RETURN OF THE GOLDEN GOOSE

by Some Sort of Dog
 
 
 
 
 

Chapter 10:- Kay! Not Again!


 
 
  "This is better than a honeymoon by the sea, darling!"
Kay snuggled up to Rick. The grass was dry and warm and they leaned back against a sun-heated rock. Rick stretched his legs. "It was a long climb, but the view is worth it. You can see for miles from here."
"And not a soul around. We've seen nobody since we branched off the main pathway."
They lay together in perfect peace, warmth and security. Somewhere, water was trickling softly. Sheep were baa-ing in the distance. Far below, as cloud shadows chased across the landscape, cows grazed contentedly, their backs to the breeze.
"It's so warm round this side of the hill, out of the wind." Kay sat up and loosened her shirt. She looked at Rick and shrugged. "There's nobody about," she said, and slipped the shirt off her shoulders.
"Oh, the grass is so springy and warm," she sighed as she lay back down. Her mighty breasts cast a spectacular shadow, supported by her bra. Rick rolled over on to his side to look at her.
"You're fantastic, darling!" he ran a finger down her upper arm to the crook of her elbow.
"Mmmm, just there, yes. This is perfect, darling. Our second honeymoon, already!"
Kay closed her eyes. Abruptly, she sat up again.
"What's the matter, darling? Ants?"
"No, it's this bra. It's digging into me. I'd hoped it would see me through another month until the next lot of money came in. It's no use. Unhook me, love."
"Those three little words. Unhook me, love!" Rick obliged her. "Wow, it is getting tight, too." He wrestled with the final hook.
"Time to see Mrs Danby again," she sighed, easing the shoulder straps down and rubbing her shoulders. "Wooh, that's much better." The bra joined her shirt on the rock and she lay down again. This time, there was less of a shadow, but far more for Rick to gaze at. The landscape was forgotten. "What are you looking at?" she smiled at him.
"You!"
"My tits, you mean. You sit up here with a view like this, and all you want to do is to stare at my outsized knockers."
"It's not all I want to do."
"Isn't it?" Kay rolled her head to look at her husband. "It's not all I want to do, either."
"What do you want to do, then?"
"This!" She raised herself on to one elbow, grimaced as she arranged her breasts more comfortably, then began undoing the buttons of his shirt. She carried right on down to his belt and his zipper.
"So, that's what you want to do, is it?" Rick sat up, bent and kissed her nipple, teasing it with the point of his tongue. She pulled him down on to her. Her movements became more urgent as she tugged the shirt off his back, and felt lower down for his shorts. Rick got busy, too, fumbling for Kay's short shorts. She raised her hip to let him snake them down her legs.
"Oh, yes, darling! Let's..."
"What else do you want to do, sweet?" Rick felt her hands pulling his shorts and briefs down. He kicked them off.
"I'll tell you what we should do," she clambered on to her knees by his side, half closed her eyes and grinned wickedly at him. Her breasts were gloriously elongated as they hung down, the nipples stiff, erect and enormous, vaulting out from the puffiness of her rich brown areolae.
"What should we do?"
"We should go for a swim!" And she sat back on her heels, grasped his hand and pulled him to his feet with sudden and surprising strength. Then she was off across the springy turf, heading for the trickle of water, her breasts rebounding and tossing on each side of her powerful body.
Rick hesitated for only a second, then he was off after her. He felt only slightly ridiculous, chasing naked across a bloody mountainside after a hugely well-developed young woman, with his erect manhood pointing the way like a huntsman's horn. Naked? Not quite. They both had their walking boots and thick socks on.
Kay was gaining on him. She was surprisingly fast for such a big girl. He spurted to catch her, and laughed at the idea of spurting after her. No chance of premature ejaculation these days! And he caught up, exactly as she intended, just as they reached the water's edge.
A little waterfall tumbled from the rocks and splashed randomly down into a sun-dappled pool.
"I'm going in there," Kay declared. She lowered herself carefully to her knees and bent over the grassy edge of the pool to dip her hand into the clear water. "It's warm! Feel it!"
It was, too. "Must be the sun on it. It's not that warm, Kay!"
Talk to yourself, Rick. Kay unlaced her boots and pulled off her thick fluorescent green socks. Then, pivoting on her divine bottom, she swung her feet over the edge of the pool into the water.
"Oh, it's wonderful! Come on in!" And she stood up in the water, which came up almost to her knees, looking like an incredibly endowed water nymph. "Come on!" She splashed him with the flat of her hand, then waded further into the pool. It came up almost to her bottom when she reached the middle, and she turned, the lower curves of her breasts submerged, the nipples — now incredibly long and thick — apparently floating on the crystal surface.
Off came Rick's boots and socks. By the time he reached Kay and they melted into each other's arms, he had to agree with her: it was wonderful in the water.
 
