The Abbey Farm Curse Ch. 06

The Abbey Farm Curse

Chapter Six

England in late spring and the countryside around Abbey Farm is so very quintessentially English, soft rolling hills, fields and meadows full of new plants and flowers, all outlined with hedgerows full of blossom and alive with birds and animals. Why would anyone ever want to live anywhere else? And this is my favourite time of year too, the leaves of the trees and bushes are brand new, fresh and green, the grass is growing like there may be no tomorrow and the birds are all singing their hearts out. Add to this the gorgeous sweet scent of the may blossom still covering the hawthorn hedges and it's great just to be alive and experiencing it. I could wander for hours revelling in being an Englishman, even one with a Welsh mother, so with work in the house easily on schedule the next morning I decided to leave the girls to their own devices and hopefully call a truce, and have a stroll around the farm, mainly to see if the all-pervading serenity of the place would help me to think more clearly, something I desperately needed to do.

I couldn't get my brain around what was happening and the entire thing was worrying me greatly. Even if I could persuade my logical mind that the illogical had happened, it still didn't explain why I suddenly got so carnally interested in Angie, and nor did it tell me why we'd been given this 'window' into the past. The whole thing was surreal, I'd never wanted Angie in that way before, but then nor had I ever been witness to a three hundred year old blow job or a Victorian threesome either. I felt instinctively they were all somehow interlinked, but I'd no idea how and it was getting to me. I kept thinking about it, turning it over and over in my mind and looking for the answer I couldn't find.

Angie bothered me too. She seemed to take everything in her stride, perhaps too easily, happy to get me into bed with her and not worried at all about either the potential comebacks from that or about being whisked away into the dim and distant past. Those experiences were straight out of a sci-fi book, and yet she seemed to accept them as normal. Willow had reacted even more unpredictably when I'd tried to tell her about it, immediately becoming consumed with jealousy before I'd got past admitting that we'd been to bed together. It seemed the exact opposite of Angie's laid back response. Thinking about it, Willow had probably hankered after Angie for a long time and then, perhaps just as she thought she'd finally got her, she found that I'm involved too. And this just when we needed everybody to be composed and logical to try and figure out just what was going on.

Nothing seemed to make much sense, and the more I churned it round and round in my head, the less sense it made. I needed to get my head on straight and so I figured a wander round would help me find something else to think about for a while. I've always loved old buildings, even ruined ones, and I can very soon lose myself on trying to figure out how people had lived so many years before, maybe it's what I needed now. We're lucky here at Abbey Farm, for not only do we have this fabulous landscape, but we have a genuine set of ruins as a jewel in our crown, and it was across the ridge top to these old abbey remains that I went, hoping to try and make sense of the layout and get a handle on how the monkish brothers there once lived.

Much of the medieval structure is long gone, but the shell of the abbey church is still there, perched on the very end of the north fork of the ridge with its east window a blank eye looking out from the largest remaining wall, still with a little of the fine stone tracery in situ. The north fork of our promontory is longer and a little higher than the shorter, slightly wider southern fork, and was an ideal site for the church to be seen from all directions. It had once been an imposing building, without a tower but still visible for miles around because of its position, but now only the one wall was anywhere near full height, and even that was little more than an arch over the window opening. The others formed a rectangle of stone between knee and shoulder height, cut through only by the two now empty doorways, one for the monks and one for a congregation. What a shame to see it so ruined, but even so the church had done better than the rest of the abbey, the cloisters, the infirmary, dormitory, workshops, kitchens, and all the other 'appurtenances', as they were called, now only visible as lumps in the grass or maybe as a couple of courses of masonry pushing through it. All the rest had been quarried away over the years for barn repairs, farm walls, and so on, the once consecrated church fabric the only stonework left untouched by man. That, I suppose, was the reason the altar seemed to have survived intact too, and a massive altar it was, about eight or nine feet long and half as wide, with weather worn carving all around its base and one big flat slab as a top.

