2 comments/ 9289 views/ 0 favorites Jennifer's Obsession: Secrets By: methylation Alan looked into her eyes, piercingly. "There's something I've got to tell you, Jen, and it's serious... very serious," he said, staring so hard at her now she suddenly started to feel a little uneasy. The people, the shops, the traffic; it all seemed to melt away and left them feeling as if they were the only two things left on the planet. Christ, what on earth is he going to say to me, she thought, but drawing a blank. I've never seen him looking like this... never. Alan gulped and then took a deep breath of air whilst Jennifer felt as if she'd got a huge, wriggling snake in her tummy in place of her intestines. She felt his grip tighten at her shoulders as he pulled her face to within inches of his. "Now listen carefully..." he said, as if what he was about to say could well be his last words. Jennifer tried to shuffle backwards a little but he was holding her unnervingly tight. "Jen..." He pulled her even closer. "I want us to run away together," he blurted so quickly he looked as if he hadn't really said anything. Jennifer's mind had been racing so fast it took several seconds for what he'd said to catch up. She felt her body droop with relief and her head tilted back, smiling, as her tunnel-vision righted itself and her surroundings came flooding back to her sense of awareness. "I thought you were going to say something terrible then, you sod," she said, laughing, as she playfully slapped his chest. Alan's hold on her hadn't relaxed, though, and neither had his expression. "You're serious," she said, the realisation bringing her body to a standstill. "Yes... I am," he said, solemnly. "Well?" he continued. The shock of his revelation set her mind off racing again, but not as much as earlier. She gulped and looked a little sheepish. "I... I can't," she said instinctively, her eyes darting back and forth as if she might find an explanation for him written on one of the buildings or alongside a passing bus. She felt his grip on her shoulders slip away and he'd adopted the look of a condemned man. Jennifer couldn't help but feel sorry for him and at the same time thinking how much he'd changed – he'd always seemed so in control before, but now... "I had to ask... just in case," he muttered, almost lifelessly. "Come on, let's talk about it," she said, taking him by the hand and leading him out of the bee hive of the street and in through the glass doors as if he were her child. A good heart-to-heart and some two hours later, Jennifer was making her way home. Her mind was overflowing with all the things they'd spoken about; her problem included. How such seemingly insignificant incidents can affect you so profoundly, and even dictate your conduct in later life was one of her wonders as she pulled off from the motorway and began trundling her way through the maze of streets that would eventually lead her home. She was still puzzling over life in general and how difficult it all is, especially after Alan told her his story about denial and filling voids. Sometimes you've just got to wonder as to whether it's all worth it, she thought, as the welcome sight of the budding oak trees lining the avenue she lived at came into view. They start afresh every year, she pondered, so can us humans... Her back straightened up and she began feeling more positive. Although they do bear scars of events in years past and I suppose that does ultimately affect how they turn out... she continued, thinking that if an organism that doesn't have the capacity for self-awareness but is still altered by its life experiences, then what Alan was saying earlier wasn't just some psycho-babble and really is a natural phenomena that can express itself physically and/or mentally, depending on the organism in question. But they do continue to do the best they can whatever their past may have been, she thought, they'll never give up trying to do what they're designed to do; they'll do their utmost to survive and reproduce, no matter what. Something she saw broke her chain of thought and she jumped a little as she turned into her drive – Andrew's car was parked out front and he wasn't due back until tomorrow. She quickly parked alongside his Saab and jumped out. I've been into the city window-shopping, she told herself quickly, worrying that he may ask where she'd been – she hadn't told him about her problem for obvious reasons so she hadn't told him about her trip to the psychiatrists, and perhaps she was experiencing some degree of guilt about what she'd done with the psychiatrist because it wasn't as if Andrew would ask where she'd been anyway; he wasn't like that. As she hurried up the stone steps to the door, it flung open. Andrew burst out. "I've been ringing you for ages, where've you been?" Andrew bellowed, looking uncharacteristically 'out-of-sorts'. Jennifer felt herself swallowing nothing and her mouth suddenly became dry. "Window-shopping... the battery must have gone in my phone; I'll just go and get it from the car," she mumbled, as she nervously turned around and began descending the steps on shaky legs thinking how she'd pointlessly turned her phone off before she went into the psychiatrists because she'd ended up leaving it in the car anyway. "Never mind; you're here now," Andrew said, turning and walking into the living-room. Jennifer hurried in behind wondering what could be the matter with him, fixing her hair as she went as well as brushing her dress down. She entered the living room to see Andrew sat at the edge of his armchair with his head bowed and holding his forehead with his right hand. She rushed in and sat herself on the edge of the sofa. "What on earth's the matter," she said, twiddling her fingers whilst looking at the fireplace. "Has anything different happened these last few days, or has anyone unusual called around?" he asked, still not looking at her and still holding his forehead. The last few days' events flowed through her mind; she looked over towards the window as the sexual encounters popped up as if to project them to the outside in case Andrew somehow picked up on them. "No... I don't think so... No! There was something but I'm not sure," she said, as the hazy memory of two intruders came to mind. "What the fuck do you mean; you're not sure. Either there was something or there wasn't," he rasped. Jennifer was taken aback by his intolerance of her indecision but decided now wasn't the time to pursue that particular issue. "I thought I saw... no, heard someone, in the house, and then later I thought I saw someone but when I went to see; they'd gone," she said, trying to block out the series of events after that but found herself wondering how odd it was she hadn't seen James since. Andrew took his hand away from his forehead and looked at Jennifer; the act of doing so made her twiddle her fingers that bit faster. "Look, I've been working on this project..." he said, looking at the floor now. "...and... uh... I've gotten myself involved with these rather unsavoury characters to say the least," he continued. Jennifer slowed the 'twiddling' down somewhat and listened carefully. "I wanted to investigate 'Black Magic'," he said, his tone making a mockery of the subject. "I'd intended on producing a couple of works on the occult, so I got friendly with the right people – making out I was into that sort of thing - and was invited to be 'initiated' into their circle." His tone continued