Escape to the Country

by Lily Harlem

  I tipped forward and clung onto his body. This impaled me farther onto his cock and I felt a spark in my clit as his pubic bone connected. Perhaps a quick orgasm would sate me a little.

  “Oh, baby, I’m not going to last long,” he said through gritted teeth. “You feel too fucking hot and wet around my dick, and I’ve been thinking about doing this to you all afternoon.”

  I wrapped my legs tighter around him and crunched my body down for that wonderful feeling of rhythm and pressure on my needy little nub. But it was no good. It wasn’t working. He was jerking around and shafting into me randomly, hitting all the wrong nerve endings and not igniting the flame.

  “I’m coming,” I lied breathily into his ear. I dragged my hand through his wet hair and tugged. “Come with me, come with me, Tim…now.”

  I didn’t need to ask him twice. With a heaving grunt, his muscles turned to granite. His penis pulsated within me and I knew semen would be spurting up to my womb and mixing with pool water.

  “Yes, Oh, God, yes,” he said, burying his face in my neck and wrapping his arms tighter around me to drag me harder onto his cock.

  I wondered what Jane said when she came. I imagined she’d release a series of guttural groans. Dirty sounds from such a sweet mouth would be a delight to listen to, a pleasure to create. Lucky old Matt. I wished I could be him for a night.

  I opened my eyes.

  We’d spun so I was facing the kitchen window and through the semi-darkness of the window pane I could make out a pale face staring out at me. My heart stuttered. It was Jane. She didn’t look away when our eyes connected; instead, she carried on staring, watching, like a statue.

  Her expression was curious, perhaps even amused as she saw Tim finish coming deep within me in a series of juddering spasms. I wondered what she would say if she knew I’d been imagining what it would be like to fuck her. What she’d think if she knew that all the time Tim was inside me, I wanted to be inside her.

  Chapter Two

  The BBQ was delicious. The wine flowed and the steaks were perfect. Carl and Teresa were chatty and fun and keen to hear tales of London life. Carl was tall with receding mousey brown hair and a diamond earring which didn’t suit him, and Teresa was the same height as me with long bubbles of blonde hair tumbling around her pixie face.

  Jane sat next to me during dinner, and a few times, her knee pressed against mine. I didn’t move—I kept it there. I liked us being physically connected, even if it was accidental. Smelling her exotically spiced perfume, listening to the way she formed her vowels and feeling her body heat radiating onto my bare arm had me squirming with a need Tim had been unable to fulfil.

  As the meal came to an end and people wandered off to the bathroom and went to replenish drinks, Jane leant her head to mine. I wondered if she was going to mention Tim and I fucking in the pool and braced myself to apologise.

  “Can you help me with dessert, Annie?” Her silken voice glided down my neck on a burning hot breath. “Its Eaton Mess—the ice cream needs scooping and the strawberries need washing.”

  “Sure.” I smiled, standing and gathering up plates. “No problem.”

  I wandered into the kitchen with the stack of plates nestled against my white vest. “Oh, bloody hell,” I muttered as I piled them next to the sink. A line of red sauce had bled from the plates to my top. “Do you mind if I go and change?” I said, turning to Jane.

  “Go ahead.” She smiled. “It’ll take a few minutes for the ice cream to soften anyway.

  I wandered up the narrow staircase and into the bedroom Tim and I were sharing. It was a cute room with sloping ceilings and a small wardrobe built into the far wall. Everything was floral—the carpet, the wallpaper, the bedding. A total overload of flowers of every different size, shape and colour, but somehow, it worked, and I was looking forward to sleeping on the cast iron bed and waking up to the sound of birds.

  I changed my top to a small green vest which hugged my breasts tighter than the other one, but still went with my white gypsy skirt. I re-glossed my lips, added a squirt of perfume and ran a brush through my curls.

  Heading onto the landing, I noticed the room at the end of the corridor was still in darkness. The door was pushed up, nearly but not quite shut. I was about to turn away when I heard a long low groan my curiosity simply couldn’t ignore. It was a deep belly noise, like an uncontrolled spasm from a vibrating chest.

  I stepped silently up to the door. Flicked my head across the gap and tried not to think how mortified I’d be if anyone caught me nosing in darkened rooms.