 
  They scrambled out at last, and picked up their boots and socks. Kay leaned her head on his shoulder and felt her breast crush itself against her lover's hip as they made their way back over the hot grass to their little hollow.
"This is it, isn't it?" she said.
"Yes, there's the rock we leaned against."
"Well, where are they? You rotten bugger, you're trying to scare shit out of me, hiding our clothes." She looked around in a widening circle, peering behind the tumbled rocks and scrubby bushes. "You did a thorough job, as usual. Game over, where are they?"
Rick was pale. "But I didn't hide the clothes." He looked around the hollow in a rising panic. It was the right place, no doubt about it.
"You didn't hide them?" She looked into his anxious face. "God, you didn't, did you! In that case, somebody's been and ...!" Kay spun round, her breasts whirling like the weights of a centrifugal governor. "Somebody's been and pinched them!" Someone must be watching them from behind a rock. Belatedly, she tried to cover herself with her hands. She realised it was futile. The only things she could realistically cover would be her nipples, and they were so far down as to be almost out of reach. "What are we going to do?"
"I'll go and find somebody," Rick suggested.
"What? Naked?"
He was sitting down and pulling on his socks.
"Oh, yeah, that will make a world of difference, putting your shoes and socks on."
"I'll hide behind the bushes beside the path and attract someone's attention. You stay here."
"Stay here? Stark bollock naked? In your dreams, matey boy!"
"You can't come like that!"
"We're in this together, sweetheart." She sat down and struggled into her socks, then pulled her boots on. Rick tied the laces for her. "Thanks, love."
"I think we'd better go down that way." He indicated a path leading down beside the stream Their stream. No doubt his semen and her intimate juices were now frothing down into the valley far below. The cows would drink it. "There are bushes that way, so we can hide."
 
 
  "I tell you, sergeant, we're on honeymoon. We took our clothes off..."
"You're on honeymoon, on Capstick Fell, and you took your clothes off?"
"It was a nice warm day!"
"I'm sure it was, Miss ..."
"Mrs," said Kay sourly. "Mrs Danby."
"We already told you our names," sighed Rick.
"You told us lots more than that," said the female police constable. "Why did you take your clothes off on Capstick Fell?"
"To go for a dip in a pool, I told you." Rick's patience was becoming exhausted.
"A dip?" The sergeant had never heard of such a bizarre notion.
"We were making love," said Kay quietly.
The sergeant and the constable looked at each other and blushed. The sergeant's training asserted itself. "Sexual intercourse," he translated, clearing his throat.
"No," insisted Kay. "Making love."
"They were making love, sarge. They're married. There's probably not a law against it."
"Isn't there, just? Well, there bloody well ought to be. There's certainly a law against lurking in t' bushes in a public place, accosting passers-by whilst in a state of undress."
"What else were we supposed to do? Stay out all night and freeze to death?" Rick banged his hand on the interview room table and clutched in panic at his blanket, which started to slip off his shoulder.
"You always do it with your boots on, do yer?" The sergeant leered at them. He had found a new slant on the case.
"We took them off," said Kay. "I told you. We came out of the water and looked for our clothes, we had our boots and socks with us when we went to the pool, we took them off to go in the water, we put them back on afterwards. Is that against the law?"
"Fucking in a public place is against..."
"Makin' love, sarge. They was makin' love!"
"And somebody stole our clothes," Rick reminded them.
"You'll need to make a report on that. Separately. Meanwhile, you will remain under arrest. You are not obliged to say anything at this time, but I must warn you that anything you do say..."
"Is there anyone you can phone, luv?" The police woman leaned over the table. "You can call your hotel, or a friend, or your lawyer..."
"We haven't got a lawyer," said Rick. "Do you think we make a habit of cavorting naked around the countryside...?"
"You haven't done this kind of thing before, then? We'll find out, you know." The sergeant rubbed his hands together in anticipation of finding out.
"We will make that call, if you don't mind," said Kay. "Under the circumstances, do you think we might be allowed to make two calls, just this once? We'd like to get some clothes from the hotel."
"You think we're made of money, Miss?"
"We'll pay for the call." Rick reached for where his pocket might normally have been.
"Please!" said Kay. "It's turning cold, and we need our clothes. I'm pregnant, you know!"
"Already?" The sergeant glowered at her. "Bloody sure of yourselves, aren't you?"
"I'm nearly three months. Call my doctor if you don't believe me."
"Another phone call? How many more do you want?"
"Which is your hotel?" The police woman stood up. "I'll fetch you some clothes."
"The Swan, Uddersdale. Room twelve. Mr and Mrs Danby. Thanks!" Kay touched the woman's hand and a spot of colour appeared in the police woman’s cheeks.
The police woman pulled her cap on, and her authority with it. "Shan't be long, sarge," she trilled cheerfully as she went out. They heard an engine start up outside.
"Right. You'll be wanting to make that call now." The sergeant stood up and straightened his tie. "Can I get you a cup of tea?"
 
