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By *ust Clare OP TV/TS
over a year ago
Settlewick! |
Clare looked forlornly at the firmly shut door and mused for a while.She went to the back gate and into the ginnel.The old neighbours gate was shut but she could just see over the fence on her tiptoes.
'Hello' she called out in the vain hope he might have a spare key,but no answer.
'Damn' she said to herself,then had a thought.He might have a key under a plant pot,it was worth a try.
She made her way down the ginnel and back up to Pat's front door.The small front garden,as such it consisted, was three feet deep and heavily overgrown.She bent over rummaging through the pots and the undergrowth.At that very moment ,a beaten up old Vauxhall went roaring past,the four lads inside gesturing and the driver tooting his horn loudly, Clare assumed from their manner it was in approval of the clear view they were getting of her legs as she bent forward.
But alas no key.Clare decided she would have to walk to Pat's work place and get his key from him.He said it was by the station so shouldn't be too difficult to find.
She looked outwardly just about respectable enough.Her cream macintosh reached her knees,so it wasn't apparent she had nothing but a pair of tights on.The heels weren't ideal day wear but it was all she had.She buttoned herself up high so as to not expose the bare flesh beneath and set out for what she calculated was the right direction,using the castle as her guide.
She headed down the street and heard a car racing down past her.It was the old Vauxhall again,and they beeped her.The driver slowed down and the front passenger wound down the window.
'Hello darling' he leered, 'Where you off to?'
'Just the station'
'Do ya wanna lift,you can sit on my lap' .He laughed and his cohorts followed his lead.
'No I'm ok thank you ' continued Clare,and strode on purposefully.
'Not good enough for ya? Or you off to meet a punter'
The car crawled slowly alongside Clare as she quickened her pace.
'Bit early to be out for trade,innit' he laughed.
'Give you a fiver to suck my cock'
'Please leave me alone' muttered Clare,not turning to look at her tormentors .
'You'd love it,get in' ,he crowed back at her, 'Get those legs round me!'
At that point Clare noticed a side alley and quickly turned ,walking between the terraced houses until she reached the adjoining street.She breathed a sigh of relief,she had been starting to get a bit stressed at their harassment and sat down on someone's garden wall.
After a few minutes she felt ready to move on ,when she heard a car racing towards her.It slowed down,the same four chavs in a Chevette hurling abuse at her.
'Slapper'
'You old slag'
Clare took off her shoes and begun to run up the street away from her pursuers.She got close to the top of the road before the car screeched to a halt alongside her.
'How much to do all four of us?' asked the ringleader. 'One in each hole and Baz can film it,hahaha'
'Go away' screamed Clare,now feeling very scared and intimidated.
The guy opened the passenger door and jumped out and tried to grab Clare,pulling her towards the car.Clare fought him off, she wasn't physically strong enough to fend him off for long,and usually she would use her intellect to get her out of awkward situations ,but this one was just telling her to run.
He tried to grab at her again, tugging at her coat,she had her shoe in her hand and swung at him,catching him across the face with her stiletto heel.He reeled back a moment and Clare seized the chance to run to the end of the road,crossed the main carriageway, and ran into the neighbouring allotments.
She saw the car start up again and head in her direction, so she continued running up through the allotments, zig-zagging over vegetable patches and past the silent sheds.She turned to see if they were running after her but all she could see was the roof of the car ,as it appeared to have parked up on the road,no doubt awaiting her return.
Turning back,she missed her footing and tumbled straight into a row of canes supporting runner beans.
'Oh,oh ...' Clare started to cry.She was covered in mud,her tights were torn and as she attempted to stand,she felt her ankle go beneath her.
Her left leg was bleeding slightly and she limped defeatedly towards the top of the allotment ,espying a small stone barn just the other side of a dry stone wall.The barn door was open and Clare let herself in,hiding herself behind some hay bales,she sobbed uncontrollably .
She must have fallen asleep because she woke up to hear a child's voice calling in the distance.She sat up uncomfortably,her ankle still hurting from the fall,and her left leg now heavily caked in dried blood.The voice got nearer,she could hear it was a small boy
"Charlie! Where are ya Charlie?"