  My eyes widened as my head filled with the scene looming out of the dimness.

  Matt stood with his back pressed against the far wall, his jeans heaped around his ankles, head tipped towards the ceiling and eyes screwed tight shut. Kneeling before him was Carl. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew it was him. I knew it was Carl, and I knew what he was doing to Matt.

  Matt’s hands were locked over Carl’s ears, moving his head backwards and forwards in time with the frantic thrusts of his hips. “Shit, yes, that’s it,” he said like a hiss from a punctured tyre. “Get fucking ready for it.”

  Carl’s giving Matt a blow job. That phrase ran through my head twenty times a second for the next two seconds. I really hadn’t seen that coming. Carl’s giving Matt a blow job. Carl’s giving Matt a blow job.

  Matt’s head levelled and his shoulders hunched forward. His lips pulled back in an animal-like snarl and he froze with his hips pushed deep against Carl’s face.

  Quickly, I stepped away. After he’d finished coming down Carl’s throat, Matt would open his eyes and see me watching from the doorway. I didn’t know which one of us would be the most mortified—me probably.

  I turned and came face to face with Jane.

  “Hi, Annie,” she said quietly. “I came to see if you needed to borrow a top.”

  “I…I… No, I’m fine, thanks.” I struggled to drag in a breath.

  Her gaze slipped to my chest. My breasts were heaving like mounds of jelly and the wobbling flesh threatened to spill over its containment. “I like that top better than the other one,” she said, her eyes not moving from where they’d settled.

  “I…just… Shall we go and sort out dessert?” I was keen to get her away from the image of her husband getting a blow job from another man.

  “No, I think we’ll stay up here.” She lifted a stray curl from my breast and held it between her thumb and index finger. “I like it up here, just you and me.”

  My skin ignited where her fingertip had brushed my flesh, and as she coiled the strand of hair around her finger with delicate, precise movements, I had to lean my back against the coolness of the wall for support. She placed the lock on my shoulder, and very gently, her finger traced over the strap of my vest top as if smoothing it neat.

  “Don’t worry about them.” She nodded at the bedroom where Matt and Carl could be heard shuffling about. “They always do that between main and dessert.”

  “They do?” My eyes saucered, and my mind whirled. “And you don’t mind?”

  “Hell, no.” She stepped closer and I was forced to tip my head up to look at her face. “It means I can do exactly what I want, with who I want, and Matt can’t say a thing. Not one little, teeny, tiny complaint.” The shiny pink tip of her tongue caressed the corner of her mouth.

  “Oh.” I thought she was going to kiss me. She was so close I could see every tiny freckle on her face. Her grey eyes were studying my mouth and her toes were touching mine. I licked my lips and buckled my knees.

  “Do you have that kind of relationship with Tim?” she asked. “He and Matt used to share everything, you know?”

  “They did?”

  “Yes, nothing was out of bounds.”

  “It wasn’t?”

  “They even shared me sometimes.”

  “Oh.” How did I feel about knowing Tim had slept with Jane? I played the scene in my head, like a movie, and decided there was only one overwhelmi
ng feeling, jealousy. But I wasn’t jealous of Jane getting it off with my boyfriend. I was jealous that Tim had been inside Jane. He knew what she felt like, what noises she made when she came, where she liked to be touched. I was insanely jealous that he’d done what I wanted to do right this minute.

  Our heads moved closer. I licked my lips, so did she. Closer still. The next thing I knew, her mouth was pressing on mine and mine was parting for hers. Who’d instigated it I had no idea.

  Her hot tongue probed past my teeth and swept around. I opened up farther, invited her in and relished my first time kissing a woman. Her lips were pliant and gentle, but there was urgency and confidence in them. I dipped my tongue into her mouth and delighted in her sweet, white wine flavour.

  I ran my hands over the flimsy silken material of her red dress and down her spine. Travelled onto her behind and over the tops of her thighs, smoothing the silk and absorbing heat from taut, gym-honed flesh.

  She let out a tiny whimper and leant her body forward, pressing me against the wall with her chest and hips. Her perfect breasts landed above mine and her hip bones pinned me in place. Her roaming hands caught in my mop of hair and she cradled the back of my skull as she pulled her mouth back an inch. “Let’s take this into your room,” she said on a charged outward breath. “Now, Annie.”