to mock. "So I thought 'great', and went along to one of their 'gatherings' in the woods one night... only it was all a bit... disturbing I think is the word of choice, and I just didn't want anything more to do with it," he said, slapping his thighs as if to signify he'd finished talking. It didn't make a lot of sense to Jennifer - Why ask if anything different's happened? Why are you home now? Why would someone unusual possibly call around? "And?" Jennifer's face wrinkled up in puzzlement as she held her hands out in front with palms facing up. He looked at her, not saying anything for a few seconds, but then ran his fingers through his hair and begun. "Well, they didn't take kindly to my rejecting them, especially after I attended one of their gatherings, and I was promised there would be 'consequences' of some kind which I thought laughable at the time, because I got the impression he was implying there'd be some 'demon' from the 'dark side' out to get me." Andrew was adding to the drama of it all with hand gestures and funny faces while Jennifer tried to work out whether he was playing some sort of prank on her. "But later I thought – because of how fucking nuts they all are – that they might be crazy enough to... I don't know... burn our house down or have us beaten to death or something; I wouldn't put anything past them." (Andrew was managing to appear quite convincing, Jennifer thought.) "Worse still; I started to worry about – now don't laugh at me..." Although Andrew was laughing at himself at this point from thinking about what he was about to say. "...but I started to worry that they may might have cast some 'spell' on me or you or both of us even, and I couldn't get it out of my mind so that's why I'm here now. And when I got back and you weren't here; I tried to phone you. I couldn't get a hold of you on your phone and I nearly fucking flipped. I can't believe I've let something like this get to me – it's fucking stupid." Andrew shook his head in disbelief at himself whilst Jennifer still wasn't entirely sure if it was all some kind of joke and was somewhat unsure as to how to react. Jennifer rose to her feet and walked over to the window, leaning on the sill and looking out at the oak trees. "Perhaps you've just been working too hard lately, and you need a rest," she said, wondering whether all this was for real or not. Black magic, spells, midnight gatherings in the woods, she thought, it's not real; nobody does that sort of thing – not here at least. Andrew got to his feet and stood behind Jennifer. He hugged her around the waist. "I think you're right you know," he said, as he squeezed her tighter and started to feel a whole lot better for having her in his arms. Andrew did as Jennifer suggested and had decided to stay at home for a while. For the last few days he'd been pottering about the house, doing the occasional bit of work from home and generally taking it easy. Jennifer meanwhile - seeing as Andrew seemed to be okay after telling her about his worry - continued with her work as normal. On the Saturday morning the sun was shining bright against a deep-blue backdrop; it was an ideal start to any day, but on a Saturday too – it doesn't get much better than that! Jennifer had risen at the crack of dawn; she was heading off across country today to meet up with Joanne, a good friend since schooldays. She'd moved about a year ago now, for a promotion and to live in a nice part of the country; she was offered a consultant grade position in a beautiful place called Castleton – it was an offer she just couldn't refuse. Anyway, Jennifer had arranged to go and stay the night and was looking forward to it something terrible – she and Joanne have had some fantastic times over the years and now that she'd moved away, there was always so much to talk about as well. At about seven-thirty Jennifer had tossed her bag into the boot of her car and was heading back into the house to kiss Andrew goodbye – he was still in bed. "Love you," she whispered, and kissed him lightly on the cheek while pulling the quilt up over his shoulders; he was still sleeping. She skipped down the stairs, out through the door – remembering to close it quietly – jumped into her car, and excitedly set off on her two-hundred- mile journey. After some pleasing scenery, a generally pleasant journey, and some three hours later, Jennifer arrived in Castleton. (She'd been there once before; she'd helped Joanne with the move and spent a few days there helping her to settle in.) Joanne rushed out of her picturesque cottage as Jennifer's car parked up on the flag-stone drive out front. By the time Jennifer had made it through to the room she was staying in, Joanne must have told her about a year's worth of gossip already. The rest of the day was much the same, with Jennifer matching her all the way, while they toured some of the sights of Castleton. One of the sights was a large castle – probably how Castleton came to be called such – and Joanne had told Jennifer how the place was supposed to be haunted and there were a few local stories of people having gone insane after spending the evening there; the usual sort of folklore attached to something so old and so full of history. Later that evening, after washing away the day's activity with long, relaxing baths, they'd excitedly changed into their 'night-wear' and had skipped off down to the village pub - The Raven's Head. It was one of those old, cottage style pubs with peg-stone tiles on its roof, ivy all over its outside walls which was broken up by pretty little windows, and exposed oak beams with real log-burning fireplaces and the like on the inside; all very original looking and a lot of it may well have been original. Mmm, It's got a cosy, homely feel to it, Jennifer thought as she and Joanne stood at the bar acquiring their first drinks of the evening and commanding considerable attention from the other patrons, the male ones – Jennifer was wearing her favourite, tight, black dress with the usual lack of any underwear whatsoever, while Joanne adorned herself in a similar dress but in white, which had the effect of nicely enhancing the tan she'd acquired from her recent stay in Greece. "Two whiskies please Carol," Joanne said, eagerly, to the rather plump and quite miserable-looking bar-maid. (They'd decided to try a re-run of one of their many drunken, student nights where on the one in mind they'd consumed nothing but whisky all evening and had themselves an absolutely crazy time – they were praying for the same effect tonight.) Jennifer tapped her fingers on the richly-coloured and highly-polished surface of the mahogany bar as she awaited her drink, taking in the pleasant surroundings and soaking up the crafty, flattering glances from the opposite sex as she did so. Their first drinks arrived. They snatched them up from the bar and clinked their glasses together. "Old times," Jennifer said, smiling, and almost tasting the whisky even before it had touched her lips. Joanne nodded. Their first shot went down in one without having left the bar, as did the next, and the one after that; a couple of older ladies present began tutting and shaking their heads in disgust while their partners looked on, cursing themselves for having brought their better halves out with them tonight. Having gotten ahead of themselves they took their forth shot of the evening to a vacant table nearby where they could relax a little while the whisky's effects