The Abbey Farm Curse Ch. 16

The Abbey Farm Curse

Chapter Sixteen.

I awoke with an overfull bladder and shrugged myself quickly into my bathrobe to go and attend to it. I don't know why I bothered to put my robe on, no-one else seemed to bother, in fact as I stepped out into the corridor there was Shannon, walking unconcerned and completely naked back to the bedroom she had shared with Rhys. It must be said that she really was a stunner, and the only fault I could find with the svelte figure that walked towards me was that her dark nipples were set rather too high on her breasts, but that is nit picking in the extreme. Rhys was a lucky man. I wondered to myself how often during the previous evening he had alighted on the thin landing strip of dark hair that pointed the way to her pussy.

'Morning Gary.' She was shockingly at ease with her nakedness, making no attempt to either cover up or to flaunt herself, and I soon discovered why.

'Rhys says that you and he share absolutely everything, just recently apparently even including your women,' she told me in a completely matter-of-fact voice. 'Now I don't mind that idea at all. To tell you the truth I've always had the hots for you, but then you were married before. But now he says you're not, so I'm up for it anytime. Would you like it if I came to your room?'

For a moment I stood there stunned at her brazen offer. Maybe the abbey was at work again, but there was a very clear crack at me in her remarks over Angie and I wasn't sure if Rhys had set it up with Shannon, or if she was an innocent -- well, maybe not so 'innocent' -- tool in his machinations. I was pretty sure that she was blameless or she would almost certainly have betrayed it in her voice, but I was determined not to rise to my brother's bait and so I forced a smile. 'I'm sorry gorgeous, but not this morning, I'm feeling a bit off. But I'd love to take you up on it another day?'

'No problem, Rhys has my address if I'm not here.'

She smiled so openly at me that I was even more convinced that she was genuine, and for a moment I wondered if...! But then, that smile could as easily be at the behest of the abbey. That didn't stop me watching her shapely rear view wandering off back to re-join Rhys though.

Breakfast was a strange meal for myself and the girls. Rhys and Shannon had yet to emerge from their room and it was soon very clear why when we were forced to sit at the table listening to extremely uninhibited lovemaking going on at the far end of the house. Shannon was as ready to share the sounds of her orgasms as her favours. I've no idea what Rhys was doing to her, or with her, but she was evidently enjoying it.

'Why the fuck couldn't he be as good as that with me?' grumbled Angie as Shannon screamed another 'yeesss!' at the top of her voice.

I hate to admit it, but the noises off were beginning to get to me, and I had to fidget around a couple of times to make a growing erection comfortable. But eventually the noises faded out and peace reigned, presumably as the pair ran out of steam. They had certainly made an unusual beginning to the day.

It's a shame your mother didn't come with him,' Willow commented shortly afterwards. 'I don't expect he'd dare bed someone so openly with your mother in residence.'

'She's not here until tomorrow,' Angie reminded her, 'so he's still got tonight to make us all jealous in.'

'And is he making you jealous?'

'Not to be with him,' Angie snorted, 'but listening to those two was making me a bit damp, if you know what I mean.'

'Well, now's your chance to ignore your urges,' I told her, hearing voices down the corridor.

Rhys and Shannon breezed in without a care in the world, sat themselves down and began pouring cereal into their bowls.

'You all know Shannon, don't you?' Rhys enquired.

'Not as well as you do,' replied Angie, unable to resist the chance of a quick dig.

'True.' Rhys acknowledged with a quick boyish grin that instantly defused any potential situation. I'd forgotten how charming he could be when he wanted to.

I had some paperwork to do, so I excused myself and went back to my room to immerse myself in my laptop spreadsheets. I needed to drag all the invoices, receipts and so on together so that I could present Ma with a coherent report on how I'd been spending George's money and when she might see a result. I wanted to get it all done and out of the way before June came, so that when she did we could all concentrate on the more important dilemma of how to keep both my mother and Rhys out of the way of the abbey's problems.