Clare saw him come into view,a scruffily dressed boy of about 6 or 7.
He came perilously close to where Clare was hiding.
'Oh c'mon Charlie' he pleaded.
Clare attempted to move her leg to ease her discomfort but only succeeded in rustling the hay bale.The boy approached upon hearing and put his hand between two bales.
'There ye are' he said as he felt something solid between the stacks.Clare winced in pain
'Oh....' he started, upon grabbing Clare's ankle,and enlarged the gap to see her clearly.
'Hello missus,ye seen my Charlie?' he asked, seemingly unfazed by her presence.
'No,who's Charlie?'
'He's me cat' continued the boy.
'What does he look like?' asked Clare
'He looks like a cat din he! Ya dunno what a cat looks like? Are ye daft?'
'No of course not' retorted Clare
'Well ye seem it.'
He turned to walk away.
Clare opened her mouth to call after him but he turned to face her before she got the words out.
'Wot ye doin in me dad's barn?'
'I've hurt my leg,can you help me'
'Ye should ha gone to the 'ospital then, I knew ye were daft.We got no doctors 'ere'
'Could you help me,ask your mum to come here please?'
'Me mam's dead' he said blankly.
'Oh I am sorry' Clare sympathised.
'Why? T'wernt your fault.Me nan said it was me dad's driving or summat."Your dad drove her to it",she used to say.
'Whats yer name,I'm Master Jamie Heckthwaite'
He held out his hand solemnly.
'Miss Clare E.Brody' she replied equally solemnly,meeting his grip,'Pleased to meet you'
'Mary Brody?' he quizzed.
'No,Clare E' she corrected.
'Oh Mary Clary?.. Well 'ello Mary Clary'
'Hello Jamie.Can you get an adult to come and help me,it needs to be a lady if possible as I'm hurt and need some help'
'Aye', he turned away, then turned back to her.
'D'yer like chocolate Mary?'
'Yes I do,thank you' she answered,thinking he was about to offer some.
'Yea,so do I ' he continued obliviously, 'I like dairy milk but me dad likes the dark stuff.He don't let me 'ave Galaxy,he says it's for poofs'
Clare laughed,
'I'm hungry actually' she said,'Could you bring me something please,and a drink'
'We ain't got no gin' murmured Jamie,'Me dad don't 'ave it in the 'ouse.Me mam liked gin,she 'ad loads of it.But me dad threw it out.'
'Do ye like the Bible ,Mary' he carried on randomly,
'Me dad makes me read it,it's got sum good stories but all the God stuffs boring.Dad says if I read it I'll be as good as Christian,spose he means Ronaldo but I don't like footy. D'yer like footy Mary?'
His random train of thought amused Clare.
'And another thing' he mused,'Why didn't Jesus get more than two fish to feed all them,his best mate was a fisherman.Me dad says fish an bread ain't a proper meal but I like it,do you?'
'Yes' said Clare,'You're making me hungry'
'Why d'yer talk funny' he asked suddenly.
'Sorry?' enquired Clare
'Yeah like you got a prune in yer gob'
Clare laughed,'Thats how they taught me to speak at school'
'Are ye posh? Ya sound like a sufferner.Me dad hates sufferners'
Jamie's dad sounded great thought Clare.
'Is there anyone else at your house that could help me?' she pleaded
'Well there's me nan and our Jackie,but me nan can't get out the 'ouse'
'Is Jackie your sister?' asked Clare
'No, 'hes me bruffer' corrected Jamie, 'he'll lamp you one for saying he's a girl.Anyroad, he's got his girlfriend round so they'll be snogging an stuff'
Clare tried again to stand but in vain.
'Can you please please get me some help,I'm in pain and I need a drink'
'I'll ask Seth and Ruben,they're helpful' and he stomped off.
Just then,Clare heard voices outside.
'Ooh eck' piped up Jamie, 'I don't want me dad to catch me' and he slid quietly out of the door .
