Forgotten Sunday
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
When you think everyone has forgotten, or have they?


Forgotten Sunday

It was Sunday, a quite nice Sunday and to some this was a special Sunday, very
special. But still it was a Sunday and here in Meadowside District it was a
quite lovely day, especial outside, a day to be enjoyed and out here in the
countryside there was always lots to do, even on a Sunday. After the normal
Sunday church service had been and gone, and everyone had confessed their
sins, well not 'all' of them of course! There was still time on this Sunday
for some enjoyment to be had!

The Meadowside District lay outside that formidable place known as The City.
But this was in many ways a quiet, peaceful and tranquil area, some might see
this a bit of a slow county bumkin kind of area. But that was probably because
they didn't know everything that really went on around here, behind closed
doors! The district was quite large and made up of a scattering of small
hamlets, a few parishes and one main large village, the village of Dom cum
Man. Meadowside had of course, all the required countryside facilities that an
area like this needed. Farms of all kinds, woodland and orchards, some quite
excellent equestrian centres and there was also hunting and fishing to be
enjoyed. The district also had that 'must have', the local Manor house,
Fawcett House as it was called.

Meadowside was in many ways the idyllic countryside area where the lifestyle
could be either slow and peaceful for those who liked it that way or active,
exciting and sometimes just as invigorating as the lifestyle you could have if
you lived in the nearby city! So much so that in certain circles out here in
the quite countryside rumours of what really went on could put events in The
City to shame! (Reader may wish to read the previous stories about Meadowside
District - The Quiet County Life, Red Barn Bout, Vote for Me, Party at The
Hall, A Special New Year's Party, Puppy Training & Without A Clue).

So, even here in Meadowside on this special Sunday there was bound to be some
extra goings on, going on! One place where there was bound to be 'something
extra' happening was out at the Home Wood Equestrian Centre. An establishment
known in some circles for its active activities! On this particular Sunday
there was the normal weekend gathering of horse-riding enthusiasts and other
people who just came here for some 'fun!' The centre was undoubtedly the best
Equestrian centre in Meadowside District, if not the best centre in the whole
of the county.

Well that was what the owner, Captain Hammond liked to tell everyone. He was a
big, bold, larger than life ex-carvery office. Well that again was what he
liked to tell everyone, and if you were a 'pretty little filly' or a 'firm
good mare', you would be sure that Captain Hammond would be nearby. Then at
the first opportunity he'd be up close telling you all sorts, entertaining you
with his stories, tales and whatever! And maybe for a special few, ladies of
course, there might be something else that Captain Hammond would entertaining
you with.

The Home Wood Equestrian Centre was set in a large spread that consisted of
many acers of open land and fields. As you would expect the centre itself was
made up of various paddocks and a large selection of all different stables,
out buildings, barns and covered areas. All of which were colour coded, not
only to make the place stand out, which it did, but to make it easier for
people to worked out where they were and where they were going to. After time
it was all very easy to find where to go but to the new members here it was a
great idea.

The white buildings housed all the more senior horses and their owners kit,
the grey buildings were for the horses and equipment of those riders of an
intermediate standard. And the black buildings they were for the novices, new
horses and riders, those who were known to fall off every now and again! Then
there were the other buildings the brown ones for storing hay and feed, the
green building for all kinds of equipment and the blue was for the centres
shop and café.

That just left the Red Barn located in the middle of all of this, that was the
'special' building. It was set aside for Captain Hammond and some of the
equestrian centre's more 'select' regulars. Some of those 'pretty little
filly', like Georgiana & Alice, what girls they were or a 'firm good mare',
like ... ... , well there were certainly a few of them here too!

But right now, there were three particular ladies that came here to the Home
Wood Equestrian Centre, three ladies who stabled their horses here that we
should now concentrate on.

The three women were, Julie, the brunette, Sharon, the blond and Debbie, the
redhead. And all three women could best be described as Milf and all three
where 'horsey' women, hence being here at the stables at the weekend where
they could enjoy a good ride. But on this weekend, today, it was a special
Sunday and maybe, just maybe there was something else in store for them!

Walking into this particular stable, one of the white buildings, was firstly
the brunette, tall, good long fine legs, busty in the chest a good-looking
mature woman with her long ponytail dark hair. Following her in was the blond
the shortest of the ladies, but not really that short, with her bouncy
shoulder length hair. Her good firm round arse and full firm breasts. Last in
was the redhead the woman who was in the middle when it came to height order,
with her short, frizzy, curly hair, slim in the waist and large in the
chest. These where the three ladies that came into this white stable, and come
her to......!

