Foss Wallyfoss@btinternet.com Fold in the Hills 8 foldint8.txt Group mf, mmf, ff, novel CHAPTER EIGHT By the beginning of October Sarah was beginning to make sense of her finances and, though she had a regular income from her work at Bryn Aber farm, she realised that she would only have sufficient for her immediate needs and if she wanted anything like a holiday, new car or other major items of expenditure she would have to break into her precious savings. Of course she could expect a tidy sum when her divorce was settled and the York house was sold as they had already paid off quite a large part of the mortgage with the money from her parent's will, but this she intended to invest so that she would have some security in later life. She wondered what Olwen's reaction would be if she were to look for a full time teaching post in the locality for she thought that she was now regarded as an important part of the smooth running of the farm and had assumed almost total control of its administration, thus allowing Olwen time to supervise the actual farm work and the freedom to visit other markets and exhibitions, keep herself abreast of the rapid changes in farming practices and talk to other farmers with similar holdings. Olwen had managed a couple of days in London a few days ago, leaving Sarah in charge of Bryn Aber, while she negotiated a new and much more profitable deal for her live lamb sales and, on her return Olwen had been jubilant over the new contract and paid Sarah a handsome bonus for covering her absence. Sarah felt that Olwen's jubilation was caused by more than a new contract and she admitted that there had been another purpose to her visit and that she might have some new blood at the next New Year's party. Olwen and Sarah went through the diary for the next month and it was soon clear to Sarah that Olwen was counting on her staying with the farm administration position for the foreseeable future. There was one really hectic session where the two were so busy with phone calls, returns and paper work that they didn't finish until it was time for the evening meal, so Olwen suggested that Sarah stayed over night so that they could complete their seed orders and get them off early the next morning and then Sarah could have a couple of days to do as she wished and forget the farm office. Over the meal, they discussed business and, when William went off to work in his study, the two sat by the log fire and finished the wine they had opened for the evening meal. Olwen fetched the calendar from the office and began to write in the month's engagements, before handing it to Sarah to add her own reminders and, as she reached for the calendar it slipped from her hand and Olwen stretched to retrieve it. Sarah watched as Olwen studied the page and when she looked up her eyes were sparkling with mischief. "What is it?" asked Sarah. "Just a memory," and she handed the calendar to Sarah who glanced at the picture for September and the lovely shot of the little train, nearing the summit of Snowdon. "You dirty devil!" she whispered fiercely. "No prizes for guessing what you're thinking." "You caught on soon enough! Wasn't it a good day out, Sarah?" "Wonderful," she said. "We're a bad pair, Olwen. It's all your fault, you know. I was a complete innocent until I fell into your clutches." "Yes, I know how you hated it all. It must have been terrible for you; Martyn, Bob, Peter, Mike, Andy and goodness knows who else I don't know about." "No one else, I promise, unlike yourself," she accused. "How do you mean?" "I saw the look on your face when you came back from London. You don't get a look like that from selling lamb, Olwen Jones." Olwen laughed and squeezed herself. She looked at her friend and asked, "Do you want to know?" "You'll not be able to resist telling me, so out with it!" Olwen got up and closed the door to the sitting room before filling both glasses and returning to her chair. "I met someone I've known for a long time, if you want the truth," she said, "he's called Glyn, and we've been friends from way back, when his dad used to have a farm just across the River Conway. His parents, the Edwards, were friends of the family through chapel and them having a similar sort of farm to ours. My dad and his had been school friends, but Glyn and I didn't really get to know each other until he turned twenty as he'd been to a private school and then university before coming home for a couple of years." "Didn't he want to carry on with the farm then?" asked Sarah. "No, his younger brother, Trevor, was the farmer in the family while Glyn was more the writer and, after a year or so with the local paper, he got a job with one of the nationals and moved to London." "And how friendly were you?" "You know how it is. We were rather thrown together. In fact I believe Mam had plans for us to marry, but there wasn't a chance of that. I wanted Bryn Aber and loved this part of Wales and he yearned for the bright lights and felt stifled by the sort of life I wanted." "That's sad," said Sarah. "Not really. We had a lot of fun while he worked in this area and we've sort of kept in touch over the years." "Does William know about him?" whispered Sarah, glancing at the door. "Of course he knows about us. We were an item for a couple of years, but he's no idea that we still see each other on the odd occasion." "How often is odd?" asked Sarah "Oh, not often, in fact not for three years. You see I've never really had the time to spare for jaunts to London before you came on the scene." "Oh, I see. It's my fault now." "No, silly. I couldn't trust anyone to be in charge before. William was away all the time, there was the farm and the office, and the house and I couldn't trust Bob Roberts to run it, could I? He's a good worker, but only when he's watched. You know what I mean." Sarah knew exactly what she meant, remembering how she'd had to go and remind him about his jobs while Olwen had been away in London, and how his eyes had followed her, undressing her as she spoke to him. But he'd done as he was told, frightened that Sarah might report him to Olwen and knowing how difficult good jobs with accommodation were to come by in this day and age." "What's he like then, this Glyn?" asked Sarah. "A bit arrogant actually, and...well, a bit....er....frightening, I suppose if I'm honest." "Then why meet up with him?" asked Sarah, puzzled, "Oh well. There's something about him, that's always attracted me; the element of danger when you're with him. He's a superb lover, but you never know what he might say or do and sometimes he takes the most enormous risks." "I don't like the sound of him," said Sarah, shuddering. "Oh, he's very handsome, Sarah, and extremely well endowed if you know what I mean." Sarah blushed at the sight of Olwen's intense expression and smiled nervously. "Does he hurt you?" "A little, but it's worth it. You see he's always in control and makes you do exactly as he wants, but he's never made me feel actually afraid of him and I'm absolutely satiated when I've been with him." Olwen frowned as she remembered the intensity of their recent passionate encounter. "I don't want anything to do with him, Olwen, and I'll tell you that now in case you've any plans for the future." "Don't be silly, Sarah. He's not a monster, and I've certainly no plans for the two of you. I hardly ever see him myself, as I've told you." "I thought you'd asked him to the New Year's party?" "I've asked, but I doubt he'll come as there's too much in London for him to bother travelling out here for our simple farm do." "Anyway, as I've said, he's all yours, so keep him away from me for goodness sake." Olwen laughed and said, "You always say no, and then you can't help yourself when things get going. Look at Bob Roberts. Remember how you didn't want Mike and Andy when we got on the train. You enjoyed Mark and Martyn and you said no to them both at first. You're just as bad as I am, Sarah Brooke, but you don't like to think so, do you?" Olwen paused as she remembered her nights with Glyn. "Still, I agree that Glyn might be a bit of a handful for you, my love. He hates the word 'no', it seems to spur him on to do something even more outrageous." Sarah didn't say anything more, preferring not to know the details of Olwen's latest encounter so she tried to change the subject by filling in the calendar with notes about events she knew were to occur during late October and beyond and, some time later she broached her worries. "Olwen. Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm quite concerned about my future and what's going to happen to me if I don't make plans." "How do you mean?" Sarah went on to explain her financial problems and her need to earn more money to meet her future. She told Olwen that the cottage wasn't the warmest place in winter; the roof needed some attention and she'd like to have central heating installed before too long. Of course she realised that all this couldn't be achieved before this winter, but she wouldn't wish to spend two winters with only the log fire and immersion heater providing her winter warmth. She confessed that her present savings wouldn't pay for all of these improvements and she certainly needed to invest at least half of the proceeds from the house sale when her divorce was finalised. Olwen listened sympathetically and, when she was finished, they both sat in silence and then she got up and made coffee, took one through to William and then sat down again opposite her friend. "I couldn't run this place without you Sarah, you know that. We're a team and things are going really well at present. We both know that over the year there isn't a full time position at the farm, though some weeks we never seem to stop, do we?" and..... Sarah smiled and began to say something but Olwen raised her hand, "No Sarah. let me finish. I've been thinking of giving you a raise, that's why I gave you the bonus, but what I can afford to give you certainly won't pay for all the improvements and alterations you've been talking about. I will try............" "....Olwen," broke in Sarah. "I'm not asking you for a pay rise, in fact I know how fairly I'm treated at present, but I'm seriously thinking of trying to find some permanent, full time work in one of the local schools that would take care of a future pension and give me both the funds and a chance to take out a loan to make my improvements, don't you see?" Olwen thought about this for a while, trying desperately to find a way out of the dilemma. She realised that she desperately needed Sarah, and replacing her would be nearly impossible, but she couldn't finance either a full time administrator or the improvements Sarah needed to make to Penmawr. "Hang on a minute, " said Olwen. "Penmawr isn't the real problem, is it? "How do you mean?" "Penmawr Cottage is your chief asset!" Sarah couldn't see Olwen's point, but she could see how excited Olwen was becoming as she thought through the idea that was forming. "What is it, Olwen?" she asked. "You could let Penmawr for the odd weekend or even the odd week or so. You know yourself how lots of people want a place to stay in the country when they fancy getting away from it all." "But would that bring in the income I need?" "It would certainly help," said Olwen excitedly. "And what do I do while I let Penmawr out to visitors?" "Stay here, of course. The room you occasionally use is empty and you could have it rent free while you worked here." "But that wouldn't answer all my problems, Olwen." "I know, but then with some part time work in the village during the tourist season, you know the sort of thing; the Travel office, Tourist centre, café work or one of the local shops, you could soon double your present income and start to make the improvements you're on about." Sarah was still doubtful, but the idea of casual summer work was a fresh idea for it would allow her to meet more people and perhaps become more involved with the local community. She certainly didn't relish the idea of a nine to five, full time commitment as she had very much enjoyed the freedom to set her own working times and come and go as she pleased. However, in the end it was William who solved her problem for, when he joined them for a night cap he saw their excited faces and asked, "What have you two been up to?" "We're trying to find a way for Sarah to earn more money and become more independent," said Olwen and she told him of her plans and William thought the casual letting of Penmawr a very good scheme, for the tourists would pay for the improvements and as the cottage improved, she could put up her fees. However, he was doubtful about the local part time work idea, for as he pointed out, the wages for unskilled casual work were very low. "I've a much better idea, Sarah," he said smiling. "With my new position I often need to work from home, and I seem to spend a great deal of my time at the computer, word processing stuff which is nothing more than a clerical chore. I've been really impressed by your work for the farm and I've no doubt that you could save me a great deal of time and trouble if I left part of my work in your capable hands. How would you feel about that?" Olwen came back as quick as lightning. "And whose work would take priority, William?" "I'd leave that to Sarah darling, I'm sure she's intelligent enough to prioritise her time to the satisfaction of us both. I'd pay her a weekly retainer and organise a fair salary as a company out-worker." Sarah couldn't think of a better solution to her problems and looked to Olwen for her agreement and thought she seemed less enthusiastic, but she finally agreed to give it a three month trial, on the understanding that if it didn't work out to the satisfaction of them all then they revisit the problem in the new year. Sarah was amazed at such an opportunity for she liked William and felt that with a little patience on his part she could be a great help to him. She had often remarked to Olwen that he seemed to work very long hours, either in the office at Queensferry or in his study at Bryn Aber. That night she slept well, sensing that things were at last coming right and thrilled that she might be able to make a life for herself in this lovely part of Wales and, a few days later she began to work for William. She found him to be a patient teacher as he went through the sort of duties he wished her to learn, and her skill with figures was both necessary and useful and, being a quick learner, she soon mastered a few programmes on his computer and found the new work both interesting and exciting. One morning she received a telephone call from the secretary of a Mr. John Llewellyn, the owner of a letting agency for houses, flats and cottages in the North Wales area. The secretary told her that her boss wanted to meet her and discuss Penmawr Cottage as a letting property or a possible sale. She wasn't altogether surprised by the call, for William had advised her to use the agency and had probably contacted Mr. Llewellyn on her behalf so she agreed to a meeting at Penmawr the next afternoon and decided to finish work as soon as possible so that she could give the place a thorough cleaning. At a little after 5.00pm the following evening Sarah heard a car approaching Penmawr and she opened the door as it drew up in front of the cottage and waited until Mr. Llewellyn got out carrying his briefcase and came over to the door. He introduced himself and shook hands and paused on the doorstep, looking back towards the track he had driven down. "Mind if I take a quick look round while there's still a little light left?" Sarah left him to it and moved back into the cottage, busying herself with cushions and curtains then later, hearing his footsteps at the door she touched her hair into place and called him in. In the light of the standard lamp she saw that he was about forty years old, very tall, and had to stoop at the door. His hair was dark, scraped back from his face and tied in a pony tail at the back and to Sarah he appeared pleasant and very good looking, and she saw that he was wearing a dark jacket over a shirt and tie and light grey slacks. He came through to where Sarah was waiting, smiling and admiring the long beamed room.She watched as his eyes scanned the sitting room, taking in the furniture, carpets, lighting and finally the burning log fire in the dark grate. "Great!" he pronounced. "I'll have no difficulty in letting this place. The cottage is very appealing and its position will need no selling. Can we see the rest of the cottage, please?" Sarah walked him round the whole building answering all his questions about room sizes, heating and services, and when they returned to the sitting room he accepted her offer of a drink and she opened a bottle of red wine. He was very professional and she felt sure that he was a good agent, but she was most impressed when he showed her his current brochure with its coloured photographs of the properties to let and descriptions of their facilities. The wine gradually relaxed Sarah and, by the time they had chatted about the things Sarah would have to provide for her guests, a possible rent for her home and had discussed his fees, they were getting along like old friends. He offered a good deal of advice and warnings about the joys and pitfalls of letting out one's home and it later turned out that he knew both William and Olwen and was, in fact, a distant relation on Olwen's father's side. He had often been to Bryn Aber farm at