Country Pleasures

by Bond, Primula

  His eyes were on hers again, but as she sighed out with the delight of being filled, and bent over to let her tits swing across his mouth, his eyes flipped sideways and his face froze. His hands came up to her hips and held her still. She didn’t move. She didn’t want to, and she couldn’t, but then she saw a shadow fall across his face.

  ‘Hey, guys, don’t let me interrupt. This looks like fun.’

  Another voice, very similar to his, spoke from somewhere above and behind them. Janie kept her eyes on the boy’s face, reckoning that she would know what was going on from his expression. Then she heard the unzipping sound of another wet suit, and the boy’s eyes widened. First he shook his head furiously, and then a filthy grin spread across his face. Not a grin she had taught him, thought Janie. He looked back at her with a new, domineering expression. My God, she thought, thrown off-balance. Already he’s learning. After another glance at the newcomer her boy reached up firmly to take hold of her breasts.

  ‘My older brother,’ he croaked. ‘Back from the surf.’

  He pulled her forwards so that her tits dangled into his mouth again, and her butt was raised in the air. Janie tried to protest but she couldn’t move, so gorgeous was the feel of his now confident and almost aggressive mouth sucking on her sore nipples, firing them up once again. As first one nipple then the other settled into his mouth, so she automatically started up her rhythm again, sliding up and down his cock to try and ease her increasingly frantic urge to come. She could feel her inner muscles tightening each time to grab hold and keep him inside her, and his cock hardening even more with each thrust. She was just poised to ram herself down onto him harder than ever when she felt her buttocks being pulled apart and the warmth of another male body pressing up against her back.

  ‘Can’t let you have all the fun, bruv,’ said the voice.

  ‘Got some catching up to do, mate. If she doesn’t mind, of course.’

  The first boy pulled Janie down harder on top of him so that her tits were squashed against his face and his dick was rammed right up inside her.

  ‘You don’t mind, do you?’ his brother murmured in her ear. ‘Just say. You don’t mind, do you? Want to hear you say it.’

  ‘No,’ she puffed, barely able to speak. ‘Don’t mind … want it … want you to do it.’

  Amazing how quickly he had learned when it was time to take control, she thought vaguely, watching the younger boy’s mouth smile round her nipple as he heard her speak. There was something else going on now, though. She reckoned she could recognise sibling rivalry when she saw, or rather, sensed it. It was not that different from the ‘friendly’ rivalry between Janie and Sally. But too many different sensations were swirling around her head to allow much rational thought, and she let herself fall, or rather be pulled, first forwards, her tits licked and sucked to burning point by her accomplished pupil, and then tugged backwards by his invisible brother, who now had his own erection wedged up between her arse-cheeks. He was sliding his hand up and down the warm crack, sliding right under her to reach the tender spot where the first boy’s dick had spliced her. He parted her thighs still further so that as well as having a big dick inside her, another dick was tickling her exposed clit. Janie’s head started to swim. She gyrated as if dancing on the boy’s pole, flinging herself wildly about as the urge for satisfaction and the loss of her previous control started to overtake her.

  Both the brothers took hold of her then and made her stop, and she found the pause to be as arousing as the wild movement, because all her tiny internal muscles kept on working. The boy beneath her took her arms and kept her suspended above him, so that he could continue suckling her nipples. He stopped the thrusting inside her for a moment and she let the hovering orgasm recede a little while they relished the wait. Then she felt the invisible brother bring his stiff cock once again to her butt and, instead of sweeping it down through the crack, he started to push it towards the puckered hole of her anus. She held herself rigid. She could feel he had lubricated it, most likely with the suntan oil that she had lying on the towel, so his cock was all slippery yet rock-hard. At first, her hole tightened like a fist against the intrusion, but at the same time a throb ignited like a pilot light somewhere inside her, just the other side, she supposed, of that thin wall separating the two orifices. She opened her eyes and found that, although she was lying over the boy, her neck was arched as if to see over the dunes. Just one glance at his blond head engrossed between her tits increased the deep throbbing inside her. It felt as though the other little hole loosened to let the invisible brother in, because she could feel his thick knob pushing inside a fraction. Her own shy muscles tried to push it out at first, and then slackened to accommodate him. Then it was grabbing, gobbling, welcoming the new length of male hardness. Inch by inch it eased into her anus and she felt light-headed with the knowledge that she had two thick cocks wedged inside her, and she was welcoming them both. Every muscle both inside and out strained and yearned to keep them there and to milk them of all the hot pleasure they had to offer.