caught up; the bar-maid almost smiled as she sat herself down on a stool behind the bar and studied a crossword in, by the look of it, a woman's magazine. Joanne pulled out a chair and sat herself down, looking and feeling quite radiant. Jennifer placed her little black hand-bag on the table alongside her whisky. "I'm just nipping to the toilets," Jennifer said, grinning, as she turned and strutted like an in-season bitch across the bar to the toilets. Joanne laughed to herself as she watched the men's heads predictably follow Jennifer as if she were on stage. Two minutes later, Jennifer repeated the performance but in the opposite direction, smiling confidently at each and every man as she passed them by and enjoying the cool breeze that swept through the naked valley between her legs. "You cock-tease," Joanne said, feeling like they were back in the University bar. "Your turn," Jennifer said, before sipping at her drink as she sat herself down. Joanne nodded in agreement and finished her shot in one. Jennifer quickly finished hers and handed the empty glass to Joanne who was now standing at her side and waiting to go to the bar. Before she took the glass from her, she tugged her left strap down from her shoulder to leave it hang loose at her elbow area. She strode over to the bar, purposely walking quite heavily to make her larger than average breasts shudder and vibrate; the movement caused the front-left of her dress to reeve and slip downwards by several millimetres which was just enough to sexily reveal the top portion of the pinky-brown colouring that encircled her hardening nipple. In spite of the whisky she'd already consumed Joanne felt her face flush and redden at the prospect of popping out completely and was quite relieved to make it to the bar without having gone topless, although something deep inside was telling her she half wanted it to happen. She placed the glasses down on the shiny wood. "Same again please," she said, as she turned side-on to Jennifer, showing her how daring and naughty she'd been. You slut, Jennifer thought, whom had now turned her attention towards a corner where no-one was sat, stifling a laugh as she nervously fumbled with a beer-mat. The sudden chinking of coins falling to the floor made Jennifer look in Joanne's direction again. She looked over to see Joanne bending over but keeping her legs straight, winking as she did so. As Joanne lowered herself, her cleavage strained against the top of her dress and two large, golden-brown orbs of heaving flesh began to show themselves to whosoever happened to be looking. Jennifer quickly scanned the bar to see the men's reaction – they were all different in terms of position and posture but all the same in that they were all saucer-eyed and motionless, with their gazes secured on Joanne's cleavage. Jennifer turned back to Joanne. She was bending over further still and reaching for the coins. Her left breast, with its nipple already partially on show, slowly started to roll its way free of its unsupported cup. No way, Jennifer thought, biting her bottom lip. Joanne suddenly twisted to her right side, making out she was grabbing at a coin there. Her left breast jumped right out into the open and swung free from its velvety confines, giving Joanne an instant hammer blow of feeling between her legs. The pub overflowed with the noise of men gasping which caused a lot of women's heads to turn which was followed by some more gasping but with a higher pitched tone to it. Joanne's mound immediately fleshed up. She continued to seek her coins, waving her generous golden-brown globes about in the process. You dirty SLUT, Jennifer exclaimed to herself in disbelief. Jennifer couldn't even look at her as she finished collecting her coins and straightened up, proudly showing off one of her very desirable assets to the bewildered onlookers. Joanne scanned the crowd for a second, looked down at her bulging, bare breast with its obviously erect nipple, sucked in her bottom lip and raised her eyebrows, and tucked herself away. The pub exploded with the hissing of women's snipes whilst the men hid their faces in their beer glasses, pretending to swig as their eyes darted back and forth to register the other men's responses. Joanne paid for the whiskies and strutted back over to Jennifer as if nothing had happened, but if you touched her pussy at that precise moment you'd just know that something did. By nine o'clock the normally quiet village pub had filled with wails of inebriated laughter and the clumsiness and of, at least two, floundering drunkards – Jennifer and Joanne. The whisky continued to flow and time rolled on. At about ten, the vibrant energy that being tipsy offered had developed into more of a hushed still, only interrupted by the occasional slur of words that often ended in a fit of silly giggling. Men were hovering about their table like vultures around a dying animal, just waiting for that moment when the animal suddenly becomes carrion. They stood close by, jostling each other for the prime positions. Jennifer's Obsession: Secrets Joanne dropped her beer-mat, again, and as she stooped to pick it up her following of several men who'd taken up positions several feet in front of her table, quietened and leered with beady-eyes; they all got a decent look at her rather full, bronzed cleavage and some even managed, or thought they'd managed, to get a glimpse of nipple, although it could have been wishful thinking on their parts. Joanne had already started to giggle before she'd even straightened up; Jennifer quickly joined in. Now it was Jennifer's turn – her following were positioned directly behind where they were sitting. Jennifer leaned back into her wooden chair, clutching the seam of material that was sitting across her breasts. Her one shoulder strap had 'unknowingly' worked its way down from her shoulder and was resting at her elbow joint. "It's so hot in here, don't you find Joanne?" she slurred, half- smiling, as she pulled her dress away from her body several times as if using the black material of her dress as a fan with which to cool herself. The rumble of men's voices immediately silenced as two of the most shapely, bare breasts they were ever likely to see outside of a men's magazine men flashed repeatedly before their eyes. The tribe of men ushered closer like chickens around a freshly-filled bucket of corn. Then, the local silence erupted with the sound of several pairs of lungs audibly exhaling as Jennifer brought her fleeting performance to a close. The sense of her nipples straining against the material of her dress demanded her attention and she glanced down at the now conspicuously erect nipples - the sight, coupled with the arousal of performing, sent a deluge of blood gushing between her legs and exciting and swelling her mound, causing her to move as if nervous in her seat. Joanne fell into Jennifer, laughing loudly. The men seemed to be under the impression the girls' laughter was drink-induced and not as a result of their covert operations, because they were supposed to be exactly that, covert. Just then, a large, bearded man, who had only just arrived, approached their table and pulled up a chair but didn't sit in it; he just leant over the table holding the back of it. "Good evening Joanne, I'll get you and your friend a drink" he said, confidently. Jennifer was still sufficiently alert to be taken aback a little by his presence – he was one of those guys that