There was a moment of panic because Lican fell asleep while driving. I made a grab at the wheel while we careened close to the cliff face (it could have been worse; we could have gone over the other side), but Lican woke and wrenched the truck back onto the straight in time. But we were all scared silly.
Lican stopped the truck, shaky and in tears, at an off-road strip. I told her off, and told her to tell us if she was feeling sleepy. Then I calmed down, but she was still pale and weepy despite my best efforts at being sensible and reassuring. So I changed tack: sex would clear this. I said I was going to punish her. That was good; she liked that news. Then I said Angelica was going to have to help. The atmosphere in the truck became very tense then, though not unhappily so.
I told Angelica to sit on the bed. When she was settled, with only her knickers on and her legs well apart, I made Lican sit on her lap, with her back to Angelica. Angelica had to put her legs over Lican’s to hold them well parted, and to hold her hands hard behind her back.
I stood between Lican’s thighs with my fingers in her cunt. I said she wasn’t allowed to come. I told Angelica to count down from twenty, while I pleasured Lican’s little cunt. For the last five numbers Lican was gibbering and begging. She came, of course, without permission.
She had to, really.
I spanked her soundly while Angelica watched, fascinated. When Lican was demonstrating just how red a brown girl can get, and beginning to plead like she meant it, I stopped and told her to get her ass back on Angelica’s lap. I said she’d have to try again. This time we counted down from 100. She was screaming when she came, again illegally, on the count of ten. It was a huge, wracking orgasm.
I let her slide off Angelica and onto the bed to sleep. Angelica lay back, and I picked up her ankles to hold them high, fucking her long and slow while Lican slept beside us.