Country Pleasures

by Bond, Primula

  ‘Don’t tell me any more,’ pleaded Janie. ‘Let’s just show them, like you said.’

  He lifted her body across his tweed lap, shifting himself so that she was straddling him with her back to the kitchen. He continued to run his hands up and down her sides, underneath the silk, and she held her breath, waiting for the moment when they would make contact with her tits. She could feel the acorn-hard nipples making points through the thin fabric, riding high and hard on her round, eager breasts, and now everything was level with his face. It was only a matter of time before he touched them. The sharp sensations already slicing through her were too strong to ignore. It was as though she was constantly on the boil, or at the very least simmering, like Sally had said. It was as if, just under the surface, the basic urges that had been awakened in her yesterday were waiting to be jump-started each time someone came near her who even looked at her in a certain way. Not just that, but she realised, after five minutes with this guy, that just by the way she dressed or moved, just allowing a tiny shift in her attitude, her body was bursting with more promise than she had ever dreamed of. She couldn’t stop now, no matter who or how many friends or enemies might be rutting away in the kitchen.

  She arched herself away from him, revelling in this new, constant sexiness that crawled all over her skin. She was learning to tease herself into the bargain. As his hands were busy under her legs, undoing his trousers, she brought her own hands up and started kneading her breasts through the slippery silk. She loved the feeling of fabric on skin, pushing her big mounds together so that their nipples stood out, then releasing them so that they bounced apart, and fondling them again. Jonathan’s eyes were still on her face, and that only excited her more. Her own hands on her breasts, touching them through the silk, was utterly delicious, and she wanted to make him touch her. Her breath came more quickly, and her hands worked faster and rougher on her breasts until she found her buttocks starting to gyrate on his knee. But although she was enjoying it, she forced herself to release them. She grabbed the back of the sofa, resting her forearms on either side of his shoulders, and pulled herself up so that she was raised a couple of inches above his groin. By kneeling up like this her tits were in front of his nose. Her pussy could wait. They were frozen in that position for a moment, challenging each other to move first, then, supporting herself on her knees so that her thighs started to shake with the effort, Janie hooked her fingers under the spindly straps of the negligee and flung her arms free so that the white silk spilled down her torso and settled around her waist.

  ‘He’ll have his trousers round his ankles by now and she’ll be totally naked and spread out on the table like a ploughman’s lunch. He won’t be able to help himself, he’ll be pushing his fingers into her cunt while she wriggles about and traps him between those dancer’s thighs of hers. She’ll be glancing at the door, mark my words. She’s just as anxious as you.’

  ‘I said, no more.’

  At last Jonathan’s eyes snapped obediently down to the glorious cleavage in front of him. His hands roved up and grabbed her bare flesh, and he pulled her body towards him so that slowly he could slide his face inside the warm cleavage. Janie held herself very still, once again holding the back of the sofa. She arched her bottom right away from his crotch so that she couldn’t even feel what was there, although her pussy felt as if it was being dragged towards a magnet, the tiny muscles around her cunt grasping at the anticipated pleasure like mini tentacles.

  Then the foot of one of the kitchen table legs started squeaking. There was a pause, then the table leg started to shift, rhythmically, across its square patch of tiled floor.

  ‘She’s pulling him into her, that greedy little pussy of hers, the golden curls parting to drag him in.’

  Janie was split in two, one half of her poised over the promise of her own ecstasy in the shape of Sally’s ex-lover, the other half desperate at the thought of Jack being goaded and pleasured out there in the kitchen. Sally didn’t even know who he was. She didn’t know that only a few hours earlier he had been inside Janie, shoving her across the hay bale with the force of his screwing just like he was shoving Sally across the kitchen table.

  ‘She’s getting her evil way,’ remarked Jonathan softly. ‘She’ll be on her back on the kitchen table, she’s always liked hard surfaces, and she’ll have her legs wrapped round him like a limpet.’

  Before the picture could lodge itself in Janie’s brain, Jonathan licked at the heated flesh of her breasts. She threw her head back, and pushed herself harder against his face. His tongue flicked over one stiff nipple, then across to the other, darting like a snake’s. Stabs of desire shot directly from her nipples to the opening of her pussy, tightening the furrow there as her knees weakened.

