was wearing an old dress that was too small for her, and showed off a similar pair of unfettered tits.  Her nipples were not as prominent as her mother’s in scope, but they were, if anything, a little longer than her mom’s.  She, too, was well tanned, and the short skirt of her dress showed off her very shapely legs to their best.

She handed us our glasses and sat above the steps to the porch, folding one leg under her and stretching the other down the steps.  I noticed she had not smiled since she arrived on the porch and seemed a little cowed.  We continued to talk about little things like weather, how nice my car was, and had I noticed that they were building a McDonald’s in town.  Ellie continued to sit stoically and said not a word.

I finally brought the subject back to my reason for coming, and Jennie looked sheepish as she explained their dire straits.  It seemed she had a hip that made it impossible to stand for more than 15 minutes at a time, making employment next to impossible in a town that had no industry other than a few small stores.

Jennie explained that she had made Ellie quit school at 14, so that she could work at the local restaurant as a waitress.  This worked out rather well, as Ellie could bike into town and, though she wasn’t bringing in much money it was steady income.  Then the manager started screwing Ellie and was giving her a little extra on the side, for the privilege, until she stole ten bucks from the cash register, and he caught her and fired her.  Since then nobody would hire Ellie and their income consisted entirely of Jennie’s Social security checks.

“I was so mad at her, when Mr. Rawlings fired her, I beat her with my belt for 20 minutes.  Her ass was purple and she couldn’t sit down for three days.”

“Didn’t it bother you that Rawlings was taking advantage of her?”

“Hell no!  She lost her cherry to one of the boys at school when she was 13.  Might as well get somethin’ out of screwin’ besides pleasure.  She got a beatin’ for that, too.”

My ears perked up.  “Oh, you beat Ellie, do you?”

“You bet I do! She’s surly and disagreeable, and she’s forever makin’ mistakes and tryin’ to get out of doin’ her chores.”

Ellie hung her head slightly, and I noticed her eyes tearing up a bit.

“How old are you, Ellie?” I asked.

She mumbled something, which I couldn’t hear even though I was sitting only a foot or two from where she was seated.

“You better speak up, girl, unless you want another beatin’!  I just spanked her this morning for sassin’ me.  She’s 18, but she acts like a 8 year old.  8 year old smarty-pants, that’s Ellie. Always knows more than anybody else.  Ain’t that right, girl?”

Ellie mumbled something again, which apparently was enough to get Jennie’s goat.  Jennie stood up, extending her hand to Ellie.

“All right, that’s it Miss Smarty-pants.  We’re goin’ inside.  You just earned yourself another spankin’.”

I rose quickly, placing my hand on Jennie’s shoulder.   “Wait a minute, Mrs. Oliver.  Perhaps, if you’re going to punish Ellie anyway, we could work out some kind of financial arrangement that would be to both of our advantages.”

Jennie looked at me with crafty eyes and a big smile.  “So you want to watch me spank her, huh?  Well, I got no problem with that.  Matter of fact, it don’t even have to stop with spankin’.  We can talk about that later. Take that dress off right now, Ellie.”

“Mama,please!”

“I said take that dress off and come over here and lie across my knees,” Jennie said, as she returned to her rocker and sat.

Ellie looked pleadingly at me, then her mother once more.

“You got 15 seconds to get that dress off, or I’m goin’ to get the belt.”

Ellie rose very reluctantly, unbuttoned the front of her dress and let it slide off her shoulders.  Beneath, as I suspected, she was braless and was wearing a skimpy somewhat old thin pair of panties that was starting to lose its elasticity.  Her breasts stood out in exquisite firmness and had the most beautiful pair of puffy nipples I’d ever seen.  The areolas were easily four inches in diameter, and, on each of the main puffy parts stood smaller prominent nipples, which, by themselves, would have been considered good-sized nipples. My mouth began to water.

With tears flowing down her cheeks now, Ellie pushed past me and placed herself over Jennie’s lap.  As soon as she was in position, I saw Jennie sliding Ellie’s faded panties down her legs, much to Ellie’s chagrin and vocal protest.  Jennie looked up at me and gave me a very enigmatic smile.

