1. Dee’s levelling


    Date: 10/10/2023, Categories: Spanking, Author: Safryzer 

    ... ‘Dee’s vagina feels very receptive. It would be a shame to let such willing wetness go to waste.’

‘Oh, ho! Yes, I do agree!’

Dee’s eyes shot wide open as Farmer Henson slid his thick cock deep inside her from behind. He took a fistful of her hair, pulling it as a brace as he built a steady rhythm with his fucking.

Rachel stepped in front of Dee, stroking her face before working her thumb into Dee’s mouth to give her a taste of her own juices.

Part of Dee wanted to bite her friend in fury. But she found a curious pleasure in sucking Rachel’s thumb with submissive lust. Soon, however, Dee’s moans sent Rachel’s thumb free. Rachel ran her hands under Dee’s breasts, squeezing her nipples hard before teasing around them in circles.

Dee’s moans grew more urgent. The farmer’s cock was slamming into her now, forcing her clit into the teasing hay as pulses of pleasure coursed across her skull from the farmer’s tight grip on her hair, with Rachel’s teasing rapidly building a nipplegasm.

‘SH…OOW!’ Somehow, Dee avoided another expletive. ‘OOO! AAAH! OOOOO! OO! AAAAAAAH!’ Dee was screaming now, with no care who or what heard her pleasure.

The orgasm took her from both ends. It pulsed from her nipples, her clit, and deep within her cunt, opening pathways in her burning body that she’d never felt before.

‘UUUUGH!’ Farmer Henson pulled clear, shooting a hot ribbon of spunk along Dee’s back.

Rachel planted a kiss squarely on Dee’s open mouth.

As Dee dressed in ...
    ... her top, her coat and her socks, she paused, rubbing the cream on her burning behind as she pondered the unappealing prospect of pulling on her tight jeans and panties.

‘I’m not sure that’s such a good idea, young lady!’ Farmer Henson walked to a bale-wrapping machine at the side of the barn and cut free a length of black plastic before returning to Dee and wrapping it around her like a skirt.

‘There, that’ll be easier on you, and it’ll keep that cream good and moist.’

The farmer picked up Dee’s neatly folded jeans and panties and handed them to Rachel, who scooped them under her wing and proffered an upturned hand towards Dee with a wry smile.

‘I think I’ll be doing the driving on the way back.’

Dee scooped the car keys from her coat and handed them to Rachel compliantly.

‘Well, I must say, ladies, that was a treat.’ Farmer Henson was scribbling on a scrap of paper as he spoke. ‘Here’s my number. There are a few local lasses who like to come to the barn for some correction. And a little more than that, too, now and again. I call them my Milk Wives, this having been the milking parlour back when I still did dairy. I’d be delighted to welcome you again anytime.’ He handed the paper to Rachel.

‘Thank you!’ Rachel bobbed in delight at the farmer’s offer as Dee narrowly avoided rolling her eyes in disgust.

Dee flopped across the backseat of her car, knees in the footwell, keeping her roasting flesh away from any contact. Rachel took the wheel, indicating ...
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