‘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.
‘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 h
ospitality. 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.
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