S is for Spanking

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‘Are you in a race?’ John asked as his hand closed on top of mine. ‘I’ll get you there, but you don’t do this to me and leave me. I’ve got to come.’

He was certainly hard enough, and I glanced at my watch, then at Wendy.

‘I’ll get him off. You pose for him or something.’

‘No! I’ll get him off. You can pose!’

‘OK, but …’

I’d been massaging John’s cock through his trousers as we spoke and his voice was little more than a moan as he cut in.

‘Just pull your tops up, that’ll be fine, and you can both do it, but let’s get out of sight first.’

We stopped just a few feet away from a stand of rocks and quickly moved in among them, not completely sheltered but probably safe for a few minutes. I could see Wendy’s point about hurrying and didn’t waste any time, quickly tugging my top up to bare my breasts as John pulled his cock and balls free of his fly. Wendy hesitated only a moment before she too pulled her upper clothes high, exposing two rounded, pale boobs, both splashed with freckles. I already had John in hand, tugging on his stiff shaft, and she took hold of his balls. His hand went around our waists, then lower, pushing into the back of my shorts, and Wendy’s, to squeeze and stroke our bottoms as we masturbated him.

I wanted my shorts down, and I wanted to suck, so I quickly got to my knees, stripping myself behind as Wendy took hold of his erection and opening my mouth to let her guide it in. John gave a deep moan for the feel of his cock in my mouth and Wendy giggled to see me so urgent and so dirty, her eyes full of laughter and mischief as she masturbated him in time to the motions of my sucking. I was wishing we had more time, so that I could suck him properly, and perhaps more, maybe even find an excuse to play with Wendy, but I knew we had to hurry. My hand went to his balls, I slid one finger between his muscular bum cheeks and I found his anus, teasing the tiny hole even as I wondered at my own filthy behaviour.

Wendy gave a little gasp of shock as she saw what I was doing, but began to tug faster on his shaft as he reacted with a groan of ecstasy. I pushed my finger in up his bottom, he grunted and suddenly my mouth was full of salty, slimy spunk, more than I could possibly swallow. Most of it came out from around my lips and over Wendy’s hand and his balls, the rest exploding from my nose as I began to gag, losing my balance at the same instant, to sprawl, thighs spread, on the turf. Wendy reacted first.

‘You dirty bitch, Lucy! It’s all over my hand.’

‘Sorry, I couldn’t help it. Wash it off in the water.’

She made a dash for the stream, bare boobs jiggling as she ran, while John relaxed back against the rock with a long sigh. I had to join Wendy, who still hadn’t covered herself up, and as I knelt down beside her I saw that she was shaking, for all her disgust when I’d spat spunk over her hand. I needed more and I was sure she did too.

‘Later? Perhaps in the woods?’

She responded with an urgent nod and we hurried back to the quad bike. We’d taken just a few minutes to get John off, but it had left me badly in need and Wendy the same. As we rode on I was wondering how long he’d take before he’d want us again, and whether he’d be able to cope with us both. I also wondered if he’d like to watch us together, because there’s no better excuse for lesbian sex than pretending you’re only doing it to please a man. What little I’d seen of Wendy’s pale, delicate body appealed, but I could only hope that she returned my feelings. If she did, then a whole world of possibilities would be opened up, involving Stacey and Juliette too.

Now that we’d got him despunked, John gave his full attention to driving the quad bike, and he’d obviously had plenty of experience and knew every inch of the moor. He was able to find tracks where I hadn’t been able to see anything but tufts of coarse grass, and take advantage of areas of short, hard turf that I’d have ignored because they didn’t run in quite the right direction. When we came out onto the shoulder of the biggest of the hills we’d been able to see from the forest I found myself looking down over a huge area of open ground, with the competition visible as tiny pale dots against the vastness, too small for me to see who was who.