Country Pleasures (12 page)

‘Better naked, isn't it?' Maddock crooned. ‘We can all see you properly now. Don't want to stop, do you?'

‘I should, but you know I can't,' Janie whispered.

‘In all your glory. Just look at them.'

Maddock pushed Janie's breasts together hard, flicking one thumb across both nipples as if striking a lighter until they stuck out like bullets. Another stubby finger ran up and down the deep cleavage until it filled with sweat, and Sally saw answering beads of perspiration break out along her friend's upper lip. Janie pushed against Maddock harder, and dug her nails through his vest as she knelt up. Now her bare breasts were level with his nose and he gave a low whistle.

Sally bobbed up behind Janie again and tugged at her loose trousers. She would assist Maddock in his little game, but she wasn't prepared to be a spectator for long. She would soon want the limelight back for herself. Janie didn't resist, but let Sally take off her trousers so that all she wore were her knickers.

Maddock blew across the breasts pressing in front of his nose, still squeezing them together. Sally's own tits began to set up a low throbbing at the sight. Then his teeth closed round one burning nipple and he sucked hard, drawing the teat outwards with his teeth while he pinched the other hard between finger and thumb. Janie groaned in instant pleasure, and jammed his face between her tits, shifting her knees wider as she did so.

Sally could tell Janie was already fighting the desire that was starting to pulsate inside her and, although she was jealous of the attention Janie was getting, she was fascinated to see her friend in this aroused state.

On impulse she picked up the paintbrush and playfully flicked it under Janie's bottom, then jumped back as her friend started wildly jerking back and forth,
pressing her hard nipples further into Maddock's mouth. She opened her legs as she knelt there, and as Maddock continued biting her nipples, first one and then the other, Janie started to touch herself with her fingers, rubbing them hard against her newly awakened pussy, tilting her bottom so that her own fingers could give her some relief.

Sally was overcome with curiosity, and flicked the paintbrush in between Janie's fingers. Janie groaned out loud, and Sally jumped back again, as if she'd been caught stealing. It looked like Janie would soon bring herself off, leaving Maddock's stiffening rod free for Sally to enjoy a second time.

As if he'd heard Sally's thoughts, Maddock yanked away from suckling at Janie, leaving her nipples jutting into thin air. Then he lowered Janie down in front of him so that she was on all fours, her butt pressed back into the sofa, and her face now staring into Maddock's crotch. Sally saw her bite her lip with frustration at the way he had dropped her breasts just when she was starting to lose herself.

Both girls waited for him to speak, but he was silent, just running a finger thoughtfully down his scarred cheek as he reached one hand down to grasp his bollocks. Janie groaned again, completely lost, and lowered her torso to the floor so that her swollen breasts could rub against the rough surface of the cushions.

Maddock stopped moving, as if waiting for something. Janie raised her head from the cushion and his thick penis, erect again, sprang forwards and banged into her face. Sally had an even better look at it this time. It was dark-red with blue veins raised along its short, thick surface, but it was stiff as a fist and standing out at right angles from his toned body. Janie scrambled forwards, grabbing at herself again, but
Maddock held her down on all fours. He settled himself on his knees, running his fingers through her sleek copper hair to release it from the knot. Sally saw a couple of stalks of hay drop from it. Maddock prodded the blunt end of his cock into Janie's cheekbone, then dragged the rounded knob across her face towards her mouth.

Janie's lips opened as she drew in another breath. Sally wondered if her friend had ever sucked cock before. The first time was always something of an eye-opener, to say the least, and what a dick
this
was to practice on.

Sally reckoned Janie didn't know what to do, because she tried once more to get up on her knees, and rise up to the level of his face. Sally saw Maddock frown, and she leaped forward from her ringside seat and pinned Janie's hips down to keep her in place.

Maddock edged the bulb end of his hard shaft towards Janie's mouth and the plum-coloured tip slipped smoothly between her parted lips. She tried to swallow, but in doing so she touched the moist tip of Maddock's cock with her tongue and it jumped between her teeth, and probed deeper towards her throat.