Because her feet were faced out into the yard, I couldn’t see much of Ellie between her legs, but I had a wonderful view of a nice plump pair of ass-cheeks.  It was obvious from the start that Jennie was out to impress me with her punishment prowess, as she was raising her hand well above her head and bringing it down with all the force her arm could muster.

Within half a minute, Ellie’s bottom was showing a distinct dark shade of red, perhaps because of her earlier punishment that morning.  Her plump cheeks were jiggling nicely as the blows landed, and my prick was beginning to show its interest in what was transpiring.

Ellie tried hard to keep from crying out for the first few slaps, but, by the fifth blow, she was blubbering and pleading for her mother to stop.  Apparently that was not on the agenda, as Jennie continued pounding away at Ellie’s bottom. After several minutes Ellie’s nether cheeks had turned crimson, and her wails had turned to pitiful squeaks.  Her legs were wobbling to and fro, but I still couldn’t see any of the recess between them. I looked at Jennie and she was still smiling that ambiguous smile at me.

When I thought for sure that Ellie’s bottom was going to turn black from the punishment, Jennie finally stood her exhausted daughter up in front of her.  Ellie began to reach down to pull up her panties, when Jennie stopped her, by pulling down on them, until they were on the floor.

“No, bad girl!  You go stand at the end of the porch facing us until I tell you you can go inside. Hands behind your head!  Spread your legs!  That’s better.”  She then turned her head toward me and winked.

Ellie’s bush was sufficiently hairy that I couldn’t make out much of her vaginal area, but it didn’t stop my prick from coming to full staff, a phenomenon I’m sure Jenny was most aware of.  As Ellie continued to weep, I sat next to Jennie in the other rocker, keeping my eyes glued to those gorgeous puffy nipples of Ellie’s.

“Well, you seem to have enjoyed that little beating, Mr. Collins.  Since I don’t have any money I can offer you for rent, maybe you’d be interested in doin’ some swappin’, tit for tat, like that.”  She smiled that enigmatic smile once again.

“Any time you can make it out here, I’d be willin’ to let you watch me punish Ellie, and maybe even some other goodies.”

“What about letting me do the punishments, Jennie?  Along with some of the other goodies of which you spoke.”

Jennie looked a little skeptical, until I pointed out that $5700 was a lot of money, and her alternative was for her and Ellie to end up on the streets with nowhere to live and no work.  She drew in a long breath, sighed and then shook her head.

“Okay, I guess. I don’t see where I got much option, do I?  How often you reckon you’d get out here?”

“Oh, I guess every couple of weeks.  I can plan on spending every other Saturday with you.  How does that sound?”

“Well, I don’t think Ellie’s gonna like the idea much, but it’ll certainly give us both something to look forward to.”

And that’s how I became Lord of the manor, so to speak.  It turned out that Jennie soon became part of the package, so she didn’t look forward to it any more than Ellie did.

Chapter 2

I arose bright and early two Saturdays later.  I felt like a teen-age boy who had just bought himself a brand new plastic doll with three holes in all the right places.  I got on the road by seven a.m., so that my car was pulling in next to Jennie’s house by eight, and she was sitting on the porch waiting for me with a big smile on her face.  She was still in a gingham dress, but this one was obviously a more recent purchase.  I could tell she was still braless, but her nipples were not so prominent this time, as it fit far better than her previous one.

As I stepped up on the porch she yelled in for Ellie to “come out and greet Mr. Collins.”  Several moments later Ellie appeared in the doorway and slipped out onto the porch.  I didn’t know whether to laugh or whistle.  She was wearing a tee-shirt top that had been cut off just under her breasts, and every time she moved the bottoms of her tits appeared, still barely covering her nipples, which poked the tee shirt out in glorious splendor.  Below, the only thing she was wearing was a pair of red mini-shorts that looked like they might have fit her when she was 13, but now hugged her hips like a tight-fitting corset.  They were so tight that I could see the lips of her vulva pressed tightly against the material between her legs.  She seemed very self-conscious, and her head was almost lowered to her chest.

She immediately sat down by the steps, but this time she pulled her knees up to her chin, hiding her assets behind her legs.  Jennie and I chatted about nothing in particular for several minutes, as Ellie sat with her eyes closed, almost as if she could shut out the world that way.