  She pushed the back of his head towards her, forcing his mouth harder onto one aching nipple. His lips and teeth closed slowly round it, the pressure to bite increasing little by little. She fell against him and his teeth got a grip and pulled the nipple into his mouth. At last, he was sucking, his tongue flicking and circling. Then he was moving to the other nipple, and Janie was sinking her weight slowly down, unable to support herself on her weakening legs. She could have let him go on like that, but other parts of her were burning for release now as well. She was still seething at the thought of Sally and Jack humping on the kitchen table, but was also burning with a kind of reckless greed. The urge to lower herself onto Jonathan was overpowering her.

  There was a muffled male groan from the kitchen and the thumping and squeaking of the table legs accelerated.

  ‘She won’t find in his trousers what you’re about to find,’ murmured Jonathan, emerging from between her tits and leaving them singing for more. His smooth blond hair fell over his forehead and messed up his groomed appearance. It made him look far more attractive, and made Janie feel far more powerful. She didn’t want to speak, though she didn’t mind listening to his insidious commentary. She just smiled, and finally lowered herself down onto him. She rested there, feeling the long, thick shape of his cock running straight across his lap, dividing her pussy-lips. She felt a manic grin spread across her face, and bit her lips so as not to squeal with alarm. It was like sitting on one of her logs.

  ‘Sally told me you were well hung,’ gasped Janie, drawing her hips back to find the end of his cock, and sliding back along it to land against his groin. ‘But I just thought she was bragging. I’ve never seen –’

  ‘And you never will, honey, believe me. Take it, feel it, feel what she’s missing right now.’

  Janie reached down between her legs and took hold of his dick. It was worthy of legend. The smooth, taut surface was already damp from where she had been sitting on it, and that sent stronger thrills of excitement through her. She took it in both hands, hitched herself back on his thighs for a moment to lift it and stare at its incredible, swollen length. Though engorged with blood, it looked unusually colourless. As she held it and looked at it, and ran her hands along the shaft, it leaped up at her, the bulbous end already winking with a droplet of pre-come. It was as if someone was already sluicing her through with hot juices.

  ‘No need to be so gentle with it,’ goaded Jonathan. ‘Take it, princess, it’s all yours.’

  Janie raised herself up on quivering thighs and placed his rounded tip against her pussy. Instantly it made contact with the burning nub of her clitoris and it was Janie’s turn to groan out loud. The very sound of her own uncontrolled voice sounded filthy in her ears, and she realised that Sally and Jack could probably hear it through the ajar kitchen door, but there was nothing she could do to stop it, and no way that she wanted to.

  ‘Listen to this, guys,’ she hissed, edging Jonathan’s cock inside her and letting her pussy-lips nibble their way down its length. She paused every so often to adjust her knees and to luxuriate in the huge, animal mass that filled her. She lowered herself still further, wondered how much room there was, and felt herself expanding to accommodate him; felt herself impaled on a great rod.
It felt almost as if she could lift her legs away and balance herself, cunt on cock, spin round on it even. It was quite out of this world and accentuated by her sitting above him. He lay there, hands loosely on her hips again, her tits bouncing and brushing against his face as he watched her.

  ‘So easy,’ he murmured, tightening his grip on her hips as she finally reached the base of his cock and they both waited for the inexorable movement to begin. ‘You’ve made this so easy for me.’

  Just then Sally called out in a stream of gibberish, and the two bodies in the kitchen crashed down once, twice, three times on the surface of the table before she cried out in a long, low howl, which gradually whimpered into silence.

  Janie waited, put off her stroke for a moment, but Jonathan’s cock seemed to continue swelling inside her and she had no choice but to move, to start easing herself up and down the long shaft. Once she had started she couldn’t stop because, as she raised herself off it, every inch of it rubbed against every screaming inch of her, so she could only go so far before slamming back down on him, groin on groin. When she did that she could feel the end of his knob stretching her deep inside, testing her to the limits, teaching her, for heaven’s sake, what she was capable of taking.