one time, for Olwen's father had some financial stake in his agency and Olwen had in fact inherited the financial interest, though she had nothing to do with the day to day business of running it. "So naturally, William thought of me when he knew you were looking to earn income from your property. Frankly, I was hoping you might want to sell up, but he told me that you were determined to make a life for yourself in this area and had nowhere else to go." At the end of a very pleasant evening she agreed his offer to represent her and they soon worked out a deal and a plan of action, and she walked him to his car. In the dark she caught her foot on the edge of the grassed area and, as she stumbled forward, John managed to grab hold of her and save her from falling onto her face. He held her until she regained her balance and saw her wince as felt the pain in her toe so, without warning he swept her up into his arms and carried her back to the cottage. She was so surprised by his action that she put her arm about his neck and blushed furiously. "I'm fine, Mr. Llewellyn, honestly, I'm.........." "If we're to be business partners, the name's John, Sarah," and he looked at her, holding her tightly as though she weighed nothing. She felt the heat in her cheeks and smiled nervously. "Now do you want to be on the settee, or shall I carry you upstairs?" he said in all seriousness. "I'll be fine on the settee, honestly," she assure him. "Please don't trouble yourself, it's nothing, really." She suddenly found the whole situation funny and failed to stifle her giggles for it was like a scene from a film and, when she saw the puzzled look on John's face and the way his tie had been hooked up about his ear, she put her head back and began to laugh uncontrollably. "Well I can see that you'll recover all right, unless you're having hysterics, so hold on and I'll put you on the settee." He lowered her really gently and as she slipped from his arms she felt the palm of his left hand against her soft breast and then he stood. "Are you sure you'll be all right on your own, Sarah?" "Yes. Don't worry John. It was nice of you to see me in safely. I've only stubbed a toe. It'll be all right in the morning, I promise." "Take care then, and I'll be in touch," and, to Sarah's amazement he eased the shoe from her foot, knelt down and kissed the damaged toe. "There, that'll make it better. Good night. I'll see myself out." Sarah watched, open mouthed until the door closed, and not until the sound of the car had disappeared did she close it. Later she phoned Olwen, and told her about the visit, mentioning the toe incident, but not the kiss. "Is there a Mrs. Llewellyn?" she asked casually. "And I thought I was the fast worker, Sarah Thompson! Yes there is a Mrs. Llewellyn." "What's she like?" asked Sarah doing her best to hide the disappointment from her voice," I bet she's very glamorous isn't she?" "Used to be, but not any more," said Olwen mysteriously. "Was there an accident? What happened to her?" "She got old. She's about 90 years old by now," and Olwen began to laugh, delighted by her own humour. "It"s his mother, silly. My Aunty Rene, or so I call her. John's been married twice but neither marriage worked out. I suspect he's got a bad case of roving 'eyeitis' and he doesn't do much to hide the fact." Sarah was quiet for a while, remembering the sensation of being in his arms. "Sarah. Are you still there?" asked Olwen. "Yes. Sorry." "You be very careful my girl. He's got a reputation for eating little things like you." "That might be a very nice experience," said Sarah and put the phone down before Olwen could reply. Later, in bed, Sarah tried to picture his face and the feel of his arms about her and she smiled as she snuggled down into the duvet. "Hope it's not too long before he gets in touch," she thought and wondered what he would look like when his hair was untidy and his tie was off. As it happened, Sarah didn't have a long wait as John rang her the next day and enquired about her poor toe. Sarah laughed at his seriousness and soon they were chatting together about Penmawr and its potential. Her heart jumped when he asked her if she'd like to discuss a contract over dinner and he told her that he'd pick her up on Saturday evening at 7.00pm. Olwen was delighted for her, but warned her to be on her guard for she knew John's reputation for breaking hearts and didn't want Sarah to get hurt. "I've no intention of becoming involved with him or anyone else, Olwen as I'm not free of Tim yet, and would hate to give him cause for a counter claim against me. I like things the way they are, and you and William keep me far to busy to think of anything much outside of Bryn Aber and the oil business." Nevertheless, when she heard John's car outside her cottage, her heart skipped a beat and she hurried to the door to greet him and he drove her to a little place a few miles inland from the coast and they sat together in a small alcove, sipping drinks and waiting for their meal to be prepared. John was very handsome in his cream jacket and dark trousers and it was fun being with someone who seemed so self assured and confident. Sarah wore a new dress she'd bought in Chester and the dark material and scooped neckline set off her fair hair which she'd pinned up to show off her long neck and the sovereign hanging from a thin gold chain. The meal was superb and the wine smooth and golden and Sarah couldn't remember a better meal and refused a sweet, feeling that she'd had quite sufficient.As they sipped their coffees their talk became more intimate and he told her of his marriages and why they had failed and she found his frankness quite refreshing and admired the way he took most of the blame. Then it was her turn and she sketched the events of the past year or so and smiled when he said that Tim must be some sort of idiot to treat her so callously. On the drive home he talked about the way she ought to market Penmawr and she told him not to take too many bookings for next year as she didn't yet know what she might be doing. She told him of her plans for the cottage and he warned her not to alter the character of the place for that was its appeal and ultimately what his customers wanted in a holiday place. Once back at Penmawr she asked him in for a coffee, and when they were sitting together on the settee he told her how attractive she was and how much he had enjoyed her company. Gently he took her cup from her and then turned and kissed her tenderly and the he held her shoulders and kissed her once more while Sarah's head whirled with the sensation and she felt a wave of excitement pass down her spine and she shivered quite involuntarily. "Are you cold?" he asked. Sarah shook her head and looked up into his dark eyes and she moved closer to him and once again their lips met and she felt the familiar tingling in her breasts. "When will I see you again?" she asked. "Sooner than you think, Sarah. I'm going to pop up tomorrow morning and get a photograph of Penmawr when it's in daylight. I thought I'd stand back by the path to the bridge and take a shot from there as it should show the whole length of the property and an impression of the view and beyond." "I suppose you've a really good camera?" "Not bad. It's locked up in the boot as I hardly go anywhere without it." Sarah thought for an moment before saying, "It's a pity you have to go all the way back to Llandudno tonight only to drive all the way up here again in the morning. Seems silly don't you think?" "It does if you only knew how much I don't want to go back to Llandudno and leave you here," he said. looking into her eyes with such longing. "Well. Why go? There's plenty of room here and it seems such a silly waste of time." "What will people say?" he asked, smiling. "People. What people? No one knows you're here, in fact very few people know that Penmawr Cottage is here." He laughed and hugged her to him. "That's very good of you, Sarah for it'll save me no end of trouble, and to be honest I've had a bit more to drink than is wise, don't you think?" "Quite so, but if you're not driving, how about a nightcap to help you to sleep?" and she moved to the cabinet and poured out two generous measures of cognac and returned to his side. They toasted their new association and downed the golden liquid, and then took her glass from her and placed it with his on the small occasional table. When he turned back to her she fell into his arms and they kissed each other with such passion that she moaned with excitement as his tongue explored her mouth and she clutched him to her, afraid to let him go. Once in the main bedroom he began to undress her and soon she was watching him as he took off his clothes. She smiled as he moved