But such was not to be the case.

“Well, Ellie has been a particularly bad girl over the last two weeks, Brady.  She has been particularly cheeky over the last few days, ignoring her chores, and yesterday she took off around noon and didn’t come back until dark.  She wouldn’t tell me where she’d gone, either.  I’ve purposely been holdin’ back punishin’ her this week, just keepin’ track of all the bad things she’s done, thinkin’ maybe you could beat some sense into her.”

“I’m sorry to hear she’s been a problem, Jennie.  I’d sure be happy to try to straighten her out.  Did you come up with a total of how many she needs?’

“Yeah, by my count you need to spank her 254 times.”

“Oh, Mama, no! Please!”

“Now if you want to use a hairbrush, I usually cut the number in half, whatever that amounts to. That’s also true with the belt.  Half the spanks! Course, maybe she has something in mind to do for you that might cut that number down a bit more, too.  I’ll leave that up to the two of you.”

“Oh, Mama, how could you?  I’ve tried so hard to be good all week, when you told me Mr. Collins was comin’, and you were gonna let him spank me.  I only ran away yesterday, because you kept slappin’ my face, and I hadn’t done anything. Please, Mama, I’ll be extra good from now on. Please don’t let him beat me!”

“It’s not my decision anymore, Ellie.  We’ll leave it up to Mr. Collin.  Whatever he decides is fine with me.”

“Well, I’m afraid if your mother says you deserve to get a beating, Ellie, we’ll just have to see if we can straighten out some of that smartiness.  Now first off, I want you to take your clothes off right now. I’ll give you 20 seconds to get them off, and then every second after that you get another five spanks added.”

That proved a strong incentive for the reluctant girl, as she had both items lying on the floor beside her in no time at all.  This time she made no attempt to hide her privates, and my eyes feasted on those gorgeous nipples once again.  She stood there, almost trying to stare me down, as my eyes ran up and down her body. I didn’t hurry my examination, this time looking long and hard at her pubes, before I ordered her to spread her legs wide.  She moved her feet out about four feet apart, and this time I could see the edges of her bulging pink vaginal lips, nestled behind her brown pubic hair.

“Come and lie over my lap, Ellie, and take your well-deserved spanking.”

The tears had begun to pool in her eyes now, as she placed her hips over my thighs, and now for the first time, even though she was attempting to keep her legs together, I could see the little split half-peach protruding between them. I took a few more seconds admiring the scenery before I finally set to work.      

Hitting Ellie’s backside was kind of like hitting a pillow, except that her nice round buttocks jiggled rather than plopped.  But the sound of my hand hitting against her skin was delightful, and, in turn, the sound of Ellie’s cries and pleas was like music to my ears.  As I continued smacking her pert behind, even though my hand was beginning to smart somewhat, I was able to keep a steady beat going, and her cries were turning to little moans and stifled wailing.

I was truly like a kid in a toy shop as my hand continued raining down on Ellie’s poor butt cheeks.  I had never spanked anyone in my life, but I can remember roaming the streets of Baltimore, back in the good old days, when S & M magazines and novels were available if you knew the right section of the city to visit.  I had accumulated a number of such items when I was in my early teens and read them voraciously as I masturbated.  The realization that I was finally able to actually practice what had only been a dream for years, was like a catharsis for me.

The fact that Jennie was actually encouraging me to smack Ellie’s hindquarters harder just added fuel to the fire.  I started off counting the slaps to myself, but eventually I was so wrapped up in what I was doing that I totally lost count.  I am sure that the count exceeded 254 though.  I paused to admire my work and give my stinging hands a rest several times and, of course, to check on that little half peach between her legs. 

I had been treated to even better views as I was spanking Ellie, because her legs had the most delightful habit of twisting and spreading as the pain increased.  Well before I finished, Ellie’s body had ‘collapsed’ so that her hands and feet hung limply, touching the porch floor on both sides of my legs.  Her vocal emissions had begun to sound more like weak little meows a kitten might generate.