'....smashed up Bill Riley's allotment' she heard a voice say, 'Destroyed his broad beans and kicked his tomatoes over'
'Terrible' replied a second voice, 'Apparently she was trying to get into a car down the road,half dressed by all accounts and hit one of the guys across the face, she did'
'I dunno what this place is coming to,when you've got prozzies out in full daylight attacking people's property'
Clare listened indignantly as the second voice concurred, 'Aye,you need to keep an eye out Frank if she came this way,probably off her head on crack cocaine'
'Dont worry' said Frank, 'I've got my rifle if I need it'
'Bloody hell' thought Clare, 'They're going to shoot me'
Just then she heard Frank shout. 'Oi,what you doing up here?'
At first she thought they'd somehow seen her,but then Jamie spoke timidly.
'I'm looking for Charlie' he mumbled
'You and that bloody cat! Now get off home,your nan will have your dinner ready.And keep an eye out for any strange people you little tyke'
'Dad' he mused slowly, 'Whats a prozzie?'
'Never you mind' his father snapped
'Its a lass who hangs around lads and does bad things', explained the second man, 'For money' he added.
'Like Auntie Vi?' ,Jamie enquired innocently.
'No' retorted his father, 'Auntie Vi is just friendly'
'Is that why you give her money then?'
'I thought I told you to bugger off' continued his dad
Jamie thought otherwise.
'So is Tracy Keelham a prozzie?' he asked innocently,'Shes always hanging around wi' lads'
'No' laughed his father, 'Tracy is a tomboy,she's in your class at school'
'You know what,lad' said the second man, 'You like your Bible don't cha,well a prozzie is a lady such as Mary Magdalene'
'Oh right' said Jamie thoughtfully,and started to say something then thought better of it.
'Well don't stand there looking like a donut,sod off' his dad instructed, 'and don't talk to any strange women on the way!'
'Not even nice ones?' asked Jamie innocently
'Hop it!'
Clare had sat listening to this,dismayed that she was being portrayed as a violent prostitute when she was only trying to escape four lecherous thugs.The day wasnt going well.She hoped Jamie would get help from Seth and Ruben as he had promised.
She lay back down amongst the straw,and must have dozed off ,as she awoke in the twilight to see Jamie standing over her.
'Are you awake, Sweet Mary?' he asked softly, 'Ive brought you something'
Clare sat up and Jamie presented her with something wrapped in a serviette.She opened it up to reveal a fish finger sandwich.
'Its all I could get from me tea' he said slightly apologetically, ' but bread and fish is good,isn't it.I couldn't get any wine but will this do?' and he handed her a can of Vimto.
'Thank you,you're very sweet' she answered. 'Did you manage to ask Seth and....the other one about getting me help'
'I tried' he said, ' but Seth's mum don't let him out after dark and Rubens gone to his nans'
Clare bowed her head,as her hopes of being rescued by two hunky farm hands went crashing to the floor. She cautiously surveyed the fish finger sandwich but it seemed ok and she eagerly took a bite .She opened the can of Vimto with a 'sssspppp' sound when Jamie said 'Shush,I can hear someone.Hide'
Clare hid back behind the bales and heard the barn door creaking open.She heard men's voices laughing and chattering,then Jamie stepped into the light.
'What the fuck are you doing here' she heard an angry voice call out
'I'm looking for Charlie' he replied innocently
'You and that fucking cat,if I catch it I'm gonna drown it'
'Oh don't Jackie' the young boy pleaded,'I'll keep him out your way What you doing in here anyway?'
'Mind your own' snapped his big brother,'Now fuck off!'
Jamie looked around him, 'Alrite Baz' he said to one of the other lads, ,'Mozzer,Granty'
'Hiya Jamie' said one of the other lads,in a kindlier tone,'Hop along will you,we've got stuff to do here'
'What stuff?'
'Just fuck off will you ' shouted his brother, 'Go on,clear off you little cunt'
Clare winced at the way they spoke to him.They didn't seem the sort of lads that would help her either,so she remained hidden but adjusted her position to get a better view of what they were doing.
'Oh my god', she thought to herself as she suddenly recognised them as the four chavs from the car earlier,the one who had tried to grab her was Jamie's brother, Jackie.Did they know she was in there and were planning something awful.She felt a surge of panic run through her,as Jackie said 'Ok lads,get set up and I'll go get her'
Get who? thought Clare,Me??? But Jackie went back out of the door and the other three set to their tasks.
