At this point, I notice that the incredible dancing python has disappeared, which means he is getting a stiffy! He is actually getting turned on. Hardly surprising…. I know I was. By now, I had a steady rhythm going on, and Mr. Wobbly, the one-eyed banana, seemed very happy about it.
He spends a minute or two, with his right hand thrust between her outstretched legs, just rubbing his upturned palm back and forward across her mound, then down underneath, over and between her wet slippery lips. At one point, he is flicking his thumb back and forward under her, and I wonder if he is trying to ignite her clitoris. I don’t think he need worry about that. From the noises she was making, I would say that it was well on fire already! She is really moaning, and her legs are twitching. Lifting her head up further from the table, she asks if he would do her shoulders, one last time.
He gets to his feet but turns toward me…. I freeze, thinking he must have heard my heavy breathing or something worse, but no….maybe he is just jump-starting the circulation again in his legs. It does, however, give me the opportunity to notice he now has a massive hard-on. It was not exactly tight up against his belly, that would take his entire blood supply!
But it was bobbing around at about 90 degrees in front of him. How will he hide that fucking thing from her?
He turns back toward her and stands again between her legs, none the wiser that just a feet away, a ‘football referee’ is furiously knocking one out, He deals with the elephant in the room, by laying it on her lower back, as he reaches up to manipulate her shoulders once again.
Emma, now a little wiser, must feel the weight of it but doesn’t say a thing. She does, however, tell him that since she has been laying on the towel, her front is now dry, and would he mind re-oiling it? She gets up onto her elbows, as he dips into his magic jar AGAIN!!
Stretching his arms around her, his hands go under her armpits, and he glides across and around her upper chest. Then bringing them down a little further, he stops completely still for a second. Just……. holding those fabulous tits in his palms, letting their weight sit heavily in his hands. Her breathing stops for a beat as if she is anticipating what might come next.
His fingers find her nipples and he begins twisting and tugging them again slowly, stretching them out. Not a bad day’s work, I was thinking. I would give my gold whistle for a go at that.
Suddenly, she twitches, and her right foot jolts back. He may have hit a nerve, but I doubt it very fucking much.
He takes a half step back from her.
“Sorry Doc,” she says, a little breathlessly, “just got a cramp, keep going please.”
Jasper steps back up behind her, but the angle of his huge cock is now different and the bulbous red head, kisses her straight on the arse hole. As he moves back into position, about 4 inches of it, goes straight inside her.
“Ohhhh fuck Jasper,” she shouts. “You’re in my arse!”
“I’m so sorry Emma,” he blurts, as he begins to move backward, to withdraw from her.
“Noooooooh, don’t pull out. I’ve never had one that big. I want to see if I can take all of it. I’m feeling so horny! I want all of your cock up my arse.” He begins to move forward again, pushing slowly into her.
“Ohhh…. my…. God!” she lets out a long moan, and reaching behind her, grabs him by his hips. Before he can react, she pulls him tight against her. Inch by fucking inch, his whole obscene length slowly disappears inside her. As her body adjusts, she lets out a long guttural sound, like a feral animal.
He gives up all pretense now of being ‘Good Doctor Lube,’ and decides to join the party. Reaching around her, he grabs those massive tits again and squeezing them tightly, rides her like she’s Red Rum on the final furlong in the Grand National.
He is pounding in and out of her, like a machine. She is groaning like a groany thing. Their breathing is getting heavier. Both of them are now glistening with sweat and oil under the yellow light. I can see a puddle of Emma juice, on the floor between their feet. I can smell her scent from here and I can tell you, it smelled better than those fucking plastic poppies.
Suddenly, she shouts, “fuck! I’m cumming Jasper!” She begins squirting everywhere. They are both slipping around in it.
“Oh, me too Emma, Aghhhhh…fuck.” He groans as he empties his jar at last (so to speak) deep inside her.
I am also panting a fair bit, as my train approaches its station, and for some bizarre reason, I hear myself whisper “Em, Em, Em,” as I shoot rope after rope of my own brand of hot product, all over her fluffy white jumper.
It’s as if time suddenly stands perfectly still…. with the three of us, together in this surreal scene, just now trying to quietly calm our breathing and possibly wondering, what the fuck has just happened.
I had nothing to clean myself up with, so had no choice but to just stuff my dick back into my shorts and slip out the door at the back of the storage room, leaving them to pull themselves together.
I never did get onto the pitch that afternoon, and I also missed the warm-up…. obviously.
So, I spent the entire game sitting on a cold steel bench in a pair of damp shorts. Luckily, they were black! I could, however, when the howling wind was just right, make out Emma’s voice drifting around the Equestrian ring next door, as she commentated, from her cozy warm booth.
I did wonder whether she ever thought about how her fluffy white jumper got so sticky!
The End