Stable Boy Ch. 05

"Priceless, simply priceless," Mrs Johnson laughed, getting up off her sun lounger and making her way across the lawn towards them. "However I think it's time I smacked a bottie. Ladies first."

She led them across the back of the lawn to where a large beech tree grew. There was a tree house built maybe fifteen feet up off the ground but, more relevantly, a block and tackle hung down beside it.

"So good of George to put this in when he had the tree house built," Mrs Johnson said. "'Just the thing to amuse the girls', he said although I'm not sure we're quite the girls he had in mind."

She had Miss Worthing and Jim hold their arms above their heads and she refastened the various wrist cuffs so that Jim was freed and Miss Worthing hung from the rope. She undid the hobbles and chest strap, releasing Jim, before adjusting the rope so that Miss Worthing was fully stretched. Then she fetched a telescopic spreader from the holdall and, once it was fitted to her ankles, adjusted it so that her feet were maybe a metre apart.

"There we go. Just one thing left to do. We don't want anyone getting sunburnt on a lovely day like today. Puppy, there's some sunscreen in the bag. Fetch it here. Yes, that's the one... No, I don't want it, you're going to do it."

Jim stood behind Miss Worthing and started with her shoulders, that was easy, and safe enough, but as he started on her arms he had to move in close to reach up high enough and he was acutely aware of his erection rubbing against Miss Worthing's buttocks. Mrs Johnson seemed to pick up on this, pointing out bit's he'd 'missed', forcing him to reach higher and higher, pressing himself more and more against her. Then, unable to put it off any further, he had to do her front, and, more relevantly, her breasts. Jim was torn in two; he desperately wanted to avoid embarrassing Miss Worthing as far as possible which implied a matter of fact approach. On the other hand, here was a rare chance to worship, to show with his hands how much he revered her body. In the end the decision made itself. He simply couldn't touch her breasts without worshipping and, as he softly, sensuously massaged the cream into her flesh, he was rewarded by the swelling of her nipples. Whether she liked it or not Miss Worthing was being turned on by his ministrations.

A brisk word from Mrs Johnson told him that he'd spent enough time on her breasts and it was time to get on with the rest of her body. Opting to leave the best to last he dropped to his knees and massaged the cream into her calves, her knees, her thighs, her...

"That's right, puppy, don't forget all the nooks and crannies." Mrs Johnson urged as Jim eased the cream between her upper thighs and through the neatly trimmed hair on her pubic mound. Was he imagining it or was Miss Worthing actively pushing back. Jim moved his hands to either side, massaging her hips, his thumbs stretching the skin of her lower belly, easing her lips apart.

"Is that what you want, puppy, to worship your Mistress?" Mrs Johnson asked. Jim just looked at her, imploring with his eyes. "Oh, well, if you must."

Mrs Johnson unfastened the bone gag and Jim leant forward and kissed the top of Miss Worthing's labia. Keeping in mind all he had learnt the other day he gently pushed out his tongue and, with the greatest delicacy searched between the hidden folds. To his slight surprise the taste of Miss Worthing's arousal was already strong and her clitoris swollen and protruding. He slid his hands around to her buttocks and pulled her towards him as he settled his tongue into a regular flick, flick, flick across the centre of her pleasure. Even through the muffling of the bit he could hear Miss Worthing respond, her breathing was shallow and rapid and she made little gasps, almost mewing like a cat. Jim could feel waves of tension flow through her and, as far as he was able, he matched the intensity with growing pressure from his tongue. He could feel that she was getting close, getting near, that she was almost there, almost...

"And that's quite enough for now." With a tug on his leash Mrs Johnson pulled Jim back leaving them both high and dry. "I was going to use the crop but judging by how excited you've both become I think it's time the two of you really got it together."

