Country Pleasures (11 page)

Maddock rolled over and sprang straight up from a crouch like an acrobat. ‘Here, give me those.'

He stepped over Sally, his manhood still half-erect. He squatted down beside Janie, picked the logs off the floor, and came back to throw them into the fireplace. Janie just stood there, staring at his bare muscled buttocks, shockingly white above the tanned legs. He stacked the spare logs in the basket beside the grate. Then he grabbed the newspaper Sally had been reading and started ripping the pages and scrumpling them up to make kindling.

Janie and Sally continued to stare at him for a moment, then glared at each other. He was not a man of modesty. Sally shook her hair out of her eyes and shrugged. Janie looked livid. To be fair, even someone less uptight would have been pretty shocked to come home and see the pair of them rutting on the floor like that, thought Sally. She sat up and crossed her legs beneath her. She didn't know what to say.

Janie spoke first. ‘I saw everything.'

Maddock struck a match and held it to the newspaper, which started to smoke into life. He turned
round then and looked Janie up and down, kicking off his filthy boots and removing his shirt as he did so.

‘At last, a real fire,' murmured Sally, unwilling to address Janie directly and unable to take her eyes off the stocky Maddock, especially now he had demonstrated some other useful caveman skills. ‘That's what he's come here for, you see,' Sally ventured. ‘Maintenance. He's here to keep an eye on the cottage.'

‘And everyone in it, by the look of things,' Janie replied.

‘So, did you enjoy watching us, miss?' Maddock asked, for all the world as if he was referring to a display of country dancing.

He squatted down behind Sally and ran his huge hand round to her stomach. Sally's knees twitched together.

Janie said nothing, but her cheeks were flushed. She took Ben's over-sized raincoat off and shook the drops off it before hanging it up.

Sally was tense. It was like waiting for a telling off by the headmistress. Janie came back into the room, twisting her wet hair into a knot at the back of her head, then gripped the sofa.

‘What are you doing here, Maddock?' she asked, sounding uncharacteristically fierce.

‘Evening to you, miss. It's like your friend just said, Mr Ben has asked me to keep an eye on the place. I'm surprised he didn't tell you. There's a lot of work to be done, inside as well as out.'

‘Mostly inside,' spluttered Sally, still hugging herself on the floor.

‘I know that. That's why I'm here,' said Janie. ‘But we don't need you working on the house at the moment. We're supposed to be having a quiet break here.'

‘But there's work that needs doing constantly,' said Maddock in defence.

‘You can say that again.' Sally chortled, and leaned against his chest. ‘Especially after hours. But seriously, Janie, he could help you. You said you thought the decorating was more than you could do on your own.'

‘Not while we're staying here, thank you, Maddock. It can wait.'

‘You're beginning to sound like Margot in
The Good Life
, Janie!' spluttered Sally, irritation taking over from awkwardness. ‘Honestly! Can't you see he's only here to … to help?'

Sally flipped her chin at Janie to mock, then smiled back towards Maddock. But he was still looking at Janie, and Janie was looking at Sally as if she would like to slap her. To Sally's annoyance, Maddock got up suddenly so that she nearly toppled backwards. He took a couple of muddy steps towards the sofa and glared at Janie. Sally thought Janie looked suddenly beautiful, standing there flushed with anger, her eyes glittering, and her lips parted as if to spit.

‘No need to treat
me
like an intruder,' said Maddock, sounding hurt. ‘You and your cousin were the ones who trod all over my dad's corn year after year. We should have taken the shotguns to you back then.'

‘I'm not treating you like an intruder. At least, I don't mean to. I just meant that we don't want any maintenance doing while we're staying here. We want to be left alone. My friend here, she's –'

‘A nymphomaniac? I know.' He gave one of his dirty laughs.

‘– stressed. And right now, so am I. Anyway, haven't you got enough work to do up at the farm? For the new owner?'

‘How do you know about him? He's only just got here.'

‘I met him just now.' Janie's face went bright red, and she picked at some loose threads in the sofa cover. Sally started to kneel up, anxious to get the conversation back to her and Maddock.

‘So you'll know he hasn't a clue about any of it. The farm is none of your concern, miss. Not really his concern, either. Bloody weekenders.'

‘Well, isn't our Ben a weekender as well? But you get along fine with him.'

