Maddock was having trouble containing himself, she could see, and Sally flung herself backwards without warning so that her pussy was splayed out in front of him, filled now with a wild heat that needed satisfying. The mouths and hands of the boys were less fumbling and more confident now, and her whole body was alive with jangled nerves and sensations. As if reading her mind, the boys each took hold of a leg, which they pulled further apart so that they could all hear the wet kiss of parting pussy-lips, and they twisted their heads away from her tits to look over at what Maddock would do.
He bent his knees slightly so as to angle his cock directly at her. The boys helped by lifting Sally forwards so that her wet entrance met his determined knob and, without further ado, Maddock slid his length inside her until she was flat up against him. She wanted to wrap her thighs round his waist, but the boys still had her legs splayed out on either side of Maddock, her ankles locked on to the ground. She was unable to close herself around him, and that meant that the entire area of her sex was open to him, outside and in. Not just the sensitive inner core but her arse, her buttocks, the soft skin at the very top of her thighs. She let herself relax against the boys as Maddock started pumping hard, moving her back and forth up his penis until it nearly came out of her completely, then shoving it back in. After a couple more thrusts she saw veins like blue ropes standing along his muscled length, and he was shuddering. His thick neck twisted as he let out a shout of climax and the boys kept a tight hold of her until Maddock was ready to pull himself out and stagger sideways. He turned his back on them to pack his prick away inside his trousers.
‘I’m not done!’ Sally squealed, her splayed legs twitching with frustration as her inner muscles still tried to grab at the vanished prick.
‘No problem,’ murmured the thinner of the two boys. He pushed her down onto her back on the wall. The other boy swore and shifted out of the way, and somewhere out the front of the pub they could hear the main door closing and being bolted. Sally lay back and closed her eyes again. She wondered briefly what had happened to Janie, and then hoped she wouldn’t show up right now. This was Sally’s scene. She didn’t want Janie to have any part of it. This was Sally and the locals, going for it hammer and tongs. And right now she was concentrating on showing this young blood what life was about.
‘Three for the price of one,’ she chuckled to herself, lifting her knees, feeling the gravelly surface of the wall scraping her back and buttocks. The other lad hadn’t even bothered to support her head, just left her lying like a sacrifice on the top of the wall. She didn’t know where he was, or where Maddock was. She heard the zipper go down on the taller boy’s fly, a gasp and a pause, and then he started to fuck her. She stifled a giggle. It was very slender and seemed to be bending, not yet stiff enough. She reached round under herself and found his soft balls. She tickled her finger across them and the boy yelped, the young cock stiffened up, and she realised that although it was slender, it was long. It unfurled inside her like an eager snake, until she felt it nudge her back wall and the boy started to hump madly, grunting and groaning. He quickened his pace, holding onto her bottom and raising it to get a better angle as he whipped in and out of her faster than she thought possible. Meanwhile the other boy took both breasts in his hands again and twisted her hard nipples, and she felt an answering rolling of gathering ecstasy in her belly. The first boy flicked his hips wildly back and forth, faster and faster, then he yanked Sally up and off the wall so that her skin scraped across it and he shuddered his rapid climax into her, and started to subside gratefully down on top of her.
Sally tried to grab hold of his penis to keep it inside her, but she could feel it softening and slithering. Her excitement was turning into fury. She pushed the boy off her, and he sank to his knees in the mud, holding onto his soft cock, gazing at it as if the batteries had run out prematurely.
‘Don’t worry, lass, I’ll get you there,’ said the other boy who was now homing in on her clit. He rubbed it expertly considering he was so naïve. He must have read all about it in a porn mag, thought Sally, and by the looks of these two, and their voyeuristic little pastimes, they probably both did a fair bit of poring over X-rated magazines.
The second boy then kicked his mate aside and started to undo his trousers. Sally realised that her irritation was partly due to the now virtually uncontrollable urge to go to the loo, and her muscles were singing and stinging, closing frantically to keep her from pissing all over the ground. She sat up and pressed her knees together, then jumped down off the wall, hopping from foot to foot and trying to push the younger boy away with one hand while grabbing herself with the other.
‘Time’s up, boys. I need to go,’ she squeaked.
But Maddock and the other boy were finishing their pints, and the younger boy just laughed, grabbed her, spun her round and bent her over the wall.
‘I don’t care about that,’ he said. ‘You act like that and then want to stop when you feel like it. I ain’t about to let that happen,’ he drawled in his thick Devon accent. ‘I’m gonna takes what I want.’
He pressed his hands round her hips and deliberately flattened them against her stomach, so that she yelped. Then he spread the cheeks of her arse, wrapped them round his own shaft, which was short and very fat, and, tilting himself over her, he rammed it up her from behind. All pretence of catering to her pleasure was left aside as he served to satisfy his own needs. He bent her double so that her bare breasts scraped and squashed across the stone wall, and his thick, strong cock thrust up inside her, faster and faster towards his climax.