 
  "Tea anyone?" Mrs Danby looked round the glazed faces. It was dark outside. They sat around amid the debris of their second batch of sandwiches from the pub.
Donna and Jacqui were helping Charlotte feed the twins for the third time. Or was it the fourth?
Maggie was scribbling notes on the margin of the tatty layout sheets.
Lynda was asleep on the floor. Geoff stirred her with his foot each time she started snoring again.
"Poor love, bless her," said Mrs Danby. "They don't get enough sleep at nights, kids these days!"
Donna felt herself going red.
Over by the door, Maxwell and Lucy had fashioned themselves a little love nest from a pile of apparently discarded bra components. Lucy was on top. Casual observers would have noted that if they thought she had been aroused before, they had seen nothing. Her nipples were now approaching two inches long, and were easily as thick as a man's thumb. She was trying to persuade one of them to go into Maxwell's nostril, but it was a losing battle. She settled herself and began a gentle humping motion, using a very short, rapid stroke. Despite the shortness of Lucy's thrusting - she moved no more than an inch or two up and down - her breasts were bouncing furiously with a rhythm entirely their own. Not for the first time, conversation started up elsewhere in the workroom, to try and drown out Lucy's louder and more abandoned moans.
"They're at it again," said Geoff needlessly.
"She's tireless, isn't she?" Debbie was flushed, yet her attention to the copulating servant classes was total.
"How many times is that?"
"Five," said Debbie with conviction. She had been counting.
"Christ!"
Lucy was getting louder. "Oooh, ooh, Maxwell! Yesss!"
"Somebody put a bag over that fucking girl's head," Charlotte demanded.
"It's okay if you don't look at her face," murmured Donna, looking up from the floor and rearranging her grip on the baby. "How much longer, my leg's going to sleep?"
"She's probably had enough now, love. Yours all right, Jacqui?"
"Yes, Madame." The nanny looked exhausted.
Lucy attained a climax and subsided on to her lover's chest to whisper endearments into his mouth. Her breasts were squashed between them, and one obscene nipple was peeking out.
"Look at the size of that kid's teats! I bet they're bigger than Maxwell's willie. How old is she, anyway? I hope we're not encouraging under-age sex below stairs."
"She's twenty, Madame."
"Older than me? You cannot be serious. God, there she goes again! Maxwell, excuse me!"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Would you mind slipping out for some more sandwiches, dear heart. Take your time."
It took a while for him to wrestle Lucy into submission, but eventually he carried her outside, still climaxing. Ten minutes or so later, the Mercedes drove away up the road.
Mrs Danby tutted and clucked and picked up the bundles of still warm and sticky material from the lovers' bed. "I'd better go and dump this lot in the washing machine." She gathered it all in her arms.
"Golly, I'd almost forgotten what that stuff smelled like." Burying her face in the pile of bra parts, she sniffed deeply. "A bit like truffles, in a way," she sighed dreamily as she went out. The phone rang.
"For you, Maggie. I didn't catch the name." Donna handed Maggie the phone.
"Thanks. Hello? Sorry...? Kay!"
Maggie scratched her breast idly with her pencil, then she tucked it behind her ear.
"Where? Where's that? The Lake District? Nice hotel? Good!"
Maggie hefted her right breast with her free hand. God, it felt heavy. Time for another new bra. At least, she was in the right place.
"Yes, it was warm this afternoon here, too. Especially later, when the wind dropped. Oh, a swim in a pool? Wasn't it a bit cold?"
Maggie felt the other breast. It felt just as big as the right one.
"Naked? You saucy buggers!"
Maggie realised everyone was looking at her. She lowered her voice and let go of her breast. It drooped and jiggled massively. At least another cup size larger this time. At this rate, they'd be getting as big as that little slut of Maxwell's. Not quite so big in the nipples, but nipples that size could prove rather embarra...
"You did what? Hiding in the bushes? Both of you? Without a stitch on? Oh, boots and socks, no, I won't ask, okay."
All eyes were on Maggie, hanging on her every word. For some reason, she felt her nipples becoming erect. Thank God they weren't as big as Lucy's. She felt the wetness in her panties and squeezed her thighs together.
"The police station? And they only allow you one call? Bail? Oh, Kay, not again!"
 