had a 'capable' and 'in control' look about him, she thought, and the sound of his voice said the same. "Yes... yes please," Joanne slurred. "A whisky!" Jennifer drunkenly shouted, slamming her hand on the table, determined to see their plan through to its end. The crowd of men they'd attracted began to slowly disperse, although a couple of 'die hards' did remain. The large, dark-suited fellow strode off to the bar while Joanne quickly explained, in between fits of giggles, exactly who he was. He was a barrister, a Q.C., who'd taken early retirement and was now heavily involved in pretty much everything that goes on in Castleton, from running various local businesses to being president at the local golf course, and that his name was William. "Has he got a big cock," Jennifer garbled, swaying in her chair. Joanne laughed. "Not big, but big enough; lots of stamina, though," Joanne replied, touching herself under the table as she recalled how she came to be in possession of such information. William returned clutching two whiskies in his one shovel-like hand and a pint of what looked like bitter in the other. Within minutes they were sat around the table, drinking and laughing like old friends, although Jennifer couldn't help but feel somewhat wary of him but had made an excellent job of covering it up. She wasn't sure what it was; perhaps it was his huge size and it made her feel a little threatened, or maybe it was the way he seemed to dominate everything. Jennifer tried and tried but couldn't put her finger on it, although she was sure of there being an uncomfortable 'presence' about him, and it was only recently that she'd reinforced her belief in trusting her instincts through her brief acquaintance with Dave 'the weasel'. However, the whisky flowed and Jennifer had decided if Joanne likes him, and that was quite clear, then he must be okay and had put her feelings down to nothing more than sheer silliness, and that was that. As Jennifer tried to finish the whisky in hand her brain suddenly decided to express its offence at having been challenged with so much alcohol, and she was temporarily compelled to return the glass to the table with a slurp of liquid still remaining. Joanne and William continued to laugh and joke as Jennifer withdrew somewhat to find herself concentrating less on the conversation and more on focussing her eyes and wrestling with the urge to close them, just for a little while. "Another?" William said, as loud as a drill-sergeant. Joanne happily nodded in agreement whilst Jennifer struggled to shake her head back and forth as her answer to his offer. "Are you okay, Jen?" Joanne asked, as she huddled closer whilst William left for the bar. "I'm not feeling very well... uh... I think I need to go home," Jennifer mumbled in response as she slumped forward onto the table, holding her head in her hands and looking as if she might be sick at any moment. "Right, I'll just let William know and we'll get out of here," Joanne said, reassuringly. Joanne left the table and headed to the bar where William was ordering the next round of drinks. Jennifer looked on, starting to feel a little anxious as to how she'd become so afflicted whilst Joanne didn't seem any worse than she was earlier – I'm out of practise, she thought. Jennifer strained to see William look over his shoulder, smiling as he did so before turning back to face the bar. Joanne hurried back to the table and grabbed Jennifer by the upper arm and placed her other hand around her back, helping her to her feet. "Need a lift home" one of the die-hards said as he placed his half-finished pint on the table and presuming their reply to be affirmative he placed his hand on Jennifer's left buttock to 'help' her to her feet. "Piss off," Jennifer groaned, as she peeled his hand from her rear. "Come on, you're fucking gagging for it," he snapped, groping Joanne's breasts and twisting his inbred-looking face up in anger at having been rejected. "Looking like you do, I'd have thought you'd be used to rejection by now," Joanne said calmly as she placed her hand on his chest and forced him to step back. "Fucking bitches," he muttered under his breath as he lunged at them both, frenziedly pulling at their dresses. Joanne and Jennifer staggered backwards, flapping their arms about all over the place as if manically swatting at a swarm of angry wasps. They huffed and puffed and flapped and slapped. Crack! The frenzied groping suddenly halted and the girls peered between their hands as they gradually dropped them to see their assailant led unconscious across a toppled chair on the floral-patterned carpet of the pub, and William stood over him shaking his right hand as if it might make the pain go away. "There's always one," he said, winking at them both. Any concerns Jennifer had about William vanished as quick as their assailant's consciousness, and they shuffled out of the bar arm in arm with hand-bags swinging at their sides whilst the other ladies present shook their heads back and forth, muttering something or other under their breath; the men on the other hand didn't dare to shake their heads or mutter, but watched intently as indecent thoughts flashed through their minds. As they stepped outside, the sharp, night air of the cloudless sky rushed at them like a battering ram and stopped them both dead in their tracks for a moment. "Feeling better?" Joanne said, as she began to release Jennifer from the support of her arm. It was like a wake-up call for Jennifer as the fresh, untainted scent of blossoming trees and flowers and grasses stirred her senses like an over-sized shot of adrenalin, causing her to straighten up. "Yeah... I do believe I am," Jennifer stated quite clearly, although her head still felt a little 'fuzzy' she thought, and in a way she'd never felt before. "Come on, let's get this walk over with," Jennifer said, striding out into the black of the night-time, country lane, still trying to relate the 'woolly-headed' feeling to something she was familiar with but to no avail; although the relief at having shaken off those earlier, unsettling feelings served to dampen the worry she had now somewhat. "Wait for me," Joanne hollered, running to catch up and giggling at the same time as she tottered and reeled on the gritty, pot-holed ground of the hedged lane. It was just like earlier now - laughing, chatting, and giggling – but the more they walked, the stranger Jennifer began to feel. Amidst the giggles and the chatter, the back of her mind was busy with a mini self-evaluation; her senses were sharp, perhaps too sharp, and she noticed how confident she was starting to feel, and this was coupled with a rapidly growing desire to copulate. She knew she liked sex, perhaps even a little too much, but this was something else entirely. Everything she thought of had some sort of sexual connotation to it, and she wasn't sure if it was this making her body feel extra-sensitive, or whether her body had suddenly become extra-sensitive and was making her think sexually; either way she was feeling quite needful, and it was growing with every step of the way - It was like not having urinated all day long and you were about to burst, only it wasn't a urination she needed to put an end to the urgency she now felt. She found herself starting to stroke her thighs as she walked, sneaking the occasional squeeze of her pussy when the urge became too much, and she hadn't even realised, until now that is. Jennifer's