to close the bedroom door and when he turned she said, "And that, John." "What?" he asked, puzzled. "I want to see your hair when it's not tied back." He reached up, unfastened the band and as he shook his head his hair flowed loose and framed his excited face. "Satisfied?" he asked "That depends," she laughed, and slipped beneath the duvet. John joined her and when he had covered her face with burning kisses she cried out for breath and pushed him away. "This bed will be a good thing to feature in the advert. People like the sound of anything old fashioned, in fact we might be able to advertise it as a honeymooner's cottage." "You'll be able to personally vouch for it after tonight. Will you put that in the advert?" "That's a good idea, Sarah. All the beds in these cottages have been tried and tested by the agency and are guaranteed to give you a night to remember. How's that sound?" "Terrible!" she laughed and pulled him to her once again. He was a gentle lover and before long she was completely at his mercy. His gentle lips brought the tips of her breasts to a fine state of erection and his expert tongue and mouth churned her soft cunney into such a state of ecstasy that she experience a number of short, sharp orgasms in rapid succession, leaving her head reeling and panting for oxygen. When he at last lifted his face from between her legs she could see his mouth and chin covered with her juices and as he smiled, her heart seemed to leap and she begged him to enter her quickly. He knelt above her and she felt for his weapon and, squeezing the rigid length of it, she guided it to her steamy center and, when it was fully lodged inside her vagina she grasped his firm buttocks with both hands, urging him to plunge even deeper into her centre and fighting madly against his withdrawal. At the approach of her climax she seemed to lose all reason and she became a mad thing, turning her head from side to side as she opened her mouth to gulp air and gasp out her demands and as she felt his manhood swell within her, his hips began to jerk, and she begged him for sweet fulfillment. He lowered himself onto her, crushing her lips with his own, and she marvelled at the jerking, pulsating thing inside her and heard deep moans as he thrashed out his own satisfaction between her wet and slippery thighs. Neither moved for an age and when at last the room came back into focus, he eased himself from her, rolled to one side to switch off the bedside lamp and swept her once again into his arms and her close to him. Sarah was so relaxed and complete that she closed her eyes, and the last thing she was aware of was a feeling of being safe and his soft lips kissing her damp forehead in the dark room. By the end of the month Sarah's life had settled into the new pattern and generally her mornings were occupied with farm business then, after a light lunch with Olwen, Sarah would work in William's study, filling out his notes, or putting a series of figures onto a computer graphics programme. Often she would be asked to prepare a report for presentation to Head Office or copy up the minutes of meetings William had worked on the previous evening. There were quite measurable benefits to the work she did, for William seemed less wrapped up in his work and once or twice he and Olwen had dined out together, visited the theatre in nearby Bangor or invited friends round for drinks. William obviously enjoyed his social life and he and Olwen soon became an item once more and Sarah was really pleased by the change in her friends although it did seem to emphasise the loneliness of her own existence. She had met John Llewellyn one more time when he called at the farm office to deliver a copy of next years brochure for her general approval and his photograph of Penmawr Cottage was quite beautiful and she admired the way he had captured the mood and isolation of the cottage and asked him if he would let her have a copy of the photograph to frame and hang on her sitting room wall. He had stayed to lunch with herself and Olwen, but left soon afterwards saying he had to be on hand in the office for requests would begin to come through from now on and that this was a really busy time in his business. She had walked him to his car and he had kissed her briefly on the cheek and promised to be in touch before too long. Olwen watched the scene from her window, as Sarah stood alone watching the car pull away and, when Sarah returned the made another cup of coffee and sat together in silence for a moment or two. "Well, better get on. William's keeping me busy lately and I've loads to do." "I did warn you, Sarah," said Olwen quietly. "Yes, I know," she answered. "He's such a lovely man, isn't he?" she added. "There's lots round here who think the same as you I'm afraid." "Still, better to have loved and lost, and so on," she said more brightly than she felt, and left Olwen and went to the study. Later that evening, John telephoned the cottage and told her that a chap from Lincolnshire had contacted him, wanting a cottage for himself and two friends for the first week in November where they hoped to do some walking and fishing in the Conway area. "I told him about Penmawr, thinking I might get you a bit of money for Christmas and so on, and he said it would be just right. I explained about the two bedrooms and he thought it would be no problem as one of them would use the settee. He would have booked it there and then, but I told him you were new to our agency and I would need to check with you before agreeing. What do you think, Sarah?" "Just a weekend? Well I do need the money and I've got a local builder coming to look at the roof as it needs some new slates and some pointing. What do you think John?" "Go for it. You've got to do it one day, so why not begin with a weekend let?" "What must I do?" "Nothing much. Put all your personal stuff into that fitted recess until in the bedroom and in one of the wardrobes and lock them away. You have other storage and, as long as they've somewhere for their stuff they'll be happy. You'll need to leave instructions about fire wood, reading the electricity meters, the TV and kitchen appliances and leave the beds stripped and clean sheets and blankets for them to use and that's about it. I'll send them instructions on how to find Penmawr and pay you when they've paid me so it's as simple as that." Sarah rang Olwen and brought her things down to the farm on Friday morning and Olwen was busy and she stayed to help for a couple of hours before driving back to her cottage to make final arrangements. By mid afternoon the place was clean and tidy and a fire laid in the dark grate. She wrote out a set of instructions as she'd been advised and, as she was hanging a dry shower curtain to the rail, she heard a car draw up by the cottage. She was dressed in jeans, an old T shirt and she hadn't bothered with make up, and when she glanced at herself in the mirror she saw how tangled her hair was and the streaks of ash across her face from cleaning out the fire grate and relaying it for lighting and the door opened and a voice called, "Anyone here?" "Hello," said Sarah as she came down to meet them, "sorry I'm still about, but there's been a lot to do and we weren't given much notice. It's all ready for you now so, if you'd like to come through I'll show you where everything is before I go." The three men were in their early thirties and they looked about the place as Sarah pointed out what they needed to know. "........and the wood's in the outhouse at the end of the cottage, and the key is kept here by the door. There's a light in and a good axe so you'll have no trouble. Right, if there's nothing else, I'll leave you to enjoy your weekend and, if you need anything my name's Sarah Brooke and you cane reach me on the number by the telephone." The older man, who'd introduced himself as Carl, stopped her leaving and asked, "Anywhere you can recommend for us to eat, Sarah?" "There's plenty of places in Conway, Llandudno or Colwyn Bay or any of the resorts, mind you a lot of places close at this end of the season but you're welcome to cook here if you want to. Won't you be catching fish with those rods?" She pointed to the rod bags by the door. "I suppose so love, but I'm no cook and I'm sure Danny and Dave here are even worse than me." "All you need is some foil and then, when you've cleaned the fish, pat them with oil or butter and bake them........." "You might just as well be talking to us in Welsh. We're not house trained, see. We've only just mastered the art of making sarnies. Tell you what though, is there anybody round here who'd make us a bit of meal tomorrow night? We'd pay of course, in fact we'd pay well, you see, if we eat in we could have a drink