Jim was sent for a bench from beside the picnic table and, under Mrs Johnson's instructions, the two of them carefully placed it between Miss Worthing's outstretched legs. Then Mrs Johnson had Jim lie down on the bench where she used restraints from the holdall to fasten him in place. Jim could guess where this was going and, when she placed a condom over his penis, there was no doubt at all. She unfastened the rope and, holding it with one hand, took Jim's penis in the other and lowered away. At first Miss Worthing resisted but an admonishment from Mrs Johnson made her change her mind and Jim felt the tip of his penis pushing against flesh. Rubbing it back and forth Mrs Johnson manoeuvred the tip between Miss Worthing's labia until, with one smooth movement, he was inside. Mrs Johnson then tied off the rope, adjusting it so that, at full stretch, Miss Worthing was just resting on Jim's groin.

"Now then, puppy." Mrs Johnson said. "Let's see just how good you are. Let's see if you really do have enough self-control to satisfy a real woman. I strongly suggest you treat this as an occasion when the lady definitely comes first, it will go hard on you if you don't."

Jim, like most young men, had long fantasised about losing his virginity but he had never imagined it would be like this, chained to a bench as his goddess, similarly constrained, was lowered onto him. But Jim was hardly listening; his whole world was centred around the amazing sensations coming from his groin, the way that Miss Worthing's flesh encased him, held him, gripped him; this was so much better then anything he could have imagined. With her arms fastened above her head she seemed to tower over him, her magnificent breasts jutting out firm and proud, her whole body still slick from the sunscreen. This was heaven indeed!

Mrs Johnson went back to the hold all and returned with a many tailed flogger. Gently, almost casually, she laid into Miss Worthing with alternate strokes to her breasts and back. Jim could tell that the strokes stung rather than hurt but they were hard enough to make her squirm which, in turn, made her rock back and forth on his penis. Jim lay, transfixed, watching as Miss Worthing's passions rose. She and Mrs Johnson had found a rhythm, slow and steady and although her breasts were red from the flogger, the faraway look in her eyes, the erect state of her nipples, and, above all, the flexing of her pubic muscles, all spoke of her intense arousal. With each stroke to her back Miss Worthing would rock forward and, each time, she would pull on the ropes holding her wrists, lifting herself an inch or so upwards. When the counter stroke came to her breasts she would slam down, impaling herself, pushing Jim's penis deep, deep inside her. Jim struggled to control himself, struggled not to come but her was losing the race, he could feel the sperm boiling in his testes, he couldn't stop, he had to...

Suddenly Miss Worthing's whole body seemed to spasm as, totally ignoring their previous rhythm she once, twice, three times jerked forward only to ram herself back again and as her vaginal muscles clamped hard around him Jim lost all control and pushed back feeling the sperm erupt from inside him. For a beat or so they were a frozen tableau until Mrs Johnson released the rope holding Miss Worthing's wrists causing her to collapse forward onto Jim.

"Oh, we're having so much fun," Mrs Johnson exclaimed once they had got their breath back. She bustled round releasing Miss Worthing's ankles from the spreader, and untying Jim from the bench. "Now then, you've had your pleasure, it's time I had mine. Puppy, go and get me another lemonade and lime; Celia, you're going to say thank you."

Jim went into the kitchen to sort out another drink. Remembering that they had been taken to task for forgetting the lime he looked around until he found some in the fruit bowl and this, along with the time taken to cut a slice, meant that he was delayed. By the time he returned Mrs Johnson was full length on the sun lounger with her dress up around her waist and Miss Worthing's head, now minus its bridle, deep between her thighs.