She watched fascinated as they worked like well organised drones,arranging the hay bales into a roughly 8'x6' platform,onto which they proceeded to build two upright parallel stacks,about six foot high.
'What was going on' she pondered.
The three lads continued with their building game,one of them took three long garden torches out of a holdall and set them up to light the dais in the fading evening light.Another one then took out a long stand and attached his mobile phone to it using a selfie stick, the third lad did the same on the opposite side.Clare looked on in fascination ,wondering what was about to take place.
The barn door swung back open and Jackie entered ,guiding a young girl towards the other three.She was blindfolded,the tight mask holding her long dark hair tightly over her face .She was wearing a pink fluffy cropped top which Clare noted would have been freezing cold for her,and a black and grey checked mini skirt,with black opaque tights beneath.She was about 5'2" Clare surmised,her legs weren't long but they were shapely and finished off with a pair of low strappy heels.Clare looked forlornly at her own heels,too high,covered in mud and the architect of her downfall!
The girl stood in the middle of the four lads and Jackie took off her face covering.She was a pretty girl with big brown eyes and a smiley face but Clare sensed an uncertainty around her too.She looked vaguely familiar but Clare didn't recall where from.
The boys starting singing in unison,
"21 today,21 today
She's got the key to the door
Never been had by four guys before!"
The girl laughed, "It's tomorrow but I'll let you off"
'Come on Hayles,give us a twirl' called out one of them,to which she cheerfully obliged,ending with a little lift of the hem of her skirt, revealing that she was in fact wearing stockings.
'Oh my' ,Clare suddenly clicked where she'd seen her before.It was Patrick's sister Hayley !
Hayley clambered inelegantly onto the hay bale platform and promptly lost her balance,causing her skirt to ride up around her waist,displaying her skimpy white knickers to the world.
'Just take them off' called out Jackie
'Not yet' laughed Hayley as she struggled to her feet
'I meant the shoes babe' he responded
'Oh,good idea' and she removed her heels,now standing steadier in her stockinged feet.
'Give us a dance' called out one of the lads.
Hayley stood between the two pillars and wiggled awkwardly,she turned round and shook her bum at them seductively,her arms outstretched to each side against the straw pillars. She spread her legs slightly apart and crouched down,gyrating her shapely arse in their direction before standing up and turning to face them
'I need _usic' she explained plainly, ' it feels silly otherwise'
Jackie fiddled with his phone and suddenly a loud beat came blaring out.Clare didn't recognise it but didn't like it one iota.She thought it might be drill _usic but to her it should have been called 'Awful Bloody Racket' by Bloke the Rapper
Hayley obviously agreed.'I can't dance to that' she complained.
'I know' said one of the other lads,and holding up his own phone,the sounds of Donna Summers 'Hot Stuff' drowned out Bloke the Rapper.
'Thanks Baz' said Hayley,as she resumed her wiggling,now in a happier vibe.
'We're expecting the Full Monty now' laughed Baz',and Hayley winked back at him.
As Clare watched and listened,she thought of another Donna Summer song, 'Love to Love You,Baby' and a memory of an ex bf laying on his back ,with her running her tongue up the base of his erect cock,in time with each line of the song, making the orgasmic moans to match the singers.She smiled at the memory and then looked back over from her hidden viewpoint to where Hayley was back on her feet,shaking her hips and rubbing her hand across her breasts,her eyes closed in the moment of it.
Jackie and one of the other lads approached her from either side and started to run their hands up and down her legs,pausing slightly at the hem of her skirt.Jackie lifted up his side and stroked her thigh
'Go on Mozzer' he nodded,and Mozzer followed his lead.Hayley still had her eyes shut and was swaying to the _usic,seemingly oblivious to the attention around her thighs
Clare looked on ,entranced as the young girl dreamily lapped up the attention she was receiving.