Janie mirrored the action of his cock in her mouth with her own fingers, probing and pushing as many as she could into her gaping pussy. I'd never do it in front of anyone else, she'd said. Sally's skin felt hot and cold.

‘Aren't you going to help her?' Maddock murmured suddenly, looking across Janie's head at where Sally was sitting close behind her. ‘Look at that lovely pussy just aching to be licked out. I can't be in two places at once.'

Sally couldn't do it. For all her experience she had never gone down on a mate before, and she wasn't
going to start now. She reckoned she owed it to Janie to leave her to it. She shook her head and crawled back towards the fireplace, but Maddock was no longer looking at her.

Janie opened her jaw wider over Maddock's still-stiffening penis, then closed her lips tight around it and started to suck. His penis seemed to be filling her whole mouth, punching out her cheeks. Maddock held her head and guided it back and forth slowly along the length of his shaft. Janie had got the hang of it. She nipped the taut, engorged muscle again with her teeth and he let out a groan. He spread his legs, tensing his meaty buttocks to aim at an even better angle.

With every move of Janie's mouth along his shaft, her fingers travelled deeper inside her. Sally wondered whether to go to work on her friend with the paintbrush; it wouldn't be the same as finger fucking her, but she couldn't move, enthralled and appalled by the experience of watching, and in any case they were both managing perfectly well without her.

Janie lifted one hand and cupped Maddock's swinging balls, and increased the tempo of her lips and tongue. She tickled the balls as they banged softly against her chin, then squeezed them hard, and suddenly Sally saw them retract into his groin as he plunged his cock further down Janie's throat, pushing through her teeth so that she made her jaws go slack again to accommodate his size.

He held her face between his hands, covering her ears and, as their movements became more and more frantic, Sally was aware of new, strong spasms clenching and unclenching deep inside her as she watched.

Maddock jerked back and forth, grunting lewdly, and nearly knocking Janie backwards with his two final thrusts. His fingers twined through her hair as he
pumped his juices into her mouth and Sally knew she was tasting for the first time the sweet salt of his thick spunk. She mentally applauded Janie for swallowing so carefully – always a point-scorer. Before he had finished, Maddock tugged Janie's head away, his still-rigid cock emerging from her mouth like it had from Sally's own cunt, wet with saliva and spunk and jerking with the aftershocks of his climax.

Sally's mouth fell open. She grabbed her own pussy, which was convulsing frantically as she started to come. She watched Janie's fingers being gripped and swallowed as she ground them up inside her and at last Sally's own excitement collided with the astonishment of where she was and what she was doing. She gave a low, jagged moan as her own long-awaited climax rippled through her.

Meanwhile Janie arched her back, stiffening like a cat on all fours to seize the moment, shivering as her own moans were forced out of her. Then she fell slowly forwards onto the cushions.

Maddock started to clap his hands, breaking the mood, and Sally joined in. Janie remained lying on her front.

‘Janie? Are you alright?' Sally hissed, reaching over to tap her friend on the shoulder.

Janie rolled over reluctantly and made a grab for her shirt. ‘Of course I am.'

‘Thank you for your hospitality. Mr Ben would be proud,' Maddock said, yawning and picking up his clothes. Janie and Sally watched him in silence.

‘I told you, I don't want Mr Ben knowing anything about this. Any of it,' Janie said. She had gone back into headmistress mode, sitting up slowly and sliding her arms into her shirt sleeves.

Maddock wiped a hand across his mouth and
coughed. ‘He likes me to report all goings on at the cottage. You never know what riff raff might try to break in.'

Sally laughed at that. ‘He'll be wishing he was here, not in boring old Amsterdam,' she said.

Janie said nothing, but looked out of the window at the darkness. It had finally stopped raining. In the sitting room there was no sound apart from the crackle of the logs in the grate. Maddock picked up his jacket and stood up. He tugged at his forelock.

‘So, ladies, I hope you were pleased with the service. And now I must be off.'

‘Hey, not so fast, matey,' said Sally. ‘We might not be finished with you!' She scrambled to her feet and followed Maddock through the kitchen. He pulled on his smelly jacket and stuffed the peaked cap back on to his head. Suddenly he was just a passing farmhand again, not a raging sex machine. His blue eyes flickered over Sally as if he'd never seen her before.

