I apologize for not writing anything lately. Life has gotten in the way. This is fiction any correlation to real people is purely happenstance.
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I was jogging down the river path one early August Saturday. The sun was shining and some Cassin finches were singing. Even in the early morning air I was getting warm. The trail I was on, made its way through the forest north of the city. The Manzanita thickets bordered both sides of the path. The farther north you meander, the more remote the trail gets. I had been running consistently for 3 years since I began running for my parochial high school boys track team. I ran three years for that school starting in tenth grade. I ran distance races for the school, I even made sections my last two years. I set a section record in 1500 meters. I had enrolled in the local community college, but had not yet attended any classes. I had planned to run to the black rock and back a distance of five miles. But I felt really good and decided to go past the black rock. I kept going till I had traveled 5 miles one way. I was averaging about nine minute miles. Slow I know, but I was running to unwind and think some things through.
I was contemplating my future and distracted by how lonely I was. My mother had died that year and she had been my only true confidant. Like most mothers she was faithful to support me no matter what. When she died I felt that I had lost my only true ally. I was thinking of moving to a larger metropolitan area to search for a soul mate. Due to the small size of my city I would probably know almost everyone at Community College. A tear ran down my cheek and I was thankful no one was here to witness my weakness. I always went all emotional when I thought of my mother. The ten months that passed since her funeral had not softened its sting. I was carrying my water bottle and stopped at the five mile mark to take a drink. The local boy scouts had placed mile markers along path.
The river looked cool and inviting, but it was much too swift at this place to safely swim. I was burning up and the sun was out and already very strong. This part of the upper valley gets really hot and today was no exception. It had to be approaching 80 degrees already and it was not even 7:30 am. Not surprising for a region that hovers in the 100 degree range all summer. It was quite remote here and a small creek was joining the river at this point. There was another path that followed the creek and I decided to follow it. I figured if I got to tired I could call my father for a ride home later. Only a half mile up the trail there were a fence and a gate that had a sign posting no trespassing, I wondered what to do. I should have turned back. The fence did not span the creek and I was hot, plus I was very curious about what was up the trail.
I decided to wade in the creek to get around the fence. I waded in and the water felt ice cold. I felt refreshed. I held my phone and water bottle above the water. I hoped I would not slip and ruin my phone. I got out of the creek and now my running shorts were soaked and trying to slide off. The thought of being naked out in nature like this was intriguing me. Truth of the matter, I was a bit of a nudist. My running shoes were now water logged and I thought it would be better not to run until they dried out. I did not want to ruin the insoles. So I walked slowly up the path at the edge of the creek. After a short distance it led to a quarry pond where stone had been harvested long ago. The pond was about half the size of a football field.
The other side of the quarry pond had a sheer face where large slabs had been cut off. There was a waterfall cascading from a crack in a section of the granite face. It was an amazingly beautiful and peaceful place. I sat on a large rock and rinsed my shoes off they were now covered in mud. I set them in the hot sun to dry. My shorts were now almost dry and I wanted to swim in the pond. I did not want to deal with my shorts getting wet again. I stripped my clothes off and was gloriously naked in the hot sun. I wanted to go skinny dipping and indulge my nudism. I laid my clothes on the rock next to my shoes and jumped into the water. I swam to the other side of the pond and touched the sheer granite face and swam back again. It felt really good to be naked in the water.
I always loved the free feeling skinny dipping enabled. I wanted to see if I could dive to the bottom of the pond and plunged several times under the water. The pond was quite deep and I could not get to the bottom. When I surfaced after my last attempt I decided that I should see if my shoes were dry yet. I swam back to the rock my clothes were laid out on and they were gone, only my shoes were still there. I looked around frantically but they and my phone were nowhere to be seen. My shoes were dry so I put them on to protect me feet from the searing hot surface of the rock. I heard a woman's laughter and looked over my shoulder to see a woman on horseback looking down at me. She was older than me by at least 20 years and very attractive. She wore blue jeans, a tank top and a wide brimmed Stetson hat. Her hair was shoulder length and auburn. She was astride a bay mare of about 15 hands; the mare had a white patch around her right eye.
"Looking for something?" she asked. I was facing away from her.
"My clothes and phone," I replied.
"I have them, turn around so I can have a good look at you," she said.
"I need my clothes, please," I said.
"No, you are trespassing on my land. Turn around or I will get the Sherriff," she said.