'Take your top off' called the lad who Clare had now deduced was Granty.Hayley opened her eyes and looked at Jackie who was still intently caressing her thigh,rather gently Clare mused, for someone who gave the impression of being a nasty thug.Jackie nodded to her as if to say 'Go on' , and Hayley pulled her pink fluffy top off over her head, her white cotton bra concealing a pair of small but pert breasts.She reached down behind her back and unfastened her skirt,shaking her hips to enable it to fall to the floor,deftly stepping out of it ,Mozzer obligingly removing it from her improvised dancefloor.She shook her long dark hair in a wild circular motion,soaking up the beat as she shimmered in nothing but her underwear.
The _usic came to an end and after a pause,the next track 'Bad Girls' started up.Hayley took up the tone of the track and her dancing became more sensual,as she attempted to become the Bad Girl of the title.Her hands went to her breasts,running her palms over them,so her fingers touched across her cleavage.Her fingers pressed inside her cotton bra and the clear outline of her playing with her nipples excited her young male audience,who whooped approvingly. Clare was enjoying the show too and for the moment,the pain from her leg was cast aside.
As her hands worked further into her bra,the lads began to chant,'Off,off, off...' With an awkward gesture,Hayley unfastened her bra and threw the now redundant piece of material into the distance.Her tits were firm and Clare could see her nipples were hard.
'Show us your arse!'
The young girl turned her back to her enthralled admirers and bent forward to touch her toes,the outline of her legs stretching up to meet her shapely derriere,the teasing show of flesh between her stocking tops and her white panties tempting further exaltations of approval.She put her hand to her bottom and pulled the gusset to one side,giving a glimpse of her buttock,before repeating the trick with the other side,so as her knickers were entrenched in her bum crack.Her modesty barely covered,it was no surprise when a voice called out for her to turn around
She did as requested, gyrating her hips as she touched her tits, rolling the still erect nipples between finger and thumb.Moving her hand down to her briefs,she pulled one side down slightly,her thumb hooked inside the waist band .With her other thumb doing the same on the matching side,she jiggled her panties down from side to side,allowing a glimpse of neatly trimmed pubic hair.
One of the guys whistled and Hayley ,emboldened by his approval,seized the gusset between thumb and forefinger,and squeezing the fabric into a slim strip,she pulled it down between her legs,causing the thin white band to embed itself into her vagina and her fleshy mons pubis to bulge out either side of the material.
'Fucking hell' murmured a voice from below,and Clare concurred.She could feel herself getting very turned on by the stripshow before her,her own nipples were hardening and she felt a nervous ,frantic,stirring in the pit of her stomach.She could feel her heart beating and her mouth was dry as she held her breath in awe of Hayley's performance.
'Show us your cunt,Hayles' called one of the lads and although Clare abhorred the crassness of their language,she felt herself thinking the very same thing.
With a smile ,Hayley quickly looked around the barn,before slowly easing her knickers down,revealing a small strip of pubic hair crowning an otherwise shaved pussy.Her lips were prominent and Clare was unsure whether this was her natural appearance or just because she was so aroused.Hayley placed her first two fingers in an inverted V shape and gently eased apart her pussy lips to display her inner labia before inserting her forefinger and rubbing it against her swollen clit.She proceeded to masturbate herself to her now silent watchers,all of whom by now were stroking their cocks inside there trousers in various fashions.
Hayley crouched down and opened her legs wide,still fingering herself and holding her pussy wide open for her admirers.She sunk down to her knees and curled her torso into a ball before stretching out and kicking her legs out,then arching her back,thrusting her tits and hips into the air.She rolled around onto her stomach,pushing her nipples against the rough straw which only served to make them harder.She continued with wild abandon,the lads cheering her as the _usic finished and she lay on her back with her head resting over the edge of her makeshift stage. She exhaled heavily,her breasts heaving up and down as she did so.She trembled as a warm hand cupped her breast.She looked over at her fan club.
'Fuck me' she gasped.
Jackie took the lead and stripped off to his underwear,Granty and Mozzer followed suit,whilst Baz held back,seemingly shy.This had obviously been agreed beforehand as Hayley simply said, 'You promise you'll stop if I say so'
They all nodded in response.