mind filled with the image of her standing in the middle of the lane, legs spread wide and dress held high, with Joanne on her knees eagerly helping herself to Jennifer's mound with a very busy tongue. Her nipples suddenly demanded her attention as the biting night air of springtime tugged at them like pinching fingers. She started squeezing at her loosening pussy lips, squashing them between her fingers as she walked, worsening her desires. "I think I can hear a car coming," Joanne said, putting a hand on Jennifer's shoulder and guiding her into the side of the narrow lane. The unexpected touch of another hand on her skin sent a shiver down her spine almost making her wet herself. They shuffled up a small bank and squashed into the hedgerow as far as they could go, their heels digging deep into the soft earth while their bare shins were scratched by the thorny twigs that made the hedge. They silently watched the beams of light gliding through the lanes as the peaceful, pleasant murmur of the night-time countryside was slowly drowned out by the mechanical clatter of a nearing vehicle. Joanne suddenly felt her heeled shoe flip over onto its side, forcing her to dive sideways like a boxer slipping a punch. Hearing a squeal and feeling Joanne's arms shoot upwards Jennifer instinctively snatched a hold of Joanne, gripping her under the armpits as she fell backwards, saving her from embarrassedly crashing her bottom into the damp vegetation of the earthy bank, or worse still, tumbling out onto the coarse tarmac of the well-worn lane and perhaps even getting run down. Jennifer felt the soft flesh of the outer edges of Joanne's breasts at her fingertips as she heaved her upright. "I'd better keep a hold of you until the car passes," Jennifer said, standing closely behind Joanne and keeping her hands were they were, and forming a welcome pocket of heat between Joanne's back and Jennifer's front. Joanne started to giggle. Jennifer looked out across the beautiful starlit sky and dared to reach her fingertips further across Joanne's breasts, very slowly, inch by inch. Joanne's giggling quickly died off and she held her breath as she felt her friend's fingers pressing at her nipples, but she didn't say a word. Jennifer quietly exhaled as a rush of blood filled her head and she quickly began cupping the large, rounded breasts and squeezing at them whilst pushing her pelvis against Joanne's rounded buttocks. It was Joanne looking out across the blue-black, star-lit sky now while Jennifer began softly pressing her just-licked lips onto the soft, sensitive skin of her friend's neck. Joanne tilted her head to one side, closing her eyes as she soaked up the tenderness of Jennifer's gentle kisses and enjoying the sweet scent of coconut streaming from Jennifer's hair too. "Our little secret, hey Jen?" Joanne said softly. There was no reply. Jennifer's right hand slid downwards, gently dropping her hand-bag to the ground. Joanne's head flung backwards and over Jennifer's left shoulder as her hands reached behind herself to grab a hold of Jennifer's gyrating hips; her little white bag dropped and disappeared into the long grass of the bank as they rubbed up against each other. Jennifer's right hand made its way all the way down Joanne's almost knee-length dress, came to its end, slipped underneath the velvety material and began surging upwards, stroking the equally smooth feel of Joanne's inner thighs in the process. Jennifer felt Joanne pull tightly at her hips as her wandering hand reached its target and touched the bare flesh of her shaven mound; they quietly groaned in unison. Just then, they were illuminated by a car's headlights. The stark light exposed them and made them still as two scared rabbits – they'd known a vehicle was coming but, for some reason, had forgotten. They both let out a sigh of relief as the lights quickly passed and Jennifer immediately resumed the fondling of her friend, eliciting a groan of pleasure from Joanne as she felt her little peach open up under the direction of Jennifer's wriggling fingers. With her other hand, Jennifer yanked the shoulder strap of Joanne's white dress downwards, causing the voluptuous, left breast to plop out into the sharp night air and immediately set about running her forefinger over its proud nipple. Jennifer's neck kissing had become quite frantic now as she selfishly ravaged her friend's body as if it were made solely for her own sexual gratification. Joanne looked out across to where the fields met the sky, calmly allowing Jennifer to do what she pleased with her for a moment, before letting her left hand slide behind her back, seeking out Jennifer's mound in the process and finding it straight away. Joanne groaned a little as she squeezed the protuberance of Jennifer's swelling genitalia. Jennifer returned the favour by roughly penetrating Joanne's bald pussy with her index finger, ramming it in until the palm of her hand squashed up hard against her enlarged lips and forced a pulse of fuck-fluid to seep from her. The earlier clatter they'd heard suddenly returned and they flung their heads around in its direction. They could see the red tail-lights of the car that had just passed; it was reversing. "Fuck," Jennifer said, as she whipped her finger out of its snug home and released her hold on Joanne, but continued giving herself a between-the-legs massage. Joanne quickly pulled her strap back up over her shoulder, covering her exposed breast in the process and with both hands, pulled her dress down to its original, just above the knees position. The car neared and they both stepped out into the lane, hunching over in anticipation of the window rolling down. "Jump in, I'll give you a lift," William said, from the seat of his spacious Jaguar. Joanne looked at Jennifer, smiling, and winked her left eye at her. Jennifer looked at Joanne for a moment, licked her lips, and nodded her head in agreement. They climbed aboard into the warm cosiness that the car afforded; Jennifer in the back and Joanne in the front. As William pulled off, Joanne peeled the shoulder straps of her dress down over one shoulder first, then the other, and then yanked the front of her dress down to her taught tummy to reveal two large breasts with already erect nipples poking out from them like the beams of light from the headlights. Jennifer looked on in surprise at Joanne's boldness. "What do you think of these William?" Joanne asked, naughtily twiddling her nipples with her forefingers. William glanced at them and screeched to a halt, causing Joanne and her free-swinging breasts to bounce about all over the dash-board. "I take it you like them," Joanne said, as she leaned against the dash and lifted her bottom from the seat, hitching her dress up to her waist as she did so. "And what about this?" she continued, sitting back into her seat and spreading her legs wide to show off her pretty little peach, all pink and smooth with a little crease down the middle. William looked longingly at the smooth flesh between her legs, remaining silent. Joanne dug her fingers hard into the crease of her peach and peeled back its skin to reveal a rich, reddy-pink and glistening wet inner core. Jennifer pursed her lips, leant through the gap between the seats and reached her right arm down the front of Joanne's body, separating her tits and grabbing at the on-show mound with her finger instantly plugging the exposed vaginal tunnel and exploring its soft, wet