It was to be a night like any other for Augusta Sheppard.

When darkness had safely fallen, she stepped out of her front door and checked her watch, as she always did. It was ten o' clock. Time to hit the road.

The tall, slender woman climbed carefully into the driver's seat of her beloved car. The long, black gown she wore was slightly restricting; she was in danger of catching one of her pointed heels in the filmy fabric. Never mind, thought Augusta; she hoped soon to be rid of the constraints of her clothing.

Augusta started up the car engine. Its throaty purr did not sound too loud in the stealthy silence of night-time. Smoothly, she glided off, her headlights sweeping the darkness, illuminating the trees.

Within a few minutes, Augusta had left her home behind and was now driving along a narrow, country road that wound on and on for miles. She did not expect to meet many other vehicles on this journey; it was a road not well-used by travellers, except for a few, inconsiderate locals. No-one ever seemed to reduce their speed when they met her; they went whooshing past her big, cumbersome car without so much as a wave of recognition. Augusta considered this to be very dangerous, especially on corners. Surely they could see her headlights and perhaps slow down a little?

Well, let them be rude, Augusta told herself, as, right on cue, a red sports car swept past at high speed, nearly forcing her onto the embankment. Idiots! She didn't need them; these local fools, who thought they owned the roads. Tonight, as with most nights, Augusta was on the lookout for a stranger. Someone new to the area, someone young and male. They never seemed to ignore her once they discovered what she wanted from them.

She continued on her way, humming quietly to herself. Overhead, tall trees bent their heads together; almost joining, and forming a leafy tunnel that went on for miles. It could have been ever so slightly eerie for Augusta, driving along there on her own, but she felt no fear, only excitement and anticipation. There was something in the air tonight. She was certain to get what she craved for so hungrily.

Augusta did not have to wait long. A few miles further on, shortly after the lights of a farmhouse flashed by, Augusta saw that she was coming to a dark layby; a break in the roadside trees. And she gasped as her headlights picked out a tall figure standing in the layby; it was a young man, who immediately stepped forward as she approached. He shielded his eyes against the glare of the car lights, and gave a small, hesitant wave, his thumb aloft.

A hitchhiker! At this time of night, in the middle of nowhere! Augusta couldn't believe her luck and did not for one second question the wisdom of picking up a male hiker when she was alone and vulnerable. As far as Augusta was concerned, the young man was the vulnerable one tonight.

She slowed her car just beyond the layby and tooted her horn. The man sprinted a few yards to catch up with her. Augusta wound down the window; he leaned his head in and grinned sheepishly at her.

"Where are you headed?" Augusta asked him.

"I just need to get to the next village. The buses don't seem to run at this time of night."

"Mmm, I see," Augusta thought the shy young man to be rather handsome, with his short, brown hair and pale-blue eyes. This was The One, she was sure of it.

"Well, get in," she told him. "I'm going that way."

The hiker hesitated. "You don't mind?" He was shivering a little and seemed inadequately attired to be out on a chilly, autumn night; he wore jeans, and a t-shirt with a casual shirt on top. He was quite tall, with a slim physique, and there was some sort of adornment on a thong around his neck.

Augusta smiled wickedly. "I don't mind at all. It's my pleasure, in fact."

"Good. Thanks." The man opened the door and climbed in beside her. Augusta waited until he was settled, then she moved the car off once more.

At first, neither of them spoke. Then, out of politeness, Augusta's passenger tried to make friendly conversation. He told her, in a deep, Irish accent, which Augusta found very appealing, that his name was Richard and he was an agricultural student on placement in the area. Tonight he was due to meet a friend in the pub, and he was running a little late.

"Oh," Augusta tried to hide her disappointment. "A female friend?"

Richard chuckled. "I wish! No, it's my pal, Chris; he's doing the same course as me, but he managed to get digs in the village where the pub is - lucky bastard! I'm out in the sticks!"

Augusta said no more, but secretly, she was relieved to hear that there were two young males new to the area. This definately had potential.

Richard continued to chat as the journey wore on. Studying Augusta's elegant appearance, he asked her if she was on her way to a party.

"Something like that," she smiled. She felt she could listen to this boy's lovely voice for ever, and the intensity of his gaze, when he looked at her, sent shivers down her spine. But she remained aloof, preferring not to give away too much about herself.