Well they'd come here today as they all intended to have a ride, a good hard
ride on their horses of course. The women had come here to get rid of a bit of
frustration, as these three ladies where currently in a bit of a mood and
needed to release some of their, 'annoyance!' It seemed that these ladies'
families had kind of forgotten what Sunday this was, and their husbands and
children had all gone off earlier that day to do their own thing. All left
their wives, Mother alone and obviously all forgotten what day it was!

But how could they all have forgotten that it was Mothering Sunday, Mother's
Day! There had been no cards, no breakfast in bed, no flowers, for any of
these women. And so, and you couldn't blame Julie, Sharon and Debbie for all
feeling just a bit.......*%&$@~#! 

So, having been 'forgotten', having all of them been forgotten on Mother's
Day, of all days! There where phone calls, discussions and a meeting around
Sharon's, for a glass of wine all before the women decided to get rid of some
of their frustration with something firm and strong between their legs. Even
if it was just a horse! So, here they were Julie, Sharon and Debbie the
forgotten mum's each of them ready and dressed to for a good long, hard ride.

The white coloured barn they'd walked into, where these ladies' horses where
stabled was a long wooden building. As they entered at one end you could see
all the way through to the far end and the doors there. On the left side were
six individual stalls and then a large tackle room, and in three of these
stalls where the horses belonging to our three ladies. There was the walkway
all the way to the far and then on the other side of this was a large area,
with hay bundles here and there, where the horses could be tied up outside of
their stalls.

It was a tall building, and near to the far end was one of those open hay
lofts and it all looked very much as if it had come out of some film. Looking
just how a horse stable should do, as if was on some rich man's property,
which was just the impression that Captain Hammond had wanted people to get
when they came here.

So, walking down the central walkway where the three quiet upset ladies, even
though they were here at the stables and they did enjoy their horse riding all
three women were still pissed off at having been forgotten on this very
special day. Very pissed off indeed. But then suddenly the woman all stopped.
They looked further down the line of the stalls and stared, wondering there
for a moment, 'What's this?'

The three ladies had all stopped and stared because just as they'd entered the
white stable barn and stared down that walkway, there, a bit further down
something had appeared. Well in fact someone, maybe more than 'one' someone
had appeared, stepped out, stood there and looked down the barn to the
approaching ladies. In fact, there were five, 'someone's' there, all men, all
tall, all strong looking and all that had been in one of those stalls further
down and now had only stepped out as if they were excepting the ladies.

Now looking at these men, these younger men, well in their mid, late twenties
young, looking at these men the woman all now grinned and then smiled. Almost
as if all three of them all had the same thought, all had the same idea. They,
the men, were all about the same height, there was a blond man, a fair-haired
one, a black man. Plus, a couple of dark haired one's, one with long and one
with short hair. Each man was dressed in working boots, jeans and all the men
where topless, which the ladies all kind of liked. There was also a glint to
these men's bodies as if they had already got a bit a sweat on, which again
added to the ladies appreciation of this situation.

Two of the men had been in that open area when the ladies had entered the
building and hadn't been noticed at first. After a quick whistle to the others
in the stalls, to altered them to the fact they should come out and have a
look. So, when all five men where there in the open they could all see these
women that had entered and there was, to say the least a lot of attention for
these women now.

For the men stood there, they also had something, shall we say, tasty to look
at. Even if these women were somewhat older than the men, there was this
desirable, sexy Milf look that all these young males really liked. Plus
dressed in their riding gear, it really added an extra 'something!'

The brunette Julie, with her long hair tied back in an appropriate ponytail
and the tallest of these women was dressed in her black leather riding boots,
that made her looked even taller. Then there was a pair of those two two-toned
coloured jodhpurs, light blue on the inside and a darker blue on the outside.
Going up the woman wore and quite tight long-sleeved grey top that hugged her,
showing this Milf's fine, toned and good to look at body.

Sharon with her shoulder length blond hair that always bounced when she was
walking was also dressed for a ride. Her boots where brown and her tight
jodhpurs where dark blue on the inside and pink on the outside, showing off
her good round arse. Going up was a tight white long-sleeved polo top, not
exactly a crop top, but it was a three-quarter top, with her bellybutton just
showing, Just like her cleavage as all those buttons where undone.