I've always been good with accounts and paperwork in general and I was soon deep in the mire of value added tax, bulk discounts, and the rest, and time went quicker than I expected. At one point Willow brought me a coffee and the news that Rhys had gone out to take Shannon home, but apart from that I remained undisturbed well into the morning. When I heard the door click behind me a second time I was heavily into the problem of thirty odd hours' worth of labour that we seemed to have been charged for but hadn't used and it was just when I was about to ring the firm concerned, so I was not all that happy with the intrusion. But then, when I heard the voice all annoyance disappeared.

'Hi sweetheart. Angie let me in, I hope you don't mind.'

I spun around and stood up all in one movement and two seconds later June and I were in each other's arms with our lips locked together. Accounts could go hang!

'You are a sight for sore eyes,' I told her when we pulled apart.

She was nearly dressed in a pair of shorts made from cut off blue jeans and a halter top that just about kept her decent but cheerfully revealed the lack of a bra. And this on a morning when my libido was already set to rev up at the slightest excuse.

'I only wanted to help you take your mind off things,' she giggled.

'By putting it onto others?' I asked, looking meaningfully at her the points of her nipples showing through her top.

'Mmmm, I sort of hoped you'd notice,' she cupped her breasts in her hands and offered them to me, distorting the logo on her top in the process.

So, she too was in that sort of mood, what a promising day. I moved forward, hooked my fingers under the hem of her top and pulled it over her head in one move, although she did bend forward to make it easy. Moments later she had unbuttoned my shirt and we were falling onto the bed both stripped to the waist, and all thoughts of the reason for her presence, or of others being in the house, were totally dismissed. It was good to feel June's skin on mine again, even if it was only halfway, the warm softness of her body pressed against me so that my chest hair scratched sexily at both of us. Not that I'm particular hirsute, few ginger nuts are, but I do have something of a manly thatch.

'Mmm,' she murmured, wriggling herself against me, 'I've been waiting for that.'

We kissed again, our mouths moving one against the other with lips entwined and tongues exploring. It was gorgeous and we were in no hurry to part, wrapped in each other's arms on the bed as if nothing else in the world mattered. Even when our mouths eventually separated and June lay back on the bed looking up at me, we were still under each other's spell. I propped myself on one elbow and gazed down at her, those lovely sky blue eyes smiling back at me framed in their cloud of blonde hair. I reached over with my free hand and ran the back up and down her cheek until she closed her eyes and nuzzled against the backs of my fingers, then I turned my hand over and cupped her face in my palm ready to be kissed again. Several times we kissed with my hand holding her face while she embraced me with one hand entangled in my hair and the other around my back, until finally I drew back and began to run my fingertips gently down over her neck and on to her chest. I paused, looking at her as if asking for permission to continue, grinning back at her smile of contentment before cupping her breast in my palm.

'Oh, this is gorgeous Gary,' she whispered. 'Will you promise me that we'll do a lot more of this after everything is finished.'

It was a guarantee I was only too happy to give.

'Loads and loads, and only with you, always with you,' I promised.

She smiled and abandoned herself to pleasure as my hand massaged her breast and I leaned down to kiss her nipple.

The knock on the door was both discreet and insistent, a light tapping of knuckles on woodwork that said 'stop what you're doing and answer the bloody door'. I took a deep breath in readiness for telling whoever it was to go away, but June gripped my arm and shook her head.

'No Gary. My fault, I'd forgotten. I asked them to give us fifteen minutes and then knock, because we all need to talk. I think I might have an idea on how to get around our problem.'

I quite liked the way she said 'our' problem.

'Can we come in?' Willow's voice asked softly.

I looked meaningfully at June's semi nudity and she shrugged and nodded.

'This isn't the sort of place to go in for modesty,' she pointed out simply.

'Yeah, come in if you need to,' I called out in mock exasperation, adding as a alarmed afterthought. 'Where's Rhys?'

'They've gone out, we told you. But what I want to know is, are we too soon or too late?' Angie asked, grinning hugely at our position and state of dress.

June's 'too late' came simultaneously with my 'too soon'. I looked at her in bewilderment.

'Too late to join in,' she explained, leaving me wondering if she only meant on this occasion or too late altogether.

'Do you want us to take our things off as well?' Willow asked June, trying to keep a straight face. 'Perhaps you'd be more comfortable?'

