As Seth worked the scythe beads of sweat had begun to
form on his skin, to move slowly down over the bare muscles of his back and
chest and soak in to the trousers of faded green canvas that clung to his lower
body. Fenella watched from the corner of her eye, pretending to study the
subjective clock while in reality studying his physique and enjoying the little
shudders of anxiety she felt each time he moved into a position that displayed
the conspicuous bulge in the crotch of the old green trousers. Seth Mullins,
she felt, was a man in the primeval sense of the word: powerful, deliberate,
capable, but above all virile, a creature of the earth who would barely need to
look at a woman to leave her pregnant.
In practise she knew he would need to climb on top of
her, or possibly make her kneel on all fours, insert his over-sized penis into
the tiny hole between her thighs and thrust himself into her until he reached
orgasm, a thought that sent another shudder of delicious fear through her body.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, he didn’t seem aware of her presence, but
continued to work in his tireless, methodical fashion, sweeping the scythe in
broad arcs to lay the June grass flat and never once lifting his eyes to where
she stood at the garden fence.
When she finally turned her gaze back to the subjective
clock she discovered that it hadn’t moved at all, for all that Seth had managed
to mow a swathe some fifty metres in length. A glance at her watch confirmed
the reading and she gave a thoughtful nod before reaching up to adjust the
dials. Her task done, she glanced around in search of another reason to remain
in the garden and within sight of Seth and his alarming physique, only for her
artlessly casual expression to change to consternation as she saw the familiar
figure of Annabelle Winterbourne coming towards her across the garden.
There was no mistaking Annabelle. Tall, slim at the waist
but with all the right curves, an abundance of rich gold hair and improbably
firm, bronzed flesh, she gave the impression that she’d just stepped from the
pages of one of the more exclusive fashion magazines, or possibly from a
catwalk show dedicated to the display of deliberately shocking designer styles.
More of her body was bare than not, including her perfectly sculpted midriff
and seemingly endless legs, while her tight top and tiny skirt appeared intended
to provoke outrage rather than to conceal her curves. Elegant but impractical
shoes, shades and a large sun hat completed her ensemble, while the smile she
wore as she approached held far more condescension than warmth.
‘Hello, Annabelle,’ Fenella sighed. ‘What are you doing
here?’
‘He’s very fine, isn’t he?’ Annabelle replied, looking at
Seth with critical and unashamed appraisal. ‘Like one of Daddy’s prize bulls. I
suppose you were thinking about what he could do with you?’
‘No,’ Fenella lied.
‘Oh yes, you were,’ Annabelle went on. ‘You were thinking
of how he’d carry you off across his shoulder, to a quiet corner of the meadow,
where he’d lay you down in the hay and rip off your clothes in a frenzy of
passion, panties and all. Then he’d fuck you.’
Fenella’s face was burning with blushes and Annabelle
laughed, then carried on.
‘You would love that, wouldn’t you? What a shame it can
never happen. After all, he couldn’t possibly be interested in a scruffy little
moppet like you.’
‘What did you call me?’ Fenella demanded.
‘A scruffy little moppet,’ Annabelle replied, ‘or, if you
prefer the term, a ragamuffin, or a scallywag, but definitely scruffy, and
definitely little.’
‘I’m as tall as you are, or I would be if you didn’t have
those ridiculous heels on!’
‘My heels are Paco y Estaban and cost rather more than
you live on for a month, while when I say you’re little I’m not referring to
your height, but to your being. Everything about you is little; the way you
dress, the way you act, not to mention your tits. You ought to get a boob job.’
‘I’m quite happy the way I am, thank you.’
‘Are you?’ Annabelle scoffed. ‘I wouldn’t be. Look at
you, in your tatty old overalls, with oil all over you and hair like an
explosion in a haystack, a bright red haystack, and as for those ridiculous
goggles!’
‘I was stripping down an engine.’
‘Somehow I’m not surprised. Face
it, Fenella, you’re a geek, and a mad geek at that, nearly as mad as your
father.’
‘My father’s a genius,’ Fenella answered.
‘Your father’s a loony, a retard, a loser,’ Annabelle
insisted. ‘Daddy only let’s him stay here because they were at school together,
and believe me, if I had my way you’d be out on your ear tomorrow.’
‘You wouldn’t have anybody to torment,’ Fenella pointed
out. ‘Don’t touch that!’
‘What is it?’ Annabelle demanded, ignoring the
instruction as she began to fiddle with the subjective clock.
‘It’s...,’ Fenella began and broke off. ‘You wouldn’t
understand, but please could you leave it alone?’