It was my poor aching hand that finally convinced me to desist, rather than any pity for the poor wilted body lying in my lap. A look at her ass cheeks convinced me I had done a stellar job, as they actually seemed to glow in total redness, with an occasional splotch of purple, where I had been a little too vigorous. Somehow Ellie still had tears enough that they were dripping off her chin, as I helped her rise to her feet.  I wasn’t even sure she had the stamina to stand without help, but she immediately followed her mother’s order to place her hands behind her neck and go to the end of the porch and face us as we continued sitting in our rocking chairs.

Jennie asked me if I had enjoyed myself, and all I could do was sigh, to which she winked at me again.  We chatted for a few minutes, the subject mostly being about different ways to punish wayward girls.  I noticed when I looked over at Ellie now and then that she had closed her eyes, perhaps to shut out all the cruel people in the world, but it gave me a wonderful opportunity to once again study those magnificent puffy nipples.

Eventually Jennie ordered Ellie to bring us a couple of glasses of lemonade, and, as she headed for the screen door, I saw her hands reach back to attempt to soothe her still enflamed buttocks.  Her mother scolded her for this, so she stopped rubbing, but I’m sure that as soon as she got inside they were back to trying to give solace to her aching globes.

While she was gone, Jennie continued the conversation on other ways to make life miserable for Ellie.

“I notice by the front of your pants that you could use some relief, Brady.  If you’d like I can order Ellie to help out in that department, too.  I don’t know how good she’d be at suckin’ you off, ‘cause I don’t think she has any experience in that department, but I know she’s got plenty of experience shackin’ up with guys.  Take your choice.”

“Well, frankly, Jennie, it’s been ages since I had anybody give me a blow job.  That sounds mighty good right now, and maybe I could take advantage of her hospitality the other way later on today.”

“You got it, Honey!”

“But…I think I’d like a more experienced mouth working on me, so how about you drop that dress on the floor and let me see what your superstructure looks like, in the flesh, so to speak.”

“NNnnooo…no…you don’t want me.  Ellie’s much more experienced at givin’ head than I am, thanks to Mr. Rawlings.  I haven’t done it since my husband left ten years ago. Nnno…Ellie is definitely better at it than I am.  Ellie get out here right now!”

“I think I ought to get the choice, since I’m the one you owe about $5700 to, and I just think your mouth looks the juiciest.”

Ellie appeared in the doorway as I continued.

“So I want you to drop the dress and anything else you’re wearing.  I’ll just sit here in this rocker and watch.  Then you can crawl over here on your knees and show me your boner-lickin’ talents.”

I could see out of the corner of my eye that Ellie was enjoying this turn-about immensely.  She had a smile on her face that would put a hotshot salesman to shame. In the meantime, Jennie hesitantly reached back to undo the clasp on her dress, then unzipped it and let it fall to her feet.

Her tits were just as glorious as I had suspected.  There was some droop, which was to be expected in a woman in her late 30’s, but there was still a nice bounce to them as she pushed her ragged panties down her legs.  The nipples were just as delightful as I had suspected. Her dark brown areoles were easily four inches in diameter and in the middle of each were those nice long crinkly protuberances that men and babies hunger for. Without any outward stimulation they stood out a good inch and a half.

My eyes traveled south to see a thicket of hair covering Jennie’s snatch.  We’d have to do something about that later. I never enjoyed hunting in the bush. But, for her age and considering she probably got as little exercise as she possibly could, she was in damned fine shape.

Jennie started to move across the porch to me, when I stopped her with a growl.

“I believe I said crawl over here to me. Best get down on those knees, unless you’re looking for what you just gave Ellie a few minutes ago.”

I could see the color rise from her neck to cover her entire face a lovely shade of red.  I didn’t know if it was from anger or embarrassment, but I suspected I was lucky she wasn’t wielding a knife at the moment. I could also tell out of the corner of my eyes that Ellie was having the time of her life watching her mother get a little come-uppance.

But crawl she did, and it was worth paying to see those large slightly pendulous breasts of hers swinging back and forth between her arms. When she reached my rocker, she raised up, and I got a head-on look at those beautiful knockers not a foot away.

She knew what to do next without my instructing her, and, moments later, my pants and Jockeys were in a pool on the floor at my feet.  The landscape in front of me and the promise of things to come had my penis almost ready for action.  I’m not huge, probably normal in length and girth, but I assumed it had been a while since Jennie had feasted her eyes on the opposite sex’s opposite sex, because her eyes got somewhat larger, and her mouth opened slightly.