'No need, but it's up to you,' June told her, pretending to give it serious consideration.

'Never mind that,' Angie interrupted. 'I want to know what your idea is. We can all undress later if you like.'

I wasn't certain what Angie meant by that, but I let that lie too because I also wanted to hear what June had to say. There was a definite sexual charge in the atmosphere, but it would have to take a back seat in the present circumstances. We let the innuendos drop in favour of sober discussion, June wriggled further up the bed and sat cross-legged on the pillows and the rest of us sat leaning on one arm on the bed edge around her.

'Okay,' she began. 'First thing. Can you and Angie cope with what you have to do on that altar at midnight on Midsummer's Day?'

That was the least of the problems and we both gave an embarrassed nod of assent.

'That's all right then. I just wanted to be sure.' A tiny awkward smile flitted across her mouth and a pang of guilt went through me. 'Then the only difficulty is trying to keep your mother and brother out of the way, because I don't suppose you mind Willow being around?'

'No, in fact I'd prefer it if she was.' Angie shook her head, looking at her friend. 'Just as a kind of lookout if nothing else, you know what I mean?'

'But we absolutely cannot let the other two find out.' I emphasised my words with my clenched fist pounding the bed. 'It would kill Ma if she got to know.'

'Right,' June came back in. 'I've got an idea for keeping your mother out of the way. I have a couple of friends, Sheila and David, who are on the Parish Council. Now I think, if I ask them, that they can come up with a convincing invitation for your mother to have supper with them that evening, maybe as a 'welcome to the village but what are you going to do with our local monument' kind of supper. Now, knowing David's homemade wine, they can soon make sure she won't be able to drive back, and they'll invite her to stay over. When she gets back in the morning everything will be over.'

'Yes, that's fine,' I muttered, trying to think of problems -- other than the fact that it was a rather flimsy straw we were clutching at, 'but, without meaning any offence, can we trust your friends? I mean, how much would they know about what was going on?'

'Yes, they can be trusted, absolutely. They are two of the friends who used to come here with Peter and myself. You remember me telling you?'

I remembered.

'And they wouldn't need to know too much about it. They know what this place is like, so they'll make a good enough guess to understand your need for privacy if I tell them you've found a way to expel the influences acting here, but they won't ask too many questions. Trust me, they can keep secrets and they can be very convincing. They'll persuade your mother to join them for a meal with no trouble, after all they once induced another couple to be filmed spanking each other.' Intuition told me that I needn't ask which couple that was. June had once mentioned getting herself spanked here.

'Okay, that's sorts his mother out, but what about Rhys?' Angie asked her.

'I'm going to ask him out on a date,' June stated simply.

There was an absolute stunned silence before I managed to get my mouth into gear. 'No you are not.'

'Can you think of anything more likely to interest him?'

'I can't think of anything I want you to do less.'

'Look.' she stood her ground, 'from what I've been told about him, it would really float his boat to date someone you're known to be interested in, now wouldn't it? So it's bound to get him out of the way.'

I could see where she was coming from, and I thought she was on the right track, after all his ego would love to put one across me. But I baulked at letting him have my woman.

'That's not the point,' I told her from behind a pointed finger. 'What happens if he comes on strong? The idea of you and him doesn't bear thinking about.'

'I'm a big girl now. I know how to repel any advances I don't want, and I don't want any.'

'That's all well and good, but he might, and he might force the issue.'

'Look, I reckon I can handle him, but if push comes to shove I can always lie back and think of England.'

'Not bloody likely.'

'But I can put up with you and Angie, eh? Now come on, what's good for the goose, etc.' Our voices, and our emotions, were getting higher and fiercer. It was Angie's voice that brought us back to earth.

'Well, if I didn't think you'd fallen for each other before, I do now!' Her voice dripped with sarcastic exasperation and we abruptly shut up and gaped at her. 'How many women would do for you what June is offering? And how many couples could build a relationship at all in these circumstances?'