Richard was asking her about the car.

"It's a beauty - you don't see many of them around. What is it, a Daimler? A real classic!"

"If you say so," Augusta stared ahead at the road. She was aware of the young man watching her intently. What was he thinking? Was he suspicious of her; did he think her strange, as all the rest did? Was he attracted to her, as they ultimately were?

"So, what's your name?" Richard asked.

Augusta popped a cigarette into her mouth, and her passenger obligingly leant forward and lit it for her.

"That would be telling," Augusta said, between puffs.

"Ah, bit of a mystery lady, are you?" Richard was grinning; he really had a lovely smile. "Well, with that beautiful hair of yours, do you mind if I call you Scarlet?"

Augusta tried not to smile. Her glossy, auburn locks never failed to gain admiration from potential suitors. The hair reached quite a long way down her back when loose, but, for now, at least, she had it coiled up in an elegant chignon. Her fingernails, tapping against the steering wheel, were long and painted a dark red. Her body, concealed beneath her gown and a calf-length black coat, was slim and delicate. She knew only too well what an effect such beauty could have on a man.

Richard was still looking at her. There was no mistaking the lust in his eyes. "Hey, Scalet," he said, eventually. "I'm sure Chris would like to meet you. Why don't you let me buy you a drink, to thank you for the ride?"

The one we've just had, or the one that's still to come? Augusta took a deep breath as this thought came into her mind.

"I'd like that," She reached out and touched the boy's thigh. It felt firm and muscular; just the way she liked a man to feel. She was aware that Richard had tensed when her fingers made contact with his body. Normally, Augusta would have stopped the car and made a rapid move towards seduction at this point; perhaps caressing his crotch, where an obvious bulge was forming, and then undoing his zipper and going down on him.

But she restrained herself. She had to meet Chris first. Augusta hoped he would be as good-looking a young man as this one. She wasn't sure exactly how things might progress from here. However, she was certain of one thing - two lovers would most definately be better than one.



The small pub was fairly crowded, as usual. Chris drained his glass and ordered another pint. From his position near the bar, he could see the door and was keeping a close eye on everybody who came in.

Where the hell was Richard? He was late; had he missed the bus? There was little enough to do around here at the best of times; Chris didn't particularly want to spend the evening on his own in this God-forsaken place!

Taking his eyes off the door for a moment, Chris gazed critically around the pub. It was packed to the gunnels with old folk, and not a decent female in sight. Chris was beginning to wonder if there was anyone in this village under seventy. What was he to do if he got horny? At this rate, it'd just be him and an appointment with his right hand. Chris gave a bitter little laugh and raised the glass to his lips once more.

Then, suddenly, Richard appeared. Chris spluttered and nearly choked when he saw what accompanied his friend; only the most gorgeous, statuesque, thirty-something redhead he'd ever seen! What was that bastard Richard doing with a woman like THAT on his arm? The guy certainly had a smug expression on his face, so he must have pulled this beauty somehow.

"You took your time!" Chris slapped his friend on the shoulder; a friendly gesture, despite the stain of jealousy that crept over their meeting. "Who's your.companion?"

"Chris, I'd like you to meet - Scarlet." Richard beckoned Augusta forward; she smiled serenely. "That's not her real name, but she's a woman of mystery!"

"It's a pleasure!" Chris looked at Augusta, taking her in from head to foot. Strange get-up she had on; all that black, like she'd been to a funeral. But that red hair, those slanted green eyes, the amazing body - they were truly to die for. Or at least to masturbate over.

Straight away, Richard offered to buy his lift-provider a drink. She requested a gin and tonic, adding that she never usually went into bars because she had trouble getting the barman to notice her.

"That surprises me," murmured Chris. "How could a fox like you go unnoticed by any man?"

"So you're an Irishman too?" the woman purred in Chris's ear, while Richard was fetching drinks for them all.

Chris nodded. "Like that, do you?"

"I find it.appealing."

"Anything else you like about me?" Chris couldn't resist flirting with this babe. Christ, he hadn't been laid in weeks! The fact that this was a more mature lady, and a posh one at that, rather excited him.

