Belinda by Bryan Caine

brightly in the flickering light. Belinda felt her body being overtaken by lust as she recalled how he had masturbated in the coach earlier that day. And now he sat on the tree stump with his cock pounding dramatically as it stood up from his lap. He kicked his trousers away from his ankles, gripped Jane by the wrist and pulled her towards him, causing her to utter a cry that was a mixture of alarm and excitement.
    â€˜Right my girl!’ he cried. ‘Get that dress up high please!’
    Jane obeyed immediately, pulling her full dress up to her waist, and Belinda and the other two saw her beautiful satiny white bottom fully displayed towards them. Her vagina was close to Timothy, and they saw him lean forward slightly and kiss her fluffy blonde pubic hairs briefly. He then pulled her down across his bare lap and settled her into position, which included grabbing her nearest hand and making her hold his prick as best as she could. Her face was close to the ground and she looked very serious as she keenly awaited this new sensation.
    As Timothy started to squeeze and explore Jane’s bottom and thighs, Belinda felt a pair of lips brush her ear. Marie had slipped behind her and whispered softly, ‘This is fantastic. I’m so glad we met you. I feel so worked up. Do you mind?’ And before Belinda could ask did she mind what, she felt Marie’s bosom press hard against her back and her arms encircle her waist from behind. The brunette’s hands tickled Belinda’s stomach, and then gradually worked their way down to where they could feel the start of her hair through the thin cotton dress.
    â€˜You are a bad girl,’ Timothy said quietly and raised his hand high, paused, and then slapped down hard on Jane’s soft sweet buttock. She jumped, squealed, and wriggled as her face and bottom flushed red together. But she stayed in position while Timothy repeated the ritual of fondling, squeezing, pausing and then slapping her white backside.
    Marie, still holding Belinda, whispered again, ‘Look, oh look at the way the head of his cock goes purple every time she squeezes it after each smack!’ and she added to the sexual charge that this statement had injected into Belinda by dropping her right hand to the English girl’s clitoris and pressing it ferociously with the tip of her middle finger. At the same time her left hand raced up Belinda’s stomach and found the exposed breast. Belinda, thoroughly enjoying this attention in spite of herself, slipped her hands behind and prodded her fingertips against Marie’s succulent mound of pleasure.
    The two women masturbated each other with increasing passion as Timothy made Jane stand up and started to tweak and slap her thighs. He worked slowly and methodically, pausing only now and again to give his penis a few slow pulls as he studied the squirming Marie and Belinda as well as Jane. Oliver was watching intently too and was rubbing his bulging trouser front quite vigorously.
    As Timothy turned Jane to face the others, with her back to him so he could spank the backs of her thighs he gasped, ‘I’m not going to be able to do all of you. I’m going to go all the way with Jane’s bottom and then I’m going to roger her over that tree trunk! This really is superb fun, it really is.’
    Jane, standing with her dress held high and her eyes closed in ecstasy, whimpered as he spoke, a sound that was echoed in Belinda’s ear as Marie breathed, ‘Oh God, Belinda, then let me do you – please, please, please!’
    That alone was almost enough to make the hitherto reluctant Belinda come, and she nodded her vigorous agreement as they turned to face each other and embraced passionately, their nipples pressed deliciously together. Their fervent hug was interrupted by three sharp cracks, and they looked around to see that Timothy had bent Jane over the fallen tree trunk and had already started to cane the backs of