I went a little over the far crest of the ridge to gaze at the wonderful view to the north, looking over far-away hills at the blue haze of the horizon and then catching the quick flash of sun on a distant windscreen that drew my eyes down the slope and on into the valley below, wondering vaguely why the field layout was so much more higgledy-piggledy on that slope than down the side in front of the house and trying to put some sort of pattern to it.

But then I got waylaid by nature and stood for a while listening to the rich clear song of a wren, a bird which seems to have a voice so much bigger than itself, trying to pinpoint its origin. It seemed to be coming from a briar covered mound that was probably the remains of a workshop wall, but it could just as easily been in the hedgerow behind it. Wherever it was, its musical power kept me rooted to the spot, my spirits rising by the minute. Before long I was lost to the world and smiling from the pure pleasure of nature.

'Beautiful isn't it?'

The voice was soft, melodic, and female, and caught me completely by surprise. I had no reason to expect not to be alone and it made me jump, my reverie shattered by a large dose of adrenalin. I whirled around, wondering who dared to trespass so openly, and came face to face with a blonde angel.

She was a few years older than me, perhaps mid-thirties, tallish, maybe five foot seven or eight, and slim, with tight blue jeans and a black sweater showing off the most gorgeous figure. But by far her best feature was the loose mane of pure blonde hair swirling around a friendly face and beautifully framing her pale blue eyes. I was smitten at first sight. Well, maybe smitten is not quite the right word, smitten implies love, but what I felt right then was closer to pure lust.

'I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you.' Her voice contained traces of a musical Liverpudlian accent and her mouth turned up at each corner in a disarming smile.

'Who the hell are you?' I asked, more gruffly than I wanted to. I know she was trespassing, but I hadn't intended to sound hostile. Blame it on my state of mind that morning.

'I did scare you, didn't I? I'm so sorry.' She put my reaction down to fright and her voice contained a tinkle of real laughter this time. 'I'm June Preston, I have a cottage on Field Lane, and I often come up here, it's so peaceful and so old. I love history and this is full of it. But may I ask who you are?'

I ignored her question. 'You know it belongs with the farm, don't you?'

'Yes, I do, I'm a bit of a local history buff and I know a bit about the farm and its past. It was once a manor house you know, or part of one anyway. And before that the land belonged to an abbey -- this abbey.' She indicated the ruins as if telling me what I didn't know. But then how was she to know what I knew? 'Oh, and I know the farm is sold at last. Are you anything to do with that?' She went on before I could answer. 'Because I like coming up here, but I know it's being done up, so I wouldn't mind a warning before the new owners move in and I have to keep away. So have you any idea how long the work is going to take?'

She cocked her head to one side expectantly, and I then realised she had taken me for a contractor because of the dusty jeans and work boots I was still wearing.

'You want to know when the new owners are moving in?' I repeated back to her, a smile in my voice this time.

She nodded innocently.

'Some of us have.'

I know it's not strictly true, as the real owners are Janet and George, but I said it like that for effect, and it certainly had that. She looked at me with the colour draining from her face and took an involuntary step backwards, only to find one of the lumps of abbey stonework behind her, which promptly dumped her on her beautiful backside.

'Sh-sugar!' She exclaimed forcefully, correcting her expletive so skilfully I burst out laughing.

I stepped forward and held out my hand to her, and when she took it I pulled her to her feet.

'I sure got it wrong, didn't I?' She said ruefully. 'But if you want me to leave your property you'll have to let go of my hand.'

I tore my eyes away from hers and glanced down to see that I was still clutching her hand in mine. I let go somewhat self-consciously.

'It's my mother's farm really, along with her partner, so they have the last word, but as far as I'm concerned you're not the sort of trespasser I'm likely to eject. Consider yourself provisionally invited, but with a condition attached.'

It had occurred to me she might help explain the little excursions into the past, though I had no idea how to start on about it without letting her know too much.

'Condition?'

'Yes, on the condition you tell me what you know about my new home, I'm also into history a bit, and I'd love to know what's happened here over the years -- and it'll give me an excuse to meet you again.'