Jim tried to hand the drink to Mrs Johnson but she just waved him away, she was far too involved with what was going on between her thighs to be bothered with something as mundane as a soft drink. Jim just watched as her hands gripped the armrests of the sun lounger, her head went back, and, with little gasps of 'Oh yes, yes, like that', 'God but you're good at this' and 'Jeeeesus' she revelled in her pleasure. The cries grew with the increasing tension and wasn't long before Mrs Johnson climaxed, her shout of joy ringing around the garden. Miss Worthing didn't stop but stayed with the writhing body of her friend pushing her higher, further. She barely had time to recover from one orgasm before the next was upon her. Twice more Mrs Johnson climaxed, twice more she lost control, surrendering to the waves of ecstasy that washed through her until, with a gasped 'enough, enough, I can't take any more' Mrs Johnson reached down and pulled Miss Worthing onto the lounger with her and the two women locked in a long, passionate embrace.

Jim could only look on and wonder. Mrs Johnson had called him 'good' and 'a natural' but he could see that, compared to Miss Worthing he was a complete beginner. Indeed, apart from someone to get the drinks he was totally superfluous to requirements. Eventually the two women broke apart and just lay there, slightly squashed on the narrow confines of the lounger. Mrs Johnson looked up and noticed Jim standing there.

"Thank you," she said taking the glass from him. She took a long drink before handing the rest to Miss Worthing.

"God, you're good at that," Mrs Johnson said turning back to Miss Worthing. "You really are the best ever."

"Thank you, Mistress," Miss Worthing replied with mock formality. "Does that let me off my beating?"

"I guess it does, for the moment anyway. I'm far too relaxed to do anything other than just lie here. Maybe next time."

"Maybe next time I'll be in charge," Miss Worthing laughed.

"Mmm, I'll look forward to it. Now, what about some lunch? Puppy, you'll find everything in the fridge, off you go. Celia, would you like a shower first? I've left a spare towel and track suit on my bed for you. You know where everything is."

Whilst Jim went to the kitchen to sort out lunch Miss Worthing went upstairs to shower. Mrs Johnson had arranged for everything to be ready. There were sandwiches, cold meats, prawns, tubs of coleslaw and potato salad and it wasn't hard to find plates and cutlery. He was just putting the finishing touches to the table when Miss Worthing re-appeared, her hair wet from the shower, wearing a pink tracksuit and holding the tail in her hand. She slumped down on a second sun lounger. What was noticeable was that, although Miss Worthing had come out of role and was now dressed the same courtesies had not been extended to Jim; he was still naked except for his collar and it was evident that he was expected to serve the lunch, not eat it.

"I ought to be getting back." Miss Worthing said at last, wiping her lips on a serviette. "The day's getting on and the girls will be arriving soon."

"Of course. Puppy, put this lot in the dishwasher whilst whilst we tidy up out here," Mrs Johnson ordered and, ten minutes later, everything was ready and they headed for the car. Jim was, once again, bundled up in the back whilst Miss Worthing took the passenger seat. A short drive later and they were back at New Farm. As soon as the tailgate of the X5 was opened Jim scuttled to the stables, anxious to hide his nudity. When he got to the tack room there was a fair degree of chaos. His clothes, her clothes and various bits of ponygirl tack lay around and, not quite sure what would be required of him next he started to tidy up. Moments later Miss Worthing appeared at the door.

"Are these my clothes?" she said, indicating the tidy pile Jim had made. "Thank you."

There was a pause, a gap that needed to be filled. They just stood, looking at each other. Eventually Miss Worthing spoke. "What happened today... Don't start getting ideas... It doesn't change anything, is that understood?"

"Of course, Miss Worthing. I'd never dream of..." Jim tailed off. He wasn't quite sure what he never dreamed of, nor whether he wanted to confess as much in front of her.

"Good, good," Miss Worthing seemed pensive, as if there were something more she wanted to say.

"Come along, let's get that restraint back on your prick and get you dressed," she continued at last. "Time's getting on and you've plenty to do before the girls arrive."

Suddenly it was as if the morning had never happened and the icy cool Miss Worthing had returned. Without a flicker of emotion she fastened the cage around his penis and, whilst Jim got dressed she stayed to discuss some details about the stables, about a delivery of feed expected tomorrow; the old order had re-asserted itself.