Party Time/Party Time.iso/pt/story/jtl2.txt

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                             JACK THE LAD

                               Part Two


The morning had started off with quite a bang.  I  felt  as  if I
could still hear Kate panting softly beside me.  She had gone out
riding with her mother soon after the incredible event had  taken
place.  The main house was empty save for Mary, who was  bustling
around somewhere.   I  couldn't  stop  thinking  about  what  had
happened, and consequently had been walking about the place  with
a semi hard-on for the past few  hours.   I  tried  to  rearrange
myself but only succeeded  in  exacerbating  the  situation.   It
would soon be lunch  time  and  the  Mistress  would  be  back: I
couldn't go into the house looking like this.  I got  stuck  into
work, trying to take my mind off things.

Kate and her Mother cantered into the courtyard some time  later,
laughing and hailing one another over the  sound  of  the  horses
hooves on the cobbles.

"Oh, yes Mummy, he was magnificent..."

My heart jumped into my mouth.  As if by magic  the  lump  in  my
jodhpurs disappeared.  Don't tell me she'd told her mother  about
it.  These snooty bitches, one minute you reckon  they're  human,
and the other, well I don't know.

"Oh yes, quite the most magnificent  point-to-pointer  I've  seen
for some time"

Well, at least they were talking about horses and  not  me.   The
relief was welcome.  I didn't fancy having to find  another  job,
especially now that things were  beginning  to  look  interesting
here.  I rushed out to steady the  horses,  taking  them  by  the
reins and trying not to look at Kate too much, trying not to look
too guilty as well of course.

"Well, aren't you going  to  help  me  down  Jack ? "  Kate  said
nonchalantly.

"Certainly miss." I replied, extending my arms  to  her,  guiding
her down.  When her feet were firmly planted on  the  ground  she
stole me a quick, knowing glance.

Her mother leapt down from her mare and made off in the direction
of the house.

"Oh, do come on Kate, I'm starved."

"Yes Mummy...coming, " she gave me a quick  wink  which  made  me
blush.

The two walked off arm in arm to the main entrance.   I  led  the
horses into the stable and removed their saddles.

Lunch  was  excellent  as  usual.   The  afternoon   was   fairly
uneventful and dinner was good.  At about eight I decided to have
a bath.  Mary was in her  room  opposite,  humming  away  as  she
always did.  I lay in the bath, thinking about the wonders of the
female body, when there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it ?"

"It's only me Jack," it was Mary "can I come in ?"

"Look, I'm in the bath Mary" I said, trying to be modest.

"I know Jack." she opened the door to find  me  lounging  in  the
bath, my dong floating around like a log in a river.

"I hear you and Miss Kate had a bit of  a  sweaty  start  to  the
day."

"And how did you know ?" I asked, getting a little turned  on  by
both her inquisitiveness and her boldness.

"Didn't you know Jack, we tell each other everything."

The idea of two girls sharing their innermost secrets appealed to
me.  So I suppose Mary was thinking on the  same  lines  as  Kate
now.  I had been so busy working  it  all  out  that  I  did  not
realise she had closed the door and was standing next to the bath
looking down at me.  I matched her boldness and let her watch  as
my penis hardened blatantly.

"Would you like it if I scrubbed your back ?" she asked

"Well, Mary, seeing as you seem to have invited yourself in  here
I don't see why not."

She took hold  of  the  scrubber  and  leaned  forward  slightly,
reaching for the soap next to me.  Her long  hair  fell  over  my
face momentarily.  She smelt fresh, lemony.  Her  hair  soft  and
light.  She rolled up the sleeves of  her  blouse  and  began  to
scrub.  She was quite strong and worked up a  good  lather.   The
brush roamed around my back purposefully.  When she had  finished
she pushed me down into the water to rinse the soap off.

"Now how about I dry you off ?"

I decided to go with the flow.  I mean it  was  a  bit  late  for
modesty.  I pulled myself out of the bath and stood  before  her,
my penis waggling  about.   She  looked  down  at  it,  her  eyes
lingering a while.  She rubbed my cheast with the towel, circling
downwards to the place that most needed attention.

Her hands strayed from their task and enclosed the throbbing cock
before her.  She cupped my testicles, lifting them as if to weigh
them.  She grasped my penis pulling down on  it  mercilessly,  as
she did so the foreskin peeled back, the head expanding now  free
from its flimsy restraint.

I sucked in breath unexpectedly

She gently circled the exposed glans with her thumb, my  buttocks
clenching as electric charges flowed from the sensitive tip to my
groin.  She continued to manipulate my cock forcefully.   I  felt
as if it would explode, it was so tight with the foreskin trapped
beneath the ridge of the head.