Debbie the redhead with the shortest and curliest hair was also dressed ready
for a good ride. She had her favourite designer leather riding boots with a
reddish and green colour and pattern to them. Then she had on jodhpurs that
were black on the inside and purple on the outside. With a white tight
long-sleeved top, which through it could be easily be seen her red bra, making
her already large breasts look even bigger, lovelier and more desirable.

The women looked amazing and these five work men that had at the last minute
been sent here to this barn to do what seemed to them to be some pointless and
non-essential work had now taken a new turn. These women looked so hot, sexy
and even though there were somewhat older than each of the men, they could all
see themselves doing each of these women. How good would that be? These men
had only been brought in for a couple of weeks work, mostly working on the
completion of a new access road. And although they'd seen many women come and
go over at the equestrian centre this was there first time, they had actually
been here in the centre itself.

They had all been a bit confused when they got the message this morning to
move over to the centre and do some other work. But they knew not to question
their boss, after all he was the governor and since walking over to and
through the centre, they'd already seen a number of fit looking woman on their
way to this white barn and were liking what they had seen. But now with these
three ladies stood there, things just got a whole lot better.

A couple of the men took step forward as if tempting the woman who'd stopped,
to come closer! The men all had one thing on their minds now and here in this
stable barn, with the women dressed like that they had their own kind of
riding in mind! But for the women, these horse women, they knew an animal that
needed to be tamed, to be broken it, so to speak, when they saw it and these
men, well ... ... !

The three women had stopped by the stall where Sharon's house was stabled, a
big black stallion that some at the centre were quite intimidated by. But
between the blond woman's thigh he did exactly as she commanded. The three
woman all looked at each other, there was a grin then a smile and it was as if
they all knew what the other was thinking. The man who had all now shuffled
that bit closer could see these smiles and it all looked as if there was
indeed going to be some fun in the hay, so to speak.

But maybe the men had got this all wrong, after all these women 'liked' men,
they were all married after all. But maybe 'men' where there for fun and
entertainment and then again that all depended on your interpretation of what
was fun and what was entertainment!

In a flash Sharon reached over and into the stall where her horse was, she
knew exactly what she was after and where it would be hanging. So, a second
later there was the sudden sound of a spin chilling, 'CRACK!' The men all
jumped and shook in surprise and shock as the long black leather whip that so
quickly appeared in the blond Milf's hand. Her hand flicked, like an expert
and the whip came to life reaching out towards the group of men, but missing
them easily, which it had meant to. But then it gave that heart stopping
cracking sound that put an element of fear into all of the men and sent a kind
of a chill down all their spines.

A second or two went by as the minds of these men tried to take this all in,
'a woman had used a whip and used it on them', so to speak. This didn't make
any sense to the men, and Sharon and her friends could see this by the
expression on their stupid faces. So, it was time for a 'full demonstration!'

The blond Milf cracked her whip again, but this time it was an 'aimed' shot,
she was going for something, someone and she had the skill to pull this off,
as the men and one in particular was about to find out. The leather whip went
out and was heading towards the black man, and by the look on his scared face
he could see this all too clearly. But Sharon was a woman with a few certain
skills and with a whip in her hand she knew exactly what she was doing.

To the man it was as if it all went in slow motion, the whip coming to him, so
very, very clearly. Then the end of it seemed to drop down, so did his head as
his eyes followed it as almost like a snake it seemed now wrap itself around
the bottom of his right leg. But there was no sharp pain or anything like
that, but he could feel this 'snake' like grip around his calf, all very
wired. Then there was a sudden tightening and a painful hold and then,
UUUUHHHHH! THUD!

The whip had gone where the blond had wanted it to, gripped around the black
man's calf and all the woman had to do now was pull on the handle of the whip.
Sharon, even though she was the smallest of these woman should not be
underestimated. Not only good with a whip she was also strong, much stronger
than you would expect and as she pulled back, the whip came back to her and
this man's leg was taken out for under him, Pulling him a surprising way down
the barn walkway until he dropped down heavily on his arse.

The sight of one of their own being taken down by the woman with the whip took
a full second or two to sink in, but when it had, it unleased a rage in the
other four men. They now made their forceful way down to confront this blond
woman and what she'd just done, SMACK! WHACK! CRACK! THUD!