and not have to bother about driving up that bloody track in the dark." "Oh, I don't know, really I don't." said Sarah. "You see you might not catch anything and then what would you want to eat? It would need preparing and so on." "Let's say this," said Carl. "Would you be willing to lay on bit of a dinner party for us tomorrow night? Let's say we'll pay you fifty pound and another tenner if you wash up and clear away, so the owner has nothing to grumble about. It'd cost us that if we went out for a meal and then had to find a taxi to bring us all the way up here." "I'm not sure," said Sarah, "I don't know what you like and don't like to eat, do I?" "We like plain food, nothing too fancy. Tell you what, forget the fish, you make us a surprise and supply some decent wine and a few cans of beer, and whatever's left out of a hundred pounds you can keep. How's that?" "What time do you want to eat?" she asked. "Eight o" clock sharp, my love. A deal?" Sarah agreed and as she drove down to Bryn Aber she reckoned she could make quiet a bit for herself out of the five twenty pound notes they'd given her. "That and the rent should take care of the roof and some of the pointing," she thought. When Sarah mentioned the arrangement Olwen became really interested. "What are they like, Sarah?" "Nice. They're very friendly and seem to be good friends." "Generous enough aren't they?" she remarked. "Yes, but I've the job of deciding what plain food they'd like, buying it and the drinks, as well as getting it ready for eight." "Would you like a hand with it? I'm free tomorrow as William's meeting his boss from London and staying in Chester overnight." "The offer wouldn't have anything to do with my guests being male by any chance?" "Don't be silly, Sarah. I couldn't let you be alone in Penmawr Cottage with three strangers, now could I? It wouldn't be proper, would it? Besides they've no idea who we are, so it could be fun." Together they worked out a menu and the next morning she drove into Llandudno and shopped for what they needed. They decided to cook Welsh lamb and Olwen provided a good leg joint from her freezer which they'd allowed to defrost over night. They chose two bottles of New Zealand Cabernet Sauvignon and Chardonnay from the Barrosa Valley and purchased some cans of lager and beer. Sarah spent the afternoon making an apple and cinnamon pie while Olwen made a cream of leek soup and defrosted some home baked bread rolls. They planned to part cook the meat and prepare the vegetables and carry them all up to the cottage, and Sarah would make a few bin sized Yorkshire puddings using her own oven so that they would be cooked at the last minute. At seven o" clock the two loaded the Volvo and drove along the dark and narrow track up to the isolated cottage of Penmawr. They had discusses what to wear for some time and Sarah had allowed Olwen to persuade her to put on a short, dark blue dress with a V neck that was belted at the waist, while Olwen had chosen a similar style dress but in red. They both wore shoes with heels and their hair was pinned back from their faces. Olwen's argument had been that their presentation was equally as important as the food, for their guests were on holiday and wouldn't appreciate hostesses serving food in pinafores over jeans. Carl himself opened the door and held it until they had unloaded the car and carried everything through to the kitchen and Sarah saw one of his companions by the fire and from the sounds of chopping at the end of the cottage, she guessed that the third member of the party was busy in the wood shed. "That's the lot," said Sarah as they walked past Carl for the fourth time. "Who's you assistant?" he asked. "Sorry, Carl," she shouted, "it's Olwen!" When Olwen came through to the kitchen, Dave shoved at the door causing Carl to stumble slightly. "Steady on Dave. Watch where you're going." Dave went to the fireplace with his basket of logs and joined the group near the door. "This is my friend, Olwen, who's helping me with the meal. Olwen, this is Carl and Dave, and you must be Danny." They all said hello and then Sarah said, "Well, if you want to eat at eight, you'll have to excuse us as there's lots to do." By 7.50pm the meal was under control. Olwen had laid the table and pulled it more into the centre of the room so that they would be able to serve from all sides. There was no sign of the three guests, but Olwen could hear their voices and laughter from above. At eight o" clock the three men appeared, showered, changed into clean clothes and ready for the start of the meal and then Olwen served the soup while Sarah carved the tender lamb and filled the tureens with vegetables. After what seemed an age to Sarah, Olwen returned carrying the large tureen of cream of leek soup. She was looking rather flushed, but Sarah put it down to the heat of the sitting room and the speed with which they'd had to work. Together they took in the main course, handing each of the guests a plate, generously covered with slices of Welsh lamb and told them what was in the covered tureens and left them to the meal and the wine. As Sarah waited for Olwen to place the mint sauce dish in the centre of the table she was quite shocked to see Danny quite openly stroking her friend's bottom and pat is as she pulled away, laughing and, once in the kitchen Sarah whispered, "Olwen! I don't believe you!" "It's not me you should be getting at, it's those three! You wouldn't believe what they were trying to do while I was serving the soup. It's a wonder I got any of it into their dishes, the dirty devils!" "Well you can't have objected so strongly or they wouldn't have tried it again. Anyway, if they think their one hundred pounds gives them the right to paw us both, they've another think coming...." and she watched Olwen trying to control her giggles, "....unless, of course, they've got the idea that they are free to take any liberties they wish. Olwen, you're terrible! We know nothing about them and they might be murderers for all we know." "I don't think so somehow," said Olwen, "as Dave told me he'd die if I didn't let him have his way!" "Well, count me out of this one Olwen. I've had enough of strangers for a long time. We're going to get really hurt one of these days, if we go on like this." Sarah ladled some of the left over soup into two bowls and handed one to Olwen and the pair ate in silence and occasionally Olwen got up and peered through the door to see if they'd finished their main course. "Seem to be enjoying it, Sarah. The wine's nearly gone, so that's a good sign." Sarah stirred the custard and found a knife to cut the apple pie. "We'll both clear away when they've finished and you can serve the sweet while I make the coffee." "You trust me to be with them again then?" "Please yourself, Olwen. Nothing I say will change you, I know that much, but remember, I'm not involved and when we've cleared away I'm for Bryn Aber so don't forget." The two carried away all signs of the main course and, when Olwen went through to serve the apple pie, Sarah heard the roar of applause, cheers and high spirited laughter coming form her sitting room. When Olwen didn't return to the kitchen for some time, Sarah walked to the door and peeped in. At first she couldn't see her friend and then she spotted the table cloth moving and suddenly Olwen's bottom appeared and she stood, pushing back her hair, her face red and eyes alight with excitement. Dave spotted Sarah and beckoned her to join them and she shook her head and closed the door, retreating to the kitchen and waiting for the milk to heat. She carried the tray of cups and coffee into the sitting room and frowned as the sight of Olwen sitting on Danny's knee while she drank from a glass of wine. "Coffee for everyone?" she said loudly and put down the tray and screamed as she was suddenly grabbed around the waist and pulled onto Carl's knee. He snuggled his face into her bosom and she pushed at his shoulders, trying to get free and, when he looked up at her and saw that she was serious he let go. "Sorry Sarah. I apologise for my behaviour." The room went quiet all of a sudden and they all looked at her with mixed expressions. Sarah blushed, feeling the center piece of this little drama and then she straightened her dress and moved to serve the coffee. They all sat in silence while she placed a cup before each of them and poured the hot, black liquid and when she'd finished she cleared her throat and asked, "Have you all had sufficient or is there anything more you require?" Carl tried hard to stifle a giggle, but failed and said, "What a question!" He managed to control himself and asked if she had any more wine in the house and Sarah pointed to the cans of lager and beer she had