  The invisible brother was deep inside her now, and she felt his thighs propping up her own. Then he started to rock back and forth, his breath hot on her neck. One big hand fanned out over her stomach to support them both in that position, and she let the rocking move her body, carefully at first – she was still unsure of how the complicated design of her body could manage two cocks at once. Would it hurt or damage her? she wondered. She’d read articles about taking ‘double penetration’, and knew that it was perfectly fine. And anyway, how could anything that felt as good as this be wrong! She relaxed, and then it was like she had two entirely new bodies, front and back, both with conflicting zones of exquisite pleasure heightened by the novelty of this undiscovered ability, and by not being able to see the invisible brother but guessing that he was as gorgeous as the other one. She fell, first forwards onto the rigid cock inside her cunt, then back onto the one inside her anus, and it was as if they were both spurting jets of fire up her. As she moved off one the other penetrated her, and she felt the storm of orgasm gathering at both entrances; she was sluiced-up and ready, and, as she heard the gathering shouts of the boys combined with her own moans being snatched away into the sea air, it was suddenly happening. They were all three rocking frantically, both boys ramming their cocks up her in unison so that she was spiralling down onto them at the same time. She welcomed the burning heat, her first boy smacking and pummelling her tits back and forth over his face until he couldn’t hold his spunk back any longer and the tide came spurting out of him. This was met by her own gripping, convulsive orgasm and then the hot jizz of the invisible brother literally bringing up the rear, as his come rocketed up her. He laughed and yelled out loud and, at last, she toppled sideways, still gripping both boys inside her, and they lay in a muddled heap on the sand while the tide came on up the beach and the seagulls wondered what the tourists were coming to these days.

  7

  ‘Yeah, yeah, lovely cottage and everything. I mean, I’m lying here on a patchwork quilt, looking up at exposed rafters, nothing but blue sky out the window – and what do you know?’

  The voice at the other end of the mobile squeaked and Sally shook her head impatiently.

  ‘No, nothing else exposing itself around here. It looked promising at first. One or two extremely gorgeous locals, but then it was ruined when an unwelcome visitor pitched up. And Janie’s had my nose to the grindstone – mind you, we’ve had work to do for that magazine feature I told you about – and I’ve not been able to shake this bloody cold off, and now it’s sunny, and I’m bored, and all I want is to –’

  The voice squeaked again, and Sally sat up in her bed, the better to gesticulate. She thought she heard a door banging downstairs, and she jumped up and secured the latch on her own door. She didn’t want to face Janie just yet.

  ‘I’ve had enough R and R to last me a lifetime, Erica. I was just going to say, all I want is to come back to London. Get my life going again �
� yes, put your feelers out. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way.’

  Sally chucked the mobile on the quilt and glared at it. It was her lifeline to civilization. She walked over to the telescope and fiddled again with the knobs, trying to switch it on, or whatever you did with telescopes, but there was nothing but a black circle to be seen. She looked along its long white shaft, pointing towards the horizon – she didn’t even know if it was north or south from here – and wondered where Janie had got to.