I let he look a few moments longer before reminding her she had a job to do.  Her head dipped forward and her open mouth suddenly ensconced itself over the plum of my charger.  She ran her tongue over the head for well over a minute, until I finally reminded her there was more to ‘Big Jim’ than the tip.  She slowly began to glide her mouth over more of the shaft until her lips had slid down to the middle of it.  Her hand reached up to lightly massage my scrotum, as she continued sucking me down to mid-length. This was all very nice for the preliminaries, but I could feel my jism beginning to boil, and, since it had been a while since I had been with a woman in any sexual sense of the word, I was ready for the coup-de-grace. I forcefully grabbed the back of Jennie’s head and pushed it toward me.

She tried to fight my hand, but I was stronger, and soon her lips were touching my pubic hair.  Not happily, I might add!  She was spitting and coughing and gasping, until I held her head against my stomach for close to half a minute. Other than her lips beginning to tremble against the base of my penis, her eyes fluttering an ‘S O S’ at me and her hands clawing at my thighs, there was little movement and no sound coming from her gullet.  When I finally released her head for a few moments, she gulped down air like a vacuum cleaner, gasping and blowing little bubbles which ran down to her chin.  I then began a rapid set of deep-throat exercises with Jennie, which produced a lot of gurgling and choking with her hands batting ineptly against my thighs. 

Finally my seed shot forth into her mouth, and I, once again, jammed my organ as deep into Jennie’s throat as I could get it, and held her head against me as though it were a football and I was crossing the goal-line. Her pitiful attempts to get air down into her lungs were stymied by the large piece of meat perched tightly against her uvula.  Once again, I held her head against me until the fifth and last spurt of my semen had rushed down her throat, and, when I finally released her head, it swung back, with her eyes and mouth wide open and her lungs trying to refill themselves with air.

Her look at me was a combination of terror, exhaustion and loathing.  I really didn’t care.  It was one of the best blow-jobs I’d ever gotten, and I was already looking forward to a repeat performance, but not for a while.  She had taken the starch out of me, as well as ‘Big Jim.’  There was also some satisfaction in having turned the tables on her self-assurance and her treatment of Ellie.

Jennie knelt there panting with tears welling up in her eyes for almost a minute. She then pulled herself up and went to retrieve her clothes.  I suggested, well actually ordered, that she remain naked for a while, giving me an opportunity to enjoy her womanly features. She didn’t take my suggestion kindly, but turned to me with hands on hips and asked what I wanted to do next then. 

I suggested she and Ellie make some sandwiches for us for lunch.  She stared at me for a moment, before announcing the only thing they had was peanut butter. I said peanut butter sandwiches were one of my favorites. It was such fun watching her breasts bounce around as she moved to the screen door in a huff and entered the house.  I followed, wanting to make sure my sandwich wasn’t laced with roach powder or arsenic.

I watched carefully as she and Ellie did the fixings and poured the ice water into three glasses. Jennie was still in a huff, but, contrasting, Ellie was humming and cheery, as if she’d just won $100 in the lottery.  We ate in complete silence with Jennie sending me an occasional glare, and I, in turn, smiling broadly at her.

When the dishes were in the sink, we went back out on the porch, and I let Jennie put her clothes back on.  She became half-way civil at this point, and we discussed the future.  I told her I thought it would be fair if I deducted $50 for every trip I took out to see her and Ellie. She tried to talk me into $100 a trip, but I remained resolute, reminding her I could put her and Ellie out in the street with nowhere to go any time I wanted.

When I decided to go, we both rose, and more to make a point than anything else, I took her in my arms and gave her a big deep kiss, letting my tongue delve deep into her mouth, while, at the same time, grabbing her left breast and mauling it roughly.  Her reaction was somewhat mixed.  She seemed to enjoy the soul-kiss, jabbing her tongue into my mouth in return and sweeping it around most of my mouth.  On the other hand she tried to pull away from my foraging hand, unsuccessfully, groaning in pain at the damage it was doing.          

I finally withdrew my tongue and my hand, and with a parting remark that I’d see them in a couple of weeks, drove off for the city.