She stopped for a moment and then went on, her voice dropping almost to a whisper. 'I love Gary in a strange sort of way. Part of me is so glad that he's found someone like you June, especially after what he's been through, and I'm sure I'm going to love you too. But part of me will be jealous every time you climb in bed together, even though I know the few times I've stolen were just that -- stolen. My only excuse is that I've got this pile of stone as an accomplice in that theft. Now we have all got to do everything we can to cure our new home of its curse, so shut up with the whinging and sort out the details.'

The last part of that was directed straight at me, and after it I felt very selfish for even complaining. Jealousy suddenly seemed such an unnecessary luxury, and so we did as Angie suggested and sorted out the details. Bizarrely, Angie's little 'telling it as it is' session made us all bond even closer than before, June included. Even Willow had an appreciative little smile on her face, with not a hint of personal jealousy. It was quite a team that we were making, one that I could almost believe would beat this place. By the time we'd finished going over June's ideas and the pros and cons that occurred to us it was lunchtime and we were all feeling hungry, so Angie went to make some sandwiches while June phoned Sheila to try and get her and David's much needed collaboration. Willow and I simply sat back and waited.

We listened intently to June's explanation to her friend, and it must be said that she did a really good job. Without going into detail or naming names, especially the kind that might land Angie and I in too much future mire, she described what had been happening and what the abbey had revealed to us, going on to tell what we needed to do and how we planned to do it. There was a little question and answer session at the end, during which we were only privy to the answers, and then, apparently satisfied with what she had heard Sheila gave an unqualified commitment to help us out on behalf of both of them. We all breathed a sigh of relief at the first hurdle cleared as June broke the connection and closed her phone.

'Well done,' I told her. 'I don't think I could have done that.'

'They're old and very good friends and they know exactly what the abbey can do,' June told us unselfconsciously. 'After all, I've had sex with both of them here, both separately and together, and they know it was only being here that made that happen.'

I wasn't sure that I needed to know that, but she told me so openly and with such a lack of embarrassment or guilt that I couldn't be jealous, especially in the coming circumstances.

'You'll all have to meet with them when this is all over.'

That would prove to be an interesting moment, I thought, what with just about everybody having fucked just about everybody else.

Angie came back carrying an enormous tray with a large plate of assorted sandwiches and coffees all round, but it wasn't the tray that made us all stare. She had also taken off her cheesecloth shirt and jeans, and was now wearing only a tiny pair of white briefs.

'Well,' she said to our astonished stares, her plump breasts swinging as she placed the tray down on my dressing table, 'I didn't want June to feel the odd one out, so I thought I'd join in.'

I could see what sort of mood she was in. It seemed that we had all woken up feeling that bit sexier than usual, and the feeling was showing no sign of wearing off. There was one possible problem.

'What are you going to do if Rhys comes back?' I asked her.

'Put my clothes back on,' she told me, as if it were obvious.

I looked around in an overstated manner, as if trying to spot her absent clothing.

'Alright, I take your point, I'll go get them,' she turned around, sashaying exaggeratedly out of the door, her bottom swaying invitingly as she went.

'What's got into her?' Willow asked, surprised.

'Nothing, and I think that's the problem,' June chuckled. 'She's got the hornies.'

'You can talk,' I reminded her, 'remembering how you came in to me.'

'Yes, but I'd got a reason to feel that way. I haven't had any for a day or two.'

'And you think we have?' I asked.

'Have what?' Angie asked, bringing in a bundle of clothing and tossing it onto a bedside chair.

'June thinks we've all been having it away again.'

'Huh! That'd be nice,' Angie looked down at June scornfully.

'So what triggered the latest trip to the Iron Age?' She asked pointedly.

I could hear just a little jealousy in her voice and I suddenly felt so guilty for what I was putting her through. I was about to open my mouth and try to pour oil over the waters when Angie beat me to it -- minus the oil.

'Nothing, bloody nothing, certainly not a good session,' Angie stated bluntly, frustration as plain in her voice as jealousy had been in June's.

'Actually,' Willow interrupted the budding argument. 'We went back to the church with the intention of watching each other playing with ourselves, not with each other, just with ourselves. But before even we got started we were sent to see what it wanted to show us.'

'And I for one was well disappointed,' Angie added. 'Just the idea of doing that really got to me.'