  She should have gone with her to the beach or wherever she’d gone. Janie was only trying to help. But this didn’t suit Sally. None of it: not the paint-stripping, the sanding, the scrubbing, the painting, the hammering, nor the nailing. The house was taking shape already, admittedly, and Janie had tried to cheer her up with the promise of a trip to Exeter or Bristol to order some new furniture, but Sally wouldn’t co-operate. Janie was the expert now, and Sally wasn’t used to following instructions. Worse, Sally wasn’t used to seeing Janie blossoming like this, dancing, for heaven’s sake, to CDs, jumping every time the front door rattled, and trying to talk about what happened that morning Jonathan and the dishy Jack rolled up. Sally didn’t want to think of Janie in her silk negligee, straddling Jonathan (her Jonathan), her glossy red hair flowing down her back as she slid slowly up and down his cock while his familiar hands gripped her hips to help her take the strain. She didn’t want to think about Jonathan’s face being hidden by Janie’s energetic body, and neither of them knowing that in the kitchen Sally and Jack had been pretty swift on the table, both anxious to get instant gratification and then see what was happening on the sofa next door. Even though Sally had started the whole shebang, she had discovered, once she had Jack on top of her with his glasses steaming up and his fine cock up her, that she was only cutting off her own nose to spite Jonathan’s face – and she was in the wrong place with the wrong guy. But she had misjudged her friend, for, rather than fighting a battle, Janie had simply joined in the game in her own quiet way, and Jack and Sally had come back into the room and had stood there watching. It was the first time watching someone else having sex had been more horribly riveting than tasting her own enjoyment, and Sally had been seized by a mixture of envy and pure, unadulterated rage.

  She spun the telescope violently round so that it rocked on its tripod, and went to the little en-suite to turn on the shower. It was boiling up there under the rafters, and she had to admit that the garden looked enticing, all dark shadows and bright green grass, still wet from the rain, the drops glittering in the new, strong sun.

  The water pressure was dismal up there. She let the water run for a moment in the shower and went back to the telescope, hoping she hadn’t damaged it. Cousin Ben would be furious if she’d been messing with his equipment, although the chance would be a fine thing.

  ‘You like your instruments the longer the better, eh, Sal?’ said a familiar voice. ‘If you’re too stubborn to let in the real thing, why not see if that telescope fits?’

  Jonathan. What a cheek he had! Sally was too tense, too teeming with all the images and thoughts crowding the peace of the room, to turn round and face him. She gripped the telescope and stayed where she was, following its blind gaze out of the window.

  ‘How did you get in?’ shrieked Sally in annoyance.

  ‘Maddock let me in. I –’

  ‘She’s not here,’ she spat.

  ‘Jane’s not here? Damn, I was looking forward to another tête-à-tête with her. Such big, beautiful breasts, such eagerness, such starvation, and yet such elegance.’

  Jonathan laughed, and tucked in the rumpled patchwork quilt before sitting down on the end of Sally’s bed. ‘Such a shame you hid that light under a bushel all these months.’

  Sally wheeled round, remembering too late that she was stark-naked and glistening with sweat.

  ‘I told you, she wouldn’t be seen dead propping up bars and being drooled over by people like you.’

  ‘I wouldn’t be so sure. She got quite the taste for people like me the other day, don’t you think?’

  ‘Screw who you like. I don’t care any more.’

  Sally wondered for a split second whether to grab a T-shirt or something, and then she found she didn’t care about that either. She held onto the telescope as if for support and wiped a hand across her dripping nose.

  ‘Hey, hey, what’s happened to you? The spirits in this cottage sapped you of your strength?’

  Sally didn’t answer, but inside she wondered if he had a point. She looked at Jonathan as if for the first time, and her gut twisted with desire, made all the fiercer by her renewed, vicious loathing. He wore a plain blue polo-shirt and chinos just the right side of casual and, as he crossed one leg over the other to swing his foot idly in his usual manner, she saw that he wore genuinely weather-beaten deck shoes.

  ‘I’m having a shower,’ she said at last, and felt her whole body flush, her gut twisting again like the ropes on the boat Jonathan would be sure to have to go with the shoes. ‘So you should leave.’

