mat meets wendy's friends

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Mat arrived at Wendy's house promptly at 7:30 Saturday morning as she had asked him to do. As he pulled up, she was already walking out of her house toward her bike. She was wearing her full black leather biker outfit with heavy motor cross boots. She smiled at Mat and said "Hop on behind me." She put her helmet on, handed one to Mat, got on the bike and waited for him to get on behind her. She didn't give him time to say anything.

Mat got on and put his arms around her, holding tight as she started the bike and took off down the street. Even through the helmet, he could smell her leather. She drove aggressively making quick starts and stops at the various stop signs and traffic lights. She took one of her hands off the bars and grabbed Mat's hand and placed it down between her legs. He knew she couldn't feel much through her heavy leather pants, but he assumed she wanted his hand to be in her crotch.

Leaving town, she entered highway 231 south and opened up the bike. She was passing several cars and waved at various people who seemed to recognize her, or at least thought they did.

About five miles out of town, she made a quick turn onto a dirt road and skillfully road it avoiding most of the ruts and holes. It was obvious she knew the road well and knew every twist and turn. Up and few hills and around tight corners, the bike leaving a large wake of dust, they finally cleared a hill and he saw the motor cross track below. There were bikes already making runs around the track. Most of the track was wet, but he could also see areas of pure dust and areas of what appeared to be deep mud. He counted about eight bikes currently racing around the track. He also saw several other riders with their bikes waiting to get on the track.

Besides the bikers, there were several spectators. It seemed the spectators arrived in many forms of transportation. He saw some bikes that were normal street bikes, not made for the harsh track he was looking at. He also saw trucks, jeeps, a few vans and older cars, and even several horses.

Wendy sped around the far end of the track and over to the opposite side they entered from. This far side seemed to be for racers, not spectators. The spectators stayed on the side of the track the road entered from. She went down between some trailers and around some parked cars, some people moving quick to get out of her way, and waving as she went by. She finally pulled up next to a pickup truck with a bike trailer connected to it.

A girl standing next to the truck watching the races looked over and smiled. She looked to be about 16 or 17 and was a cute little blond. Wendy's biker leathers were completely black, but this girl had a white and black set on. The girl walked over as Mat and Wendy dismounted from the bike.

"Hi ya Wen." she said as she held an open palm up towards Wendy.

"Hi Deb." Wendy replied as they high-fived each other.

"Debbie, this is Mat. Mat this is Debbie. Where's Tracy Deb?" Wendy asked the girl without giving Mat a chance to say or do anything.

"She's doing a run."

"Now! I didn't think she was on for another hour?"

"Sally was in this run but said she was sick, so the judges put her team on later and called out team. Tracy went in and she is pissed."

"I bet she is. Tracy never likes to run as soon as she gets here. Plus she doesn't like Sally and this will enforce that. How is she doing?"

"Okay now. She took a spill half into the mud pit on the second lap, but recovered quick. The other laps are going okay and I think she has a good time. They're about done now though."

Wendy turned to Mat and said, "We're in teams of three. Each member of the team does ten laps for time. The times are averaged and the team with the lowest time wins. Tracy, Deb here, and I are on one team.

About the time Wendy finished explaining this, two girls on horses rode by. Mat noticed their nice western boots and the mud and manure on them sent a little chill through his body, almost causing an erection as they smiled down at him from their high mounts with more than a casual interest. He didn't understand their smile or look or more than casual look. Wendy noticed his questioning expression and said, "Look around Mat. Take a good look at the people here. Notice anything?"

"Well, not really." Mat said after scanning the area.

"They're mostly women Mat. This is a women's day at the track and these are all women's motor cross teams. The only men here, other then the lookies on the other side of the track, are here for ... shall we say, special reasons?"

"Oh. I think I understand. So those girls on horseback may guess that certain interests might bring me here."

"Yes. I'm sure they are wondering what that special interest might be."

