Jack And Jill Pt 01

The sunlight gleamed on her hair as he saw her across the lush field of green grass. He'd never seen anyone that beautiful before. 'I thought I knew everyone in the village,' he thought to himself. She was shepherding a flock of goats and the wind playfully flipped her hair and her dress showing off her pale perfect neck and legs. His vision clouded and his trousers got stiff.

Before he realized what he was doing he was running full sprint down the slope of the grass. Tumbling literally head over heels for this strange maiden. A stitch formed in his side as he approached her from behind. Unable to call out or slow down he ran smack into her back and the both began tumbling down the hillside, a tangle of arms, legs, dress, and staff.

Goats scattered left and right and he heard her scream, a high pitched warble that hardly carried in these high hills. They came to rest together in a cool valley, and as he shook his head to try and right himself he felt a sharp crack on the top of his head! He saw stars and his vision doubled. 'I'll not be your catch today, young hoodlum!' Another crack!

'Wait,' he cried throwing his arms over his head and squeezing his eyes shut as he waited for the next blow.

"Why I should stop, you little knave. Look at what you've done!" His eyes slowly focused and he saw that her beautiful dress was now covered in grass stains, the bustier ripped and barely containing her generous, heaving busom. The skirt was likewise torn all the way up past the knee. His eye grew into dinner plates.

The blood rushed back into his cheeks and his trousers. He quickly averted his eyes and stammered, 'I, I, I, I'm sorry madam, I, I, I don't know what came over me, I saw you from the top of the hill and just had to come meet you!'

The woman traced his gaze and looked down. Noticing the extent of the damage for the first time, she blushed, too. As she moved to cover her breasts, the bustier gave way and her pearly breasts tumbled into the open air, the nipples already aroused from the fall and the wind caressing them. His eyes almost popped out of his head and he became fully erect. He knew he should look away, but this was the very first time he had seen a woman's chest and his mouth hung agape.

'You should be ashamed of yourself, little scallywag!' The woman dropped her staff as she did her best to keep her chest covered. But the more she fought to stay decent, the worse the tears in her dress became. As she turned her back on the young man, she trod on the hem of her dress, tripped, and fell. The split now ran all the way from her thigh up to the middle of her back.

The lad was up in a flash, he wanted to make sure she hadn't hurt herself. She screamed again as she felt his hand grab her shoulder! As he turned her over, to help her to her feet she cried, "Don't even think about it, perverted arse!" She kicked her free leg out and suddenly he was laying on top of her. "Why don't you leave me alone, brute?" She hit his stomach, knocking all the wind out. He couldn't say anything if he tried. He did try though, but all that came out sounded like grunts and gasps of passion.

As she struggled to roll over, her bucking hips and splayed legs somehow worked his trousers down past his hips, she was on top of him now, but neither could go anywhere. Her dress was wrapped around his legs, somehow, keeping them in place and holding her on top of his rigid member. Her weight on top of him meant that he still hadn't recovered his breath as she pounded his face and chest with her fists.

"Let me go, please!" she sobbed, "You haven't done anything wrong yet, not really. Just let me go and I won't tell anyone what happened!" Suddenly, whether she had shifted her hips or he his, he was inside of her. "Noooo!" she protested, but the blows fell less sharply, more performance than substance.

He finally managed to snatch some air, but all that would come out now were breathy moans, grunts, and gasps of pleasure. His words had left him. He had never known pleasure like this before. The first time he was with a woman and it was a complete accident! Slowly it began to occur to the lad that nobody in the village would believe his story. "I tripped and she fell, as she fell her dress tore and she pulled down my trousers. She landed on my dick and we accidently had sex." Ridiculous, no one would buy it.

The woman wasn't punching anymore, she just swayed her hips with a far off look in her eyes. Her protestations had become heavy breaths and muted gasps. He pulled her close and kissed her. While he embraced her he made up his mind. If he was losing his virginity, then he was going all the way. He quickly rolled both of them over, untangling his legs and freeing her, as he wound up on top of her.

He broke away from her kissand they looked deeply into each other's eyes. She seemed to smile but he wasn't sure. His hands creeped round her throat. Could he really do this to someone so lovely? To his first real partner? She had already made implicit threats, what if she knew someone powerful in town? What if she told everyone and they drove him away? His hips thrust on their own. She seemed to rise to meet him more and more eagerly.

No, he couldn't risk it. No one even knew he was here today and they would never suspect him. Their breaths became more ragged, the sweat and excitement from their entwined legs made a muddy patch in the grass. He felt a pressure building inside him. Her insides began to squeeze his penis over and over. She was practically screaming again. If he knew what an orgasm was then he would have realized what was happening to her.

Slooff, slooff, slooff the sound of their frenzied love making filled the air around them. He felt as if he was filled with a strength he had never known before. His hands tightened around her throat... her eyes bulged as her wind caught. The only sounds now his unrepentant moans and the slpud, splud, splud of his animalistic rutting. She tried to bring her hands up to defend herself once again, but they were pinned under his elbows... plurt, plurt, plurt...

Her heels tore furrows in the turf, her eyes began rolling back into her skull, all the while the pressure built in his dick, he would empty himself into her soon. Her nails scraped at his arms, ineffectual and distant in his mind. He began to laugh and cry at the same time. He was damned, he would forever be damned for this. Whether or not anyone found out he would would lose his soul.

Her body goes limp and her head lolls. His tears fall onto her face as her lifeless eyes stare at the sun. She convulses one final time and it pushes him over the edge. Great waves of semen pour from his dick into her useless womb. A tormented scream tears from his throat and he feels something snap under his fingers. Now he is the one convulsing, his thrusts sporadic. Spooge flows down her leg and impotently into the ground.

Now his breath catches in his throat, and his eyes suddenly bulge! He feels invisible hands round his neck!

The last drops of semen in him are sucked out. His balls empty themselves and the lewd fluids in the dirt seem to flow upwards back inside her. The air feels cold. She sits up, enormously powerful. Her neck snaps back into place. As she giggles he sees the light glint off her fangs and horns sprouting from between her beautiful blond locks.

A tail snakes between her legs as she flicks him away, a cold shriveled husk that is somehow still alive only because she wants to torment him one last time. "It's lucky that you came, little boy, you might've killed me for good. Didn't the priest ever warn you about succubi?" Her cold high laugh echos round the hills.