  The way she pronounced my name, dripping with lust, sent extra currents of energy pumping to my clit, I was going to have sex with Jane. It was the only thing that could possibly happen next. I was going to touch her gorgeous body all over, feel her writhe beneath my fingers. I was determined to find out how she looked and sounded when she came.

  I pressed my hand into the small of her back and practically shoved her into my room. My heart thudded like a jungle drum and my pussy contracted in anticipation. I shut the door with a quite click and turned to face her.

  She was the epitome of self control and poise and stood elegantly at the end of the bed, toeing off her heels. My control and poise, however, were nowhere in sight. Tim had wound me up hours ago, and like a bomb, I was ready to go off. But still, I hesitated. Was I cheating on Tim if I fucked Jane?

  “Tim won’t mind,” Jane said as if reading my thoughts. “In fact, he’d probably enjoy the show. So would Matt, come to think of it.”

  “You think?”

  “Sure.” Jane undid three buttons on the front of her dress, slid the spaghetti straps over the delicate slopes of her shoulders and let the material shimmy down her body. It landed in a heap on the floor.

  She stood before me totally naked.

  My mouth watered.

  Thoughts of Tim flew from my mind as I studied the way the twilight seeping through the window hit her skin. Gold and amber danced over her and made her glow like an unearthly goddess. Her hair was a flame, sparking and flashing as she tipped her head and smiled. She ran a slender hand over the pale triangle of pubes at her pussy as if inviting me to do the same.

  And then I was next to her, my palms cupping her breasts. They were even more exquisite than I’d imagined, light and subtle, smooth as silk. I brushed my thumbs over her tiny, neat nipples and felt them respond immediately.

  She let out a little sigh and leaned towards me. “You haven’t been with a girl before, have you, Annie?”

  I shook my head.

  “Oh, that’s so sweet and utterly perfect. Just do what feels right and it will be, it will be right.” She moved back a pace and sat on the bed. “Do what you want to me and then it will be our turn with you.”

  Her words were like an electric shock, a red rag to a bull, and suddenly, I was at the mercy of my ravenous urges. They were let loose like a dam breaking its banks and roared through me like a tidal wave. My mouth hit hers, our teeth touched briefly. I pressed her onto the coolness of the duvet until she was lying flat. She moaned at my sudden domination. My hands were on her tits again, squeezing and massaging, more urgent this time. I travelled them lower, onto her nipped waist and over her angled hips. I was greedy. I wanted to touch her everywhere at once but didn’t know where to start.

  Yes, I did.

  I dropped my knees on the floor and with confident, insistent hands parted her long, fair thighs. I felt a tremble beneath her creamy flesh. She let out a whimper and fisted the duvet. Her legs opened up completely for me—there was no resistance.

  I stopped and stared. Her pussy was so neat and pretty. In the half light, I could make out long ridges of flesh, tapering towards her vagina. She was glistening with arousal, like a million tiny stars pouring from her secret folds. The only thought in my head was to taste her, feed off her, give her what she needed with my tongue. I tipped forward, tongue ready like a finely tuned instrument, and swept the tip over where I imagined her clit to be. I found it ready and waiting beneath its protective hood, already swelling with need.

  She groaned and placed a hand on my head. “Do it how you wish Tim would do it to you,” she said.

  I flattened my tongue and began to sashay and slide over the length of her labia, constantly coming back to her clit and, each time, giving it several deep rotations. She tasted salty and spiced, exotic and feminine, and moaned in approval as I let her flavour coat my lips, my chin and the tip of my nose.

  My fingers slid up her thigh and, having revealed her snug hole with my tongue, made quick work of pushing into her. Her hips bucked as I sent two digits quickly into the second knuckle. Her internal muscles gripped me as if asking for more, so I added a third finger deep into her wetness and concentrated my tongue on her erect clit.

  “Oh, Annie, you’re going to make me come so quick,” she said curling her spine forward and reaching into my hair with fretful fingers. Her hips thrust farther into my face and she rode my hand and mouth like a rodeo cowboy.