Mat looked around more and noticed what Wendy had said was true. He saw very few men on this side of the track.

About this time, a bike pulled up and skidded to a stop next to them, kicking dirt all over everything. The rider got off abruptly, partially covered in mud, took off her helmet and said, "Wen, good to see you." and another high-five was exchanged between the two girls. This girl was tall like Wendy. But, her hair was deep auburn, long and soft. She also looked older, maybe in her upper twenties or early thirties. She turned to Debbie and said, "Did you see that bitch cut me off in the second lap?"

"I saw her, but the judges saw her also. She got a five second penalty added to her time."

"Five seconds is not enough for that cunt. It took me longer than that to get out of the mud and back up to speed. Who's the cock here Wendy?"

"Oh. Tracy, this is Mat. Mat, this is Tracy."

Mat put out his hand offering to shake, but Tracy stood there looking him over from head to toe. Finally, Tracy took in a deep breath and said, "Oh fuck." and walked past him to the back of the pickup, grabbed a beer, popped the top and started drinking. Mat was left with his hand held out.

"Geeee, she likes you." Debbie said.

"How do you know?" Mat asked. "She didn't seem to like me."

"Oh, I know she does." Debbie replied. "If she didn't like you, she would have kicked you in the balls before she went to get her beer."

"Oh." was all Mat could think of to say.

An announcement was being made and Debbie got her helmet and started to get on her bike. Wendy explained it was the call for the next round and it was Debbie's turn.

"She doesn't look old enough to do this Wendy, and she's so small."

"She just turned 16, the legal age to race here. However, she was racing here when she was just 15 with a fake ID, and she started on bikes at the age of 10. One of her mother's many boyfriends was a biker and Debbie would suck him if he would take her for a ride. She's very good on a bike and can out ride most older, experienced women, and most men for that matter."

They watched as the race started and Mat saw what Wendy meant. Debbie soon took the lead position. She didn't waste anything. Every turn was perfect. There was no wasted "spinning" out like many of the other bikers did which took valuable seconds of time. She seemed at one with the bike and with the track.

Tracy walked up along side Mat and Wendy to watch Debbie on the run. "You know Wendy, I'm sure glad she's on our team."

"Me too. She's good on that bike."

Within minutes, the match was done and it was Wendy's turn. She took a sip of Tracy's beer, grabbed her helmet, and started getting ready.

"Say Wendy. Can I borrow your cock while you're out there?"

"Sure Tracy. Just be nice."

"Oh, I will. Real nice. Come with me Mitch or Mike or Marvin or whatever the fuck your name is."

Mat looked at Wendy wondering if he really should go. Wendy just smiled and winked at him, put on her helmet and road off for the starting line.

"I kind of wanted to watch Wendy ride." Mat said.

"You'll see her later. Today, everyone makes two runs. Besides, you saw Deb and she's the best. Right now, I have needs. Follow me."

Mat followed her as she walked between the trailers, past some cars and trucks and away from the track area. In just a few minutes, they were in the trees, out of sight from everyone else.

"So. You're the cock Wendy told us about." Tracy said as she walked a circle around Mat.

"I guess so." Mat replied standing there being inspected by Tracy.

"Wendy said you enjoyed the little games she played with you at her house a few weeks back. She said you really get into kinky stuff."

Mat didn't care much for Tracy's attitude, but she was beautiful. Taller then Wendy, Tracy must be six one or six two at least. Her black and red biker leathers fit her so well and her long, red hair looked soft and fine. Her looks more than made up for her attitude. Mat wasn't sure how to answer her, so he just stood there. He wasn't sure what she wanted out here in the trees. In the distance, he could still hear the bikes running and every now and then, the crowd would cheer.

"Well, I have needs." Tracy said. She took her had and grabbed Mat's hair and pushed him down onto his knees. He stayed on the ground, on his knees and just looked at her. She unzipped her leather jacket and her breasts fell forward. Next she unzipped and unsnapped her heavy leather pants and let them drop below her knees. She wore nothing underneath. Mat assumed she liked the feel of the leather against her skin.