Augusta licked her full, red lips. "Everything," she whispered, and reached out to touch his thigh.

Chris found himself with an instant hard-on. It almost scared him that his cock got so stiff, so quickly; an immediate response to this woman's touch. He gulped.

"Is there something the matter?" the redhead asked, in her deep, husky voice, stroking Chris gently.

At that moment, Richard returned with a tray of drinks.

"This'll keep us going!" he said cheerfully, seeming unaware of the sparks flying between his blond male friend and the stranger who'd picked him up. Neither of his companions said much for a time; they just stared at each other over their drinks. Richard kept the conversation going single-handedly for as long as he could. Eventually he ran out of things to say.

"I'm going for a piss - er, to the gents'," he said, noticing Augusta's feline eyes lingering over his body as he stood up from the table.

"Aye, me too!" Chris jumped up and followed his friend to the toilets.

Once in there, Richard turned on Chris, hissing:

"What d'you think you're doing? Don't leave the lady out there on her own!"

"Shit, Richie! I just had to tell you what she's been doing to me underneath the table!" Chris was red in the face, and his cock, when he took it out to pee, was as stiff as a board.

"Jesus, what HAS she been doing?" Richard's eyes almost popped out of his head at the sight of his friend's huge erection.

"She wants me. I think she's up for it!" With some difficulty, Chris let loose a long, yellow stream into the urinal. Richard did the same, scowling; now was his turn to be jealous.

"If you must know, she touched ME up in the car on the way here!" he said, not to be outdone. "Couldn't keep her hands off my dick."

"What d'you think we should do?"

Richard shrugged. "Find out if she IS up for it, I suppose. Take her somewhere quiet and try it on. Who knows - I might soon have her sucking on this!"

He wiggled his hips and his cock bounced from side to side. Chris stuffed his own hardened dick back into his trousers and grinned.

"You wish!"



About an hour passed and several more pints of Guinness were downed before Chris and Richard felt brave enough to ask their female companion what her plans for the evening were.

She stretched out her long legs under the table, and the point of each high-heeled shoe pushed itself against the crotches of the two Irishmen.

"Well," Augusta said, smiling. "Anything - as long as it involves you two gentlemen!"

Chris and Richard looked at one another.

"Weren't you headed somewhere?" Richard asked, out of politeness.

"No. I've done what I set out to do, thanks." Augusta took a drink; her lipstick left no mark on the glass. "I don't suppose you need another ride?"

Richard nodded. "I think we might. Don't you, Chris?"

Chris was unable to answer. Augusta's toe was stroking his swollen cock through his pants and he was just about to burst. All he could do was groan urgently; his hands fell beneath the table to grab the exploring foot and pull it against his excited prick.

"Where shall we go for this 'ride'?" Richard murmured, fixing his gaze on Augusta's sultry face.

"I know just the place," she replied.

Chris shuddered as the stroking of her foot increased its pace. "Christ!" he moaned. "I don't believe it - she's jerking me off right in the middle of the bloody pub and no-one's even noticed!"

He was so aroused now that he didn't ponder for long on the strange fact that, gorgeous and unusual-looking though she was, not one other person seemed to have acknowledged Augusta's presence. No one smiled at her or even stared; they just pushed past her as though she wasn't there. There was, however, no danger of Chris ignoring her; not with her foot working his cock into a frenzy like that.

When he was finally unable to take any more of this tantalizing exploration, Chris leapt up. The bulge in his pants was extremely obvious.

"We need that lift now," he said roughly.

The woman in black stared at him. Her red lips parted.

"I can see that you're ready," she said. "It's definately time."



Augusta drove back along the same route she had taken earlier, at a slightly higher speed than before. Beside her sat Chris, immensely excited, his hand stroking her thigh.

In the back seat, Richard sat quietly, seeming deep in thought. Augusta caught sight of his serious face in her rear-view mirror, and smiled.

"Is something bothering you, my darling?" she asked.

Richard shook himself from his reverie. "No. I - I was just wondering where you're taking us, that's all."

"This is such a cool car!" Chris looked like a little boy on Christmas Day. "I can't believe we bumped into a posh piece of skirt like you!"