  I tipped my fingertips forward and rubbed the small pad of ridged flesh I found there. She gasped and dropped back on the bed. I’d found her g-spot. I increased the pressure as I fucked my hand in and out. I added a fourth finger and felt her opening strain to accommodate me, the taut flesh thinning around my invasion.

  “Oh, yes, so good, please, don’t stop,” she cried, thrashing her head from side to side.

  I had no intention of stopping. I couldn’t have stopped if a nuclear bomb had gone off. Making Jane orgasm was the only thing in the world to me. It was all that mattered.

  And then she was there. A part gasp, part squeal flew from her lips. Her back arched as though it might snap and her whole body froze. I continued my labours my fingers thrust even harder and faster. My other hand held back the flesh at her mound and I pressed into her stomach, keeping her exactly where I wanted her.

  Then like a spring, she twanged forward. “Yes, oh, yes,” she wailed. “Yes, sweet, virgin girl, yes.”

  Beneath my tongue, her labia pulsed and her bulging clit spasmed up and down. Around my fingers, her vagina contracted, squeezing and milking me. I kept on going. My own clit was flying—one touch and I, too, would have exploded.

  She pulled away, pushed up and scissored her legs together. I followed and knelt my clothed body over her naked one so my bent legs straddled her hips. I wiped at the moisture on my face.

  “Oh, that was perfect,” she said on a tight sigh as she gave a final shudder. “Just perfect, Annie.”

  I tugged at my top and whisked it over my head, fumbled to remove my bra then dropped to let our breasts touch.

  She smiled up at me, her lips lazy, then wrapped her hands around my elbows and glanced with glazed eyes over my left shoulder.

  I followed her line of sight.

  “That was so fucking hot, Annie,” Tim said, looming over my back with an expression of crazed lust on his face. “So fucking hot. I nearly came in my pants watching that little show… Jeez.”

  I froze.

  Jane giggled and our breasts rubbed together.

  “You haven’t changed a bit, Jane,” he said, fiddling with his fly as if it was perfectly normal to have watched me giving oral sex to another woman.
/>   “No, but you have. You’re only into her now, aren’t you? No-one else will do it for you.”

  “Yes,” he said, standing behind me and shoving my voluminous skirt over my bare back. “Annie is the one for me, today, tomorrow and every day after that, but…” He looped my knickers over my ankles and let my feet hang over the end of the bed, “I’m not opposed to sharing her with you guys to find out what works best for her delectable little body.” He wrapped his fingers around my hips and pulled me backwards.

  “But…” I said as his erection prodded my entrance. “But I thought…”

  “Shh,” Jane said, smoothing a hand down my cheek. “Don’t think, just feel. Let us make you feel good, Annie. We all know you faked it in the pool earlier. Let us find out what you really want. After this weekend, you’ll never need to fake it again.”

  “No, I didn’t.” I was terrified Tim would take offence at what she’d just said about faking it. “It was great. I’ve never faked it…”

  I couldn’t carry on lying because Jane reached up and plundered her tongue into my mouth at the same time Tim forged his dick into my dripping pussy. He let out a long, low groan which matched mine, only mine was caught in Jane’s throat.

  I was filled to capacity, cradled between two beautiful bodies. Tim’s cock was suddenly hitting all the right places from behind and my g-spot was crying out for him. He was stretching me and filling me deliciously.

  “Is that good?” Jayne breathed onto my lips. “He does it good like this, doesn’t he?”

  I looked into her earnest eyes as Tim pulled out and forged in again.

  “But I know what you really want,” she said. “You want me to touch you, don’t you?”

  I nodded. “Yes, yes.” My clit was crying out for a type of attention I knew she’d understand.

  She smiled, let go of my left arm, slanted her shoulders and slid her hand down between our bodies. Tim was going for long, slow strokes, pulling me onto him then pushing me away. It felt heavenly but it wasn’t enough.

  Then Jane touched me. With dexterous fingers, she parted the flesh surrounding my clit and began to explore with small rotations. I moaned and fluttered my eyes shut. Fireworks exploded behind my eyelids and my breath caught in my chest. She went farther down to Tim’s dick and I heard him groan as she tunnelled her fingers around the base of his shaft. She probed higher and slid into me in time with his thrusts, widening his already thick dick and making me sting deliciously with the effort of accommodating them both.