She ignored my clumsy pick-up line and to my surprise she burst into fits of laughter, but they soon tailed away and she got control again. 'I don't think I could tell you some of the things I know, but I'll fill you in on its history if you like, or as much of it as I know.

'Thanks, it would be handy. But what's this about some things you couldn't tell?' I'd picked up on the implied distinction between the 'things' and the 'history'.

She hesitated and looked uncomfortable, so I pushed it a bit more. Maybe she knew of other people having similar experiences to mine. 'You aren't getting away with it. You can't drop hints like that and then say nothing.'

'It's just...' She squared her shoulders. 'It's just that me and my husband used to come up here, when he was alive, for a bit of... You know... That's another reason why I like to come up here, to remember.'

So she was a widow revisiting the site of her cuddles, I felt rather ashamed for having asked now. 'Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't know...' It was my turn for my voice to trail off.

She shook her head, her hair shimmering gold in the spring sunshine. 'Why would you? In any case it was nearly two years ago and I'm pretty much over it now.' She shook her head again, this time to dismiss sad thoughts. 'But we had some great times.' She smiled, an open smile that made her even more beautiful. 'Peter and I did more things here than we ever did at home.'

'It must be nice to have a love nest like this, somewhere a bit daring to make love,' I reflected out loud, wishing my own marriage could have been more affectionate, but it was soon made clear that I was completely on the wrong track.

'Oh, no! We kept our own bed for making love, this was for having sex and being adventurous. This place sort of draws you into doing things you wouldn't dream of elsewhere.'

'Tell me about it,' I commented dryly, thinking of Angie.

June's face changed in an instant, taking on a look of concern. 'You've noticed things too, have you?'

I shook my head trying to look puzzled and not let on what I knew while my mind immediately jumped on the awareness that maybe we weren't alone in having strange experiences here.

'When we met you said 'some of us', can I ask who you are here with, are they family?'

'No,' I replied, wondering why the question. 'Well, not really anyway.'

She looked at me enquiringly and stood waiting for me to expand. For some reason I felt obliged to do just that. 'There's me and two girls. Angie is the daughter of my mother's fiancé and I've known her for so long she's almost family, if you know what I mean?' June nodded, looking slightly more relieved. 'And she's brought her friend Willow along, and I've known her nearly as long.'

'But not linked to you romantically or anything?'

'No.' I know I was denying what had already happened, but it would have taken too much explaining.

'Then you just need to be careful, and I need to tell you things.'

Back to 'things'. Somehow it all sounded rather ominous, and I had no real idea where she was headed.

She stood looking at me with a frown on her face for a good minute, which believe me is an inordinately long time to be stared at so thoughtfully. Eventually she seemed to make her mind up about something and she turned around and walked up to the church itself, leaning her folded arms on the top of a wall and gazing into the nave.

'Come up here a minute.' It was an instruction, not a request.

'What...?' My surprised question followed her, but I didn't.

'Please, come up here and I'll explain.' There was a note of seriousness in her voice that I couldn't easily ignore. This time I did as I was told and joined her leaning on the wall, if only to try and find out a little more about my strange new home.

'This part of the church was intended to serve the old village, you know, the one that stood down the back of the hill before the plague emptied it in the fifteenth century. There would have been a screen separating it from the part where the monks worshipped, so that the peasantry could take part in the service without coming into contact with the monks.'

She spoke without looking at me as I stood beside her. The remarks seemed irrelevant to our conversation, but I understood she was trying to gather the nerve to say whatever it was she felt I needed to know so badly.

'I thought the plague was in the thirteen hundreds?' I asked, noticing what I thought was a discrepancy.

'The Great Plague, the Black Death, was. It came here in thirteen-forty-nine, but it also came back quite regularly after that. This epidemic, I think, was in fourteen-seventy-one, and started in Oxford. Anyway, it killed off almost all the inhabitants of the village that used to stand in those fields over there.' She indicated the other side of the valley, maybe half a mile away, with a sweep of her arm. 'The survivors abandoned it and the abbot had it pulled down. You might see the outlines of houses as crop marks later in the year. You can make out the old roads and trackways now if you know what to look for.'

