A New Start

"I had no idea. I thought Maya and I had a bad influence on you. You know. The straight-laced girl next door moves to the country, then she starts dressing sexy, flashing, and doing crazy sex stuff. Little did I know. You moved in that way." Brad laughed.

Oh. He had no idea. But I wasn't about to tell him everything right now while I was naked on the couch in my living room. I wasn't about to tell him about the security cameras, Joshua watching me and recording me, and my naked pictures being online.

"Well, I can't hang out here all day with my naked boss. I got some chores to do. But if you get bored. You know where I'll be." Brad smiled before walking out the door.

I don't know why I was so surprised that Brad didn't mind if I was naked around him. I didn't expect him to call me disgusting and throw holy water at me either. I guessed I didn't know what to expect and just figured I would keep my nudity to myself. I saw a message on my phone and picked it up. It was an alert to movement.

I logged on to the app and saw Maya was in her bedroom. Coveralls and work boots. She went to her bedroom, unzipped the outfit, and discovered she was naked underneath. Maya shivered a bit, reached down to her pussy, and her hand retrieved two silver balls. She had them up her pussy. I knew they were called Ben Wa balls. They were used to tighten Kegel muscles and give a person pleasure. The ones she had in her hand were almost the size of golf balls. I had never seen a pair that large. Though, in my life I had only seen one pair. About the size of grapes.

Maya put them in a box and retrieved another box. She pulled a small string bikini from the box. But it had an odd metal device attached to the front. Once she fitted it on her body, I saw there was also a small ball. A bit smaller than the Benwa balls. She slid it in her pussy and there was a wire that connected to the bikini. Maya picked up her smartphone and hit a few buttons. I zoomed in on the phone when she laid it on the bed. It was wirelessly connected to the ball in her pussy. Speed, on/off, pre-set. I saw the device was set to pre-set. The vibrations would turn on and off at intervals.

Maya picked up her phone, tapped away, and set it to slowly increase in vibrations, hit a peak, and then slowly descend. When they reached their lowest point, it would increase again. Maya zipped up her coveralls and walked out.

Damn she really liked her toys. I guess everyone has a kink.

I remained on the couch, lounging, and enjoying my muscles being back to normal. A few hours went by, and I saw it was getting close to 5pm. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of iced tea. I pulled on my cowboy boots and walked outside. I saw the tractor working in the area south of the ranch.

I walked to the 4-wheeler and started it up. Naked except for my cowboy boots I sped off. I don't recall ever being out here naked at this time of day with Brad around. When I pulled up to Brad he had a huge smile on his face.

"Nearly quitting time. I figured you were thirsty." I smiled and waved the bottle of iced tea at him.

Brad climbed out of the tractor and walked over. His eyes feasted on my naked body. "Nice boots." Brad stated while he smiled.

"You also seem to be a little dirty. The roads around here are dusty." Brad stated as he looked at my thighs covered in sticky tan dirt. The seat of the 4-wheeler had a small puddle of juice from my pussy.

"Yeah. It sticks to sweat and pussy juice. I tried some hand balm one night. The dust stuck to it 1,000 times worse. Those places were black like old oil. I have a few ideas for it." I nervously told Brad with a smile and wiggled my DD tits.

"Well thanks for the drink. Need any help getting clean?" Brad asked.

"Sure. Race you to my garden." I laughed as I took off. The 4-wheeler was much faster than the tractor. I was home in minutes while it took Brad almost 20 minutes. I of course got the hose turned on and ready.

I pulled off my cowboy boots and tossed them up on the porch. Brad walked over, a huge smile on his face as I handed him the hose. He pointed it at me and let the cold-water cascade down my body. For good measure he made sure to rub my skin thoroughly to get all the dirt off.

"Clean enough?" I asked, looking back over my shoulder playfully.

"Nearly there." Brad smiled back as his hands wrapped around my body. His fingers grabbing my tits and rolling my pointy nipples in his fingers.

If I was the type of woman that loved this kind of thing. I would need a good fucking. But for me. This was fun but it did not make me horny. Only running naked really got me ready for sex.

What should have been a 3-minute rinse turned into a very thorough 10-minute shower. I turned off the water and walked inside. Brad had to adjust his growing boner in his very tight jeans.

"You never told me what you liked. Or is that a secret I need to find out on my own?" I asked.