inner. "Very nice," William commented, as he cupped Joanne's right breast with his right hand and pulled the cigar-butt-like nipple into his mouth whilst his left hand latched onto Jennifer's right breast. Jennifer pulled her arm back, snatching her breast from William's grip, and reclined on the back seat, lifting her legs high and wide in the air and pressing her feet onto the roof of the car. "Touch mine," she said, holding herself open to him. William released Joanne's nipple from his mouth, but not before giving it a gentle bite, and rose from his seat to lean through the central gap between the front seats where he promptly slotted a finger into Jennifer and made her giggle with excitement. Joanne turned and looked through the gap at Jennifer being finger-fucked. She licked her lips and then looked at William's crotch which was now almost staring her in the face. She started stroking the bulging length hiding beneath his trousers, causing him to move his pelvis as if he were fucking someone. She grabbed a hold of him through his trousers as she massaged her peach with her other hand. The car quickly filled with groans and pants and gasps. William's finger fucked at Jennifer's exposed hole, while he fucked at thin air, while Joanne wanked at him through his trousers, while she finger-fucked herself. Mmm, cock, Joanne thought, as her mound grew hungrier and her grip grew tighter. She stopped playing with herself and rolled onto her side, sitting square-on to William's pelvis. She gently unzipped him, and turned to look at William's finger-work as she delved her hand in through the gap she made in his trousers as if she were taking his wallet, not his cock. Her heart rate shot through the roof as her cold fingers wrapped themselves tightly around his hot, hard cock. William groaned deeply, but continued pleasuring Jennifer despite the desire to just turn around, grab Joanne by her blonde hair, and selfishly fuck her cute face. Jennifer tore at her dress as if it were burning her and exposed her two engorged breasts, squeezing at the one while keeping her other hand at her pussy lips, helping William. Joanne tugged at the cock she was holding, keen to get it outdoors, but it was too hard to bend through the gap. Using her free, left hand, she unbuttoned him. His cock sprang out from his body as if it were spring-loaded and pointed directly towards Joanne's partially opened mouth as if it had a mind of its own and knew what it wanted. She slowly pulled his foreskin back and a wet and swollen, door-knob-like head popped out to greet her. She leant forward a little, holding on tight, and licked at it as if it were an ice-cream; the act of doing so caused her pussy to shiver, making her cross her legs. William let out a low growling sound as he sensed a warm tongue on him and began ramming his finger into Jennifer as if he were punching her pussy; Jennifer began rebounding off her seat as if she were getting a rough fucking, and, judging by the look on her face, was enjoying it. Jennifer's Obsession: Secrets Joanne had a quick peep at Jennifer again before concentrating on the hot red globe at the end of William's thick length again. She leant forward, holding him steady, and closed her lips around his tip, working its end with her tongue and wanking its shaft at the same time. "Fucking hell," he growled, as his senses neared overload and he thought he might pass out. Jennifer lunged at William grabbing him around the head, and rammed his bearded face against the sloppy folds of flesh between her legs and started to move as if she were fucking his head, although it was still his finger doing the fucking. Joanne slid down his length, fondling his sack as she did so, until he prodded the back of her throat which acted as the indicator for her to repeat the process. He twisted his head around to get a glimpse of the beautiful woman taking him in the mouth, the wiry hair of his beard tickling Jennifer's 'pink bits' as he did so. His eyes fluttered as he watched Joanne slide up and down his length on her mouth, with her generous breasts swinging in time with the head movement. Jennifer snatched his head back and forced his face into her wet crotch. He yanked his finger free and probed her with his tongue, setting her off on a rampant series of gasps and groans. Joanne, feeling the increasing awkwardness of William's position as he was forced to tongue Jennifer's mound, withdrew him from her mouth and set him free from his difficult, twisting, side-on stance. William ended up having a knee on each of the front seats with his torso poking through the gap and with his head between Jennifer's legs... oh, and his hands were groping Jennifer's breasts now. Joanne climbed behind him, assuming a similar position. She watched William's head bob and weave between Jennifer's wide open legs; it made her pussy ache with longing. She looked down between her own legs and reached down with both hands, touching herself and licking her lips. Using the fingers of her right hand, she opened herself up. Her left hand took a hold of the knob of the gear-stick. She slowly lowered herself, using her hands as docking controls. She felt the ball-like knob press between her lips and force them wide apart; it made her eyelids flutter and forced a strange gargling sound to spout from her mouth as her pussy's yearning began to ebb and be replaced with a burning pleasure that reached all the way to the core of her little peach. All lined up, she dropped herself lower onto the 'knob', screaming out in delight as she felt the plastic ball squeeze deep into her tunnel and send a trembling message to all the muscles in her body. The trembling furthered her delight as the plastic knob of the stick dug around deep inside her with every little movement she made. She eventually summoned the strength and co-ordination to slide herself upwards of the plastic and steel that was inside her, before lowering herself again slowly, slowly, training her pussy to accept this unnatural object of copulation. Within seconds she'd found her own gear and was fucking the stick like a professional. As she made the stick do her bidding she leant over William and reached in front of him for his length – he was hard as rock. She squeezed his thick shaft tight and flicked her hand up and down him like she was suffering from a nervous condition as she rode and wriggled on the gear-stick with her peach as the saddle. William almost immediately straightened up as far as he could go given the confines, leaving Jennifer to play by herself. "I'm going to blow my fucking load," he cried, his face wrinkling up as he watched Jennifer unashamedly touch herself, masturbating, whilst another woman's hand frantically tugged him off. He couldn't recall ever having been so hard. Jennifer pursed her lips at the sight of his rigid cock jumping about under the control of Joanne's almost bionic hand. Joanne suddenly stopped. "Not yet," she said, releasing him and putting her hand on her thigh in the same position as her other was on the other leg. William's crisis passed and he turned his head to see what the movement behind him was about. His gaze lingered on Joanne's heaving breasts for a moment before it snaked its way down past her small waist to see the gear-stick of his car swallowed up by Joanne's bald, hungry pussy. "Fucking hell Jo," he murmured, as he reached his hand down onto her smooth mound, feeling her movement on the stick. "Get out of