She was silent, concentrating on giving me pleasure.   I  reached
forward to undo the buttons on her blouse, watching, wanting, the
white bra to come into view.  Her hand was relentless, causing me
to stop occasionally as my  body  convulsed  with  the  pain  and
pleasure of having my foreskin stretched back so far.

I soon became impatient, leaping out of the bath.   I  wanted  to
bury my face in those incredible tits.  I had dreamed about them,
fantasised about them and  the  time  was  coming  that  I  would
actually have them.  I  got  the  blouse  undone  to  encounter a
mountainous pair, encased in a heavy duty bra.  It undid  at  the
back, so I reached around her and unclasped it.

Mary stepped back a little to remove her blouse - I was one  step
closer to realising the fantasy - she reached for the straps  and
slid the bra off.  I looked on woundrously.  Mary's  melons  were
truly magnificent.  They were large, yes,  but  not  ridiculously
so, about a 42 DD.  Each mound of soft flesh tipped with a  large
pinky-brown aureole.  Her nipples stood out  pertly.   I  twirled
one between my forefinger and thumb.  She  winced  slightly  as I
nipped.  She  smiled  at  me,  taking  hold  of  each  bosom  and
kneading, rubbing, lifting one, taking the nipple in  her  mouth.
She sighed, looking at me intently, lewdly, lustily

I couldn't stand it any longer.

I had to.

I reached into the cabinet and pulled out the baby oil I knew she
kept in there.  She understood what it was that I wanted  as  she
sat down on the edge of the bath, the steam swirling around  her,
beads of sweat forming on her forehead.  She raised her arms, her
breasts defying gravity, lifting upwards, firm, ready; inviting.

I rubbed baby oil all over those firm,  ripe  melons,  squeezing,
kneading.  I poured a generous amount between them, watching  the
individual droplets  trickle  down  her  cleavage.   Placing  the
bottle on the floor  I  moved  in  closer  to  her  cheast.   She
obligingly pressed her breasts together.  All I  could  think  of
now was titty fuck, titty fuck.

I watched, mesmerised, as I let her enclose my penis  within  her
heavy bosoms.  They were warm and slippery.   I  pushed  my  hips
forwards, the foreskin still jammed under the  ridge.   the  baby
oil eased the friction.  She watched as I began to fuck her tits.

They swayed as I slithered length after length of meat in between
them.  The sensation was exquisite.  She leant back a little  and
I rested my balls  on  her  cheast,  grinding  them  against  her
stomach muscles as I bent my  knees  further  to  lunge  upwards,
balls covered in baby oil, prick gliding up  and  down  over  her
milky white skin.  I felt as if  my  penis  had  grown  at  least
another inch; it was tighter than ever.   My  testicles  rose  in
their sac.  I pounded her relentlessly, sensing the deluge  about
to begin.

The thrusts became short  and  jerky;  she  squeezed  with  every
stroke.  I had to stop,  but  she  just  kept  sliding  her  oily
breasts along my cock, rubbing her erect nipples over the exposed
glans.

It was just too much, my cock began to jump and pump  spunk  onto
her breasts; some of it hit her chin as wopper bobbed up and down
energetically.  A globule of come dripped from her  left  nipple.
She took hold  of  my  cock  as  the  paroxysms  continued.   Her
vice-like grip strangling it from the bloated head to  the  base.
The spurts became dribbles as I coasted down, her grip  loosening
as he ran out of steam.  She let me go and I looked  down  at  my
poor battered knob, red and sore.  It was still fairly hard,  the
blood swirling around in there.

As she rubbed the come into her breasts  I  got  horny  all  over
again.

Mary dashed across  the  hall  to  her  room.   I  followed  her,
covering myself with the towel for some silly reason.

Mary was lying on the bed.  I looked down on her wide  hips,  the
way her heavy breasts lay to one side, her hair spread out on the
pink blankets.  I helped her with her skirt,  wriggling  it  down
over her legs.   She  raised  her  knees,  her  panties  pressing
against her mound, outlining the curved lips beneath.  She pulled
them up to her knees, exposing a hairy fanny.  Her bush was thick
and dark, running down to her anus.  She  lay  there,  prostrate,
her panties bunched up around her knees.   I  delved  my  fingers
into the bush, searching for her opening.  Two fingers slid  into
her hot interior.  It was like a tropical  rainforest  in  there:
hot and sticky, steamy and I couldn't wait to explore further.

I knelt in front of her, drawing her buttocks onto my thighs  and
eased my penis into her vagina.  It glided past  the  outer  lips
into the gooey cavern.   It  was  met  with  surprisingly  little
resistance.   I  was  right  about  her  voluminous  pussy  being
enormous.  My testicles nestled between her  thighs,  resting  on
her buttocks as I felt that there still seemed to  be  more  room
for more than just my eight inches or so in  there.   I  pushed a
little harder, trying to stuff more in, but I was in as far as my
rod would go.  I wiggled it  about  a  bit,  luxuriating  in  the
tropical heat.  She waggled her hips, getting impatient  for  the
humping she wanted.