At least that explained the strange field boundaries I'd been looking at, but at that moment I was more interested in June. She really was a beautiful woman, and I was finding it harder and harder to keep my eyes, and hands for that matter, from her bottom as she leaned forward to rest against the wall. With difficulty I dragged my attention from her rump to ask about the present.

'Now, what do I need to know?' I asked.

She turned around, planted her feet a little way apart and leaned back against the wall, resting her elbows on it in such a way as to thrust her bosom forward, making her breasts fill out her sweater in a very provocative way. I wondered if it was deliberate, and hoped it was. I couldn't resist turning towards her and running my gaze up and down her body, noticing the tightness of her jeans revealing the first curve of her pubic mound, a gorgeous centrepiece between two lovely thighs. In my trousers my cock twitched as a mark of its appreciation, and I almost lost track of the question I'd asked. It seemed so irrelevant when faced with such a gorgeous creature.

'In there is a very dangerous place to be.' She waved behind her, indicating the nave of the church.

'The church?' I asked with patent disbelief. 'Why, do you think its roof will fall in?' I glanced sarcastically at the blue sky above the broken walls. What was dangerous about an abandoned church for Christ's sake? Yeah, I know, a very bad taste remark, but that's the thought that went through my undiplomatic mind.

'Shut up and listen, use your ears instead of your mouth and you might learn.' There was such venom and such intensity in her words that I promptly shut up and listened.

'Around the abbey,' she began. 'There are two places, maybe more but two I know of, that are different to anywhere else. One of them is here in the old church and the other is inside the house itself. They have an aura, an effect on anybody within them, and that's why I called it a dangerous place.'

'And precisely what effect is that?' I still felt sarcastic, but curiosity was creeping up on me again.

'You already know, but you don't know that you know.'

That made absolutely no sense whatever, or did it? Did she mean the effect of giving you the urge to screw anyone who would let you?

'Stop hedging and talk straight.'

'Sorry, I'm not putting it very well. Let me try again, it is important.'

She began once more. 'Nothing happens here when you are on your own, but as soon as there is more than one person you begin to feel it. Haven't you noticed feeling any different since I turned up?'

Apart from a completely normal urge to shag the daylights out of her, the answer was no, and I said so. 'Not a thing.'

'You have, you know. Its effect would be much stronger inside the church, but even out here I can feel it working on me, and I can see it working on you.'

She sent a quick glance down to my crotch, where my cock was now standing to attention and longing to say hello to her equivalent anatomy.

'Go on.' This was getting interesting, especially as she had tacitly admitted feeling sexy.

'You see, this place has the effect of making you feel very, very randy and very, very uninhibited. I've told you Peter, my husband, and I used this place for having adventurous sex, not for making love, and that's why. We tried just about everything you can try here. Sometimes we had company, there were two other couples who occasionally came with us, and with them I had my first threesome, my first taste of corporal punishment and my first woman, all of which I enjoyed and none of which I would have had the nerve to do anywhere else.'

She stopped and grinned. 'You see? You are standing there with a damn great erection - oh yes, I can see the bulge -- because a woman you've only just met is shamelessly telling you all about her rather kinky sex life, and you haven't even thought it a little bit strange? And at the same time I've been able to tell you these things without feeling even the slightest bit embarrassed? That's the effect this spot, this ruined church, has on people and they don't usually realise. We only realised when we tried to be as daring elsewhere, and found we were too self-conscious.'

I began to see what she meant, although I was still more inclined to put my obvious lust down to her gorgeous figure and the sexy way she was standing.

She went on. 'Peter called the abbey the 'University of Perversity' because of how much we learned here.'

She turned her head and looked me in the eye. 'Can I ask you a question?'

'Of course.'

'Would you let me piss on you if I let you fuck me?'

I'd never been pissed on, nor done the pissing for that matter, but why the hell not? Anything to get me between those thighs.

'Whenever you like,' I answered enthusiastically, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

'That's what I thought. Now tell me this place isn't affecting you?'