Augusta took hold of the hem of her gown and pulled it upwards, exposing the top of a taut, white thigh. Chris began to breathe heavily, placing his hand onto her cool, bare flesh.

"I want to fuck you, Scarlet!" he said, with determination.

Augusta did not respond. She took the car off the main road and along a rough, muddy track, which wound deep into the woods. The vehicle bumped its way along, and the passengers held on for dear life until Augusta finally brought the car to a halt.

They were in a clearing, lit faintly by the glow of the moon. Not far away stood what was left of an old stone cottage; some crumbling walls, the suggestion of a doorway and windows. There was no roof; that had long since disappeared.

"Classy place!" said Chris, catching Richard's eye and making a face, as they exited the car.

"It'll do. Follow me." Augusta led the way through the gaping doorway and into the skeletal remains of the cottage. Inside the derelict walls there was nothing left of what had once been a dwelling-place. The only inhabitants now were small, wild creatures, who scuttled away into dark corners as the humans approached.

The moon provided adequate illumination, but there was a definate chill in the air.

Richard shivered. "Bit cold, isn't it, pet?"

"Why don't you light the fire?" Augusta gestured to the remains of a fireplace in one wall. The chimney had fallen in, but the grate was still in place. Richard set to work, gathering up small twigs and branches, dead leaves, moss; anything that would burn and sustain a flame.

"Make yourself at home." Augusta swept her arm in a circle, indicating to Chris that he should sit down.

"Er, OK," he said, doubtfully. There didn't really seem anywhere to sit, but he was so horny, he'd just have to make do and hope that Augusta joined him. A large, soft mound of fallen leaves near the fire appeared to be the most likely place. Chris sat himself down, sinking into the leaves, which crackled and shifted beneath him. He beckoned to Augusta.

"Why don't you come and lie here with me?"

"In good time," she said. "I must warm myself first."

Richard had managed to get a small fire going. Tiny flames leapt up and the dry branches and leaves caught, flaring up cheerfully and sending out a pleasing, smoky aroma.

"That's a belter, isn't it?" Richard said, watching it, his face glowing orange in the light it produced.

Augusta stared at him, taking him in. Tall, athletic, dark and handsome. He was quite a find.

"Come here," she said. "I want you."

She opened her arms to him. Richard was compelled to go to her. He seemed mesmerised by the pale beauty of Augusta's face; illuminated, as his was, in the vivid glow of the fire. Before he could touch her, she freed her hair from its chignon; shook loose the long, rust-coloured tresses, which tumbled down her back, reaching almost to her buttocks.

Richard put out his hand and gently stroked her cheek. She lifted her chin, an imperious look on her face.

"If I find out you're just teasing us." began Richard.

"Is that what you think of me, that I'm a tease?" Augusta snapped. Her eyes were suddenly aflame, like the small bonfire in the grate.

Then, as the men watched, Augusta shrugged off her coat. She reached around her back, plucked at the fastenings on her gown. With a silky sigh the garment slid from her narrow shoulders and down to the ground, pooling at her feet like a dark shadow. Underneath the dress, she was naked.

Chris bit his lip. "Oh, fuck!" he muttered.

Augusta thrust her breasts forward, proudly. Her nipples were hard as bullets in the coolness of the night air. Her skin glowed with an radiance that came from within. Between her long legs, a small, neat patch of dark hair hid her most intimate places.

Richard couldn't help himself - he had to have her now. Striding forward, he grabbed Augusta by the shoulders and pulled her towards him for a kiss. His mouth opened on hers, and his tongue moved between her gasping lips, exploring every nook and cranny of her moue.

Augusta sighed and responded, pressing her body against the tall Irishman, yearning to feel his hardness, acheing to release him from the confines of his clothing.

From his position on the pile of leaves, Chris watched, spellbound, as his friend caressed the naked woman's firm breasts. Richard then bent his head to take Augusta's hard nipples in his mouth, sucking first one, then the other, teasing the swollen nubs with his tongue. Augusta's head fell back. This was what she had been craving more than anything; this was the ultimate pleasure for her.

Richard moved his mouth over her body, kissing her silky collar bone, throat and shoulders. She urged him on breathlessly, parting her legs, wanting him to touch her acheing pussy. When he finally did, she cried out; the sensation of his long fingers probing her swollen lips and clit was exquisite.