She stood next to Mat, but not facing him. She arched her pelvis out and used her hands between her legs. When her stream started, Mat realized what she was doing. Her beer needed a way out and here he was, on his knees, watching her piss a steady stream onto the ground.

She finished her urination and then turned to face Mat. She took him by the hair, pressed him up against her and barked out a one-word commend, "Clean."

Mat opened his mouth and began to lick and clean her. He noticed her pubic hair was nicely trimmed and it was a bright red, almost orange in color. She tasted clean, but slightly salty from the pee he was licking off her. His hands reached out and started to caress her knee-high biker boots. Nice, heavy, lugged boots with many buckles keeping them tight up to her knees. He continued to lick and she pressed his face harder into her. His hands moved up her legs, but she pulled his hair some and said, "Not so fast cock. Keep your hands down on the boots. If you must touch something, touch them." Mat obeyed, lowering his hands and continuing to lick her now very wet pussy.

After several minutes, she finally pushed him away and said, "I guess that will do for now." She zipped and snapped her clothes, leaving her top far enough unzipped to expose her breasts. She turned and just started walking back without any other words. Mat followed.

They got back to the truck and trailer just in time for Wendy to come riding in. Her right side was covered in mud and her helmet had a big mud smear down the right side.

"Damn you look bad Wen. What happened?"

"You know me, always pushing it. Well, I pushed a bit too far and spilled in the mud on lap eight."

"Shit Wendy, take it easy. We need to work together in this. We need good times."

"I know Tracy. Sorry."

"Where's Debbie Wendy?"

"Just as rode up, I saw her going off with that Barb girl on the back of her horse."

"Damn bitch. I told Debbie to stay away from Barb. That Barb dyke is no good. She wants every girl out here to suck that horse of hers and I think Debbie is going to do it this time."

"Tracy, you know Debbie is not going with you. She's free to do as she wants."

"Not with Barb."

Mat watched as the two girls talked. There was another race going, but apparently no one from Wendy's team needed to ride. Mat took this chance to look around some more. There was a lot of women here. He noticed there didn't seem to be any one type. There were young, old, large, and small. Some holding hands or kissing, others looking like someone's mother and straight as can be. Mat turned back to Wendy and Tracy when he heard his name mentioned.

"Did you and Mat enjoy yourselves?"

"Are you kidding Wen? Me, enjoy a cock? Never."

"Now Tracy, I told you Mat was a nice guy and lots of fun."

"Well, he does make good toilet paper. We'll see about the fun later."

The match was about over and Tracy started getting ready to go out again. She zipped up the rest of the way, put on her helmet, and rode off to the starting line.

"Tracy really is a nice person Mat." Wendy said. Thinking he was turned off by her. "She has been hurt a lot in life and so she is a little rough around the edges. But, we get along well and she is a good friend."

"She seems okay Wendy. I'm not worried."

About that time, Debbie came walking back up.

"Hi all. Is Tracy on the track?"

"Yes. And I told her I saw you ride off with Barb."

"Shit, was she pissed?"

"A little. You didn't suck that horse did you Debbie?"

"No. But, I played with him and I watched Barb play him. I would like to see him cum." "Barb says he shoots a good load, but I've never seen it either."

"Look at me, I've got horse shit all over my boots. I better clean it off before Tracy gets back."

"Wait Debbie. Don't do that. Don't worry about Tracy, I'll make her understand. It will be better later if you leave it there, on your boots."

"What are talking about Wendy?"

"Just trust me on this one okay?"

"Okay. But if Tracy sees it and goes ballistic, I'm pointing her in your direction."

"That's fine, just don't clean it off."

Tracy finished her run and came in. Debbie and Wendy also made their second runs and it was now time for the judges decisions. All the teams gathered around a small platform next to a trailer. Mat was next to Wendy. He noticed there were about 30 to 40 women all in biker gear. There were only about four or five men counting himself. He noticed some of the men were also in leather and some were in dog collars and chains. Interesting group these bikers.