the car and I'll give you the real fucking thing," he ordered, feeling a little juice leak from his straining cock. Jennifer sprang up and watched Joanne pleasure herself, taking a hold of William's cock to steady herself. "Let's fuck," Jennifer whispered, before briefly tasting the cock she was holding and scrambling out of the car. William wriggled through the gap, clawing after Jennifer like a starving hunter close to a kill. Sensing the commotion, Joanne opened her eyes. She took a firm grasp of her breasts and quickly fucked at the stick, milking that little bit more pleasure from it before reticently climbing off the inanimate phallus and joining them outside. Joanne stepped out from the car, hugging her breasts, to see Jennifer bent over the bonnet, resting on her elbows with William stood several feet behind, admiring the view. His lips curled at the sight of her tight buttocks, softly glowing under the cold light of the moon. Joanne shuffled alongside Jennifer, sliding the palm of her hand over Jennifer's right buttock as if to demonstrate what was on offer – not that a backside like that needed any demonstrating, mind you. William stepped up toward them, clutching at his trousers to stop them falling to his ankles and with a reasonably-sized, thick erection poking proud of himself. Jennifer felt as if her pussy was contracting like a starved stomach in anticipation of receiving food, especially with Joanne's fingers poking at her pussy-lips whilst simultaneously smoothing her buttock. As William took up his place behind Jennifer, Joanne took a firm hold of his cock. He looked at her in wonder at what she was doing. Joanne manoeuvred herself behind William, keeping a firm grip of his tool. William placed his hands on the shapely buttocks before him, pulling her pussy open using his thumbs as his trousers fell to his ankles; he could almost feel what it was like to be inside her already. Joanne twisted her body around his side, looking down at the pulsing meat in her hand and guided him in – she wanted to hold, and see, the cock as it penetrated her good friend; she wanted to see the cock fucking her mate. Jennifer lifted her buttocks a little and pouted her pussy at him like a bitch in season. Joanne licked her lips as she placed the bulbous end between Jennifer's lips and watched it slowly disappear into the hole, making a sucking noise as it did so. Joanne maintained a hold at the hilt of his cock as he drove into her, feeling her fingers slip in by an inch or so in the process. Jennifer and Joanne groaned in unison again. Joanne watched, enchanted, by the vision of a throbbing, hard length fucking at her friend's mound. William glanced back and forth between them, looking at Joanne's right breast one second, and then at his cock penetrating Jennifer in the next, and seeing another woman's hand on his weapon while it fucked at a different pussy was unadulterated bliss, he thought. As he quickly established a thumping rhythm Joanne released his cock and got onto her knees between his legs, ignoring the pain caused by the chaffing and scraping on the rough ground. She pulled his one trouser-leg over his shoe and flung his trousers to one side, out of the way. She turned herself around to face the opposite way to William and shuffled towards the car with her back to it, listening and smiling at the whimpers of sexual joy that floated about the car. She wrapped her arms around the backs of his thighs and leant backwards, looking up at his swinging pouch and getting the best view of his length sliding in and out of Jennifer at the same time. That's Jennifer's cunt, getting hammered by a big, hard, cock, she thought, starting to wish the cock was fucking her now. She tilted her head back and lifted her mouth, sucking at his sack. She quickly felt one testicle slip into her mouth and she rolled it about on her tongue while he continued to rock Jennifer back and forth on the bonnet under the force with which he was invading her tunnel. William speeded up. "Stop a minute," Jennifer shouted, between gasps. William surprisingly did. "Let's change positions," she continued, as she straightened up. William elicited a long groan from Jennifer as he withdrew his beast from her cage. Joanne briefly wanked at his free pole while sucking his sack before releasing him and jumping to her feet. "You go here, next to me Jo," Jennifer said, as she shuffled across the bonnet to make room for Joanne to sidle up to her in the same position. Joanne fingered Jennifer from the rear before assuming her position. "Now, fuck us in turn," Jennifer said, looking lovingly at Joanne before kissing her on the mouth. Two bitches to do, William thought to himself, as his eyes flitted from one hole to the other and back again. They look like two slaves obediently bent over, just waiting for me to pleasure myself in their pussies, he thought, stroking his shaft as he tried to make his mind up on which one to fuck first. Joanne felt a cock immediately ram into her hole like a charging bull. Jennifer's eyes widened and a beaming smile broke on her face as she watched her friend's face get banged away from hers as she rebounded off William's thighs now that the full, hard length was deep inside her. Jennifer watched Joanne's face closely to see exactly what effects a good, hard, rear fucking would have on her; she was trying to steal some of the genital delight Joanne was undoubtedly experiencing. Jennifer grabbed at Joanne's swinging left breast while her other hand disappeared between her own legs where she rubbed at her clitoris and massaged her lips, occasionally opening herself up to let the chill air of the night to cool her heated innards. Joanne huffed and puffed like a marathon-runner as he pounded her from behind, opening her eyes every so often to watch Jennifer watching her – it feels so naughty, she thought, getting fucked in front of my friend. The thick, hard cock suddenly withdrew completely from Joanne and she felt her pussy ache in anticipation of being filled again but she saw Jennifer start to shoot back and forth. Joanne watched, jealously, as the sexual delight began to show itself across Jennifer's face now. She had to reach down between her legs and squeeze at her clitoris whilst the only cock available fucked at her friend's hole. Jennifer soon forgot about Joanne and released her breast from her grip as she got into her stride and was pushing her buttocks into his thighs as he charged into her and soon found her upper body gradually lifting from the car, giving her breasts the freedom to crash about recklessly. Joanne looked on, wondering how to enhance her friend's arousal so William could be finished with her. Mmm, she thought, nodding her head in agreement at her mind's vision. Joanne rolled over onto her back and slithered underneath Jennifer, grabbing at her swinging breasts and holding them tight, sucking back and forth at her nipples. William pounded with more force while Joanne managed to open her legs and sort of wrap them as best she could around both of them. Jennifer raised her torso higher, enjoying the pulling sensation on her breasts – with someone holding and fucking her from behind and another holding her from beneath and helping themselves to her breasts she felt as if she'd been overpowered and could now only let them do as they wished with her; her senses began to short-circuit. William, using his right hand, snatched at Jennifer's locks and heaved