"Make love to me!" she gasped. "Quickly!"

Richard began to unzip himself as Augusta looked round for somewhere to lie. She sank down onto another pile of leaves and spread her slender legs wide, touching her moist pussy, using her fingers to part the furled petals of her labia.

"What a lovely cock!" she said, in wonder, as Richard revealed his turgid member. "Please, put it inside me!"

Richard did not hesitate. He quickly pulled off his jeans, shirt and t-shirt, showing his muscular torso. Around his neck he wore a celtic pendant on a thin leather strap. The same celtic symbol was repeated on a tattoo which adorned his right shoulder. Augusta thought him quite the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

Richard scrambled on top of her and their naked bodies entwined. The young man's cock sank deep into Augusta's clammy depths straight away and she clenched her internal muscles tightly around it.

"Oh!" she cried as he filled her pulsating channel, stretching the velvety walls to the limit. "That's so good! Oh!"

Chris watched, speechless, as the intense coupling began, right in front of him. Already his cock was acheing to be inside the red-haired woman the way Richard's was right at that moment. Grappling with the buttons on his pants, Chris opened them and pulled out his stiffened prick. It was bigger than he had ever seen it; throbbing visibly, the head coloured an angry red, pre-cum oozing from his slit.

Augusta, despite being mid-fuck with Richard, caught sight of Chris with his bursting penis in his hand.

"Come here!" she gasped. "I need another cock - now!"

Chris didn't waste a second. He dived over to the coupling pair and knelt beside Augusta's head. She reached out to grab his swaying cock, closing her hand around it tightly. The head, protruding from her fist, swelled enticingly and she put it to her lips. Chris groaned.

"You are one horny bitch, aren't you, Scarlet?"

Augusta began jerking him off, moving her hand up and down his veiny shaft, whilst still being penetrated deeply in the pussy by Richard. The dark-haired man was sweating now, his naked body glistening in the firelight. Augusta put one hand to his heaving buttocks; in the other she still held Chris's cock. Gradually, she slid the twitching phallus, inch by inch, between her red lips. Chris gave an extra-loud moan. He began to fuck her gorgeous mouth, bucking his hips frantically, amazed at how much of his length she seemed able to swallow.

Augusta squirmed beneath Richard's muscular body as he continued to drive his cock into her willing pussy. She curled her legs around his back, clasping him tightly, keeping him there. So delicious were the sensations of his thick cock thudding repeatedly into her body, that she could not help herself from screaming profanities.

"Now, now!" panted Richard. "That's no language for a lady!"

"I'm - not - a - lady!" Augusta gasped. "I'm an ordinary woman, with a woman's needs. Just keep fucking me with that big, hard cock!"

Richard obliged. His climax was nearing, his balls were tightening, ready to give up their load. In Augusta's mouth, Chris's cock exploded, discharging a flood of cum down her hungry throat. He pulled out, gasping, and sprayed more viscous fluid over her breasts.

Then Richard hosed Augusta's pussy with semen, at the same time as she reached her own orgasm. Her screams were stifled by Chris's mouth; he kissed her forcefully, tasting his cum on her lips. Augusta's body spasmed wildly around Richard's cock, and her legs tightened their grip on him.

A moment later, Richard slid out of her sopping channel and moved down her body, putting his lips to the ravaged pussy. He tongued her little red clit and she went berserk beneath him.

"More!" she screamed. "I want more cock!"

Chris was ready and willing. He urged Richard to move off to the side, and knelt between Augusta's spread legs, positioning his cockhead at her pulsating entrance. With one, brutal thrust, he pushed himself inside and she bucked frantically, screeching. Chris clamped his hand over her mouth.

"Quiet, bitch!" he hissed. "Someone'll hear!"

"Don't be rude to the lady," murmured Richard, his mouth against Augusta's furry mound. He flicked his tongue over her straining clit now and again, making her moan.

Meanwhile Chris, still kneeling, thrust deeply in and out. His teeth were clenched with the effort and the veins of his neck stood out.

"Take her up the arse next!" he said to his friend. "While I'm still in her cunt! Go on!"

Richard looked doubtful. "D'you think she'll be able to take us both at once?"