The announcements were made. Wendy and her team finished fourth. Not as good as they wanted and not in any of the money winning positions. But, it wasn't bad.

"Okay girls, snacks are at my house. I'll see you all there." Wendy said.

Tracy and Debbie went to load their bikes up on the trailer and take the truck. Wendy and Mat got on Wendy's bike. Before Wendy took off, she turned to Mat and said, "Mat, do you think you're up for this stuff? I mean, you've met Debbie and Tracy. You see how we're dressed and how dirty we are. Do you think you want this?"

Mat thought for a few seconds and said, "Sure Wendy. I'll be fine. I'm looking forward to it."

They put their helmets on. Mat put one arm around Wendy and the other down between her legs and they rode off to her house.

They arrived safely and about five minutes after they got there, Tracy and Debbie showed up. Wendy had brought out some drinks and some food items. Mat was just sitting in a chair. Both Tracy and Debbie sat on the couch and unzipped their tops. "Whew, it's a bit warm today." Debbie commented.

"Mat, be a good boy and remove your clothes, okay?" Wendy smiled at him as she walked off into the kitchen.

Mat didn't reply, but stood up and removed all his clothes and sat back down. He heard a giggle from Debbie. She was just 16, and he was concerned if he should even be in here.

Wendy returned with the tray of food and placed it on the table in front of the couch. There was one beer on the tray, which Tracy took. Debbie and Wendy both took cokes.

Wendy walked over to where Mat was sitting and told him to stand up. He did so and she sat in the chair he was using. She looked at him and said, "Lay on the floor Mat. Lay down in front of my chair." Mat did so, laying across the front of the chair as Wendy moved her boots out of the way. Once Mat was in place, Wendy put her feet back on top of him, placing the heavy, mud covered leather boots directly on his chest. Debbie giggled again.

Mat felt a little embarrassment being fully naked and being used like this while the girls just talked about the race and various other things.

After a few minutes of small talk, Tracy turned to Debbie and said, "What's all over your boots?"

"Just mud from the race."

"That's not all. Did you fuck Barb's horse?"

"No. We just played with him a little."

"And you didn't clean the shit off your boots?"

"Wendy said not to. She said it was okay."

At that, Tracy looked up to Wendy. Before Tracy could say anything else, Wendy said, "Come over here Deb." Debbie got up and boots rested on his cock, pressing into his balls.

"Stand on Mat Deb."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Just step right up on his chest."

Debbie did so, holding on to Wendy to keep her balance. Once she had both feet on his chest, she could stand on her own. Wendy then stood up, placing one foot on the floor between Mat's legs, up against his balls and the other foot she rested on top of his cock. She took hold of Debbie to steady her and then said, "Now Debbie, lift one boot and put it down over Mat's face."

"Really? On his face?"

"Yes, right down on his face and tell him to clean your boots."

Debbie lifted her right boot and pressed it lightly over Mat's face and in a shy, young voice said, "Clean my boots."

Debbie had nice biker boots with buckles that ran up to her knees. The bottoms were lugged deeply and had some mud, but very little because Debbie didn't go down on the track like the other girls did. However, Debbie's boots did have horse shit deep in the lugs. Mat's tongue and mouth began to work. He tongue probed between the lugs and also licking up the sides of her boot. Debbie grinned down at him giggling.

"I've got to see this." Tracy said and got up to walk over next to Mat. "Wendy, you mean he will eat the horse shit from her boots?"

"Sure Tracy. I told you Mat was good. He does a great job on boots no matter how bad and dirty they are. Just watch." As Wendy spoke, she started rubbing her one boot over Mat. As he was licking Debbie's boots, Wendy was wiping hers on his body. She was using his cock like a rubbing post and she would grind her boots on to his cock. He could feel the mud covering his cock and thighs and falling down on his balls and on the floor between his legs.