With the black man on his arse, shocked and a little scared by what had just
happened his four mates had gone to the blond. But of course, they had all
forgotten about the redhead and brunette, you shouldn't forget about Debbie
and Julie! The women taught them his lesson by viciously going for these men
as they came nearby. Debbie throw a fist into the dark-haired man with the
long hair and a boot into the blond man. Leaving Julie to smack the
fair-haired man and pound her knee up into the man with short dark hair. Now
all five men had had their first real introduction to life here at Home Wood
Equestrian Centre and some of those special ladies that came here!

Julie's two men had been stunned by her sudden appearance and strikes, so much
so they just didn't know what had happened to them. But that was soon remedied
as now the brunette took half a step backwards and then turned, spinning her
mature but still fit and supple body around and driving her black riding boot
across one and then the second of her men's face's, WHACK! WHACK! A double
blow with one move that sent these two men staggering and falling into each
other.

Debbie had also introduced herself, for a second time, to her two men, she'd
moved fast, reached out and grabbing onto each of her men, the blond one and
long dark haired one. Grabbing onto each shaken man's head, getting a firm
grip, then showing some more female strength she shoved both their heads
downwards. Down in quick succession and down into an upcoming knee and as
hopped for one foot to the other. Slamming these men's faces into her knees as
they came up, CRACK! CRACK!

There were now four hurt, stunned and very uneasy on their feet men, that just
left the black man still on the floor with the whip around his leg. The blond
woman, Sharon, flicked her arm, wrist, the movement travelled down the length
of leather and unravelled it from around his leg. The man was impressed, 'how
did she do ... ... ' THUD OOOUUUHHH! But before his question was posed the
blond had jumped up and then come down, dropping hard onto the man. The Milf
in her riding gear came down with some force into him, her knees driving into
his body, hurting him, sending all the air out, making him judder and gasp for
breath.

Sharon rolled off her hurt black man and was back on her feet, she kicked out
sending her boot into the kneecap of the blond man who was nearby, CRACK!
UUUUHHHH! The strike made him shudder and wobble. Then this blond female
turned spun herself around and with a twirling kick she sent her other boot
up, spinning around and into the side of the shocked face of the fair-haired
man, SMACK! OOOOWWWW!

It was time to grab a man, anyone will do and hurt him. Debbie reached, leant
over to her side and to the dark-haired man with the short hair. Her hands
grabbed onto his arm and she dragged him to her. At the same time the woman,
turned twisted her body, bring the man to her at speed and then she was taking
him up off his feet, over her own body, all the way over and then slamming him
into the floor of the white stable barn, THUD! UUUUWWWW!

Julie went for, and easily grabbed onto the back of the head of the man with
the long dark hair, he was trying to be modern, individual, a free spirt with
his daft long hair. But for this woman it just made it easier to get a grip of
him, he'd learn! With her tight hold she now ran, taking her stunned man with
her. She hopped, went up and came down, her boot going down and straight into
the face of the black man still on the floor, THUD! UUUWWWHHH! Pounded by the
sole of her boot his body jolted and as the same time the brunette ran,
rammed, slammed the face of the man she was dragging along into the solid
wooden wall of the stable stall, CRUNCH! ARRRRHHH!

As the brunette had let go of the man's long hair, he fell back his face was
bloody and hurt after being driven into that hard, wooden wall. His hands went
up to his injured face, but something stopped him. Sharon had hold with both
hands on the handle end of her whip and as this man had fallen, staggered
backwards the blond was onto him. Slipping the handle, she had a grip off over
his head and down to his throat, across his windpipe. Then she drove her knee
up into his back, jolting the man's body forwards while at the same time
pulling that whip back hard and across his throat. The woman had him, and was
strangling him with the handle of her whip, well that was a first for this
man!

At the same time Debbie was moving towards, SMACK! A punch, a strike, a hard
blow across the face of the fair-haired man and to the opposite side that her
blond friend had hit. That strike sent this one backwards, SMACK! Another and
another punch until he was now up against the stable stall wall and with
nowhere to go it just meant that the redhead had free rein to hit him as hard,
as quickly and as often as she liked, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Julie had also moved quickly and was onto the blond man. The strike he'd got
on his kneecap had moved, jolted, damaged, broken something there. He was down
on his good knee and holding, in agony his bad knee, CRACK! UUUUHHH! The
brunette's riding boot went up and into the bottom of his jaw, sending his
head flying up. Before it had come back down again Julie had moved again,
swung her leg up, around and over his head, now she had him trapped between
her firm, horse woman thighs. She shuffled herself into potion drawing the
knelt man's body and head backwards. Trapped there between the light blue
colour of her inner jodhpurs, bent back and looking up to the quite attractive
brunette Milf. Who now held him by his head and was staring down into his
scared eyes. Now the woman flexed and squeezed her thighs against his head,
ARRRRHHHHH!