'We thought it would be nice and intimate, you know, sort of personal and sexy, but not over the top.' Willow commented. 'Maybe it'll happen another time, although if we get everything settled this weekend it's probably too late.'

'What? You mean a sort of joint masturbation session?' June asked, obviously surprised.

'Yes, exactly that,' Willow nodded, 'not an orgy or anything like one, but just a watch and play session.'

'Sometimes it's just nice to look rather than do.' Angie burst into a soft nervous laugh. 'Although when I watched Gary I'll admit I was helping a little bit.'

'You've watched Gary wanking?' Asked June, more surprised than anything.

'Well actually, I did it to him just so I could watch him come. You're not mad are you?'

'I ought to be, didn't I? But I'm not, not here anyway, I know just what this place can do to people, and that's without it trying to make you sort its problems out for it. I've been there, remember?'

I was listening anxiously, and her conciliatory words brought a sigh of relief from me, and a muffled giggle from Willow, who had been studying my reactions.

'That's one very understanding lady you've got there.' She whispered across to me. 'Look after her.'

'I intend to.' I nodded agreement, meaning all three words.

'Have you ever brought yourself off here with other people present?' Angie asked June, making me squirm uncomfortably.

'Yes, more than once.' June had no such inhibitions.

'So why don't we all do it together,' she suggested, suddenly excited at the thought. 'We're nearly dressed for it.'

There was a moment's hesitation in which we all looked at each other for direction, then we grinned agreement.

'I'm up for it,' said Willow, reaching for the buttons on her blouse.

'What about you,' I asked June, 'do you want to?'

I wasn't going to do anything without her being comfortable with it; that would be like cheating on her, but the thought of having all three of them putting on such a sexy show was getting to me.

'Yes, I think I do.' June nodded quite seriously, making me wonder how much she really meant it.

'Are you really sure?'

'Yes, why not?' She paused. 'But who's asking, you or the abbey?'

'Who knows?' I shrugged. 'And does it really matter so long as we're all cool?'

She shook her head, 'No, probably not. Who's to care anyway?'

'How about we do it in the church ruins like we were going to, in case it has any more info for us?' Willow asked abruptly as the idea occurred to her. 'It's a lovely sunny day out there.'

'Good idea' Angie agreed. 'Then there's no fear of Rhys interrupting because he'd never think to look there.'

Willow let go of her blouse, June put her top back on temporarily, and Angie scrambled back into her clothes, then, having grabbed an armful of blankets we were on our way, all of us feeling a bit flustered and nervous and very surprised at ourselves. Perhaps it should perhaps have seemed too forced or calculated to be genuine, but in fact it was quite the opposite. We had been manipulated for too long and because we thought we'd most likely arranged this ourselves without the assistance of our horny home, we were rather like a bunch of kids setting out on a new adventure. Not that any of us would advocate that kids set out on our sort of adventure of course, but that kind of describes how of what we felt, that same strange kind of excited and bright eyed innocence. It would be a kind of celebration of our friendship and an acceptance of our oddly entwined relationships. At that moment we were convinced we'd gone of our own free will and without the 'assistance' of our home, but later on I changed my mind, and now looking back I'm not sure one way or the other. I do wonder, but then who knows, and more importantly as June said, who cares?

When we got there we laid out the blankets in front of the sunniest wall and then stood looking at each other, wondering who was going to make the first move. It was only a few seconds, but that pause seemed to last forever, until in the end it was June who got things started.

'Ready?' She asked, her hand gripping the zip on her shorts as she looked at each of us in turn.

'Then go!' She yanked down her zip and quickly began to strip, with the rest of us giggling like teenagers as we followed suit.

Once we were undressed we all settled in a line with our backs against the wall, flinching against the heat in the stones until we got used to it. I found myself at one end of the line next to Willow, with Angie at the far end and June between the two girls. Still giggling childishly in little bursts we all shuffled into a comfortable position and began very self-consciously to play with ourselves. Soon we were well away, heads back against the wall and fingers busy in the appropriate places.