I suddenly realised what she'd done. At any other time I would have been stunned and repelled by such a suggestion, but here and now...? So maybe she really was telling the truth about the abbey.

She walked to the remains of a wall a few yards away and sat down. I followed and sat next to her, still half hoping.

'Right,' she said 'I'll try and be as straightforward as I can. Sometimes we came up here when the weather wasn't so good and then we went inside the house, there's a window downstairs at the back with broken catch that we could get through. And the catch wasn't broken by us, I must add. We soon found out there's another good place for sex upstairs, in the middle of the three rooms on the right. (Angie's bedroom, I realised.) It's the centre of things in the house, but like here, it radiates out from there and all those rooms are involved. You see, exactly like this place it turns you on whether you want it or not, but it has another, slightly different effect as well.'

She stopped. 'Do you know about the Barkers?' she asked. Barker was the name of the last tenant family to work Abbey Farm.

'Yes, didn't he get evicted for having sex with his daughter or something?'

'Yes, but he always claimed it was the house made him do it. Everybody thought he was either making excuses or was a bit loony, but I believe him. You see, the problem with those sexy rooms is that instead of making you feel kinky they make you want to screw anybody and everybody, and I can easily see that including family members.'

Now I knew exactly why I'd reacted to Angie the way I had, and what I began to suspect about the place had been amply confirmed. It didn't care who you were, it just wanted to get you shagging. I wondered briefly why I seemed to fancy Angie more than Willow, but maybe that was just down to her orientation. I felt my mouth go dry.

'You've felt it, haven't you?' she asked me softly, watching me with concerned eyes as I nodded a silent reply.

'Have you done anything yet?'

I was a bit worried that she had read things so clearly, but I managed to shake my head. After all, I wasn't going to admit encroaching on forbidden ground to a complete stranger, was I? And I was still wondering how to broach the subject of time travel without admitting anything.

'Are they old enough, the two girls?'

She still sounded worried, and all of a sudden I saw the awful implications of a place like the abbey. That brought me back to the present with a rush, I can tell you.

'Oh my god! Thank God, yes!'

'Thank God indeed, because otherwise I was going to suggest you move out again.'

'Yes. If what you say is true I can see why.' For some reason I wasn't able to admit that I believed every word.

'I think you know it is.' She was on the money again. A very perceptive woman. Smart as well as downright gorgeous. I nodded a mute admission.

'And you've got the hots for Angela, yes? And you never got around to giving me your name.'

'She prefers Angie. And the other answers are 'yes' and 'Gary'.'

'Well, Gary, what you do about it is up to you, but be aware that both of you might feel differently in another place afterwards. Frank and I did.'

'Frank?' I'd thought I remembered her saying her husband's name was Peter.

'Frank was a very dear friend of ours with whom I got involved because of this place, and it killed our friendship forever.

I wondered how Angie and I might feel later on.

'What happened with you and him then?'

'You want me to give chapter and verse of how I had sex with a family friend?' She was giggling a little at the prospect.

'Yes, if you like, but really I wanted to know about afterwards. Did your husband find out?'

'He was there at the time.'

My mouth hung open.

'Ok, I'll tell you, though heaven knows why.'

'Because it'll give you a kick?' I knew it to be the correct answer and it was, for she smiled faintly before inclining her head in agreement.

'You have quite an insight already, don't you? Ok, I've already told you how we sometimes came here with two other couples, well one of those couples were Frank and Liz. At the time they got involved we'd only ever come up here on our own, but they wouldn't believe what we told them about a place making sluts out of people, so we all came up here together one evening. We wanted them to experience it for themselves, so it was our intention to show them where and then leave them to it for an hour or so. But on the night it started to rain so we figured we'd go into the farmhouse, your house now, and have a bedroom each on the sexy side of the corridor. So we installed them in the middle one and we took the next.'

June was staring into space, a faraway look in her eyes as she recalled that night. She was also breathing a little bit heavier as the 'University' worked its magic. I knew, knew with absolute certainty, I would have her before too long. 'Peter and I undressed and he lay on the blanket we'd brought with us while I knelt on top, straddling him. I lowered myself down so his cock slid deep inside me, right in until I was sitting on his belly with his whole length up inside my pussy. Then I leaned forward, letting my breasts swing above his face and slightly out of reach while I pumped up and down on him.'