Sharon's chocking whip, Debbi's strong fists and Julies firm thighs all looked
amazing, mesmerising, fascinating. Especially to the three lads that were
secretly hidden away and watching all of this up there in the barns hay loft.
The three lads where the Sons of the three women down on the barns floor
beating these hapless men. There was Josh, Julie's Son, then Billy, Sharon's
Son and Jason, Debbie's Son. All three lad had got together to arrange a
different kind of Mother's Day gift, knowing that their Mum's each had what
could only be described as a different 'twist' of what they called fun and
entertaining!

But they all knew that this, a knock about in the barn with some real men
would be something the women, the Mother's would really like! Also, it meant
that these lads got a chance to watch, as Sharon's Son Billy really did fancy
his mate, Josh's Mum, Julie, she was so hot to him. As for Josh well his young
lad heart raced every time get saw his friend Jason's Mum, Debbie was really
Milf material. And to Jason, he couldn't help but want his mate Billy's Mum,
Sharon was so unbelievable.

So, the lads had arranged all this, they knew there was work taking place near
to that stables, and that meant there would be workmen there, so there were
they 'volunteers!' And lads being lads when it involved a sexy Milf and some
horny wishful young lad desires, well anything was possible!

The boys carried on watching as Sharon straggled, used her whips some more and
beat another couple of the men. As Julie's firm thighs took a man out and then
she used her hands and boots to inflect more pain and unconsciousness. And as
Debbie hit harder and harder until there was nothing left, before moving onto
the next man.

Then when all the men were down and out the boys watched as the women smiled
and had a grin of pure satisfaction about them. These Milf's had thoroughly
enjoyed this little session here in the white stable barn, and it showed.

The boys stayed as still and as quiet as they could watching as the three
Milf's walked down the walkway and carried on under that hay loft and out of
sight. As they left there was a sigh of relief and their own satisfaction
having watched this, the boys all smiled then suddenly, OOOWWWHHH! THUD! THUD!
THUD! The floor and hay they were laying on suddenly gave way beneath them and
all three lads fell, dropped down through the trapdoor of the hay loft to the
floor of the barn, 'Shit!'

Of course, the women, the Milf's, the Mother's knew the boy were up there, it
wasn't the first time these young lads had spied on the woman. Even though
they'd thought they got away with it, in the past, but not today as the
trapdoor cord had been pulled and the boys where now at the women's feet,
'what to do with these horny boys!' But it had been a very nice Mother's Day
present, the women had enjoyed it so ... ... OOOOHHHH!

Each boy was pulled up by a woman, they were all pushed back into each other
and then, OOOOUUUUUU! It was all done so quickly the lads didn't know who had
who, but the woman threw themselves against the boys. The lads went back
further against each other as large breasts went pounding into their face and
they were held there. There was an inner triangle of boys with an outer
triangle of females around them, and for 'fun' the lads where having their
faces smothered by Milf breast!

This felt amazing to each lad, even if he wasn't too sure which Milf his face
was buried into, could be embarrassing, maybe? But each boy took his chance
and their hands went around and grabbed onto the arse of the woman who was
suffocating him, 'OOWWHH! Nice!' The woman faces where over the boy's head of
course, so they could lean in, close, and ... ... well there was a few words
as if to make sure everyone was thinking the same. Then agreement, followed by
tongues going out for a girly threesome kiss that the ladies always enjoyed
and ... ... !

Sudden gasps as the woman now moved back and the boys were realised, each of
whom suddenly realising he should start breathing again. Then they were each
dragged by their hair off to one of the empty stalls. Each boy was thrown down
into a pile of hay and it was now time for the Milf to have some 'pleasure',
her Mother's Day fun with ... ... !

Elsewhere in the Home Wood Equestrian centre and the Daughters of Julie,
Sharon and Debbie where wondering if their Mother's where enjoying their
Mother's Day presents? The girls knew what their younger Brothers had
arranged, of course they did. But even so they thought it was in fact quite a
good idea, but how their idiot Brothers thought of it, God only knows! So,
there was no real reason for the girl to do anything, after all a card, some
flowers, would have spoilt the whole thing really.

But all of that didn't matter now and not to be out done these girls were
already taking charge of Father's Day and they had their own plans about what
was going to happen on that day ... ... !