It was an intensely erotic experience, sitting next to three masturbating women, hearing their breathing getting heavier and little involuntary pleasure noises starting to issue from their throats. I'll readily admit that it got to me, I had a hard-on to beat all hard-ons, and in fact as I ran my hand up and down my shaft it was like massaging warm marble. I hadn't expected to be doing this again, but by god I was glad I was.

I glanced along the row of naked women beside me, seeing them all with knuckles moving rhythmically over their pubes and with June and Willow massaging their own breasts as they played. June had her eyes closed in ecstasy but Willow shot me a shy little smile and before closing her eyes as well. At the far end Angie was looking down at June's fingers, but as I turned my head she looked up and grinned openly and happily. There was no shyness about Angie.

'It looks good to see you doing that Gary,' she told me, her voice heavy and thick from her own sexiness. 'I love seeing you wank, it's very sexy to see a man stroking his own cock.'

Between us June's eyes opened and she smiled languidly, nodding in agreement as she looked across at me.

'I wish I could see as much of you three,' I told Angie, regretting that I was unable to see lower than their pubes.

'Then go and sit opposite,' She pointed to the stone base of a former nave pillar that stood virtually in front of her some seven or eight feet away.

Why I hadn't thought of that I'd no idea, except that it seemed an accepted thing for us to be in line. I scrambled crab-like across to the pillar and settled back on the grass, looking back at my companions to see how the view had improved.

'Better?' Asked Angie, deliberately spreading her legs a little further for me.

I looked at each girl in turn, appreciating the wonderful view of three beautiful pussies, remembering with a certain embarrassment that I'd now fucked all of them.

'Oh yes, much,' I told her.

As I watched, Willow she let the leg furthest from June fall away, revealing herself more clearly, and then she briefly dipped two fingers into herself, coating her fingertips with her own juices before returning to fondling and massaging her clit. Her other hand was, like June's, playing with her breast and tugging at her nipple, rolling the little nub between her fingers as she smiled sexily to herself. I hadn't thought of Willow as being so overtly sexy and I found myself playing harder and faster on my shaft. I was almost glad that June and I had been interrupted earlier, for otherwise this would never have happened and a sexier, more erotic entertainment would be hard to invent. Even so, I still felt the urge to make love to June, and I switched my gaze to her, letting my eyes wander over that beautiful body before staring directly at her wonderful pussy.

She was obviously also very highly aroused. with her labial folds puffy and open, revealing the lovely pale pink flesh of her cleft and the shiny trace of lubrication around the visible opening of her vagina. Then even as I watched a tiny trickle of her juices ran from her hole and disappeared into the crack of her bottom. I heard myself groan softly.

For several minutes we all masturbated silently, the only sounds that of moving fingers and little pleasure sounds, the tiny gasps, whimpers and groans that none of us could hold back from. But then suddenly Angie gasped that she was going to come soon and began to gasp more loudly, her fingers travelling faster and faster, pushing her tiny bud rapidly from side to side as she got closer. She looked so bloody sexy that both Willow and I stopped playing and watched, excited by the sight of her reaching a self-induced orgasm.

'I'm coming,' she announced again, her voice sibilant through clenched teeth.

She had let go of her breast and taken hold of June's thigh as it leaned against her own, clasping the leg high so that her fingers gripped hard on June's inner thigh close to her pussy. I wondered momentarily if Angie realised exactly where she was touching her neighbour, but then she gasped loudly and arched her back and my attention went back to her.

Her trembling legs were opening and closing a little of their own accord, and her face was set in a tight smile under eyes that stared off into an erotic distance. I could see little muscle tremors passing over her abdomen from the building climax and her fingers were now losing their rhythm as she strummed her clit. It looked so good as to be painful.

'Yes!' She cried it out loud. 'Yes!'

She gripped June's thigh even harder, so hard that her fingertips disappeared into the tender flesh, and then she came, closing her staring eyes as she surrendered to the pleasure, her pelvis jerking and jolting across the blanket beneath her. I found that I'd stopped playing again as I watched in awe, as had both of the others. Slowly the puppet like jerks steadied and stopped as the orgasm passed and Angie opened her eyes, looking around at us as if slightly embarrassed. 'Jesus, but that was good.'

'Yep. I think we figured that,' Willow giggled.