 
  Kay put the phone down.
"Maggie's on her way. She didn't sound too pleased."
"I suppose not, no."
Kay rested her head on her arms and burst into tears. Her body shook with sobs. Rick came round the table and tried to comfort her.
"I'll get another cup of tea," said the sergeant uncomfortably. "Or maybe something stronger would be in order. Coffee?"
 
 
  Maggie put the phone down.
"It was Kay and Rick," she announced, just as Mrs Danby came back in.
"What about them? What's happened?"
"Nothing, they're all right. They're not hurt or anything. They've ... well, they've been arrested, that's all."
"Arrested?" Mrs Danby screamed. "Again? What have they done this time?"
"The same thing as last time, I'm afraid. Indecent exposure. I'm beginning to worry about Kay."
"Arrested! Oh, no. Oh, the shame of it."
"Oh, it's not so bad, Mrs Danby. They probably won't be on the news this time. It's quite remote up there where they are. But I've got to go and bail them out again. I don't think they'll get off quite so lightly this time, unfortunately."
"You mean jail? Oh, no!"
"I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation. At Brighton it was just high spirits and too much champagne. Kay did say all their clothes were stolen this time."
"You mean somebody came and overpowered them and took their clothes off? A gang? On a mountain? It must have been a gang. Rick's a big strong boy."
"Well, actually, no. They'd taken their clothes off. Kay said someone stole their clothes while they were skinny dipping in a mountain pool. Apparently, they were in the water — it was quite warm, she said — and they got ... well, carried away a bit ..."
"You mean like Maxwell and Lucy?" Donna asked, wide-eyed.
"Nothing like Maxwell and Lucy," snorted Mrs Danby. "Not my Ricky."
"No, I don't think so," asserted Charlotte. "If your Ricky was anything like Maxwell, by the time she had him in a mountain pool, the poor girl would never even be able to find the bloody thing!"
Not for the first time, Mrs Danby thought how dreadfully coarse young Charlotte was.
"Anyway, the only charge is indecent exposure," said Maggie. "The police aren't charging them with having intercourse in a public place..."
"...to whit, a mountain pool," insisted Charlotte.
"...because nobody saw them."
"They'd never get it to stand up in court!"
"Charlotte, please. There are young girls present!"
"Lynnie's the only under-age one, and she's asleep. Anyway, by the look of her, she goes like a train."
"Right." Maggie gathered up her bits and pieces. "I'll go and bail out these lovebirds. I suppose nobody wants to come up to the Lake District for a ride? No, never mind, I thought not." She looked at Geoff, who dropped his eyes. Maggie came closer to him and spoke softly to Debbie. "Debs. I'm really sorry about ... about earlier. I've been going through a rough time, lately. I'm sorry. Friends?"
"Friends!"
She touched Debbie's hand. "Take good care of him, won't you!"
 
 
  end Chapter 10