Country Pleasures

by Bond, Primula

  ‘They’re at it like rabbits, aren’t they?’

  Janie had been so busy watching them she’d not seen him coming across the lawn, and for a daft second she thought she had, after all, fallen asleep. But the noises Sally was making were real enough, and so was the figure of Jack, appearing from behind her lounger.

  ‘They’re talking business,’ she explained, and he laughed loudly.

  ‘Is that what they call it. Actually, I came here to talk business, too.’

  ‘It must be the country air,’ she said, in shock that her fantasy man was now standing in front of her. ‘Look at them.’

  She sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees to hide herself, but he hadn’t once looked at her tits. He was standing rather formally a few feet away.

  ‘I don’t want to look at them,’ he said. ‘I want to look at you. Who’d have thought it? I’ve been trying to reconcile that wild woman in the barn with little cousin Janie. But every time I’ve seen you you’ve been wearing fewer and fewer clothes, and that sweet Janie has vanished little by little.’

  ‘You’ve only seen me twice since that night in the barn,’ Janie pointed out, feeling stupid as she said it. ‘You’ve been gone virtually the whole time.’

  ‘Miss me?’

  He sat down on the grass, and she felt hope unfurling in her heart.

  ‘Yes. No. Stupid question. I wanted to see you, that’s all,’ she said. ‘To explain –’

  ‘About what? Stealing my logs? Stealing my honour in the barn?’

  ‘Yes. No. Bloody hell, Jack, you always used to do this!’

  ‘What?’

  ‘Confuse me, interrupt me – tease me.’

  ‘Not enough, I now realise. I should have teased you to breaking point. What fun that would have been. I’m sorry, Janie, you were saying. Explain what?’

  She sighed crossly. He was wearing another old T-shirt, long khaki shorts and had bare feet, and though he was dressed like a scruff he was no longer the dogeared schoolboy who’d tormented her back then. He was chewing a piece of grass and looking over at Sally and Jonathan. His hair was longer and curlier than a month ago, and she wanted to wrench his glasses off.

  ‘About what I was doing with Jonathan that day you came over,’ she said awkwardly. ‘I wish you hadn’t seen that. It wasn’t how it looked.’

  ‘It looked pretty sensational from where I was standing. You’re going to tell me you were simply borrowing him, I suppose,’ Jack muttered, half turning back to Janie, but with his eyes still glued to Jonathan and Sally. ‘Although, maybe it wasn’t just the once. Is this what goes on all the time when Ben’s back is turned?’

  Sally was still flat on her front, gripping the edges of the table. Jonathan had stopped tonguing her and Janie looked up in time to see him slowly feeding the incredible length of his penis into her from behind; he pushed her a little way across the table with every inch that went in and made the jug and glasses rattle. Janie pressed her legs together as she watched, remembering the feel of that extraordinary length of gristle when she had pole-danced up and down on it.

  ‘No. Yes. We’ve been a little crazy this summer,’ she stammered, trying to get his attention. ‘But you weren’t around, Jack.’

  ‘More’s the pity.’

  He grinned up at her from his place on the grass, and she spread her hands helplessly.

  ‘What do you mean?’ she demanded. ‘I thought I was getting a telling off! I thought you were going to run off and tell cousin Ben.’

  Jack unfolded his legs and stood up. ‘Do you think it’s safe to grab a drink?’

  She slapped him on the leg and he tiptoed up to the table, reached round the rutting pair to swipe the jug and glasses, and ran back to her.

  They chinked glasses, and knocked back the strong cocktail as if it was lemonade. Janie felt woozy, and she lay back with another sigh on the lounger, hesitated for a moment, then lowered her knees and stretched herself out. Jack wasn’t quick enough to hide the lust gleaming in his eyes as she wriggled into a comfortable position with her long legs slightly parted and her breasts bouncing softly with each judder of her heart. There was a silence between them, while at the far side of the lawn the table creaked desperately.

  ‘You’re wrong, and you’re right,’ he said.

  Janie frowned, and closed her eyes.

  ‘Riddles, as usual. What are you talking about?’

  She felt the end of her lounger give as he sat down on it, but she kept her eyes closed. A warm sense of contentment was coming to life in her toes and starting to work up her body.

  ‘I mean, you’re wrong about me telling you off,’ he explained. ‘I’m not. You can do what you like. I’m jealous as hell, that’s all. I should have been here. I should have been the one to have you. Not all these others – and especially not Maddock.’

  Janie let out a snuffle of laughter, but he didn’t laugh back. She held her breath, still stretched out, still heavy with anticipated pleasure.

  ‘There’s a lot more to Maddock than muddy boots and Land Rovers, you know,’ she started to tell him. ‘A real son of the soil. I mean, he uses it like a battering ram –’

  ‘Shut it, Janie. Doesn’t suit you being so crude. I thought you were more civilised that that, even if you are a thief.’

  She giggled, and wriggled again. The sun was losing its ferocity, but was still just warm enough to make Janie want to fall asleep.

  ‘But you were right about my running off to tell Ben,’ he added.