"I like beautiful naked women. Big tits, blow jobs, public nudity, flashing, and taking naked pictures of women. Bondage, rope tying, and my biggest kink of all..." Brad stated smiling but paused.

"Yes? Or do you want me to guess?" I asked.

Brad was smiling and nodding.

"Anal. Hand jobs. Forced sex. Fake rape scenarios. Female domination..." I went on and on as Brad just shook his head.

"Well, it's not a very common thing. I like to keep my jeans on. I like to grind my cock against women. Like dry humping. But when the women are wearing jeans too. The common term is "zipper sparking." Brad explained.

I had heard of people who liked to dry hump each other until they orgasm. In jeans? In public? I had lots of questions. "Dancing is really one of my biggest turn ons. I can do my zipper sparking in public, with many women, all while others watch. In an average night of dancing, I can orgasm 3 or 4 times. My jeans are disgusting after that night." Brad explained.

"So, when I danced with you. Or Maya dancing with you? You would orgasm?" I asked.

"Yeah. A few times. Then with you on the bull. Or Maya on the bull flashing or being sexy. That made me cum so much easier." Brad explained in detail as he had to adjust his growing cock in his tight jeans.

"Should I go pull on a pair of jeans right now?" I asked. Giving him my best smile and leaning towards him a bit.

"God that would be awesome." Brad moaned.

I walked upstairs and tracked down the tightest pair of blue jeans I had. I remained topless and walked to the front porch so Joshua would get a good view. Brad nearly jumped on the porch and ran around to meet me. He sat down on the chair and pulled me into him. I started out slowly grinding my zipper against his. Rocking, circles, and my hands wandering around his arms and chest.

Brad's eyes were fixed on my pussy. Or at least the jeans that blocked them from sight. I could feel his hard cock through his pants. It was pointing straight up towards his belly button. This time I put both my legs around his body. One on each side. My pussy ground harder and harder into him. I made sure to slam my ass down on his balls a few times for effect.

He groaned louder and louder as his hands grabbed my waist. He pulled, pushed, and guided me where he wanted me. I felt like he was rubbing me as hard as he could against him. It took only a few minutes, and he stated, "I'm going to cum."

"Do it. Right in your dirty jeans." I moaned as I continued to grind on him.

I rode him harder, faster, and did my best to make him orgasm. After nearly a minute I saw his jeans get wet. The odor of his semen wafted through the air. The small wet spot grew and grew as Brad moaned. I slowed down my riding of his lap and stopped.

"I have never made a man cum in his own pants on purpose. How many more times can you go?" I asked.

"That was a doozy. I could go at least one more time. But are you sure you are okay with this?" Brad asked.

I pulled Brad up to his feet while I climbed off of him. We went back inside, and I put on the dance practice videos. Of course it was country music. Brad smiled as we shuffled, danced, grinded, and nearly fucked on the dance floor. Two songs in and I had my knee wedged between his legs. I intentionally missed a step or two and rammed my thigh up against his balls.

Brad moaned, his hand gripping mine harder, and I continued to dance normally. I knew he enjoyed the contact. My thigh hitting his balls and dick. He was doing his best to pull me tight against him. His hand was squeezing against my lower back. Our groins pressed together tightly.

Since I was a bit taller than Brad it was easy to snake my leg between his and keep it there. Over and over, I bumped my thigh against his balls. Each time he would groan and moan. His eyes bulged.

Brad was breathing hard, he looked at me and asked, "This is difficult to ask. I have never asked anyone this. But can we lay on the floor and kind of "scissor." You know. Like lesbians do?"

I could tell Brad was very shy and worried. "Sure. But you have to blow it in your jeans again." I stated firmly while looking into his eyes.

Brad nodded and nearly drug me to the ground like a wrestler. Lying on my floor we lay on our butts. Our legs alternated. My pussy ground against his balls. We pulled each other's legs with our hands. Forcing our groins together harder and harder. Brad was dry humping my pussy and thigh.

I could tell he was close. His hips thrusted faster and faster. His breathing was rapid. I took my free hand and grabbed his balls with my hand. Brad groaned at my embrace. "I'm going to lose it." He moaned.

"Do it. Flood your pants with semen." I instructed. My hand squeezed his balls tighter and tighter.

Brad's large blue wet spot grew and grew. It was nearly the size of the palm of my hand. A dark blue area just off center of his zipper and nearly at the first belt loop. My hand roamed higher, squeezing his shaft as hard as I could through his jeans. Milking it up and down trying to get every drop out.