She was telling it in far too much detail. I would have known exactly what she meant if she had simply said they did it 'girl on top', and even that was not strictly necessary, but talking so obscenely was evidently a major turn on for her and she was taking pleasure in giving all the details. I guess that too was down to where we were. Mind you, I was enjoying listening and I was getting even more aroused myself, so I didn't interrupt.

'But then, when I was on the point of coming I heard Frank call us from his room, 'June, Peter, come in here right now, I need your help'. We both heard his voice as clearly as you can hear me, and it sounded really upset so we stopped fucking, jumped up and ran in to find out what was wrong. But when we got there we found him doing it to Liz doggy style and obviously enjoying it, and shocked to find us bursting in on them. He always swore he never said a word, even though we both heard him.'

When I heard June say that I thought immediately of Angie saying how Willow had called to her, and me thinking she had lied. I owed her an abject apology. Meanwhile June continued her tale.

'So Peter and I said sorry and turned to go again, but then Liz said for us to stay. She wanted us to do it alongside them, so that we could all watch each other. I thought it was a brilliant idea and I was on my knees next to her in a flash.'

June stopped to make a point.

'Now, you have to remember I was quite a shy person in those days. I'd never done anything remotely sexy in front of anyone else, let alone a couple of close friends, so for me to be so enthusiastic was something really new.'

'So there we were, Peter into me from behind and Frank into Liz right next to me, both of them going at it full tilt, and I was out of my mind with passion, I wanted it all. Liz and I knelt there side by side, taking everything our men could give us, looking at each other as we were jerked back and forth by their cocks banging into us, and then all of a sudden I heard Peter say something to Frank. I didn't hear what it was because of the storm outside, but then neither did Frank because he asked Peter to repeat it, with both of them still fucking into us. Peter shouted this time and both Liz and I looked at each other in amazement, because what he said was "shall we change mounts?"'

'I had no idea why at the time, but I found I was praying Frank would want to do me. The idea of having sex with him was suddenly the most electrifying idea I'd ever heard of and I wanted it so badly. But I was sure Frank would baulk at the idea, and so I was even more surprised when he said yes and I felt Peter pull out of me again. Then before I knew it Frank had lined up behind me and I felt his cock go straight into me. I must have been absolutely soaking, because I was as horny as hell and I'd been teetering on the edge of an orgasm for ages, so Frank slipped straight in, and there I was, being screwed by my friend's husband with my own husband next to me fucking her.'

'The best feeling in the world was the first time I felt Frank's spunk shoot deep into my pussy in big powerful spurts. The very first spurt that hit my cervix did it for me and pushed me into a fantastically strong climax. I can honestly say I actually howled with pleasure, so much that Liz said she was worried I'd been hurt.'

'Now, apart from the fact that I'm getting a hell of a buzz from talking intimately to a stranger about my highly immoral sex life, I'm telling you all this because I want you to know it got to be like a drug. After the first night Frank and I did it another time, and I felt desperately guilty afterwards but then a few days later I was inviting him to visit the abbey with me yet again, and making sure he knew exactly why. I wanted him inside me here as often as possible, simply because I knew he shouldn't be, but the guilt built and built until I no longer enjoyed what I couldn't stop doing. He must have been feeling the same, though he never said so, because in the end he and Liz moved away without telling me their new address. I know in my heart it was because he was getting to feel too guilty about committing adultery with me, but couldn't stop himself either. So a forbidden sexual pleasure, triggered by that room, cost me two very dear friends, and now it's up to you what you do with Angie and the other girl... Willow?'

I was lost for words. I didn't know how to react to what she had said. Her sincerity was obvious, regardless of any buzz she was getting from talking dirty, so I had no reason to doubt what she said. But be that as it may, I was still finding it hard to get my head around the idea that certain places can have such influence as to make a man want to commit adultery.