  ‘No rush, honey. I’d like them to see us. But let’s catch up a little, shall we? Let’s have the last, long laugh.’

  His hips echoed the rhythm of hers. He backed himself against the sofa as she moved off him, then slammed up inside her as she came back down, and she could hear her voice rising in a crescendo, saying nothing but trying to articulate the extraordinary, terrifyingly powerful sensation of being impaled on this vast pole. It gave her more and more pleasure, as rivulets of fire seemed to streak up the sides of her cunt, like his cock was some kind of torch. Her inner cavity becoming a mass of vibrating mad ecstasy. She kept her eyes open, and watched the shaft moving in and out, as his eyes focused on her bouncing breasts. He pushed back against the sofa and tensed himself, then looked her straight in the eyes and pumped his spunk into her so that she was thrown upwards with the force of his thrusts. She cried out each time he lifted her, her own screams and his thrusting and her finger rubbing over her clit finally giving way to a wild, shattering climax that had her arching her body and then collapsing onto him, her legs spread out on either side of him, and her bare torso smothering him.

  The kitchen door opened with a crash and the other two shuffled in. Jonathan could see them across Janie’s shoulder, but she wanted to keep her face hidden while she regained her breath. Jonathan patted her back a couple of times, and then unceremoniously heaved her off him, then packed away his subsiding erection and did up his corduroy trousers with a brisk zip. Janie huddled away from him, pulling up the straps of her negligee, but still hiding her face.

  ‘Why so coy, Janie?’ Sally asked from behind her. She had the pinafore haphazardly wrapped round her, but the French underwear was missing. ‘That was a splendid show! But, then again, how could you fail to look superb, bucking about on that?’

  ‘Why shouldn’t I?’ Janie flashed back. She was not having Sally hurling insults, particularly not in front of Jack. ‘I’m allowed to try out your ex for size if I want to. It’s what you would do!’

  Sally whistled and fanned her face as if insulted.

  ‘So it is Janie. Little red-haired cousin Janie. With the marigold hair.’

  Jack was staring at Janie as if Sally and Jonathan weren’t there. He had a different sweater on today, even scruffier than yesterday’s, and his jeans hung loosely off his hips where he hadn’t finished buttoning them up. Now that he had come out from behind the kitchen door and she could see him clearly, she wanted him even more. She started to draw her knees up in front of her, but thought better of it, and curled herself sideways instead, draping one arm along the back of the sofa. Jonathan crossed one leg over the other, for all the world as if they had just been sharing cucumber sandwiches.

  ‘I came to check if I was right,’ said Jack. ‘That it was you, that’s all.’

  ‘Yes, Jack, it’s me.’

  ‘Ugly Jack? From the wigwam?’ Sally butted in, hands on hips like a fishwife. Jonathan chuckled and swung one polished brogue up and down. Jack buttoned up his jeans, still staring at Janie, and her stomach melted at the glimpse of furry stomach under his sweater. He stepped past Sally to go back through the kitchen.

  ‘Hey, don’t go, Jack,’ Janie cried. ‘We need to catch up.’

  ‘Can’t you see what kind of gorgeous, horny woman she’s grown into?’ taunted Sally, staying close beside him and pointing at Janie. ‘You had your chance when you were kids. She was nuts about you. But now? Well, now she’s anybody’s!’

  ‘You were always so shy,’ Jack said, ignoring Sally, but not coming back into the room. ‘We always wondered how you would turn out, Ben and me.’

  ‘I’m not just anybody’s!’ Janie protested. Beside her, Jonathan cleared his throat.

  ‘I have to go,’ said Jack. ‘Things to do, sorry.’

  ‘Stay and have some shepherd’s pie,’ Sally chimed in, wrapping her arm round Jack’s waist. ‘You weren’t in such a hurry to leave ten minutes ago, when I had your trousers round your ankles and your cock right up the tradesman’s entrance!’

  ‘Get out while you can, Jack,’ drawled Jonathan. ‘These two are randy little polecats. I never dreamed that Sally here would have a friend who was as horny as she is, but the pair of them obviously need sorting out on a regular basis. Let’s face it, I’m not sure you’re the man to do it.’