Brad was humping my hand as I gripped harder and harder. He finally slumped down, his back on the floor, breathing hard, "Okay. That's enough for me." He stated.

"I haven't done that much dry humping since freshman year in high school." I explained. But I was not laughing at him or putting him down. He had his own sexual kink. No different than mine.

"Sorry to put you in this spot. Being my boss and all." Brad explained as he caught his breath.

I stood up and stripped off my jeans. I left the boots on for a bit. "Yeah. I really hated that." I was teased. There was a bit of a wet spot on my crotch. Though, I wasn't as horny as when I was running naked outside or sexy dancing at the bar.

"Is that what you bought the electric bikes for? To go up in the hills?" Brad asked as he leaned on his elbows.

"Yeah. There is very little chance of getting caught. I keep trying out new areas, swimming naked, or lying in the large pastures. Theres a big rocky cliff that I laid out while naked. My legs spread for the whole mountains to see. I imagined there were people out there. Watching me." I explained.

"I wasn't sure what you were doing out there. I guessed swimming naked. But not running naked. Seems tiring." Brad stated.

We then went back and forth for an hour or so about what we liked sexually, how we developed our own kinks, and how we could help each other. Brad was still a bit shy since this was all new to him. I learned he had only told one other woman about his "zipper sparking" kink and she was disgusted by it. Wanting to do more traditional sex and oral sex. Since then, he had been very guarded with his secret.

I could understand that. Brad was the only person I had ever told about how I loved running, streaking, and being naked outside. I think I may have told Joshua. But I was a bit drunk. So, I am not 100% certain of what I told him.

"You also seem to enjoy a bit of woman in charge action." I added.

"Yeah. That's hot too. I like women to tell me what to do. For the most part. Nothing too extreme. I like strong, confident, and loud women." Brad laughed.

"How's Tilly coming along?" I asked.

Brad turned red, he started to fidget with his hands, and he was very nervous. I laughed a bit and waited to see what his response would be. My eyes were focused on his face as he tried to avoid eye contact.

"Well. She's at my place all day long while I work. She's fun and all and loves riding horses. We haven't done anything if that is what you are thinking." Brad explained like a nervous boy.

"And the topless pictures you paid her for?" Is that still going on?" I asked smiling at him.

"Yeah. I've taken more pictures and videos. She's okay with that. Since she is staying at my place, eating my food, and riding my horses. She said she had to pay somehow." Brad explained.

"How old is she again?" I asked.

"18 or 19." Brad stated while turning red.

"Yeah. But she looks and dresses a lot younger. Her giant tits are the only thing that makes me believe she may be 18 or older." I explained.

"Yeah. But at the time she was at my place. I have learned quite a lot. Would it be okay if I brought her over to work here tomorrow, or hang out here tomorrow while I worked?" Brad asked.

"Yeah sure. I guess I will have to get dressed though." I advised before Brad thanked me and left. He had to adjust his pants, and I saw his giant blue semen stain was still visible in his jeans.

It was just a bit after 6pm now. I had been naked at home nearly all day, except when I had to put on jeans and dry hump Brad. Still. It was a fun day. Since I had purchased the electric bikes, I had been skipping the steepest part of the run into the hills. My legs were feeling almost back to normal, so I decided to hit it before the sun went down.

I changed out my boots for running shoes and grabbed the hand balm. With a bit of a dab here and there I went out for my run. The first few miles were uphill. Not steep and difficult. But it's just uphill and long. The weather was not as warm as the first time I had done it, but it was in the high 70's. I made it to the top and paused. Taking in the view of the valley.

I ran back downhill to the ranch and then turned back uphill. I wanted to get the full effect of the uphill runs. It took a bit of time but by the time I had finished I was back home covered in sweat and dirt.

I looked down at my pussy to see how the hand balm had turned out. I had used the hand balm to draw a nearly invisible "A" above my pussy about 6 inches tall and 3 inches wide. I also had to stretch but I wrote a letter "B" on my left ass cheek and "C" on my right ass cheek. All the same size.

The pussy letter was dark brown and visible. But the B and C were dark black. I figured more dust was kicked up and stuck there as I ran than my pussy area. I rinsed off in the garden before heading up to take a shower. The hand balm was a bit sticky, and it took dish soap and a bit of scrubbing to get it off.