"Course she will, the fucking whore!" Chris manouvered himself and Augusta into position, rolling her onto her side, keeping his cock inside her spasming hole. Richard moved in behind her, feeling for her anus with his finger. She was quite tight, so he pushed the digit in first, to get her used to it. Augusta gasped at this new penetration, and ground her bottom closer to Richard. The next thing she felt was the head of his cock sliding up and down her crack, spreading moisture from her sodden pussy over her arsehole. And then his cock went inside her, popping into her rectum, filling her right up with thick, throbbing meat.

"Oh!" she cried. The sensation of two hard cocks in her body was amazing. When both men thrust together, she thought she would be ripped in half.

"I can feel your dick!" gasped Richard to Chris. "Bloody hell!"

Chris laughed. "You dirty bitch, Scarlet, you're loving this, aren't you?"

Augusta gave a strangled cry. "I'm coming!" she burst out. "Oh, God help me, I'm coming!"

Just the anguished tone of her voice was enough to bring Chris to a raging climax. His cock spasmed and let loose a torrent of semen, which pumped in hot jets up Augusta's pussy.

At the same time, Richard's prick spewed its load. He filled her rectum with a flood of cum, cursing loudly because it felt so good in that tight, twitching hole.

Both men opened their eyes as the final spasms of their cocks subsided. Between them, Augusta was coming also. She threw back her head and emitted an animalistic roar; a totally inhuman sound. And, as the men watched the beauty in the throes of her orgasm, something happened that made them both recoil in horror.

For a few seconds, Augusta seemed to change. As the howl of euphoria left her lips, she briefly metamorphasised from a beautiful young woman into something ugly and haggard.

Both men were briefly aware of different things. Chris saw shrivelled, drooping breasts, and skin the consistency of old leather, criss-crossed with lines. The hands clenching his buttocks felt bony, the nails claw-like and digging into his flesh. He let out a cry.

From behind, Richard saw the long, auburn hair disappear; in its place there came grey, straggling, sparse locks, sprouting from a pinkish scalp. The buttocks were scrawny, hip bones protruded skeletally.

"Oh Jesus!" he moaned, realising that his cock was still inside this thing.

Augusta opened her cavernous mouth and laughed. The few teeth she had were yellow, rotting stumps. Chris withdrew his cock at the speed of light and scrabbled away, yelling:

"Richard! Oh Christ! Richard!"

Richard closed his eyes as the crone bucked wildly on his cock. She still issued a hideous, cackling laugh, like that of a witch in a child's story. Then, Augusta, after one final, powerful internal spasm, rolled away from him and lay still.

It was a moment before Richard dared to look at her. Augusta was slumped on the ground, her red hair thrown forward over her face, fluid seeping from her pussy and anus. She moaned quietly to herself.

A little distance away, Chris lay on his back, his limp cock resting against his thigh. It took him a moment to catch his breath.

"What the hell happened?" he asked.

"Christ knows!" Richard sat up and bent over Augusta, stroking her hair. "We must have been hallucinating or something when we came, she's so good. Hey, pet, you're something else, you know that? What a girl!"

Augusta lifted her head wearily. "I have no strength left," she whispered. "Let me sleep."

Richard exchanged glances with Chris. "Aye, alright. Let's have a nap. You can drive us home in the morning, darlin'!"

So, as the flames in the grate died to glowing embers, Chris, Augusta and Richard lay close together, naked, on their bed of sweet-smelling leaves. Their bodies were covered with sweat, their flesh pulsated with the memory of good, hard sex. It wasn't long before the boys were asleep. For Augusta, tired though she was, it took a little longer. Smiling to herself in the darkness, she gently touched her clit and it throbbed powerfully in response.

"Thank you, gentlemen," she murmured. "That was just what I needed!"



The morning sun slanted across Chris's face and woke him with a start. Trying to open his eyes, he squinted, wondering for a moment, where the hell he was.

Then, gradually, he began to recall the events of the night before. Of course! He and Richard had fucked this beautiful woman, Scarlet, in a ruin of a cottage, beside a flickering fire. It was a pity the fire had gone out; the cool, dewy air touched his naked skin now, raising it into goosebumps. Never mind, perhaps Scarlet would be able to warm him up a little. The memory of her gorgeous, wet, heated pussy contracting around his cock, was still deliciously clear. So it definately hadn't been a dream.