  ‘We’ll see about that,’ replied Jack. His mouth hardened. He unwound Sally’s arm from round his middle and looked again at Janie. She started to get up off the sofa, but he was already halfway out the door.

  ‘I’m here all summer, Jack,’ she murmured. ‘It’s not like he says, despite what you saw here today. It was the paint, and the onions. They went to our heads. We’re just here to relax, me and Sally. Just minding our own business. There’s plenty of time for you to find out what I’m really like.’

  To her relief a slight smile dimpled his cheek. Then he raised a hand towards Jonathan, and was gone. They all looked at one another, and then Sally could contain herself no longer.

  ‘How the hell did you find me?’ she demanded, marching across to Jonathan. ‘I came here to get away from the whole damn lot of you.’

  ‘Your agent, sweetie,’ drawled Jonathan, brushing a speck of dust off his sleeve. ‘She’s very indiscreet.’

  ‘I’ll kill that Erica when I get back!’

  ‘I’ll leave you to it,’ sighed Janie, unfolding her limbs from the sofa. Jonathan’s hand came down on her leg and squeezed it.

  ‘No need, my dear. I’m going, too, but I’ll be back. This little cottage is like a honey pot. I doubt any of the local males will be able to stay away. I’ll sniff Miss Sally out when she’s in a better mood, and when she’s prepared to listen to what I came here to say.’

  ‘Hell will freeze over first!’ shouted Sally, and Jonathan roared with laughter.

  ‘I take it there’s no invitation for me to partake of the famous shepherd’s pie, then?’

  ‘No one will be eating it if I don’t rescue it from the oven,’ Janie remarked, and she slithered out from under Jonathan’s hand and darted into the kitchen. She was knocked backwards by the heat from the Aga, but the pie looked just perfect, and her stomach rumbled as she put it on the table and retrieved the abandoned bottle of wine. Jack hadn’t shut the back door properly and she went to close it, flaking off some old red paint from its surface and smiling as she did so. Her anger at Sally making a beeline for him like that had subsided into something more constructive. She was climbing up on to Sally’s level – or descending, whichever way you looked at it. Either way, she was only more determined, not less, to get the man she wanted back to the honey pot, as Jonathan had called it. She hadn’t planned to, but she could stay all summer if that’s how long it took.

  ‘Paint and onions.’ Jonathan
was roaring with sardonic laughter in the sitting room. ‘Now I’ve heard all the excuses.’

  Janie heard Sally swearing and shouting at him, and then there was silence. She wondered if they were making up, and couldn’t resist peeking through the door to see if it was Sally’s turn to swing on Jonathan’s big dick, but her friend was standing on her own by the window, staring out at the rain, and Jonathan had gone.

  ‘He really gets to you, doesn’t he?’ Janie said quietly, fiddling with the corkscrew.

  Sally spun round, still pink with fury.

  ‘Got to you, more like. What were you thinking of, squirming all over him like that?’

  ‘Oh, no you don’t!’ Janie tilted her chin, quite ready to fight, but Sally’s shoulders suddenly drooped and she came slowly across the room.

  ‘He’s the only one who ever has,’ she admitted, taking the corkscrew out of Janie’s hand. ‘Got to me, I mean. You’ve seen what he can be like, but I’ll be damned if I’ll ever let him see it.’

  ‘Come on, let’s forget those blokes and eat this delicious pie. Never knew we could be so domesticated.’ Janie changed the subject, pulled Sally back into the kitchen and picked up the chair for her to sit in.

  ‘You’re cheerful,’ Sally grumbled, as she picked up her fork. ‘He certainly pumped you full of life, didn’t he? Just wait till I get my hands on him.’

  ‘You weren’t slow to jump on Jack, either. Come on, that’s what you always do, but for me, all this is like – it’s like ice melting, or something. Something’s happened to me and I feel like I’m waking up from a coma.’

  ‘Meanwhile, I feel absolutely knackered,’ said Sally.

  Janie swung her arm round, scattering the mince and potato she was serving onto two plates. ‘Look, we’re going to eat this pie, and we’re going to do a whole lot more cooking this afternoon. We need our strength.’