bought, but Carl explained that mixing wine and beer wasn't a good idea on top of such a wonderful meal. She looked in the kitchen and returned with an opened box of red wine and said that she had nothing else, but they were welcome to this as it was practically full. She cleared the table and set about washing up and Olwen joined her a few minutes later and worked until most of the pots and pans were clean and tidied away and then they sat at the small kitchen table and ate a slice of pie and finished off the custard and, when Carl appeared with two glasses of red wine they thanked him and saluted the trio. Olwen drank her wine quickly, went through to the sitting room and reappeared a few moments later with two more glasses. "I'm thirsty, aren't you, Sarah?" "It's all the stress and worry over the meal. I'm always nervous preparing things for other people, especially ones I don't know." "What now?" asked Olwen. "Well we should leave them to it, I suppose. I'll put what's left of the food in the fridge and tell them they're welcome to it tomorrow." She covered the two or three dishes and plates with cling film and organised the contents of the fridge to accommodate the extra. She moved a large trout to the bottom shelf, surprised by its weight, shining scales and bright eye and thought that at least one of the guests had been successful and, when she stood again she saw that she still had a glass full of wine at her place and drank it quickly. "Thought I'd finished that. God I must be tired not to know what I've drunk." She saw Olwen at he door waiting and Sarah thought she looked rather thoughtful and guessed that she didn't know what to do or say next. "Look Olwen, I'm tired and now I'm ready to drive down to Bryn Aber and into bed. I know you're thinking of staying up here and it's up to you, but remember there's three of them and you'll be on your own, so I'd rather you came back with me or I'll be worrying about you all night." Olwen returned to the table and sat down, so Sarah pulled out a chair and joined her. "I couldn't stay up here alone, Sarah. Carl wants me to and I've sort of given him the impression that it's okay thought I told him that you weren't keen and that I wasn't staying on my own, and he asked me to have a word with you." "Oh, I see. That's great. You get to do your thing with Carl, and I get to entertain the other two. That's wonderful, isn't it?" "No. You don't understand. I'll take care of Carl and Dave, Sarah. It's Danny who's got the hots for you. He's been pleading with me to arrange things, but I said.........." "You said I was easy, I suppose. That I'll sleep with anyone who happens to ask..........." "It's not like that Sarah! It's just a bit of fun. They want a party, that's all, now where's the harm in that?" The door opened and Carl appeared with the wine box. "Another glass ladies, before we finish it off?" Olwen held out her glass and motioned with her eyes towards the silent Sarah. "Sarah, the boys would like to show you their appreciation of the wonderful meal you've prepared. Would you come through please?" She reluctantly followed him through and Olwen picked up Sarah's empty glass before joining them. Carl stood by the table and made a toast. "Sarah and Olwen, ladies! We'd like to drink to your health and show our thanks for a wonderful evening. Hey, you haven't a glass, Sarah, that's no good!" Olwen held out the empty glass and Carl filled it, taking care not to spill a drop of the red liquid. He handed it to Sarah who smiled and glanced at Danny, blushing when she recognised the raw desire in his open stare. "To the cooks," said Carl, "and to a splendid meal." They all took a drink and then, as Sarah looked to Olwen the men joined them and soon the five of them were chatting and laughing together. Sarah found that the trio were both friendly and interesting and, as Carl engaged Olwen in conversation she listened as Dave told her that they were all on leave from the same regiment. They'd been serving a spell of duty in Northern Ireland and had spent a week or so with the families before meeting together for a weekend of fishing and walking. They'd planned this jaunt during one of their long night duties and challenged each other to fish the same water and the one to catch the heaviest fish was to be the winner. "Who's the winner?" she asked. "I am," said Danny, shyly. "So, it's your trout in the fridge. What's the prize to be?" she asked. "Now that would be telling." "Come on. What's the big mystery?" she urged. "I might tell you later, if you're a good girl." Sarah, laughed softly, enjoying his gentle teasing and admired his handsome good looks. Danny was about the same height as her and he had really blue eyes and a rather frank stare that was both innocent and appealing. He was sturdily built and she could only guess at the strength beneath the white shirt and rather baggy trouser. His hair was very fair and cropped short, and his baby face and ready smile made him seem very attractive to Sarah. Dave quietly filled Sarah's glass again and after taking a drink she suddenly became aware of the effect the wine was having on her and felt rather light headed. Danny noticed her eyes and asked her if she'd like to sit down and led her to the settee and sat beside her. "Goodness me. How many glasses of this have I had?" she asked. "Does it matter?" asked Danny, "nobody's counting. They're all having a good time. Do you feel all right Sarah?" "A bit giddy, but it'll pass when I get back to the farm." She handed him her empty glass and looked to see if Olwen was ready to go home with her. But Olwen was in her element between Carl and Dave. Her face seemed alive when she smiled and she laughed at what the pair were telling her. Sarah saw that her dark eyes were flirting outrageously with her two companions so she sighed and settled back, knowing that now wasn't the time to interrupt the party. She felt Danny's arm round her shoulders and closed her eyes in an attempt to stop the spinning in her head. "Why don't you go upstairs for a few minutes until you head clears?" asked Danny softly, "you'll be perfectly safe, Sarah. I'll see that you come to no harm. You've drunk a bit too quickly and, with all the work you've put in to preparing the meal, you must be shattered." Sarah blinked, trying to clear her mind, but the spinning seemed to increase and she groaned, not knowing what to do with herself. "Come on," he said, pulling her to her feet and then he helped her to the stairs, and Sarah nodded when Olwen asked if she was okay. Danny climbed with the and she felt his strong hand beneath her arm as he guided her into the spare room and helped by lowering her gently onto the three quarter bed. His hand clutched her breasts as she lay back onto the soft mattress and she tried to protest, but it was all too much trouble and then the hand pulled away. "Don't let them come in here, Danny. Promise me," she begged. "I won't let them hurt you, Sarah. No one's coming in here, but me, I promise." She couldn't open her eyes, but she managed a brief smile of gratitude. "I'll be all right now Danny. Don't let me sleep too long will you? Tell Olwen to take me with her when she goes, there's a good lad." Moments later Danny heard a gentle snore, and smiled. He examined her lovely legs, for the dress had ridden up when she dropped back onto the bed and then he very carefully pulled the V of her dress apart and admired the swell of her plump breasts. He stroked her soft hair and kissed her lips so lightly that she didn't stir. "What a prize," he thought, feeling the swelling at his groin, "beats a silver cup any day!" He switched the room light off, pushed the bedroom door closed and sat by the window listening to her breathing and waited in anticipation for the time when he would wake her and celebrate his victory. Down below Olwen's head was also spinning, but it was due to Carl's kisses and the feel of Dave as he pushed himself into her back. She knew what they wanted and, as Carl's tongue explored her open mouth she wondered what plans they had made during their meal together. She pushed Carl's face away, gasping for breath, for the fire was still blazing and the room seemed stiflingly hot. "God! I can hardly breath in here. It's so hot, I can feel myself getting redder. Are you two the same?" Dave, with his arms about her waist was still grinding his hips into her buttocks and she could feel his erection as he pressed up against her. Carl pulled her to him again and whispered, "You'd be a lot more comfortable if you took this off," and he pulled the neck of her dress apart and licked his lips when he saw the half exposed breasts beneath. Olwen pushed him aside and squirmed from Dave's clutches and she laughed