Annabelle ignored her but quickly lost interest in the
clock. Seth had reached the end of a row and put down his scythe in order to
take a swallow from a flagon he’d placed in the shade of a hedge to keep cool.
Both girls watched as he drank, with his head tilted back and the corded
muscles of his neck moving as he swallowed, and when a trickle of liquid
escaped his mouth to run down over his chest Fenella found herself stifling a
sigh.
‘That I have to have,’ Annabelle said, ‘right now.’
‘What about your father?’ Fenella asked.
‘I wasn’t planning to tell him,’ Annabelle answered, now
waving to Seth, ‘and besides, I can handle Daddy.’
‘I’m sure you can,’ Fenella remonstrated, ‘but if he
finds out, he’ll give Seth the sack.’
‘Who’s going to tell him?’ Annabelle countered. ‘You
won’t will you, with your precious conscience, and there’s nobody else about.
Anyway, it won’t be the first time.’
Fenella didn’t answer. Seth was coming towards them,
loping across the fresh mown hay with an easy, animal grace, his mouth set in a
wide, lose grin. As he drew close he pulled at the lick of dark, sweat slick
hair that hung over his forehead, a supposedly respectful gesture that still
managed to come across as familiar, even insolent, while his eyes were taking
in Annabelle’s figure with a relish he did nothing to hide. Fenella’s stomach
had started to flutter, while she was sure that the bulge in his trousers had
grown larger, although she was forcing herself not to look.
‘Miss Winterbourne,’ Seth addressed them, ‘Miss James.’
‘There’s something I need you to do for me, Seth,’
Annabelle said, her voice pure honey.
‘I’m sure I can do for you very well, Miss Winterbourne,’
Seth answered, his gaze moving to the scarlet clad glory of her chest.
‘Yes, I think you get the idea,’ Annabelle went on. ‘Come
over.’
Seth vaulted the fence, his grin broader and more
suggestive still as he stepped close. Fenella caught the scent of his skin and
found herself going weak, and Annabelle seemed completely confident, reaching
out to trace a slow line down the middle of his chest, between the broad, flat
muscles to where his belt held his trousers tight around his waist. Seth
accepted the attention as his due, allowing Annabelle to explore, but when he
reached out to take hold of her she stepped back, wagging her finger in his
face as she spoke.
‘Uh, uh, no touching, not yet. This is Massimo Fiori and
I don’t want your grubby mits all over it. Come into the shed, and meanwhile,
if you want to grope something, grope Fenella.’
‘Annabelle!’ Fenella protested, stepping hastily back.
‘And not in the shed. My father’s...’
‘Up in London,’ Annabelle finished for her, ‘and won’t be
back for hours. Come along, Seth.’
She’d taken his hand, both of them ignoring Fenella
completely as they tripped across the rough grass that bordered the lawn to
where the long, corrugated iron shed stood among ancient apple trees. Fenella
followed, still remonstrating but to no effect whatsoever. Reaching the shed,
Seth had quickly pulled open the side door, ushering Annabelle inside with a
pat to her bottom.
‘No touching, I said,’ Annabelle told him, ‘not until
I’ve got my clothes off. Keep a look out, Fenella, and no peeking.’
‘You can’t do... things in the shed, Annabelle!’ Fenella
insisted as she followed them inside. ‘It’s my father’s workshop.’
‘I’m not going to touch his crazy stuff,’ Annabelle
answered as she pulled up her top. ‘That’s a cool trike, I’ll give him that.
Here, hold my clothes, and do not let them touch anything dirty, including your
overalls.’
‘It’s not a trike, and you can’t just...,’ Fenella began,
but trailed off as Annabelle’s breasts came bare.
They were large but extraordinary firm, pushing out from
her chest in two heavy balls of perfect girl flesh, each tipped by a hard, dark
nipple, a sigh that provoked envy, embarrassment and an uncomfortable desire to
touch in Fenella, who stood blushing as Annabelle passed her the top. Seth had
no such reservations, reaching out with a low growl to take one big breast in
either hand, pawing at Annabelle’s flesh and rubbing his thumbs over her
nipples.
‘Patience, you big oaf,’
Annabelle chided, ‘at least let me get my skirt and knickers off. Take these,
Fenella.’
Seth ignored her, still pawing at her breasts as she
struggled out of her shoes, skirt and panties, passing each to Fenella. Her
bottom and belly were no less glorious than her breasts and Seth had
immediately closed with her, his hands now cupping one boob and one plump
bottom cheek as he pressed his mouth to hers. Annabelle responded, her fingers
now at his belt, which she’d quickly tugged open.