She slumped back against the wall with her chest heaving, exhausted for the moment. Then, as her breath returned she took a deep lungful of air and blew it out again in a silent whistle.

'My god, I can't remember one that good for a long while. I think it was knowing that you lot were all watching that made it so fucking incredible.'

Her hand on June's leg had relaxed and she was unconsciously stroking along the inner thigh, not with any sexual intent, unthinkingly appreciating the soft feel of a girl's leg. But then she abruptly realised what she was doing and took her hand away, causing a frown of disappointment to flit across June's face and making me chuckle softly to myself.

'Well it was!' Angie exclaimed, not knowing the reason for my mirth.

'I think mine's going to be a good one too.' Willow cut in, feeling the first signs of her own climax stirring.

I suppose it was to be expected that we all shut up and turned our attention to her, watching her fingers flying faster and faster over her clit. Now it was like that first time when she had masturbated in her room, knowing that Angie and I were listening outside of her door and wishing that we'd come in and watch instead. Now she getting her wish granted and her eyes flitted from one of us to another, the tip of her tongue flicking along the little satisfied smile on her lips. She knew we were all watching her, even including June whose face betrayed the intensity of her own pleasure, and she enjoyed it, letting her legs fall as wide open as she could

.

When she came she turned her head to one side, nuzzling her face into June's breast as her fingers left her clit and thrust themselves into her pussy, her little gasps of pleasure muffled by June's soft flesh. For a moment June looked shocked, her eyes flipping up to mine in astonishment, but then she placed her hand on top of Willows head and pushed her closer. From my point of view opposite it was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen when Willow's lips closed over June's nipple just as her orgasm wracked her body, making it jump and jerk in ecstasy.

'Wow!'

It was Angie's voice, but I think it pretty well spoke for all of us when Willow's orgasm finally came to its end and she was able to release June's rather reddened nipple.

'That was good.' she said finally, blowing out a long breath as if to emphasise the understatement. She looked around in puzzlement. 'Why has everyone else stopped?' She asked.

The answer was simple. Angie had stopped because she'd reached the tape, but both June and I had been so enthralled by Willow's orgasm that our own play had kind of petered out. That didn't mean that we'd cooled off at all, in fact my own hand instantly began travelling up and down my shaft again, it was more that we'd kind of forgotten what we were supposed to be doing.

'Well, I got sort of side-tracked.' June smiled and looked meaningfully at her breast.

'Oh, sorry about that.'

'Don't be.' June's fingers began to move again, gently stroking her clit. 'I liked it, quite a lot actually.'

'Shall we both do it, then?' Asked Angie, gazing with honest longing at June's other breast.

June glanced at me as if seeking permission, permission she didn't need but which I was only too glad to nod to, my hand moving more purposefully at the thought. But then neither Angie nor Willow waited, they simply turned to June, watching each other and smiling, they began to play with her breasts.

It was the first time I'd ever seen the woman in my life sexually involved with anyone else, and for a few seconds my mind didn't know if I should be insanely jealous or mightily turned on, until the dilemma was solved by the sudden discovery that my climax was rapidly becoming imminent, fuelled by the sight before me. Watching small supple feminine fingers squeezing and massaging June's lovely soft flesh was a wonderful sight. My eyes travelled from one breast to the other, from one happy face to another, taking in the girl's sexy smiles and June's obvious arousal. She was still playing with her own clitoris, her fingers reaching down a little awkwardly under the girl's arms, her own arm trapped by Angie's body as she lay alongside.

It wasn't long before Willow spotted this and reached down herself, gently pushing June's hand to one side and touching her pussy herself instead. June sighed and disentangled her hands, letting Willow do as she wished as she spread her arms and lay them around the both Angie and Willow's shoulders, lying back and simply enjoying what was being done to her. I watched Willow's gentle fingers discover June's pussy, seeing them fondling and exploring every fold and crease, finding and stroking her clitoris before pushing further down until they found her entrance and pushed inside.

That did it for me, my climax, that had been simmering for so long under my wandering attention, suddenly demanded concentration. I spread my knees a little and, deliberately letting anyone see me who wanted to, I sped up, rubbing and massaging my shaft with hard rapid strokes until I felt my balls gather, ready to send my cum shooting along my cock.