I knew I fancied Angie enough to fuck her, but it was a coincidental desire, wasn't it? I wanted her, I told myself, because she'd turned out to be a good looking girl and I was going without at the moment. No? I couldn't convince myself of that either. Coincidences like that are just too rare. But even as I thought about it, my libido was working overtime, either that or there really was an influence at work, because my mind screamed at me to ignore June's tale and fuck Angie when I wanted, and fuck June too if she'd let me.

Actually, I thought, fucking June was brilliant idea too, she had the most gorgeous figure and she'd obviously had plenty of experience -- no doubt she could teach me a few things. And merely by thinking that, I realised, I was acknowledging what she said was true. Oh, bollocks, go with the flow.

'Okay, so you think I'll want to do one or the other of the girls because of the house we live in, and I'll have to be strong not to?'

'In a nutshell, yes.'

'So I'm going to have to be careful when I'm around them, especially in the bedrooms?' I was still answering as if I hadn't touched Angie at all.

'Yes.'

'Do I have to be equally careful around you?' I was chancing my arm, but you never know.

'No! I hope not, anyway.' She laughed suddenly. 'See what I mean? It works every time.'

She meant the church ruin, not my chat up line.

'Is it 'I hope not' because you don't think I'd want to, or because you'd like it?'

'Because I'd like it. Being here with someone else has made me as horny as hell again and now I've got a very wet pussy that I want seeing to, so I'd definitely like it. But will you like it tomorrow when you think a woman might have had sex with you because of where you are, not who you are? You know that neither of us would feel this horny anywhere else, don't you?'

'I don't think I care. And if we both want to then it'll mean neither of us is bothered by the 'why' of it, so neither of us can complain about the other.'

Well, I knew what I meant!

'True!' She understood me and acknowledged this truth with an inclination of her head, then rose to her feet and walked towards the gap denoting the doorway into the derelict church. 'C'mon then, let's go in here, it's a bit more private.'

I didn't think the slight additional privacy of ruinous walls had anything to do with it, but why should I care? If that spot made her feel sexier, then three cheers.

I was a yard or two behind June as she went into the church, or what was left of it, and she walked directly to the middle, turned to face me as I followed, and pulled her sweater over her head without a moment's hesitation. Under her black sweater was a black quarter cup bra pushing her beautiful breasts up and together, giving her the most magnificent cleavage. My god, I thought, as I pulled my own tee-shirt off, what a tit wank she could give.

She kicked her shoes away and undid her jeans. I stopped undressing and watched her lithe body wriggling its way out of skin-tight denim, the moves were so damn sexy, and she knew it. All the time she faced me and looked at me, never once did her eyes leave mine right up until her black panties had followed her jeans and she stood naked before me. Then she stood in that most dominant of female poses, facing me square on, with her feet planted a couple of feet apart and her hands on her hips, the fingers sort of pointing towards the fuzz of blonde hair at the join of her thighs. It was the most erotic disrobing I have ever witnessed, and the finished article, her nude body, was so damn sexy my cock throbbed till I thought I'd cum on the spot.

'What are you messing about at?' she asked, teasing me. 'Don't you want me?'

Did I want her? Does a fish want water? I put my foot up on some fallen masonry and began unfastening my obstinate bootlaces while she lay down and spread her legs ready for me. I finished stripping and stood, finally naked, looking down at a woman I'd only met a very short time before and who, unbelievably, was now waiting for me to fuck her. My cock stood before me like the bowsprit of a ship.

'That's some cock you've got there, come and fill me with it.'

I lowered myself down to her, stretching out my legs behind me and reaching my hand under me to guide my cock to her pussy. It slid straight into her, her vagina was so wet and slippery with her lubrication, and she gasped at my entry, pushing back at me to increase the depth.

She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, holding me to her as I began to thrust into her. We were both very, very ready to fuck and there was neither need nor desire for a slow or gentle start. As soon as I was inside her she groaned and pulled at my back, urging me to fuck her hard and fast. I responded willingly, banging into her as forcefully and quickly as I could, the slapping sounds from our colliding bodies increasing my arousal.

