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well built, with a mop of untidy black hair and several days’ worth of stubble, giving him just the sort of rough edge I’ve never been able to resist. Even then I’d have run past with just a nod, only he was far less shy.

      ‘Morning, girls, out for a run? Time to stop for a dish of tea?’

      I came to a halt, leaning my hands on my knees for a moment to get my breath back and let Wendy catch up before I spoke.

      ‘Thank you, that would be lovely. It’s hot.’

      He nodded, his eyes flicking from my face to my chest, where my nipples showed stiff through my top, then to Wendy, who was in a similar condition although she at least had a bra on. I accepted the thermos lid and took a swallow before passing it to Wendy as he went on.

      ‘I don’t get it myself, all this running about. I get enough of that working.’

      It was just the feed I needed, and I couldn’t resist.

      ‘We’re on a sort of exercise, but I’d much rather hitch a ride on your quad bike.’

      He seemed to think about it.

      ‘Where to?’

      ‘Fur Tor, it’s …’

      ‘Oh I know Fur Tor, right up on the tops, that is. I can take one of you, two if the other doesn’t mind clinging on the back.’

      I gave the quad bike a dubious look. It was a big square thing, obviously designed for agriculture rather than sport, with plenty of room for a pillion passenger and even a low rail to cling on to, but anybody standing on the ledge at the back while it went over rough ground was almost certainly going to end up getting thrown off.

      ‘Perhaps one of us could sit on your lap?’

      Wendy shot me a meaningful glance, which he didn’t see. I hadn’t expected him to proposition us on the spot, as few men are that rude, but there was no mistaking his tone as he answered.

      ‘I can’t say I mind a pretty girl on my knee, if it’s alright with you? I’m John, John Runyon.’

      ‘Lucy, how d’you do? This is my friend Wendy.’

      I was far from sure of myself, but excited, and fairly certain that if I showed the slightest interest I was going to end up riding more than just the quad bike. He was keen to go too, and no surprise, with Wendy’s thighs spread across his backside and my bottom perched on his leg, so close in that I could feel the bugle of his cock and balls beneath his trousers. I couldn’t even move, or he’d have been unable to drive properly, and from the moment we set off the vibration of the engine and the motion of the bike on the rough ground had my bottom bouncing on his leg and his cock rubbing against my crotch.

      He didn’t say anything, at first, beyond laughing or cursing as he negotiated obstacles, but I could feel him getting hard against my thigh. Obviously he knew, and he must have guessed that I knew, because as we reached a narrow part of the valley he came to a halt, his voice full of embarrassment as he spoke.

      ‘I suppose you’ll be wanting to get off? I’m sorry, only some things a man can’t help.’

      In my fantasies the men were always assertive, even downright rude, ordering me to get down on their cocks or down from the cab, but it was far easier to respond to his shy, almost apologetic manner.

      ‘I don’t mind at all, really. In fact, it only seems fair, as you’re taking us all the way to Fur Tor, that we ought to, er … pay …’

      My face was hot with blushes and I couldn’t bring myself to finish, but Wendy was no better. I was hoping he’d realise and take control of the situation, but unfortunately he wasn’t very quick on the uptake.

      ‘Oh no, I couldn’t take any money.’

      I had to do it, and I was red-faced and babbling as I replied.

      ‘I mean pay by … by being nice to you, and anyway, if you’re getting … getting a bit of a problem, it only seems sensible for us to help you with it, and fair.’

      His eyes had gone round.

      ‘You’re offering me a hand job?’

      I nodded, reaching out to squeeze him through his trousers, only for Wendy to interrupt.

      ‘Er … shouldn’t we get up to Fur Tor first, Lucy? Otherwise the others will beat us.’

      ‘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

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