at the open desire in their flushed faces and said, "This isn't the right place for what you two have got in mind. Why don't you let me go upstairs and you two stay here a while and decide how you're going to organise the evening and then, when you've come to an agreement, well....I'll be ready and waiting as they say!" She thought poor Dave was going to have a fit as his forehead was wet with perspiration and the bulge in his trousers was visibly throbbing. "Now Dave, don't you go having an accident and wasting all that energy. Save some for later boyo, it could be a long night!" Dave blushed and put his hand down to cover his embarrassment and Carl laughed out loud. "Olwen, you're just what an old soldier needs. Off you go and we'll have a little chat while my friend her splashes some cold water on his predicament." She smiled and straightened her dress. "Don't forget to lock up and turn out the lights, and that fire wants seeing to. We don't want to be burned to death in our beds, do we?" "Get up those stairs woman, while you've still chance, or we'll give you a seeing to down here, fire or no fire." She climbed the stairs and, seeing the open door to the main bedroom, looked in at the large empty bed and felt a shiver of excitement race though her loins. She pulled off her dress, bra and briefs and thought about leaving her stockings on, but decided that they might get torn, and removed them too. She glanced in the dressing table mirror and from her handbag removed a small pouch and quickly repaired her make up. She added another layer of red lipstick then, with a wicked smile, she began to circle a little of it onto her nipples. She next dabbed some perfume to her wrists, ears and thighs and, turning off all but the small punk bedside lamp, slipped beneath the cool sheets and as she lay there, listening for sounds from below, she became aware of the dampness between her thighs and gently scratched the dark hair at her groin and waited. When the footsteps sounded on the stairs, her heart began to hammer with excited anticipation and, when the door opened and she saw Carl there she smiled and whispered, "I thought you'd be the first, Carl." "Wrong again, Olwen. We're both here!" and he stepped into the room and was immediately followed by Dave. The two stood there at her bedside, grinning and rather embarrassed by the situation but, when she offered no protest at their decision, they shrugged their shoulders and began to undress. Carl was ready first and shot into bed on the door side, leaving Dave to cup his hands at his naked thighs, and shuffle round to the other side and join them while Olwen lay between the two, hardly daring to breathe, for she had been confident that they would take her one at a time and never even considered the possibility that she might have to accommodate the two of them together. She felt a leg sliding up and down her own and then Dave's hand was at her breast, stroking the firm flesh and teasing the nipples. "You smell wonderful," said Carl, "doesn't she Dave?" "Lovely. Reminds me of that time in Hamburg when that wee slip of a lass......." "Olwen doesn't want top hear about your daft tales, do you love?" "Why, what happened, Dave?" "Nothing. It doesn't matter." Dave's caresses became more intimate and then Carl turned on his side and stroked her thighs with soft fingers. He shifted up the bed a little, leaned over and gave her a long kiss that made her head spin. "Okay?" he asked. Olwen smiled and pulled his head down for another kiss and then she felt Dave's fingers making soft circles at her navel. Moment later she was lost, and soon the duvet was kicked away and onto the floor and she saw, for the first time, how eager her two companions were to have her. Carl's weapon seemed to rise like a curved arm from the thick black hair at his groin. It was a lengthy shaft, crisscrossed with rigid veins which seemed so swollen that they might burst. By contrast Dave's tool was shorter and very thick and the head was half covered by a thick envelope of skin and the hole in the half exposed end seemed like a Cyclops's eye. Olwen raised her head to view the two weapons and, smiling lasciviously, lowered both hands and grasped them, squeezing them in her palms and assessing their power. She gave them a tentative pull, and was amazed to see a tear of white liquid seep from Dave's weapon and she rubbed it over the expose end, causing it to rise from its thick collar of skin. She loved the feel of their hands at her breasts and her nipples were now so erect that they were almost painful to touch and she began to utter little cries as her lovers squeezed and rubbed her breasts about her chest. Then, without warning the two moved and Dave rolled over until he was sitting astride her and then eased himself high onto her chest until she grasped his turgid cock and, using her tongue, teased the half hidden end and lapped at the gaping eye. She pushed back the collar of thick skin, exposing the whole helmet and, as he began to move his hips, she pressed it down, raised her head and guided it between her reddened lips and into hot mouth. Dave carefully plumped a cushion beneath her neck to make her more comfortable and then held her head and pulled her towards his thrusting tool so that she had to adjust her breathing to his withdrawals. Carl whispered for her to open her legs and she complied and then his mouth was at her cunney and his long tongue slid between the swollen lips of her fanny and she was lost in a kaleidoscope of sensations. "Control!" Carl ordered and Dave slowed as he came back the brink of oblivion. His cock slipped from her mouth and she took a few deep breaths until her breathing became more regular and later they ordered her onto her feet and, as Carl positioned himself on the edge of the high mattress, Dave pushed her forwards from behind so that her head was over Carl's veined tool, and then she understood Dave's intention as he pulled back her buttocks and thumbed her cunney lips before inserting his thick cock into her steamy opening. When he was safely lodged inside her and slamming his muscled thighs against the back of her thighs, she lowered her head to take Carl's manhood in her mouth and Carl gripped the back of her neck and she became afraid that he would push her so hard that she would choke on the rigid length of him, but he didn't force her at all and soon she enjoyed the feel of him as his veined shaft began to throb at his approaching climax. His control was superb and Olwen's joy knew no bounds. She felt Dave's weapon swell and jerk and she squeezed her own muscles until he uttered a loud groan of defeat, followed by hot bolts of juice as they shot into her depths. He stayed quite still for a time, while Olwen continued nursing at Carl's cock and later she felt him slip out of her, leaving her with a sense of loss and emptiness. Carl pushed her head from him and turned her so that she was again on her bed, and, when Dave climbed wearily in beside her she felt again the warmth and security of being between the two of them. They lay still and quiet for a while and when Carl knelt up she understood his need and opened herself up to him. His entry was deep and sure and she loved the feel of his pole as he plunged up to the very hilt. She felt the little waves of passion through his unyielding veins and they caused her own internal muscles to throb and vibrate and, as they picked up their pulsating rhythm, Olwen knew that she was on the very edge of an enormous climax. She became afraid of the oncoming storm for it made her heart surge and her brain reel and, when she unknowingly slipped beyond the point of no return she uttered a keening cry and hear an unintelligible and guttural choke for her partner. When it came they both felt a blinding ecstasy that seemed to begin somewhere deep inside and travel outwards and then down the hardened muscles of their rigid thighs and some time later they came round and when Olwen opened her eyes she saw the smiling face of Dave as he bent to nuzzle at her breasts. In the darkened bedroom next door the sound of the combined cries of passion woke the sleeping Sarah and, for a moment, she wondered where she was and what the sound might be. Her mind began to dismiss the noises as a cry from some hunted creature by the stream, but then she had the feeling that she was not alone. Gradually the events of the dinner and the drink returned to her tired brain and as she was about to climb from the bed a quiet voice asked, "Are you feeling better, Sarah?" "Danny? Yes thanks, much better. Have I been asleep long?" "Long enough." "Have you been here all the time?" "Of course. I promised, didn't I?" "Where's Olwen? Has she left?" "No, the party's been going on