I reluctantly turned around, trying to cover my junk with my hands. She quickly threw a lasso around me pinning my arms to my body. Her incredible large breasts jiggled as she threw the lasso. As I was distracted by her amazing form the rope tightened and kept me held fast as she slowly rode away dragging me naked down the path. I had to move my hands from my privates to keep my balance. The path turned and stretched out towards her ranch house. The ranch house was only a few thousand yards distant. I struggled to keep my balance walking slowly over the rough path. I could not explain the massive erection this dilemma had given me. When we reached the house she pushed me over onto the lawn my erection was painfully trapped under my body. Before I could get out of the lasso she had my hands cuffed in front of my waist. She freed me of the lasso and pulled me to my feet. Her horse went to the water troth and started drinking. The horse whinnied as if to laugh at me. She pulled me up onto the back porch and sat on a porch chair. She pulled me over her lap and started to spank my bare behind. She gave me several dozen blows and my butt was getting very sore.
"This will teach you to trespass and swim naked on my property," she said.
"I am sorry," I said.
"Not yet you are not," she said as she laid into my backside once again.
My penis had a mind of its own and started to grow. It was soon fully erect. It was poking her leg and I hoped she would not notice it. She reached around under my legs and grabbed my penis.
"What is this? Why are you hard?" she asked.
"I don't know why I am hard," I said.
"Do you enjoy being spanked and controlled?" she asked.
"Yes, I must," I said.
She started to spank me even harder.
"Let me just see if you like this," she said. Her blows were harder and faster after she had said that.
I started to whimper and moan. She soon tired of spanking me, but not until my bottom was visibly marked red by her efforts. She reached between my legs and squeezed my balls painfully. I gasped.
"You like this also?" she asked.
"I do, but please be gentle," I pleaded.
She gave my balls a swift smack. I gasped again.
"Stand up," she ordered.
I stood up my nine inch penis leaking pre-ejaculate. She looked at my stiff member and licked her lips. She then slapped the head of my circumcised penis playfully. It bobbed up and down and she obviously was amused by it.
"If I take off the hand cuffs you will not try to run away will you?" she asked.
"No I won't," I said.
She took off the hand cuffs. I rubbed my wrists.
"Come inside so I can put some ointment on your bottom," she ordered.
I followed her into the small one story house. It was a tidy ranch house kitchen. She pushed me over onto her chrome and green Formica table. She reached for the lotion by the kitchen sink and rubbed it on my bottom. Her hand rubbing my sore buttocks felt real good and I was really aroused already. I was afraid I would come all over her art deco inspired table. She stopped rubbing my bottom and pulled me to my feet again. She turned me to face her and grabbed my penis. She pulled me by my member to her bed and pushed me onto my back.
"Stay there," she said. I was immensely excited by her forceful handling of me.
She started to remove her clothes. Her tank top and bra came off revealing her amazing breasts. They were as big as large grapefruit. She bent down to take off her boots. Her breasts dangled impressively as she removed her socks. Her pink areolas crowned her large breasts as they swung mesmerizingly. Next she removed her jeans and panties. Her bottom was shapely and sexy. Her hips were thick yet still quite tone. She climbed up on the bed and lowered her shaved sex onto my stiff nine inch member.
I had never had sex before and was quite nervous about how I would perform. She raised and lowered herself on me and soon she picked up the rhythm. Each down stroke caused by red bottom pain, this only made it seem more erotic. She must have been pretty excited by spanking me because even though I did not last long she shuddered in orgasm as I did.
"What is your name?" she asked.
"Matthew Lindsey," I said.
"Did you just enroll in Community College English 1a?" she asked.
"Yes I did," I said.
"I saw your name on my 9 am M/W/Fri roster. I am your professor, Margaret Winkler," she said.
"Good to meet you," I said.
"Was that the first time you ever had sex?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
"How old are you?" she asked.
"Eighteen," I said.
"How would you like lunch?" Margaret said.
"Okay," I said.
She climbed up on my face and lowered her pussy still dripping of my semen onto my lips.
"Eat up or else," Margaret said and she grabbed my sack. I licked slowly as she laughed.
"Good boy, clean up your mess," she said.
I licked her until the disgusting fluid was all gone. I was very excited about her domineering ways.
"Now lick me right here," she said as she pointed to her clitoris. I licked her there and she came soon after.
I was hard again.
"Let's eat real lunch now," she said. We went to the kitchen and she made lunch. The fare was simple just cold cut sandwiches and milk. We were both still naked and I was hoping to have sex again.
"This makes things a little awkward for me as I have just had sex with one of my future students," she said.
"You did not know who I was," I said.
"That will make little difference if it is found out," Margaret said.
"I won't tell anyone," I said.
"I could just keep you as my sex doll," she said laughing.
"I really will not tell," I said.
"If you do I will punish you," she said.
"Okay, I understand," I said.
"If I screw you again you will still keep your promise of silence?" she asked.