I withdrew, her moist red labia gripping my engulfed  penis  just
enough to pull them upwards a little.They contrasted starkly with
the dark, wiry surroundings.  Her pubic hairs tickled my  already
hypersensitive penis as I lunged back into Montego Bay.

Mary lay there, motionless as I heaved and  pushed.   I  thrusted
more forcefully; her  breasts  shuddering,  jiggling  with  every
movement.She began to grunt a little as I kept this pistoning up.
I pushed her knees back further so they were beside her head,  in
doing so I slipped out.  I decided to pull her further  down  the
bed, the sheets and blanket sticking  to  her  back.   Her  vulva
parted slightly, lips coated with juices.  I  leant  forward  and
tongued her frantically for a minute or so, getting deep into her
pussy,  flicking  her  clitoris.   She  continued  a   rhythmical
grunting sound.

Impatiently, I tried to mount her again, only  managing  to  slip
past her fanny, over her pubic mound.  I tried  again  with  more
success, dissappearing into her endless cunt with a juicy  smack,
falling ontop of her, pinning her to the bed; humping madly  as I
gave her everything I could.Raising and lowering my  buttocks  in
an attempt to make her come.  She spread  my  buttocks  with  her
powerful hands and pulled me into her.  She must have reached  up
and removed her panties as she had squashed me  with  her  strong
thighs.  She rode me, squeezing, pressing, pushing, bucking;  her
breasts slapping against my face as I tried to suck her  nipples.
I was being rolled around, chucked up and down with  unbelievable
force.

I felt  her  squirm  beneath  me.   I  thrust  into  her  slowly,
withdrawing almost to the tip then running  the  whole  delicious
length in and out of her clinging, squelchy vagina, taunting her.
As I slowly slithered out of  her  she  squeaked  and  shrieked -
something about faster, faster.

I responded , going at it like a bull, a juggernaut express -  no
limits - reach for the  sky -  up  and  down,  round  and  round,
rollercoaster ride of love, breasts, slapping,  swaying  side  to
side,  hips  grinding,  rising:  slurping,   grinding,   fucking,
buttocks clenching, pussy lips parting...

...Orgasm starting.

Mary's buttocks rose off the bed, she shuddered, her  whole  body
stiffening, I was having trouble hanging  on  here  as  her  hips
pushed up against mine.  I wasn't ready yet, but she  was  coming
like a steam train, whimpering whinnying  and  straining,  liquid
trickling down her buttocks onto the blanket, my cock feeling the
muscles in her vagina contracting.   Her  eyes  shut  tight,  her
cheast, throat and face red with excitement,  legs  shaking.   It
was one of those long, drawn out  orgasms  that  only  come  once
every so often.  I pulled out of her, opened her vagina  up  with
my fingers and rubbed the head of my penis  along  her  clitoris,
watching her face screw up.  I stuck it in her again and  started
up long, regular strokes, feeling her coming again and again.

It must have been a while since she last had a good fuck.

I suppose it lasted about another minute, before she  went  limp.
I held onto her raised legs, supporting them at the knee.  I  lay
them on the bed,  kneeling  over  her,  my  cock  throbbing  with
anticipation.  She was all fucked out.  Her eyes were still shut.
I began to rub my cock, then grasped  it  with  determination.  I
was so, so close - Mary opened her eyes and leant forward to take
me in her mouth, her lips closing round the head , tongue running
up and down the expectant glans.

Mary got a couple more inches in....  and a little more.  She was
trying to get the whole length down her throat, sucking, chewing,
her lips almost reaching the base.  I grasped  her  shoulders  as
her efforts grew in intensity.  The tension growing  deep  in  my
loins, the sperm beginning  to  rise.   She  was  beavering  away
alright, and it was not too long before her efforts were rewarded
handsomely as the orgasm commenced.   She  swallowed  the  creamy
semen as soon as it gushed down  her  throat,  revelling  in  the
liquid that was me.

I rested on her shoulders, her sucking ebbed.  I stood there  for
a while looking on as she licked me like a lollipop, watching  it
dwindle, shrivle after such an experience.  She kissed  my  penis
and let him drop between my legs for a well earned rest.

We stayed in the same position for a few moments before I flopped
on the bed beside her, lying on my back, feet  on  the  floor.  I
look sideways at Mary who looked content, her breasts rising  and
falling with each heavy breath.  We said nothing, just lay there,
reflecting on the  last  few  frantic  minutes.   I  reached  out
tentatively and took hold of her sweaty palm, applying  a  little
pressure which she immediately reciprocated.