Lucy Salisbury - S is for Spanking

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.

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