It wasn't long before June climaxed, holding me tightly, her eyes closed and little gasping whimpers coming each time I thrust into her, the noises becoming louder and less restrained as her orgasm drew closer. Soon she raised her head, opened her eyes and smiled at me, and then mouthed silently that she was coming.

Her body suddenly became tense, her muscles tightening and her fingertips digging into my back as her pelvis jerked back at my thrusts. She squeezed her eyes shut again and her whimpers turned to grunting noises in her throat, noises that became a series of loud 'ooohs' as her mouth dropped open and then turned into one long cry at her point of orgasm.

That was it for me, feeling the strength of her orgasm and the willingness with which she surrendered to it tipped me over and I came, my cock erupting and sending spurt after spurt of my cream gushing into her. My climax was tremendous, so strong and so overwhelming that after I had emptied my balls into her I could do nothing but lie on top of her in the sunshine, happily conscious of the breeze cooling the post coital sweat coating both of our bodies.

'Jesus Christ!' I exclaimed, gasping for breath as I rolled clear. 'We've got to do that again.

We lay naked side by side in the lee of the church ruins, free now of its effects but enjoying its privacy while letting the sun warm our bodies. For some reason we lay quietly, not speaking at all but holding hands like lovers, which I suppose technically we were. Until eventually June rolled on her side and looked at me.

'That's the first time for me since Peter died, and I so needed it, thank you. And, yes, we've got to do that again. - Oh, and I think it was as much 'who' as 'where'. I thought I should tell you that.'

She was harking back to her remark about how I would feel if she had sex with me only because of the influence of the church. It was nice to know it wasn't the only reason though.

'And it was certainly the 'who' for me.'

She gave my hand a quick squeeze and sat up. 'Come on; let's get going before we get caught by someone. We will meet again, won't we?'

Talk about stupid fucking questions! But I wasn't going to let her go quite yet.

'You were going to tell me some of the Abbey's history before we rudely interrupted ourselves.' I reminded her, reaching for my tee-shirt.

June's cheeks dimpled into a smile. 'I know, I haven't forgotten, but I'd sooner do it away from here, and anyway there are a couple of things I need to check on. Are you free Saturday evening?'

I watched her pull little black briefs over her blonde fuzz before I answered.

'I can be.'

'Then how about you come over to mine about seven? I'll cook and then we can talk out of the abbey's earshot.'

She shimmied herself into her jeans and reached for her sweater.

'If you want to, of course,' she added as her head popped through the neck and she worked the rest down over her gorgeous body.

'I'd love to and seven is fine,' I assured her, stepping far more clumsily into my own jeans.

'Until Saturday then.'

She walked over, leaned forward to plant a fleeting kiss on my mouth and was gone, waving her hand as she went and leaving me with one more bizarre event to add to an already improbable tally.

I sat on the same little pile of stone retying my bootlaces and thinking over the encounter. I'd come here to try and make sense of absurd goings on, and instead of that I'd simply added something else to think about. Okay then, I told myself, now sit here until you can make at least some sense of everything. I went over events in my mind again and again, and the more I thought about things the weirder and more unlikely they seemed. At first when we'd moved into Abbey Farm I thought we were all naturally feeling a bit playful, but things had gone a long way past that point. On a slightly lighter note what June had said had made me realise I wasn't quite losing my mind -- unless she was a nutcase too.

I wished I'd been able to tell June about all my experiences, but I didn't know where or how to start, and in any case I hadn't yet come to terms with what she had told me about my new home, or even what she and I had got up to in the ruins of the old church. That had definitely been out of the ordinary. All in all, my mind was in a whirl, but at least I knew now that we weren't the only ones affected. It was three hours later, about mid-afternoon, before I finally got to my feet and wandered thoughtfully back down to the farmhouse, but by then I'd made my decisions. We were all going to have a talk. It wasn't just us, it was Abbey Farm itself that had the problem, and the implications of that could be dire. I'd spent a long time thinking things through and I felt genuinely worried.