Tracy moved around Mat and watched him from various angles. She watched his tongue moving over Debbie's mud and shit covered boots. She watched as Wendy rubbed her boots on his cock and Wendy kicked at his cock to knock the mud off. She went to one of Mat's outstretched arms and looked down at his hand that was palm up. She stepped on his hand, applying her weight. His fingers eagerly started to work on her boots, digging into the lugs, cleaning them out despite the pain of her weight as she stood on his fingers.

Mat's cock was hard and standing tall. The excitement of all these muddy boots being on him, plus Wendy's boot contacting with his cock was keeping him very aroused. Young Debbie switched feet often, offering him her left then her right boot then back again. With each change, her weight on him would shift, grinding the foot he was not licking into his nipples, which also responded by standing erect.

"Damn Wendy! He really is a fuckin' boot slave isn't he?"

"I told you he was Tracy. He really gets into it. Let's sit down and enjoy the snacks while Mat finishes."

With that, all three girls moved to the couch and sat down with Debbie in the middle. All had their tops unzipped and breasts exposed. They offered their boots out and Mat crawled to them and began licking and cleaning each one in turn.

The girls continued to munch and talk. They also watched Mat and commented on his behavior. Mat noticed that the girls started to play with each other. Tracy was eagerly licking and sucking on Debbie's young breasts and Wendy had her hand down inside Debbie's pants.

After several minutes, Wendy took her hand out from Debbie's pants and said, "Here Mat, lick these." and held out her hand. Mat moved closer. Mat smelled the leather from Debbie's pants and he also smelled that unmistakable smell that comes from deep inside a woman. Wendy's fingers were very wet and Mat eagerly licked the juice from them.

May then returned to Wendy's boots and finished them off and moved on to Debbie's boots. Wendy got up and removed her boots and her leather pants. Wendy stood naked before them all.

"Oh Wendy, I see you still shave between your legs." Debbie commented.

"Of course Deb. Better for you to lick me." With that said, Wendy climbed on the couch facing Debbie and legs straddling her. Wendy got up on her knees which raised her crotch to Debbie's face. Debbie moved right in, licking Wendy in long slow licks, tongue probing inside frequently.

From Mat's position on the floor, he could see Wendy's ass facing him. He wanted to lick her rear and he knew she loved it, but he had to finish the boots first. His desire to do other things caused him to work faster and harder on the boots to finish them. He soon had Debbie's boots finished and turned to Tracy.

"Wait Mat. Not yet." Tracy said. Tracy got up and pushed Mat back out of the way. She then removed Debbie's boots, careful not to disturb Debbie and Wendy. Tracy also removed Debbie's leathers. Tracy positioned her self on her knees between Debbie's legs and started to lick Debbie just as Debbie was doing to Wendy. She took time to turn to Mat and say, "Now you may finish my boots."

Mat looked at Tracy. He had a beautiful view of her leather covered rear. Tracy's boots sticking back toward him, heels in the air, toes on the floor, as she was on her knees eating Debbie. He went to work cleaning the bottom lugs of her boots and then working on the sides and shafts.

The girls could be heard moaning as their pleasures started to grow. The smell of sex was strong in the air. The sounds of slurping and sucking almost as loud as the moans of pleasure.

Soon Tracy's boots were finished and Tracy stood up and removed them and her pants. She took Mat by the hair and guided him up to Wendy's ass. Wendy felt his tongue on her rear hole and this sent shock waves through her. The feeling of Debbie eating her front and Mat's tongue probing her rear was more than she could take. She started to shake and cry out as her climax peaked. Tracy pushed Mat's face hard against Wendy's ass and thus pressed Wendy hard against Debbie's face.

It took several minutes for Wendy to finally to catch her breath and relax enough to move off of Debbie. When she finally did, Tracy guided Mat's head to Debbie's crotch. Mat went to work on Debbie, who was very wet. Debbie moaned and laid back in pleasure as Mat's tongue made its way inside her.