'I'm coming.' I announced, the words a harsh gasp as the first spurt raced along my shaft.

Three sets of eyes looked across as that first gush burst out, leaping into the air, arcing up and then falling back to splash over my stomach and onto the grass.

'Beautiful!' exclaimed June. 'Enjoy it.'

I was, I couldn't answer but I nodded and then closed my eyes as my balls emptied themselves, spraying my cum over my belly and pubes. Angie said something but I couldn't make it out and so I just nodded and let my climax carry me along. When it was over I just lay back against the stone of the pillar, chest heaving and mouth sagging open as I fought for breath. It had been so exhilarating to let myself climax with all three girls watching, something I will remember forever even though they were all doing, or had done, precisely the same thing with me watching.

Now it was only June's turn, and I could see that she wouldn't be long. She lay propped against the wall with Angie kneading one breast while Willow buried her face in the other, kissing and sucking at it while at the same time two of her fingers thrust in and out of her pussy. Her face was a picture of arousal, her mouth was partly open, her eyes were half closed and she had that faraway 'God this is good' look plastered all over her face. I only hoped that she looked like that when I played with her too. When she came she gave no warning, her legs suddenly lifted, opened wider as if trying to get Willow's fingers to go deeper, and she let out a long keening wail, her fingers digging into the shoulders they had rested on, and then she just collapsed back against the wall, spent and sweating. It was short and sharp, but clearly extremely intense, and in a way I think that both Angie and Willow were disappointed that it was over so soon.

'Thank you,' June told them, 'I needed someone to do that.'

'Our pleasure,' Angie grinned, 'do it again?'

'Phew, not right now, but maybe another time.' She looked swiftly across at me as if suddenly remembering I was there, but I simply smiled my acceptance, hoping that I'd be invited to watch.

For a minute or two we all sat silently basking in the afterglow, but then, as our arousal faded we began gathering our clothes together and making ourselves decent once more.

'What do you think triggered that?' Willow asked abruptly.

'In this place, you ask that?' Angie answered incredulously. 'And do I care anyway?'

'No, it's not that. I enjoyed it too much to care why really, it's just that it isn't the sort of thing I normally get up to and I'm wondering if it's the abbey trying to give us some message or other, that's all.'

'No, I don't think so,' June put in, shaking her head. 'It's more likely that we're picking up on the general aura of the place. You know what I mean, the sort of thing that got me and Peter going when we used to come here before.'

'Then it's a shame we've got to try and get rid of it, isn't it?' Angie pouted as she spoke, thinking, as I was, that an aura like that could be extremely enjoyable.

'It might be a shame,' Willow told her, 'but it's the cause of all our problems here, so if it doesn't go, then we've got to.'

'True,' Angie shrugged, 'Oh well, nice thought.'

'It's only a nice thought right now because it's worked in our favour.' I told her.

We had had a fantastic little session and one that we understandably regretted would probably never be repeated. Already as we made our way back to the house we were all noticing a decline in interest in each other, something that Angie commented on that night at supper while we were still waiting for Rhys to return from the simple task of delivering Shannon back home.

'I think we're all going to be safe from each other from now on,' she said.

'Do you think,' Willow asked, 'that was the abbey letting us all have a bit of fun before the main event, as it were?'

'Huh?' I asked, surprised.

'I mean that we all felt randy, we all wanted to play, and yet if it was the abbey doing it, then it didn't want to show us anything this time. I think it knows we've got the message and we're going to do what it needs us to, and I think it was telling us that sex can be innocent fun now, just like when those iron age men were having fun with that girl.'

'Maybe.' I really hoped so, the idea that everything would be normal after Sunday was something to really look forward to.

'If we manage to do it,' Angie looked concerned.

'I don't see why we can't,' I told her. 'Because we've pretty much got everything arranged, haven't we?'

'It's not that. I just hope you won't find me too ugly on Sunday night.' Angie was suffering from a sudden lack of self-confidence thanks to my arsehole of a brother.

'Find you ugly?' I asked her. 'Not a fucking chance!'