She moved back up the makeshift bed ,naked except for her stockings,and lay back with her legs wide apart,her knees raised up and hands behind her head,enabling her to lift her head slightly to see better.
The other lads looked to Jackie in his official capacity as her boyfriend,but he just said, 'You first Granty,you didn't get a feel earlier'
Granty pulled off his pants and holding his erect cock in his hand ,he lay down on top of Hayley.She adjusted her stance slightly,easing him in and he began to fuck her.
Clare always thought missionary looked vaguely ridiculous as she watched ,yet saw nothing but his arse bobbing up and down,punctuated by him grunting and sighing.
Jackie and Mozzer by now had stripped naked and were wanking their cocks in rhythm with the fucking.Granty speeded up his ploughing of Hayley and she began to moan, 'oh,oh,ooh,ooh' in a way which to Clare at least sounded a little forced and unconvincing.
Granty suddenly let out a lower gutteral moan as he shot his load inside Hayley and rolled off away from her.He stood up and wiped his cock on the edge of the hay bale which amused Clare as he smarted at the coarseness of it.
Jackie leant over to ask Hayley if she was ok,then motioned to Mozzer to go next.
Mozzer knelt in front of Hayley and tore off a small patch of hay from underneath him and brushed it against Hayley's fanny.
'Ouch what are you doing?'
'Wiping your cunt,you've got cum leaking out of it'
'For fucks sake' laughed Jackie, ' You're not scared of a little sloppy seconds are you?'
Hayley laughed and Mozzer joined in hesitantly.He worked his cock between Hayley's legs and began thrusting away as if to get it over and done with.
'Turn around' he muttered to Hayley,and she adopted a doggy position,her arse pressing against Mozzers cock.He entered her from behind and continued to fuck her faster than Granty had managed.Jackie stepped up to the side of them and placed his hand underneath Hayley's cunt, rubbing her wet clit as Mozzer frantically fucked her.She was leaking cum from her previous fuck and as Mozzer penetrated her , there was a noticeable squelching sound.Before too long,Mozzer added his spunk to the mix and withdrew from Hayley.Jackie pushed his fingers into her and massaged the thick cum into her quim.
'Are you going to lick me clean' Hayley whispered to Jackie,
'Dont worry babe,I said so didn't I' he confided back. 'C'mon Baz, time to lose your cherry' he sneered.
All this time Baz had been holding back,he was still dressed and had been fiddling with the camera phones and the torches,as well as constantly looking around him.Clare was worried at one point he'd seen her but he had carried on with his guardwatch so obviously not.
'Its ok Jackie' he called,'She's your girl,she don't want me'
Surprisingly it was Hayley who spoke up.
'Please Baz,it's all good,I want you to fuck me,this is my fantasy.You wouldn't disappoint a girl on her birthday,would you?'
How could he refuse? He undid his belt and climbed onto the straw bed.Clares view wasn't the best but as he pulled his jeans down to his knees, revealing his erect cock,he seemed to the best endowed of them all.Hayley turned her head round to smile at him and Clare saw her eyes widen, as if to confirm her own suspicions.Hayley returned to her all fours position and wriggled her arse at Baz,pushing back as she did so.Baz ran his cock along the length of her bum crack before attempting to penetrate her.Hayley gasped and cried out
'Wrong hole,wrong hole!'
The others laughed.
'Come on Baz,you're not fucking your nephew now!' one of them jeered
Baz composed himself and entered Hayley's pussy slowly.Despite being well lubricated with spunk,she still found it hard to accommodate his size and it took a few moments to get into a comfortable rhythm.Shortly however he was balls deep in her and she was moaning to herself softly.Not a false contrived moan like with the others,but the sound of a girl being pleasurably fucked.She swayed in motion with Baz's gentle intrusions and closed her eyes in bliss.
Jackie noticed this and sharply told Baz to hurry up.
'He can take as long as he likes' purred Hayley.
Clare was enjoying the spectacle,she was even more enjoying the fact that Jackie, the arsehole protagonist, was being taught how to fuck his girlfriend by his 'butt of all jokes' mate. This was karma of a kind Clare approved of.