Fenella stood rooted to the spot, her face and chest hot
with blushes, her own nipples painfully hard, unable to tear her eyes away as
Annabelle pulled open the buttons of Seth’s fly. His trousers to fall to his
knees and he had nothing underneath, exposing a thick, dark skinned cock
already half stiff with blood. Annabelle took him in hand, tugging at his shaft
as they kissed, only to suddenly pull back.
‘Scram, moppet,’ she ordered Fenella. ‘I thought I told
you to keep watch? Now Seth, I’m going to do something very nice for you, but
that’s all, this time. Do you understand?’
‘What’s to understand?’ he asked, trying to close with
her once more.
‘Uh, uh,’ she answered, ‘if you want to play you do as
you’re told, and I’m not safe, so that means you get a suck. Will you get out
of here, Fenella! What are you, some kind of pervert?’
She’d sat down as she spoke, lowering her bottom rather
doubtfully onto an ancient, paint streaked chair, which left her face level
with Seth’s huge, dark cock. Fenella withdrew, closing the door behind her to
stand with her back to the wall of the shed, trembling and gulping in air as
she struggled with her feelings. Just the sight of Seth’s cock had been enough
to fill her with a desperate longing to present herself to him for penetration,
in any position he chose, while the thought of taking him in her mouth was both
horrifying and painfully desirable. Yet Annabelle had asked for that same awful
act of her own accord, and was presumably now enjoying herself as she sucked on
Seth’s erect penis.
It was impossible not to watch. With her blushes hotter
than ever, she moved to the nearest window, peering in through the pane with
her head full of guilty, helpless arousal as she saw what was going on.
Annabelle sat as before, stark naked but for her big red hat, which she’d
tilted back on her head so that she could get at Seth’s cock. Her face was
plainly visible, her eyes closed in bliss, her painted lips wide around the
thick, gnarled shaft of his truly monstrous erection, so big that Fenella was
certain it could never, ever fit inside her. Just to look at it was terrifying,
and all the more so as Annabelle drew back to reveal the full, straining
length, glistening wet and shiny with pressure.
He was grinning as he watched her suck, with his hands
resting on outthrust hips, confident and virile and utterly male, but for all
his open delight in what was happening, Annabelle seemed to be the one getting
most of the pleasure. Not only did her expression suggest absolute bliss, but
she was playing with her breasts as she sucked, with one heavy globe in each
hand as her fingers moved over her nipples. Fenella grimaced, fighting the urge
to touch herself in the same way and urgently wishing she was somewhere else
for all that she was unable to pull away from the window.
Only the thought of somebody catching her allowed her to
finally turn her back to the wall once more, but she was quite alone, with the
garden drowsing in the warm June sunlight and no sound but the drone of insects
and the wet noises of Annabelle sucking on Seth’s cock. Before long she had
turned to look once more, as guilty as before, to discover a scene ruder still.
Annabelle was still playing with her breasts, but one handed and using the
other to tug at the base of Seth’s cock and tease his balls, while her sucking
had grown urgent and fast. Seth in turn was plainly in ecstasy, his head thrown
back and his mouth wide.
Fenella began to sob, no longer able to hold back as she
put a hand to her chest to feel the outline of one small, high breast through
her overalls. Her nipple felt exquisitely sensitive even through three layers
of material, tempting her to get herself bare and touch, just the way Annabelle
was, and preferably with Seth’s huge cock buried deep in her mouth at the same
time. She was sure he’d let her, if only she found the courage to ask, but
before her thoughts could go any further he gave a deep grunt and snatched his
cock, jerking frantically at his shaft as he came to orgasm in Annabelle’s
mouth. Her eyes popped wide as she struggled to swallow, the expression on her
face changed to surprise, shock and for one brief instant to disgust, an
emotion Fenella shared but not without a touch of amusement and even cruelty.
Again she drew back from the window, more
confused and more aroused than ever, at once relieved and regretful that Seth
was spent. Yet the temptation to touch herself was still strong, and not just
to stroke her breasts, but to slip a hand inside her clothes, down her panties
and between her thighs. Only her sense of embarrassment stopped her doing it,
but she knew that it would happen, once she was alone and secure in her bed,
naked with her thighs spread wide as she took herself to guilty ecstasy.
‘Now you,’ Annabelle said from within the shed. ‘Lick
me.’
‘Lick you?’ Seth answered doubtfully. ‘What for?’
‘So I can come, stupid!’
Annabelle answered.
‘That’s not the way of it,’ Seth answered her. ‘If you
wanted that, you should’ve let me put it in you.’