‘Got to make my report, haven't I? About town versus country, remember?'

‘Town wins hands down,' Sally started to argue, but he was gone, slamming the back door behind him. The wind managed to deposit a quick blast of cold air in her face, and Sally scampered back into the sitting room to huddle by the fire.

‘What the bloody hell were you playing at?' Janie exploded, buttoning up her red shirt. ‘The pair of you, making free in Ben's house. This'll be all round the village by morning!'

‘He came snooping round the garden, and saw me here on my own. I was horny, and bored. And what about you? I didn't see you fighting him off!'

Janie was silent, curling herself into the corner of the sofa and staring into the fire.

‘You don't fight off people like Maddock.'

‘Why? Has that happened before?'

‘No.' The anger went out of Janie, and she looked up at Sally. ‘Not with Maddock. Not with anyone. I've never done that before.'

‘What? Sucked cock?'

Janie blushed and wriggled in her seat. ‘None of it. I've never done that, and I've never done it in front of someone else. At least, not until today.'

Sally came to sit beside Janie, and tugged roughly at her arm. ‘You should have warned me about the wildlife around here. I wonder if there's more where that Maddock came from?'

‘Very likely. All lurking in the hedgerows, peering in through the windows, right now, laughing their heads off.'

‘So much the better. You can forget your man-free zone, doll. I think we're going to find there are more macho bumpkins with more sex drive and more swinging dicks round here than we can shake a stick at!'

Janie got up to pull the curtains, and just caught sight of the tail lights of Maddock's Land Rover bumping up to the road.

‘There he goes, on his way to the pub to meet with Farmer Giles.'

‘Who?' called Sally, pulling on her jeans at last.

‘They'll be exchanging notes about the London bints who are staying at the cottage.'

‘Good. Let them. Because they ain't seen nothing yet. By the way,' yawned Sally, kicking the cushions to one side and walking into the kitchen to peer into the fridge for some food, ‘why
have
you got straw in your hair?'

* * *

‘Pub's heaving tonight, isn't it? Summer rush, I suppose.'

The city gent shoved his way through the crowd of drinkers and addressed his comment to the man already waiting at the bar of the Honey Pot Inn, who didn't reply.

‘Everything alright, Jack? You're not your usual debonair self.' The city type extracted a piece of straw from his friend's spectacles, and another from his collar. ‘You look like you've been through a hedge backwards. Talk about the rustic look!'

Jack roused himself and smiled.

‘Pint, Jonathan? I'm getting them in for the lads, and for Maddock when he gets here.'

The city gent squinted through the haze of smoke towards the corner table.

‘Not interrupting anything, am I? Only –'

‘Not at all. I've had enough of ordering them about for one day. It's a relief to see you, to be honest,' Jack assured him. ‘Only what?'

‘Only you looked miles away just then. If I had a penny for every thought I've dug out of people, I'd be –'

‘Even richer, I'm sure.' Jack laughed, then the faraway look came back into his eyes. ‘But actually all I was thinking about was marigolds.'

‘Marigolds?'

Jonathan spluttered into his pint. The dark barmaid glided up. She pointedly started to wipe the bar with her cloth, moving her arm slowly back and forth, and Jonathan stopped drinking to watch her.

‘It's this girl, you see.' Jack's voice was virtually impossible to hear above the hubbub. ‘She was nicking logs, up at the farm. I'm sure it's Janie. Her hair smells of marigolds. It always used to smell of marigolds –'

‘Well,
hello
.' Jonathan gave up listening to Jack. ‘New barmaid?'

The woman glared down her fine nose for a moment, then rewarded him with a dazzling, scarlet smile.

‘New to you, perhaps. That's six pounds fifty please, Jack.'

‘You belong here already, Mimi,' Jack said, handing over the money. ‘Can't imagine the Honey Pot Inn without you.'

‘And you're here for the whole summer, I trust?' queried Jonathan, eyes now glued to the barmaid's generous bosom, which was encased in a low-cut black sweater.

‘If anything takes my fancy enough to stay,' she said, swinging her hips as she scooped up a handful of glasses.