‘Mr Ben could charm the pants off a duchess,' said Maddock. ‘Frequently does, so I'm told.'

‘Oh, when am I going to meet this guy?' wondered Sally. But they ignored her.

‘And his family have owned this cottage for decades,' said Janie. ‘Since before you were a … a tadpole, Maddock.'

Maddock and Sally laughed at her, and Janie flushed again.

‘That's why His Lordship up at the farm can wait for his renovation work to be done,' Maddock said, turning one of the logs on the fire.

‘Whatever. I don't want to argue.'

‘I asked you a question earlier,' Maddock continued. He was right beside Janie now, and Sally folded her arms crossly around her knees. They both seemed to have forgotten her.

‘And I would like to ask you a question,' said Janie. ‘When would you like to leave? Right now or in one minute's time.'

‘My question was, did you enjoy watching us?'

‘A bit difficult to avoid watching, seeing as how you just strolled in here and started shagging my friend
right here on the floor.' Janie still had one foot in the hall, as if she was contemplating her escape. ‘Now, I really don't want to hold you up any longer. Don't you have to be somewhere?'

‘His Lordship and the lads can get the pints in,' said Maddock. ‘I still want to know … did you enjoy it? Looks like something's flicked your switch.'

‘Yeah, don't pretend to be so uptight, Janie,' goaded Sally, crawling on her knees towards the sofa and climbing up. ‘Admit it, you were turned on just then, weren't you? Sex in the sitting room on a rainy night with a bit of rough. What could be a better way to pass the time?'

Maddock kept his eyes on Janie, unflinching at Sally's description of him. ‘And that was just the warm up,' he said. Then he suddenly yanked the big jumper off Sally, tugging her T-shirt with it. She giggled. Her slim torso was the same milky white as her legs, and her breasts tipped out of her tiny T-shirt as Maddock removed it. She knew her tits were pert and sweet, very different from Janie's large round ones. Sally glanced down at her own body then smirked proudly round at Maddock. He didn't return her look, but still stared past her at Janie. Sally followed his line of vision, and saw that Janie's shirt was damp, and the sharp points of her nipples poked through the material.

‘Come over here by the fire, Janie,' urged Sally, stretching out her hand. ‘It's lovely and warm now.'

Janie edged round the corner of the sofa. She grabbed Sally's abandoned glass of wine and took a deep slug.

‘Maddock, who is he? The man who's bought the farm?' Janie asked suddenly, sounding civil for a moment. ‘The man you're working for?'

‘Some bloke. A doctor or something. I call him His
Lordship because he's taken over my dad's farm and it's going to take some getting used to.'

‘Oh boring, boring,' whined Sally, hopping off the sofa. She skipped into the kitchen, letting her tits bounce up and down, and found some candles and matches. She lit them, and turned the sitting room lights off.

‘What are you doing, Sally?' Janie sounded nervous.

‘Making us more comfortable.' Sally pulled a pile of cushions onto the floor in front of the fire. ‘We don't want to talk about business! I think it's time we concentrated a little on you, Janie, since you're feeling left out of the action.'

Sally pounced on her friend, pulling her away from the sofa and onto the cushions. Maddock moved up from the fireside to join them, and twisted Janie's chin towards him.

‘I agree. I think you should try a little bit of what's good for you,' he said to her. He nudged at Sally, who frowned for a moment then rolled away across the cushions and put on another CD, this time of a woman singing low, mournful songs.

‘Wimpy music, this is,' said Maddock. ‘Oh, well, bit of atmosphere, I suppose.'

His face remained very close to Janie's and Sally saw her friend recoil slightly, as she had done herself when she'd first clocked the surly face and the tiny red veins in his skin. She realised that some of the marks were scratches and scars. She didn't like him staring at Janie like that. Maddock's hard blue eyes were like glass, as they flicked over her features. He raised his other hand and Janie flinched sideways. He sniggered, and held her chin tight so that she had no choice but to return his hard glare.

‘Do you posh bitches really think all we farm hands
do is fuck and clobber each other?' he hissed, lowering his hand so that his fingertips travelled over Janie's reddening cheeks and down her throat. He nodded slowly, winking over her head at Sally.

‘Don't be ridiculous,' Janie replied, raising her eyebrows in an attempt to appear relaxed, even though the action actually made her look more snooty.