Still with his eyes half-shut, Chris reached out, expecting to make contact with a soft, naked, female body.

"Come on, baby," he murmured. "Want some cock for breakfast?"

But all he touched was a pile of brittle old leaves. Chris's eyes were suddenly fully open.

"What the fuck -?"

He was alone. No Scarlet, no Richard. What was going on? Had he dreamt it after all?

Chris staggered woozily to his feet. A morning erection stuck out in front of him and he wished there was some pussy around to shove it into.

"Scarlet!" he called out, cautiously. "Richie?"

There was silence for a moment. Then a scuffling noise behind him. Chris whirled round and came face-to-face with Richard, who was fully clothed.

"Jesus, man!" Richard said. "Can't you cover that up?"

Chris looked down at his swollen prick. He felt that he could still see Augusta's full red lips wrapped around it.

"Where is she?"

"I don't know. She wasn't here when I woke up, so I went for a piss. Thought she might be around when I got back."

Chris pulled his clothes back on, hurriedly.

"If she's left us in the lurch." he muttered.

Richard went to the doorway of the cottage and peered out. "Her car's gone."

"Bitch!"

"Well, she gave us a good time; now she's left. At least she didn't want paying!"

Chris nodded. "Aye, I suppose." He looked strangely at his friend. "Where's your lucky charm?"

"What?" Richard glanced down at himself. It took a moment for him to realise that his pendant was gone. "Shit! Either I lost it in this place or she nicked it!"

"Maybe she wanted paying after all!" sniggered Chris.

"We'd better walk back to the B&B, get some breakfast," said Richard. "We can ask the farmer about her. Maybe he'll know who she is and where we can find her. I want my pendant back!"

"Right," Chris pulled on his jacket and strode out into the woods. "Come on then, I'm starving!"



It took an hour or so for the two students to reach the farmhouse B&B, where Richard had been staying. Luckily, there was still some food left, so they tucked in, eating as though they'd been starved for weeks.

Whilst they ate, the farmer wandered into the kitchen and nodded to them. "Morning."

"Morning," they replied in unison.

"Where did you spend the night then?" The farmer went to the stove and poured himself a cup of tea from the pot. "I thought you'd done a runner on us."

Chris took his chance. "We, er, got a bit drunk and went for a wander. Ended up sleeping the night in an old cottage in the woods. The funny thing is - "

The farmer stared at him. "The ruined cottage?"

Richard nodded. "Do you know it?"

"Too right I do. Creepy place, that. Belonged to the Black Widow."

Chris nearly choked on his toast. "The what?"

"There's quite a story behind it, as it goes." The farmer sat down at the table. "I never saw her myself; must be fifty years since the fire."

Chris swallowed. "Tell us about it then."

"Lady lived there with her husband; a strange couple they were. The Sheppards. When he died, there were rumours she killed him." The farmer continued, after taking a bite of toast. "For years, Mrs Sheppard stayed there by herself, wearing black, driving around in this big, black car."

Richard looked at Chris. "A Daimler?"

"Something like that. Anyway, legend has it that she was a bit of a nympho - went out in that car every night, looking for young blokes to satisfy her cravings."

"Right." said Chris slowly.

"Apparently, she carried on doing this right into her seventies." The farmer shuddered. "Beats me what young lad would let himself be seduced by an old crone, but you get all sorts, don't you?"

Neither of the students replied.

"Folk say she made her living by stealing from her conquests - wallets, jewellery, anything of value they had on them at the time. Evil old cow, she was. One night, though, she got her comeuppance. She took two young men back to her cottage - they murdered and robbed her, then burnt that cottage to the ground. All that's left of it now are those few walls."

The farmer sipped his tea. "They do say Mrs Sheppard still roams the area, looking for young blokes to screw. Doesn't realise that she's dead or that her home's a ruin. Quite a story, ain't it?"

Chris was first, eventually, to speak. "Aye. Aye, it is. Could you excuse us a sec?"

He got up and left the table. Richard followed closely behind.

"Bloody hell!" was all Chris could say to his friend. "Bloody, bloody hell!"

THE END