  She was befuddled, now. She’d forgotten how his mind worked, always darting about. She raised her glass and took another long drink.

  ‘I mean. I did tell him. He knows everything.’

  Janie sat up sharply, spilling her drink over herself just as the wooden table scraped across the terrace. Jonathan was crouched over Sally, thrusting himself violently into her, and she was shouting out, and then they were yelling out together before he slumped down onto her back. But Jack wasn’t looking at them now. He had sat down closer to Janie than he realised, and he was watching as the cold drink dripped off her nipples.

  Janie looked down. The cold had hardened them again. The effect was more startling than simply exposing them to the open air. They were singing and burning like little beacons, hot with desire, and their sharpness was accentuated by the swell of her breasts. Her breath caught in her throat as the constant flutter in her stomach sped up. She sat still for a moment, attempting to make sense of what Jack had just said, but all she could think about was his eyes on her tits and the shifting, fidgeting arousal deep between her legs. She shuffled on the lounger towards him until she was right in front of him, then lifted one of his legs across the seat so that he was astride the lounger, and therefore facing her.

  ‘Lick it off,’ she said, and her heart gave a leap of surprise at herself. He carried on looking at her nipples. Only the jumping of his pulse in his muscular neck showed any sign of life. She whipped his glasses off and put them on the grass behind her.

  ‘I said, lick it off. You’ll do as I say, Jack. We’re not children any more, and it’s not me who’s taking the orders.’

  She reached out and grabbed his curls, tangled her fingers through them and dragged his head towards her. He pulled away for a moment, and she wondered if she was making an idiot of herself, but then he groaned, a cracked, genuine groan as if to give up any more resistance, and she kneeled up so that his dark head was on a level with her breasts. She cradled him, pushing him into the dark, inviting cleavage.

  ‘They were covered before in all those layers,’ he murmured. ‘In the barn. I felt them, but I had no idea how luscious they’ve grown.’

  Jack’s voice was muffled up against her skin, and she shifted closer still on her knees until she was straddling his legs. She locked her knees behind his back so that he was trapped in front of her. Her mind wouldn’t keep still. Now she was thinking of the blond boy on the beach, taking her breasts in hesitant, clumsy fingers and wondering what t
o do with them until she showed him. But as the warm tip of Jack’s tongue started to trail across one breast, into the sweaty valley between, and up the other hillock, she knew this was different. This was a man at work. She stopped moving and let his tongue do the talking. It came back over the bulge of one breast, stopped short of the bursting nipple, and started to circle it. It took all her willpower to avoid thrusting the nipple into his mouth as she had done with the blond boy. To stop herself she looked over at the garden table, but Sally and Jonathan had disappeared, leaving the pink thong discarded on the terrace.

  Jack’s tongue was flickering like a lizard’s over Janie’s nipple now. She could feel the nipple sticking out almost an inch away from its base, so that every touch of his tongue was close yet distant, not touching the flesh of her breast at all. She shifted very slightly on her buttocks so that she was able to press her aching crotch against his. Her bikini-bottoms were soaking, and they stuck to her pussy-lips as they shifted. The electric shocks of sensation were seared all over her, from her nipples down to her navel, from the outer layers of her fanny to the cavern of her anus, and she started, very slightly so that her thighs ached, to rise up and down to find a way to answer the clamouring of her body.

  One of Jack’s hands was pressing a breast, but the other came round and rested on the small of her back, pushing her harder against him, and she laughed softly as her wet bikini made contact with the buttons of his shorts. They would be leaving a damp patch there, she thought, sliding her hands away from his head and down his warm torso to his waist. She started to undo his shorts, and suddenly he took the tortured nipple into his mouth and started sucking hard, biting it, then leaving it, cold with his saliva, and turning to the other one while his fingers took over the teasing and pinching of whichever nipple was free.

  ‘I want this to go on forever,’ she murmured, pushing his shorts down over his hips. His head jerked back as he looked at her.

  ‘Is that an order?’

  In answer she wriggled backwards, letting her breasts drop heavily down in front of her, so that she could pull his shorts off. He wore nothing underneath, and her tongue came out and slid across her lips as she saw the firm erection rising out of his groin.

  ‘It was covered in all those layers. In the barn –’ she chuckled softly, taking it in both her hands and rubbing them up and down so that it grew longer as she fondled it ‘– I felt it, but I had no idea how luscious it had grown.’

  ‘Are you taking the piss?’ breathed Jack.

  She chuckled again, pulling hard at him, measuring his weight in her hands. Then, still holding him, she crawled off the lounger and onto the grass, then tugged him down on top of her. For a moment he was on all fours above her, still wearing his T-shirt, his cock stiff in her hands and dangling over her stomach, then she spun round onto her knees and pushed him down onto his back as he had pushed her onto the hay bale.

  ‘No, my darling, Jack. I’m taking the penis.’

  She knew she couldn’t hold out much longer. She realised this was what, in the back of her mind, she had been working towards all summer. The variety of her sexual experiences had been stunning, and she was anxious to repeat them, even with Mimi, but Jack had been the one initially to arouse her. They had awoken each other in the barn during that storm. He was the one she had wanted to find again, whom she wanted to go even further with, if he would let her. Now that she had tried new things, new positions, new people, she wanted to try it all over again with him. She suspected that was what, for all her brazen talk, Sally wanted with her Jonathan Dart.

