Saxonhurst Secrets

‘Rather ’er than me.’

‘Nah, she loves it. Look at ’er. Most every man in Saxonhurst has had her up the bum before now. She’s well known for it.’

‘She’s well known for everything.’

‘That’s true. Oh, he’s getting her lubed up now. Nice and shiny.’

‘Big cock too, our Jase.’

‘You used to go out with him, didn’t you, a few years back?’

‘Yeah. He’s got a lovely one. Used to get a bugger of a face-ache, though, when I blew him.’

‘Ah well, swings and roundabouts, ennit?’

‘Yeah. Oh, he’s got his cock between her cheeks. Steady on, Jase. Nice and easy does it.’

‘Did he used to have you up the bum, then?’

‘God, no, not me. Not my thing. He tried a few times, mind, the dirty bugger.’

‘Dirty bugger’s about right. Look, he’s getting right inside her arse now.’

‘That’s gotta hurt. Especially where you can see where she was whipped. Must be sore.’

‘She loves it. Look at the whore. She’s pushing back for more.’

‘We’ll have good luck this year. Good health, lots of new babies in the village. Gotta hand it to her, she does a good job of it. You wouldn’t do it.’

‘I suppose. She doesn’t have to be such a fucking man-stealer, though.’

‘Goes with the territory, I s’pose.’

‘Yeah. God, look at that. All the way in. Right to the hilt. She can’t go nowhere.’

‘Can you come from anal sex then?’

‘Dunno. Let’s see if she does. Ooh, look at it! Big fat cock going in and out. I don’t get how it fits up there, but it does somehow.’

‘Look at the dirty bitch. She loves it.’

The conversation degenerated into catcalls and insults, mingled with shouts of encouragement for the sodomiser.

‘Do her!’

‘Fuck her whore’s arse!’

‘She loves it!’

‘Oh my God, is she coming?’

‘I think she is.’

Adam lifted his head to see Evie kicking and thrashing in a frenzy, filled to bursting with the man’s thick cock, which continued to piledrive into her while she sobbed out her climax.

He turned around and crawled through the legs of unidentified dozens, hearing the cheery voices of the girls who’d commentated for him asking each other if they fancied a cider.

There was a move en masse towards the pub and he managed to get to his feet and hobble the few yards to the church grounds without being stopped.