her head back. Jennifer almost screamed out in arousal as William hammered her. Joanne released one breast, letting it smash about her face, sucking at the nipple when she had the chance. Her now free hand wriggled between their squashed-together bodies and found its way to Jennifer's pussy. Joanne massaged Jennifer's clitoris and sneaked the occasional squeeze at the girth that was satisfying her friend – it wasn't a completely altruistic action; as she massaged her friend's clitoris, her knuckles and the like kneaded her own clitoris. "You cunt-fucking bastard," Jennifer shouted, as she grabbed a firm hold of her friend's breasts and pushed upwards. Joanne rubbed wildly at Jennifer's swelling mound while William took a hold of her locks with both hands now as if he were holding the reigns of a horse and fucked at her mound like a mad-man. "Ahhhhhh," she cried, as her back locked into an arch shape. She remained statue-like for a few seconds while Joanne and William finished her off, completely. She collapsed as if she'd been shot, in a jelly-like heap over Joanne. "Me; quick, fuck me," Joanne pleaded, trying to poke her head out from under Jennifer to see William. William was already on it; he'd withdrawn from Jennifer and was lifting Jennifer's lazy legs up onto the bonnet so that she straddled Joanne, but in a slumped over fashion. He looked down at the now exposed and helpless, wide open pussy that led directly in front of him. Jennifer's body served to pin Joanne down as if she was having no choice in getting fucked by him. William smiled at the pussy, placed his hands palm down just above her mound, and peeled her open using his thumbs. His pelvis pressed forward and he watched the helmet of his cock poke in between her helpless lips. Joanne let out a long, drawn-out groan as she felt the tip of him probing her, teasingly; if Jennifer hadn't been on her she would have just yanked him into her. William watched intently as he used his cock to loosen her vulnerable hole up. Bang! He furiously packed himself into her. "Yeah, that's it big boy; keep it up," Joanne said, holding Jennifer by the hips as if were her fucking at her mound. William got straight back up to the rampant rhythm with which he done Jennifer, and seeing her lying so limp over Joanne as a result of his efforts took him to new heights of manliness. He leant over them both, pulling Jennifer slightly to one side so he could see Joanne's face as he fucked her cunt. He could hear Jennifer groaning quietly in his ear as he eyed that cute face of Joanne's that was now twisting up in sordid delight and inspiring him further - his shagging speed rose to that with which a vibrator vibrates. Joanne felt her flesh shivering as the sensation between her legs neared critical; she wrapped her arms tightly around Jennifer's spent body, squeezing tighter and tighter as the always welcome sight of an orgasm came into view. William began growling now in place of his earlier groans. Joanne watched his eyes close and his head tilt back as if looking at the stars overhead, and the veins in his neck stood out as if they were about to explode. "Ohhh... ohhhh," she cried as she felt something grow at an astounding rate deep in her mound. "Eeeahhhh," he roared as his pressure-release valve gave way and he began emptying his load into her; he still managed to maintain the rapidity with which he was entering and withdrawing from her, though. "Ohhh..ohh," she whimpered, as whatever it was growing in her mound burst free into a deep, dizzying, paralysing sensation that surged through her shagged body like a thousand lightning bolts. Joanne's arms flopped out across the bonnet and her mouth dropped open as William filled her with love before slumping over them both, his cock still occasionally thrusting. They all led still for a while, dreamily bathing in their late-night, public pleasure. "That was some ride home, William," Jennifer said, as she stirred and wriggled free from between them and rectified the way in which her dress hung on her body. William lazily stood himself upright, causing his cock to slip out of Joanne. He restored his trousers to how they were before he'd bumped into them, eyeing Joanne who was still spread over his bonnet and had a little leakage seeping out from between her legs onto the radiator grill. "I'm just glad I was able to oblige," he said, "It was a pleasure." Joanne eventually let herself slip to her feet from the bonnet and put right her dress, smiling smugly. They all quietly climbed into the car and drove off. Changing gear'll never be the same again, William thought, grinning, as they cruised through the lanes to the cottage. "See you both again, soon I hope and don't worry; it'll be our little secret," he said, as he tooted his horn and disappeared into the lanes. Jennifer and Joanne awoke late the next day and were sat at the pine breakfast table trying to eat some cornflakes, although the after-effects of drinking so much whisky the night before had considerably suppressed their appetites. Not a word was said about the previous evening, although the grazes on Joanne's knees served as a good reminder, but Jennifer was happy with it being that way and seemingly, so was Joanne. Following their showers and a nice mug of coffee each, their hangovers evaporated with the morning mist and they were soon chatting like old friends again - all was well. It wasn't long, though, before Jennifer was back on the road again, after having promised to visit a little more often in future, as did Joanne. Back in the South Wales' valleys, Jennifer had just turned into the avenue and was smiling at the oak trees lining her avenue and thinking how she couldn't see herself ever moving away. Her smile soon vanished, though, when she saw an unfamiliar car parked on her drive alongside Andrew's. For a reason she wasn't sure of, she drove straight past and parked up on the roadside some twenty yards further down the avenue, where she sat quietly in the car watching her house as if on a stake-out, with the word 'secret' rolling through her mind. About twenty minutes passed and, nothing. She began wondering whether she was being a little silly – it wouldn't be that unusual for someone to be visiting Andrew for one reason or another, she thought, but then he wasn't expecting me back until late in the evening because I'd planned on spending the Sunday day up in Castleton; the plan had changed because today, Jennifer was missing Andrew more than usual for a reason she couldn't quite fathom. She began slowly reversing the car up the road, peering at the front door all-the-while. As she neared, one of the oak trees temporarily obscured her view, giving her a second to check for other traffic as she rolled on by – it was clear. As the tree began to give way she felt her body tremble and her tummy felt as if she were on a roller-coaster ride – the front door was open. She quickly gathered herself, stopped the car, and slipped the gear-change into first. Her whole body trembled as she edged the car forward a little, trying to remain camouflaged as best she could without losing sight of the door. She glimpsed a figure stepping out from the darkness of the hall. She suddenly felt as if she'd been whipped away by a distant black hole in another universe and it seemed to be sucking the breath from her lungs and was tossing her about all ways making her feel sick and dizzy and breathless. It's... XXX Next week – Gone Fishing