  ‘I’ve come to talk to you,’ he answered, still swinging his foot and smoothing one hand across the old quilt as if to soothe it. ‘I meant to speak the other day, but everything was all too amusing, and neither of you she-cats gave me a chance.’

  ‘There’s nothing to say. You see what you’ve done to me. Wrenched the job I loved away from me, as well as most of my friends –’

  ‘Hardly friends, darling –’

  ‘–reduced me to a life of seclusion, flopping about in the middle of nowhere, doing odd-jobs about this dump because I can’t get work anywhere else and, to top it all, wrestling with a stinking cold that I haven’t been able to shake off since I got here. Godforsaken shit hole.’

  Jonathan waited for a moment and, to her surprise, didn’t laugh in her face.

  ‘I’ve come to fix all that,’ he said.

  Sally snorted and took a couple of steps over to the tissue box beside her bed, aware of her tits tipping jauntily from side to side as she moved. This was not at all the impression she was trying to give, but she was sure her flesh was firm enough to stand up to his unwavering inspection. To hide her rising confusion and lust she jabbed the tissue box at him.

  ‘Come to fix my flu, have you? You can even tell colds to take a running jump, and they’ll listen?’

  ‘I want you to come and work in a brand new venture with me and a partner. But only when you decide to return to London.’

  Sally’s mouth dropped open behind the tissue, and she turned away to blow her nose all the harder. Through the window she suddenly saw Maddock’s muddy Land Rover driving slowly along the road from the sea. It slowed down at the turning to the cottage, but then accelerated away before she could wave or attract its attention. Something inside her calmed down as she watched it go. The words ‘fish’ and ‘sea’ sprang to mind. There was always someone else, someone waiting out there who would make her feel better in an instant, if she only got off her arse and went to look for him.

  ‘A bit sudden, I know, and I wouldn’t blame you if you told me to –’

  ‘Drop dead, Jonathan. Yes, that’s all I have to say to you!’ The fire was in her belly again, and she rose up on her toes as she yelled at him. ‘I don’t need you or your fancy new colleague to help me out of a hole. Things are just fine the way they are.’

  Jonathan spread his hands in surrender and uncrossed his legs, ready to stand.

  ‘If that’s how you feel,’ he said. ‘But I don’t think you really mean it. You’re not cut out for a life of leisure. Just hear me out, would you? It’s a very attractive proposition, and we both agreed that you were just the girl for the job.’

  ‘I wouldn’t spit on you, or your new colleague, if you were burning to death,’ she half sobbed, half shrieked, hurling herself towards him. Following fast on the heels of her venom was the familiar hysteria, the exhilaration that always fired her when Jonathan was around; that fire that had never been far away when she was cutting t
hrough that City jungle. She knew that she should be screaming at him, but instead she found herself laughing maniacally as he stood up and caught her just as she was launching her fingernails at his face. His fingers closed round her wrists, and he held her in mid-air for a moment before lowering her to the floor, making her feel like a feeble schoolgirl.

  ‘It was only a suggestion. I should have known better. I should have known how bitter you’d be after what happened.’

  He turned to go. Sally grabbed at his arm and pulled him back.

  ‘That it? You’re going to give up that easily?’

  ‘I only wanted to express how sorry I am for what happened, Sally. I was a fool. That’s why I tracked you down, rented a house near here, wanted to speak to you, try to make it up to you.’

  ‘I don’t believe in this new Saint Jonathan. I won’t listen. You’d have to try a helluva lot harder than that.’

  She dropped his arm and stalked away across the room, which was filling with steam from the shower and making them both sweat.

  ‘I’ve had enough of fighting – even with you. So I’ll be off. Go and pack up the house and return to London.’

  He was ready to abandon her again. He was halfway out of the open door. Sally backed away, on the other side of the room, towards the shower room. She was immobile with anger and disappointment, the same emotions she’d felt when he’d stuck that knife in her back those few months back. But that anger was very close to desire, and it threw her into turmoil now as it had then. They glared at each other through the steam.