‘Just do it, will you!’ Annabelle demanded. ‘I sucked
your cock, now lick. Why do you always have to be so obstinate?’
‘I’ve told you before. It’s not right, not for a man.’
‘Oh come on, Seth, don’t be a
pig about it, I need to come... please?’
Her voice had changed from haughty and demanding to
pleading in a moment, and as Fenella risked another peep in at the window she
found Seth doing up his belt, plainly no longer interested in sex. Annabelle’s
hat had fallen off and she was now stark naked, with her thighs set wide on the
chair, all too obviously in need, but Seth was unimpressed.
‘It’s not right,’ he told her, ‘not that, not for any
kind of a man. What do you think they’d say down in the village?’
‘I don’t know and I don’t care,’
Annabelle answered. ‘Just do it, please? I won’t tell anybody.’
‘These things get out,’ Seth answered, ‘so, thanking you
very much, Miss Annabelle, but I’d best be getting back to my mowing.’
‘Pig!’ Annabelle stormed, but Seth had already left,
tugging his forelock to Fenella as he passed.
‘Miss James,’ he said, gave her a sly wink and left,
whistling tunelessly as he vaulted the fence and started back to where he’d
left his scythe.
Fenella found herself smiling, but managed to put on a
straight face as she entered the shed once more.
‘Men!’ Annabelle snapped. ‘The bastard wouldn’t even give
me a little lick. Oh well, you’ll just have to do.’
‘Me!’ Fenella exclaimed, her smug feelings evaporating on
the instant. ‘I...’
‘Don’t play little miss innocent with me, Fenella,’
Annabelle interrupted. ‘You’ve been with girls before, Lucy Callington and
Charlotte Nugent, so just get licking.’
Fenella’s hands had gone to her face in a vain attempt to
hide her burning, crimson blushes, but she had no answer to Annabelle’s
accusation, and for all her shock and shame there was no denying the urge to
get down on her knees and bury her face between Annabelle’s thighs. Only her
already badly dented pride allowed her to offer a retort.
‘What if I don’t happen to find you attractive?’ she
demanded, sticking her nose into the air.
‘Everybody finds me attractive,’ Annabelle answered.
‘I...,’ Fenella began and broke off, pouting badly as she
looked at Annabelle from the corner of one eye.
‘Just do it,’ Annabelle demanded. ‘I know you lick,
Fenella, and I know you want to lick me, so you needn’t look so sulky. There’s
no good fighting it, because you know you’re going to end up on your knees
anyway.’
‘But, Annabelle, I...’
‘Come on, moppet, down you go.’
‘But, Annabelle...’
‘Come on, moppet.’
‘But...’
‘Come on!’
‘Oh, alright, but only if you promise not to tell?’
‘I promise,’ Annabelle said, now leaning back in the
chair with her thighs well spread, ‘now get licking.’
Fenella put Annabelle’s clothes and shoes to one side and
sank down, thoroughly ashamed of herself but unable to deny the appeal of
Annabelle’s beautiful, golden body, or her haughty manner. Kneeling at her feet
not only felt exciting, but appropriate in a way she didn’t even want to admit
to herself, let alone to Annabelle, and which was all the more galling for the
other girl’s insufferable air of superiority. Still she hesitated, her eyes
glued to the soft bulge of Annabelle’s sex, pink and smooth but for a neatly
trimmed triangle of dark gold hair.
‘Come on, Fenella,’ Annabelle urged, crooking a finger,
‘you know you want to.’
Fenella found herself nodding, but before she could pluck
up the courage to overcome her feelings Annabelle had leant forward. A squeak
of shock escaped Fenella’s lips as she was taken firmly by the hair and pulled
forward, to have her face rubbed between Annabelle’s thighs, and before she
really knew what she was doing she had stuck her tongue out and begun to lick.
Annabelle responded with a happy sigh, as much relief as pleasure, and let her
legs come open a little further, but kept a tight grip in Fenella’s hair.
‘That’s right, just there,’ she said softly and gave a
low, satisfied purr before she went on. ‘You’re are good, Fenella, surprisingly
good for a grubby little geek.’
She broke off with a long sigh as Fenella began to lick
faster, full of resentment for what she was being made to do, and for the way
Annabelle spoke to her, but determined to do her best through sheer pride. It
was also nice, and made her want to touch herself, but she held back, knowing
that Annabelle would want to watch, and was sure to laugh and make rude
comments at her expense. She knew it would happen later anyway, and hoped she
could keep her thoughts on Seth rather than Annabelle while she lay in the warm
darkness of her room with her fingers busy between her open thighs.