  ‘Fuck me, Jack,’ she said loudly, not caring who might hear or about sounding ‘crude’. She yanked her bikini-bottom aside to show him her pussy, feeling it was more sexy to keep it half on. He smiled a lazy smile, halfway to a laugh, his dark-brown eyes gleaming at her from under his long eyelashes. She felt a frisson of amusement at the unaccustomed beauty of his eyes. It had been too dark to see them properly in the barn. He had never once removed his glasses when they were kids. Now he was naked and vulnerable before her. But he was still stronger than her. She tried to lower herself onto his rearing, ready cock, but he gripped her hips and stopped her just as the rounded tip of it brushed her pubes and sent tiny trickles of desire across her sex. She waited, her legs shaking with the effort, and then he let her drop far enough down for the tip to burrow in, to get just short of her burning clitoris, before stopping again.

  ‘Not totally in charge, Janie,’ he gasped. Then he yanked her down onto him so her crotch was against his and she shrieked out loud with the brutal impact of his cock jammed right up inside her. Then they were humping like crazy, making up for lost time, no longer caring about control. She stretched herself out on top of him, squashing her breasts against his chest, her mouth slicking across his, her legs stretched out flat between his. She let his hips take their weight, lift them both off the ground and down again as her inner muscles gripped and pulled him further and further in. Then she was up again, knees bent on the grass, bouncing up and down on him, hearing herself yell and scream with the release of tension, then lying down again to try to slow the rising tide of climax. But it wouldn’t turn back, and she let him rock her, simply moved with him, as she pressed her ear to his chest and heard his growls of ecstasy. She felt his cock juddering and hardening still more inside her and the lusciousness of the sensation unlocked any remnants of control. The orgasm flooded through her, warm and wet and long-awaited. It kept on shaking her until all she could do was roll with him sideways onto the grass and trap him with her legs until it had all faded away.

  ‘You really didn’t know who I was in the barn?’ he asked after a moment.

  ‘No. You just popped up at the right time, when I needed someone to remind me how good sex was. I really needed to fuck.’

  ‘Are you serious? I thought you were such a sweet girl, Janie Flower. At least, you used to be. I’m shocked.’

  She laughed and sniffed the sweat on his skin.

  ‘Don’t give me sweet. You and that foul cousin of mine bullied me mercilessly for years. Either that or you just left me out of all your games. You couldn’t stand me. No wonder I didn’t recognise you the other night. Although I suppose I should have clocked the glasses.’

  ‘You’re so wrong. We both fancied you, even then. We had wet dreams about you. We used to fight over you.’

  ‘You were always so horrible to me! And anyway, Ben’s my cousin; he couldn’t fancy me.’

  ‘That’s what he thought, until I stupidly pointed out to him that you were only second cousins, or something, and anyway, it’s not illegal.’ He reached for his glasses. ‘We fell out for years because of you.’

  Janie pulled the tangled hair off her face. ‘Don’t believe you. Ben’s never mentioned it.’

  ‘He wouldn’t – too proud. But you can ask him when he gets here. When we were last all together, we were growing up too fast. Not kids any more.’

  ‘I was fifteen, and you were both sixteen.’ She twisted her hair into a plait and let it drop down her back.

  ‘And all the games were over.’

  ‘You were taking pot shots at me with an air rifle!’ screamed Janie.

  ‘No, I was aiming for seagulls, and trying to impress you!’ Jack shook his head. ‘I was going to ask you for a date, but then you just vanished, the summer was over, and so was our childhood.’

  ‘Sentimental tosh.’

  ‘Ask him.’

  She punched him playfully and looked around the garden. They can’t have been lying there for long, but the sun had started to creep behind the row of tall trees bordering Jack’s farm, and the air was definitely cooler. There was still no sign of Jonathan or Sally. The approaching dusk suddenly jogged an old memory.

  ‘There was a moment, now you mention it,’ she murmured. ‘You and I, alone in – was it that barn, or another one? Somewhere filled with straw.’

  ‘We were playing hide-and-seek with some younger cousins of yours. It was a
hay rick out in one of the fields. We were the wrong age to be playing games like that, but the right age to be so totally sex-obsessed. But we were – or I was – whenever you were around. You and I fetched up hiding right inside the hay bales. I was so close to you. I wanted to kiss you. I don’t know how I got it so wrong, but instead of melting into my arms, you scrambled out of our hideout, screeching!’

  Janie laughed. ‘All I remember is seeing my reflection in your glasses as you bent closer and closer to me.’

  They were silent for a few moments.

  ‘He’ll be here soon,’ Jack murmured, as if to himself. Janie edged herself off him, feeling his still firm penis sliding slowly between her wet lips and thumping down onto his leg. She lay on her back for a while, looking at the sky which was very pale with the approaching sunset.

  ‘Who?’ she asked dopily when he didn’t say anything more.