Good thing I hadn't applied it and been in the sun too long. I had a feeling it may leave a tan line in the shape of the letters if left there too long. Maybe next year I could mess around with it a bit. My body had become quite tanned since running naked and sunbathing naked. I would need it to fade a lot before I made shapes or letters on my body to be burned in my skin. But what shapes, letters, or figures could I write in balm?

It as nearly 8pm and the sun was setting fast. The valley would be pitch black again very soon. I figured since I knew the magic formula to get rid of muscle aches and cramps. I would keep up the squat routine. I set up the bucket in my living room, set my timer, and began working out.

The first 40 weren't so bad, then the next 300 were okay, then the next 200 were worse. My pace slowed. My pussy was gushing from the run and continued to drip as my pussy tapped the bucket lid over and over. My goal was 1,000. I was getting close.

At 700 my legs shook, my calves burned, my hamstrings cramped, and my body was soaked in sweat. I remember Maya yelling at herself and slapping her sensitive parts to motivate herself. Could I do that? Could I slap my tits or my pussy?

"Do it. More. Get to 1,000 you are fucking slut!" I tried to yell at myself, but I laughed loudly. I was not as good at it as Maya. The tone in my voice, the forcefulness, the overall scene was laughable.

But I kept going. When I hit 850, I collapsed. Not on purpose either. I tried to sit down on the bucket, I hit the edge, and my feet could not move adequately to catch me. My hands braced my fall, and I hit the floor. I was no longer laughing. I lay on my back, I knew I would not keep going. I parted my lips and brought my wet gushing pussy to orgasm. It took less than a minute. The run had set me up quickly.

I lay on the floor. Happy with 850. But I wanted 1,000. After waiting for about 30 minutes, I stood up on wobbly legs. I drank two protein shakes, I ate two bananas, and I had a mouthful of vitamins. I wasn't sure if the pickle juice would work right off the bat. Or if I should wait for tomorrow.

I decided to wait for tomorrow. I turned off the television and hobbled upstairs. More Epsom salt and a nice hot bath. Then more warming balm on my ass and legs as I laid in bed. I slowly drifted off to sleep. Bad dreams lay ahead.

"Fist yourself!" Maya screamed at me. I was lying in the gravel area between my house, the barns, and the dirt roads of my ranch. I was naked, lying on my back, covered in dirt and rocks. Maya was standing over me with a whip, Brad and Tilly smiled at me as they watched.

I was trying to force more than 2 fingers in my pussy but was complaining that I was too tight.

"Pick up a handful of gravel!" Maya screamed as she hit me with the whip.

The pain was unbearable, I urinated on the ground, I picked up a handful of gravel, and the people watching laughed. "Fill your cunt with gravel!" Maya screamed. Whipping me again.

I would have normally expected a red line, a welt, or redness. But each strike of the whip caused a long cut. An inch wide. You could see torn skin, torn muscle, and blood pouring out. I leaned back, pulled my pussy lips wide, and dropped the dirt and gravel in my wet pink pussy.

"More. More. Fill it up!" Maya screamed as she whipped my thighs and tops of my feet.

After 6 hand fulls I could not fit anymore inside of me. Maya handed the whip to Tilly who screamed with happiness before turning the black leather handle around. Tilly smiled at me, knelt down, and pointed the base of the handle at my pussy.

"This will hurt. I will love your screams." Tilly stated while smiling.

Tilly rammed the handle into my pussy full of gravel, the pain, the blood, and me pissing myself again. I screamed in agony as Maya screamed at Tilly. "Fuck her hard. Harder. Harder. I will whip you. Harder!"

Tilly did her best to ram the whole handle inside my soft, pink, and delicate pussy.

I then woke up. Covered in sweat, my legs, ass, and back throbbing. It was 2 am. I couldn't wait. I hobbled out of bed and downstairs. In the kitchen I found a jar of pickle juice and drank about 12 ounces. Much more than I had drank the previous time. But I was in much more pain this time. I had to catch my breath as I had gulped it down too fast.

I replaced the jar in the kitchen and saw I only had about 1/4 of the jar left. I would need to buy more. I walked out to the porch. The light was on. The porch was softly glowing in the dark. But the rest of the area was dark. I looked across to Joshua's family's ranch and waved.

I hoped it would take 5 minutes again until my legs felt better. Or at least that was about the amount of time it took last time. I hobbled upstairs and laid in bed. My body still shaking, my mind was still unable to forget the hardcore dream.