‘Right then,' he nodded. ‘I think your little friend here wants to have some more fun. I'm sure Mr Ben wouldn't object if we got up to no good in his house.'

‘He'd probably approve!' chimed in Sally.

‘I don't want him to know,' Janie protested.

‘By the way, we farm hands do like to fuck,' interrupted Maddock. ‘And we're not always fussy who it's with so long as it goes like a truck.'

‘You pig!' spat Sally.

‘In fact, the lads will be green when I tell them what I found in Master Ben's cottage. Certainly helps if the birds have got good bodies too,' he continued softly. ‘Especially plump, ripe ones like yours, Janie. You look like you don't screw nearly enough. Now's your chance.'

Sally sniggered loudly, to remind them that she was still there. Janie raised her hands to try to push Maddock off, but he chuckled and held her face again. Sally saw Janie's tits squashed up against his chest. He drew back and peered down at them, then he glanced across at Sally, who was still topless.

‘Tell your friend to relax,' he told her.

‘Come on, Janie. Relax, we know him. He's nice. He'll make you feel good.'

Maddock nodded at Janie, then released his grip on her face and had the linen shirt off and over her head before she could take a breath.

Now her breasts were nearly bare, her flimsy bra
only just covering them, as they threatened to escape out of the top. The material stretched taut over the swollen mounds. Maddock slid his hand over the smooth curve of her breast. Janie bit her lip, and Sally's own nipples contracted at the sight of Maddock barely touching Janie yet making her stand quietly in front of him while he undressed her.

‘You could join in, if you like. Don't want you sulking over there.' Maddock was reading Sally's mind. ‘I'm sure you'd fancy a threesome.'

‘I love threesomes. Just not with my friend,' Sally snapped, and Janie glanced across at her as well, as if seeing her for the first time. There was something strange about Janie. Her hair and clothes were messed up, for one thing, but then she had been running through the rain. It was something else, though. She looked feverish, almost, and had done when she stood at the door watching them. Either the sight of them humping had really turned her on, or shocked her, or she was ill, or something else had excited her or frightened her while she was out.

‘What took you so long, Janie?' Sally asked loudly.

Janie opened her mouth to speak, but Maddock put his hand over it. ‘Quiet, woman. You've had your turn.'

Sally rocked back on her knees. She didn't mind being bossed around if he was planning to give her one. In fact, she found it a novel kind of foreplay. But she was sure Janie wouldn't welcome all this macho stuff.

‘Janie?'

But Janie didn't answer. There were hectic circles of pink in each cheek, and she avoided looking at her friend. Sally didn't know whether to jump up and kick Maddock out, or stay where she was and watch what he was going to do. But it wasn't up to her, because he
was already doing it. He had Janie pressed hard up against his ribs and then he lifted a hand and planted it squarely over one breast. Then his fingers dived into the hot, damp crevice between her tits and Janie let out a squeal and grabbed onto his shoulders, not to push him away but to keep him there. She was already hooked.

Maddock ogled her breasts greedily. He frowned with concentration as his fingers slowly explored the soft mounds of flesh, cupping them like scoops of ice cream and lifting them out of the bra cups. Sally saw Janie's nipples begin to burn, berry-red.

‘You like that, don't you? Stunning boobs,' Maddock murmured, then ran his tongue across his thin upper lip. ‘Full, just as they should be. Bigger than your little tits, tartlet,' he said, without much more than a half-nod in Sally's direction. ‘Look at that. And growing bigger all the time.'

Instead of putting her off, his rasping quiet voice seemed to put Janie into even more of a trance. He was acting differently from the way he had taken control of Sally, but then she'd been ready for him. Janie would take a lot of coaxing, or so Sally reckoned.

Maddock weighed both heavy breasts on the palms of his outstretched hands, just as if he was about to milk them. He bounced them up and down and squeezed them at the sides so that the nipples jutted forward. On impulse, Sally suddenly scrambled up behind Janie and scrabbled at her thin bra-straps, then flung the flimsy underwear to one side. Janie instinctively went to cover her tits, but Maddock grabbed her wrists and held her arms open. Sally hovered for a moment, wondering if Janie was afraid, but to her amazement she saw a smile tilt the corners of her friend's mouth.