All at once there was a great rushing and building sensation inside her which made her teeth jangle and, as the boy started to shout with triumph as he was coming, she felt a dribble then a splash between her legs as her bladder opened beneath his weight and a golden shower cascaded down her legs. As she felt the release, a glorious satisfaction poured out as well. The boy brought his fingers down to be covered by the shower, and he laughed out loud. Sally laughed as well, and pushed back against him, rubbing her clit furiously as he called her a dirty bitch, and then her muscles quivered and she sank down beneath his weight, shuddering until her own climax subsided to a halt.
She shifted round on the wall and pulled her skirt down, feeling for her shoes. She grabbed for some tissues in her pocket and wiped herself as best she could while the boys gawped at her.
‘There more where you came from?’ the younger boy asked, shuffling beside her as they all tottered out to the front of the pub, which was shuttered now and silent for the afternoon. Sally was about to say no, there was only her, but Maddock came over and hoiked the lad away by his elbow.
‘Back to work, you,’ he ordered, shoving the boy towards his Land Rover where the other boy already sat, his head lolled forwards, sated with beer and lust. ‘We’ve all had our fun.’
He glanced over at Sally and winked at her, and as he jumped up into his car the old Saab came screaming round the corner and Janie honked the horn. Sally didn’t move for a moment. She didn’t trust her legs to work, for one thing. She just stared after the Land Rover, watching the blue exhaust belch out the back as it barely missed Janie’s car and rattled off. She could hardly believe what had just happened; what she had just allowed those country ruffians to do to her.
‘Who were they?’ Janie asked, watching them in the rear-view mirror. ‘The Three Little Pigs?’
Sally leaned against the car and wiped the sweat off her face. ‘What happened to you?’ she asked weakly.
‘Well, I got waylaid – no, not like that, unfortunately. The car wouldn’t start, and while I was struggling with it your Jonathan pitched up, to say goodbye.’
Sally straightened and held fast to the door handle.
‘Oh?’
‘He said he thought you were on your way back to London, but when I said you were thinking of staying on for a while, he seemed to change his mind, and said perhaps he didn’t have to pack up the house after all.’
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Janie shrugged and waggled the gear stick.
‘He’s determined to talk to you. He was even waving his laptop about. Spoke to me all polite, as if I’d never put on your white negligee and climbed on top of him to exchange bodily fluids on the sofa a few days ago. Perhaps he’s forgotten that I know how big that cock is!’
Sally tossed her head.
‘He’s got another think coming, if he thinks I’ll crawl back to him so easily. It’s not as if I need him for sex, is it? Sex grows on trees around here.’
She stared at the muddy tyre tracks left by Maddock’s Land Rover.
‘Oh, get into the car, woman. If we can’t get any joy from the pub, we’ll just have to make a picnic and take it down to the beach. You look like you could use some sustenance.’
Sally opened the car door obediently. The juices from Maddock and his merry men oozed down her legs onto the worn seat as she sat down, smirking. The car bucked, and moved off down the deserted village street.
‘Oh, and by the way,’ remarked Janie, indicating to go back towards the cottage. ‘To celebrate the fact that we’re all staying on for an elongated summer, Jonathan has asked us round to his grand place on the cliffs next week for a barbie.’
9
The time had come to dress up again.
‘Only this time it’s not fancy dress. It’s to be serious femme fatale stuff,’ decided Janie, as she rifled through Sally’s tiny dresses and skirts. The warm afternoon hummed through the attic window, and Sally was peering through the telescope.
‘There’s nothing interesting to see out there.’
‘All the interesting people will be at Jonathan’s, that’s why,’ Janie told her, holding up a gauzy pale-pink slip-dress with slashed sleeves and hem. I hope that will include Jack, she thought. ‘Now, this little number will be perfect. Makes you look like Tinkerbell.’
Sally took the dress and held it up in front of the mirror. ‘I wore this in Paris.’
‘Just the job, then.’
‘I told you –’
‘I’m not crawling after him!’ Janie mimicked, getting up off the bed. ‘Change the record. Think of him as a business proposition. You need a job. I can’t keep you here indefinitely, fun though that would be. I’ll have to move on myself, come September. Ben will be back, and I’ve got to go to Spain, to source some tiles.’
‘So what you’re saying is just use him for the business angle. Forget any other sort of relationship with him?’
‘Who? Ben?’
‘No, silly. Jonathan.’
‘Rare for you to ask my advice,’ said Janie, ‘but, yes. Any other kind of relationship with him would be dynamite. You’d only get burned. Just talk terms – tough terms. Lots of money, company car, your own office, working from home if you want to, as little contact with him as possible – you don’t need me to tell you, Sal!’
But Sally was twirling slowly in front of the mirror, and didn’t hear her.
Janie walked down to her own room, where she had already laid out a few items on her bed. She felt excited about the party, or whatever it was going to be, at Jonathan’s house. Much as she loved Sally, she reckoned they both needed to get out of the cottage and dilute the atmosphere with some male company. She was constantly horny now. Every time she had felt a man’s cock making itself at home inside her – and what a variety there had been in just a few days – she wanted more of it, like you could never have enough chocolate. But most of all she wanted Jack. She wanted to take things up where they had left off. She had gone up to the farmyard several times to try to find him, but he was never there; the place hadn’t been touched since her log-hunt. Maddock would know where Jack was, but he was always at the other end of a ploughed field or halfway up a tree, and she wasn’t inclined to chase after him. She knew Sally had been borrowing the car and trawling the countryside for Maddock as well. Mostly she had failed to pin him down, but once or twice she had come back scratched and bruised and Janie hadn’t asked questions.