next door. That's what woke you." She felt his hand on hers and tried to sit up. "I'd better see if she's alright." "Not yet, Sarah, leave them while they're nice and quiet, they're probably resting." Sarah lay back and stared at the window. "Aren't you sorry you're not with them?" she asked softly. "I'm exactly where I want to be, Sarah. I promised you I'd be here and I keep my promises." "Have you a family, Danny?" "Mum and Dad and a sister," he answered. "Tell me about yourself," she whispered. He talked for a while and Sarah listened to what he had to say and prompted him with a question every so often. Then it was her turn and she told him of her childhood but didn't mention Tim, her failed marriage or her last few months in Wales, frightened that it might depress her or change the mood of the moment and, some time later they heard noises from the room next door, and Sarah giggled at the unmistakable sound of Olwen's raucous laughter. "I ought to see if she's okay, Danny. It's the least I can do." He tried to hold her but she sat up and left the bed. Quietly she pulled open the bedroom door and crept along the landing until she was able to peer round the open door to her own room. Her hand shot to her mouth for she saw that Olwen was more than alright; she was on her back with her legs splayed wide apart and, while Carl was feeding what looked like a considerable part of his anatomy into her open mouth his friend, Dave, was rubbing his own, semi erect and stubby, manhood up and down the sloppy red channel of Olwen's cunney and smiling at the sensations he was causing. The trio were so engrossed in their lascivious games that even if she'd walked into the bedroom they would not have noticed. She felt Danny at her shoulder and turned to see his grin of delight at his partners" activities and whispered, "Better leave them to it, Sarah. Olwen looks to have everything under control, don't you think?" Sarah allowed herself to be led back into her spare room and, when his lips found hers she forgot her resolve to go away and allowed him to strip her of every garment she was wearing and eventually helped him off with his. Before long his weapon was lodged inside her and they were speeding along as if their very lives depended on it and when the climax arrived it was a deeply satisfying one and Sarah was amazed when, within a couple of minutes, he turned to her and begged for more. She laughed as his lips teased hers and when they found her sensitive nipples she swooned as he created tingling shocks of pleasure. "What a prize!" he whispered to her. "I couldn't have won anything more exciting in a thousand years." "I understand now! You dirty devils. I'm nothing more than a trophy am I? This is a put up job between the lot of you. I don't..........." "Has it been so terrible, Sarah?" he asked, and kissed her again quite fiercely. "I'm not too sure," she complained. "I'd no intention of doing any of this you know. I was tricked and someone was obviously hell bent on getting me tipsy and kept filling my glass. I'll bet you were all in on the conspiracy, even Olwen, weren't you?" "Not Olwen, well not at first. How could she be? But we had to find a way of making this happen." "And if I'd gone away, as I fully intended to, what would you have done then?" "I'd have had to make do with fifty quid," he said laughing, "but, this is a much better prize, don't you think?" and, before she could reply he pulled her from the bed and turned her towards the window. When she understood his game she complied parting her legs and pushing back her buttocks, allowing him easy access to her soaking channel. As he was carefully trying to locate her opening she put her hand back to help him and he gave a deep groan of pleasure as he sank into the hot and saturated depths of her very being. Sarah found that, by altering the angle of her hips, she could control the contraction of her channel and the depth of his thrusts and this was a newly found power to her and she delighted in relaxing her internal muscles when she felt him approaching fulfillment and then tightening the aperture in teasing encouragement. Danny was in heaven, for here was his prize, and she was giving him sensations that he'd rarely experienced, and he knew quite clearly that he was in her hands and that she'd releases him only when she was ready to do so. He soon began to beg her for mercy, but she continued to tease him, loving the sense of power and knowing that, at this moment in time, he would do or promise to do anything she might wish. As the sounds from the next room grew louder, Sarah became so excited by them that she could no longer control herself and, with a gasp of surprise at the sheer intensity of her emotions, she begged him to hurry and bring them the conclusion which they were both so desperately seeking. They orgasmed in a noisy slurp of passion and later, when he withdrew from her, she turned and held him, trying to delay the moment of parting for as long as she was able. He put her into the bed and climbed in beside her and then they turned inwards on each other and he held her in a loving embrace while they listened in awed silence to the cries and demands coming from beyond their dark cocoon. It was, in fact, Olwen who was making all the crying and demanding sounds, for she'd found herself in a situation, so unique, that it was something she had never before even envisaged, let alone experience. Somehow, her two companions had persuaded her that she might enjoy being the sandwich in the filling, and she'd agreed to make an attempt so that, by the time she fully realised their full intentions, it was too late for her to alter the course of events. As Sarah and Danny had reached their mutual climax, Olwen was on top of Dave who had his fat weapon lodged firmly inside her while his hands, at her lovely plump buttocks, were pulling her soft cheeks apart. Carl, attacking her from the rear managed to insert his manhood inside her vulnerable bottom hole, having first used spit and the plentiful supply of the love juice so easily available, to grease the area, so that Olwen had managed to accommodate the two without too much discomfort. She had been most reluctant to cooperate when she'd fully realised their intentions but, once lodged in place she had managed to relax her sphincter sufficiently to allow them freedom of movement, and before long she too began to experiment with her own internal muscles and found the experience rather exhilarating. As they timed their thrusts so that one withdrew when the other lunged, she whimpered as the ripples of excitement coursed through her invaded channels and these currents of pleasure seemed to transfer themselves between the two luscious passageways until she could feel both throbbing weapons surging towards their inevitable conclusions. Without warning, an intense wave of excitement tipped her beyond control and the cries which Danny and Sarah heard were Olwen's desperate shouts, warning her partners of her approaching climax. The two men drove on with renewed speed and, as Olwen's crisis began, the pulsing waves travelled backwards and forwards between the two men, causing them to lose any semblance of control, and the sybaritic trio gasped and moaned at the final conclusion. Olwen nearly passed out as the bolts of semen splashed against her womb and deep inside her fundament, and the jerking thrusts seemed to go on and on until she was drained of sense and feelings and lay between the two like a rag doll. She woke much later, when Carl withdrew from her bottom, and switched off the small bedside light then, as he rolled away she followed him and in the dark room she slept between the pair, exhausted and emotionally drained. Sarah and Olwen left the next morning, having showered and dressed whilst their companions slept. Neither spoke on the way down and once at the farm and Olwen went straight to her room and didn't appear again until the late afternoon. Sarah drove back up to the cottage at 3.00pm to take the key and see the three off and arrived as they were about to leave. Danny came over to her, thanked her for the use of the cottage and asked her to tell the owner that they'd had a truly great time, and hoped to use his agency again. She realised that they"d still no idea that she was the owner, and probably guessed her to be the cleaner working for the agency, so she felt it wiser to leave it that way and, when their car had left, heading for the coast road, she looked about the place before setting to and stripping the beds. Later that night she discovered the trout in the freezer, with a note which read, "Dear Sarah and Olwen. You both deserve this prize. Many thanks for a memorable weekend. Best wishes Danny, Carl and Dave."