The other lads watched on as Baz gently probed Hayley with his huge dick.She lifted herself off of her hands and raised her body up so she was on her knees.Baz cupped her tits in his hands and kissed her neck,his cock being long and hard enough to stay inside her as he did so.Carefully he pulled her to her feet with his strong arms and she supported herself against the straw pillars,as Baz stood behind her and continued pulsating his cock into her.
As they were now at right angles to her viewpoint,Clare got a good view of Baz's cock pushing in and out of Hayley,it was long enough for him to pull back several inches yet the tip still stay inside her She could tell by Hayley's intonations that she was loving this, every time Baz re-entered her his thrusts became harder.Suddenly he grabbed Hayley's hips and started fucking her faster and harder,Hayley's moans became louder and she let out a long high squeak as she shook and obviously reached orgasm .Baz timed his moment brilliantly as he pumped his load deep inside her,until they both stood there ,supporting each other from collapsing in a heap.Hayley turned herself around in his arms and kissed him gently on the mouth.
'Wonderful' she whispered to him.
Jackie looked furious.
'My turn,come here you slag' ,he snapped at her.
Hayley walked over to Jackie,and lay on her back with her legs closed.
'Spread your legs and open your cunt hole' he ordered.He climbed on top of her,forcing his dick into her cum filled hole and began to fuck her viciously.
'Your'e too sloppy' he said to her, 'Turn round and I'll fuck your arse'
'No' argued Hayley, 'You wanted this,it's my fanny you're getting'
Jackie didn't try and force her.Instead he just went back to fucking her pussy,adopting an air of bravado,saying to his mates, 'This is how you fuck a bitch,fast and furious'
He banged her as he described but Hayley looked bored and couldn't even be bothered to fake an orgasm.When he came, she just stood up and reached for her underwear.
Jackie continued with his deluded bragging.
'She's been fucked speechless and senseless, but I think you bored her a bit Baz by taking so long'
They all got dressed,Baz took down the torches and the camera phones were returned to their owners.Granty ,Mozzer and Baz all took their leave, mumbling thanks and goodbyes to Hayley,who managed a smile for Baz at least.
Just Jackie remained.
'Was it good then?' he asked nonchalantly, 'Who was the best fuck?'
'Oh you were Jackie, definitely,by a mile' she lied
'Now are you going to do what you said you would?'
'Whats that?'
'Lick me clean ,as you promised'
'Nah,I dont fancy it now, I'll see you outside' and off he went ,taking the last remaining torch,leaving Hayley stranded and half dressed in the fading twilight.
'You pig' she called after him and began to cry a little.
Clare watched on,wondering whether this was the time to call out to her,see if she could get Patrick to come and rescue her,but she didn't know if Jackie would be back.
Meanwhile Hayley had put all of her clothes back on except her knickers.She looked around her then walked to an area beyond the hay bales ,where there was an section of the barn floor with just a shallow scattering of straw She squatted down with her back to the door and hitched her skirt up.Placing her fingers inside ,she began to scoop the remaining cum from her and wipe it on the straw below.When she was satisfy she'd got as much out as she could,she relaxed her body and a small trickle emerged from her , building into a hot pale yellow stream as she pissed onto the floor.She looked around her cautiously as she did so,and something caught her eye in the near distance.She stood up and walked towards the next compartment of the barn, pushing aside the hay bale to reveal a discarded stiletto shoe.In the dusk she felt around for another and placed her hand on an unexpected fleshy leg.Hayley screamed .
'Shhhh ' said Clare, ', Please help me!'
The door swung open and Jackie shouted out
'What the fucks up with you'
Hayley looked at Clare,who pleaded with her eyes not to say anything.
'Nothing,I thought I saw a rat' she replied to Clare's gaze.
Jackie walked further into the barn.
'Where are you?' He spied Hayley in the corner and walked towards her
'What you doing here' he asked,then noticed the wet floor.
'Oh you dirty little cow' he exclaimed, 'Pissing on the floor,it stinks' and off he stormed
'I'll see you back at the house'
Clare and Hayley breathed a collective sigh of relief as they heard the barn door slam shut.There was a lot of explaining to do. |