Tracy climbed on the couch and had her back to Debbie. She squatted over Debbie's lap facing Mat and took her fingers and held herself open wide. Mat continued to lick Debbie, but was looking up at Tracy's soft, red vagina when a golden stream started to come forth from Tracy. It sprayed Mat in the face and ran down Debbie's tummy and over her sex where Mat licked and drank as fast as the could.

Wendy watched and said, "Tracy! He can't drink it that fast. It's dripping all over the floor and on our boots piled up there."

"I'm sorry Wendy. I couldn't hold it any longer. You know how beer makes me go. I'm sure Mat will take care of your floor and our boots."

"Well, I'm sure he will, but ...."

Wendy didn't get to finish her sentence because Debbie started to moan and wiggle uncontrollably as Mat's tongue brought her to climax. She reached around Tracy, who was still squatting over her and pissing, and grabbed Mat's head and pushed it hard into her. Mat's tongue drove deep, rubbing her clit, his mouth filling with piss, as Debbie finished her orgasm.

Tracy finished her pee about the time Debbie came down from her climax. Tracy took Mat by the hair again and she sat back on the couch. She pulled him up and towards her, his face to her breasts and she guided his cock into her wet pussy. "Okay cock. Let's see what you can do."

Mat's lips locked onto Tracy's breasts and his cock started moving in and out of her.

"Listen to me cock. You better not cum inside me or I'll castrate you. Understand?"

Mat nodded his head that he understood. He continued his rhythm.

"Wendy, give him one of those boots."

"Sure Tracy. Let me find one you pissed all over." Wendy took a boot from the pile and started rubbing it over Tracy's breasts, right in front of Mat's face. The smell of leather, piss, and dirt filled his nose. His tongue moved from her breasts to the offered boot and he licked and sucked at the piss-covered leather. His breathing got faster as did his strokes into her. Soon he felt his cum boiling in his balls and moving up the shaft of his cock.

"Remember what I said cock!" Tracy warned him.

Mat took as much of the boot as he could into his mouth and pulled out of Tracy, his cock shooting forth globs of white cream on her tummy and breasts. It was a powerful climax for and it took several squirts before his cock stopped its shooting. Even after that, cum still dripped and drooled from him.

Wendy looked at Mat and told him to lick up his cum, but not to swallow it. She asked that he get as much in his mouth as he could, but not to swallow any. Mat did as he was told. It was difficult to suck up his cum and keep it in his mouth, but he managed. When he was done, he turned to face Wendy. Wendy smiled, moved close to him, took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. She took his cum into her mouth and drank it eagerly.

After a long, and very passionate kiss, Wendy pulled back a few inches and looked Mat in the eyes. She smiled and said, "Thanks Mat. You did good today and I'm very proud of you." Mat returned the smile.

Tracy got up and started to get dressed.

"Wait Tracy, you didn't cum yet."

"Oh that's okay Wendy. I'm going to see a bitch about a horse. Want to come along Debbie?"

"Sure, let me get my things."

They got dressed and headed for the door.

"Wendy, will you be at the Club tonight or at the track next Saturday?"

"You know I'll be at the track. As for tonight, I think I'll show up for a few minutes and see who's at the Club."

"Great. See you then Wen. Bye."

The girls hugged and Tracy and Debbie left. Wendy turned to Mat and said, "I'm going to take a nap. I expect you to clean up my floor and my boots. Then you can leave. If you want to see what we call the Club, be here at 8:00 tonight. But, the club can be much worse than you experienced today." Wendy didn't wait for an answer. She tossed him a boot polishing kit and walked off to the bedroom.

Mat looked at the little puddles of piss on the floor and at the piss on Wendy's boots. He started his cleaning, thinking about the day's activities. The idea of the Club frightened him a little, but he knew his desire for boots would force him to go. He smiled to himself and eagerly went to work on the floor.