Janie slipped into her own choice for the evening, which was a long see-through, leaf-green Ghost dress. She pinned her hair up in a loose knot and let tendrils trail down her neck. She burned with hope that Jack would be there tonight. She wanted to erase the signs and smells of Sally from his warm body, just as she suspected Sally wanted to wipe the traces of her off Jonathan. Oh, the competition element made it all the more fun, especially as they had never before been in a situation where they had screwed the same men; but then, being closeted with Sally over the last few days had surprised Janie in lots of ways. She had shed her city brashness and become almost timid. Perhaps it was the flu she’d just had, but Janie quite liked this development as it had enabled her to grow more confident, and less reliant on Sally’s opinion. Janie had practically swaggered into town to get paints and swatches. She had run about on the beach, aware all the time now of men’s eyes on her tanning body, filling with desire when she looked back at them, tossing her hair and imagining wrapping her legs around a hunky stranger and forcing his cock up into her.
She held a hand against her breast and felt her heart pounding at the thought. How her mind had learned to lead her, even when there was nothing physically happening. She took a deep breath, sprayed Eternity all over herself, and walked out onto the landing.
‘We need to get your lady editor back here for the “after” pictures,’ she yelled up the stairs, running her fingers along the stripped banisters. There were still splinters to be smoothed out. ‘And I don’t just mean pictures of the house. Before, naked strumpets; after, ladies of the night.’
She heard a chortle from above. When they weren’t talking about sex, she and Sally had worked hard on the cottage. With Sally working to Janie’s orders –another about-turn in their normal roles – they had transformed it from a cute but tired house, stripping off all the old chintz to unearth a modern yet rustic look; stripped the wallpaper and colour-washed the walls. They’d thrown out the sofa covers and replaced them with plain linens, but kept the rugs and colourful cushions to add brightness to the pale, woody interior.
‘Yeah, and let’s get the little photographer back here as well!’ Sally shouted.
Janie laughed then frowned. She glanced out of the tiny landing window at the road that wound away from the cottage.
‘After that I must start selling my wares,’ she said. ‘I’m supposed to be persuading people like Jonathan and Jack that their houses need redecorating.’
Sally bounced out of her bedroom and down the winding attic stairs. She had tamed and curled her blonde hair so that it flew round her face, and wore the wispy dress with some Gina silver sandals. She looked like the old Sally – a demented angel.
‘What are we waiting for, then,’ she whooped, jumping down the last stair into Janie’s arms. ‘Let’s hit the town!’
Jonathan’s house was a white Art Deco affair perched on the edge of a cliff, and at first the place looked deserted. The sun was just beginning to set over the sea, bathing the house in an orange glow. One or two lights had been lit inside the house, but there was no one in the drive to greet them. Sally and Janie walked round to the garden. There was a circular swimming pool at one end, already floodlit from under the blue water, and in front of them two rows of iron braziers had been lit, the flames standing straight up and barely flickering in the balmy air, making a fiery path across the lawn towards a little gate which was propped open.
‘So much for being femmes fatales,’ muttered Sally, untying her sandals. ‘Look how steep this path is!’
They clambered barefoot down the sandy path towards the sound of rushing waves and low voices, and tumbled out into a tiny cove. Jonathan was standing behind a vast barbeque, which was laden with steaks and virtually hidden by the aromatic smoke. Behind another table heaped with salads and bread were Sam and Tom, both tipping beer down their throats from chilled cans. They wore pristine white shirts unbuttoned to their brown
waists, and baggy surfer jeans.
‘Gimme, gimme,’ breathed Sally, fluffing up her curls and stepping over the sand towards them. The boys nodded politely at her as she approached them, but they both looked over her head towards Janie. She smiled, a knot of remembered pleasure forming in her stomach, but they were not who she was looking for just then. She basked for a moment in their admiration, and then Sally must have said something outrageous, for they both grinned down at her and started fighting over who was going to ladle the salad onto her plate.
‘Good evening, Jonathan,’ Janie said, holding out a plate for some sausages and glancing around restlessly. ‘Beautiful place you have here. Shame it’s only rented.’
‘That was a lie, actually,’ he replied, plonking sausages and a juicy steak on her plate, as her stomach rumbled. She was constantly hungry when she was down here by the sea. She picked up a sausage and started chewing the end of it.
‘A lie?’
He was also restless, and he glowered at Sally flirting with his sons.
‘Didn’t want Sally to think I was too keen,’ he confessed. ‘I wanted to make it sound temporary. I love the way you do that, by the way.’
She raised her eyebrows, the sausage wedged into her cheek.
‘Gobble that sausage, I mean.’ He dolloped some mayonnaise onto her plate then looked up at the rocky cliff. ‘It isn’t rented at all. This is my own. I’ve just bought it.’
‘But Tom and Sam said –’
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