JamesTaking time for my own enjoyment, I lap at the wet heat of her now hot and engorged pussy. She's flooding...Shouldn't have any problems when I'm ready to get inside her...Fuck, but I'm looking forward to having my cock in there... The pillow I used to support her hips is barely necessary now; she's arching and straining, and her weight abruptly transfers to her feet across my shoulders as her body tenses.She's on the build to climax. Her whole body is vibrating, and her wails are becoming louder.My angle is awkward for it, but with my mouth capping her lips and clit, I finger-fuck her, spreading my fingers to stretch her in the way that women seem to enjoy so much.For a moment, she freezes, poised on the edge...There she blows...... and she judders into orgasm, screaming.Taking a breath, I plunge my tongue into her, as deeply as I can, swiping out inside her against pulsing muscles. My face pressed in hard against her, I extend the moment as long as I
James"It means... she's here and...""... And what? You have fucked her?""Yes.""And she's definitely alright?""Yes. She's asleep now, but…""You believe she was a virgin? The real thing?""Yes, I do.""Please tell me you took it easy on her.""Of course I did. I made it as good for her as I could."There is another silence. "Did she come?""Spectacularly."Another silence, then, "You think she really enjoyed it?""Yes, I really think she did, at least after she stopped being scared silly of me. I did everything I could think of to calm her down."Another pause, then, "Did the photos lie?" The voice is mellowing."Yes, they did. The photos don't do her justice. Michael, she's beautiful. She is absolutely stunning. You wouldn't believe how beautiful without seeing her.""Really?" Sounding still more relaxed, the anger is draining away."Yes, really... Look, I know you're not happy with me about this, but why don't you join us for breakfast. Then you
MichaelI enter the hotel dining room where, at the far side of the room, I can see James seated at a table with the girl.Neither has seen me, and I don't announce myself. I want first to see how she is, how she's reacting to him. Certainly, on the face of it, it seems I have no cause to worry. She's laughing and joking with him, with a huge plate of food in front of her.Well, she's not scared if she's eating like that...There's an odd expression on her face.What is it?Admiration? Adoration? Worship?She may have only just met him a day ago, but whatever happened last night, she's not in fear of him...Time to introduce myself...Trying to seem casual, I walk up to the table and the girl turns to me, looks up into my face...... and I find myself lost in the emerald gaze of Charlotte.…For the shortest of moments, words escape me, as I simply gaze into those eyes. Then I really look at herOh, my God…She is stunning.She's wearing no make-up and needs
JamesI mustn't knuckle under to my own prejudices; that a woman cannot be both beautiful and intelligent.Beautiful, intelligent and brave..."So, what are you planning on studying at university, Charlotte?""Physics, Master." She sounds a little shy, as though I might scold her for it.Why would that be? She thinks I would disapprove?Or somebody else has?"Really? Why physics, Charlotte? What made that your choice?""There's so much to know, Master. I want to learn it all." She pauses, staring at the grass. "Sorry, does that sound silly or conceited?""No, not at all. Which university are you going to?"She pauses, her face away from mine, swallowing her words, and I realise my error."My apologies, Charlotte. That was wrong of me." She glances up at me speculatively, her body stiffening. "You don't have to worry," I continue. "I'll not come trying to hunt you down after your week is done. I don't want you to be afraid of me, and I shouldn't have asked you for
MichaelIn truth, I think James has told her to wear them simply so she feels more comfortable, because they hide nothing; in a sheer, translucent wrap and stockings, her body is quite visible through the fabric; the curve of her breasts, the line of her waist and hip, the splash of red at her loins. Her hair is brushed long and loose; her face is elaborately made up and she wears a heavy jewelled collar at her neck.And she looks simply amazing, utterly breath-taking.She hovers at the door, clearly nervous again.James meets my eyes and as he offers her wine, together we switch on our smiles."Relax a little, Charlotte," he says. "You look beautiful. Come join us. Let us look at you."She doesn't speak, sipping wine. I think the glass gives her something to do with her hands.There is a full-length mirror on one of the walls. James guides her to it and I follow, wondering what is in his mind. For all our years-long friendship, I'm seeing a new side to him.Standing be
MichaelHer eyes follow my every movement, pupils large and black in their emerald setting. And James watches her watching me."Like what you see?" I ask.Climaxed or not, she's still aroused. She nods, panting, her eyes roaming my body, drawn to my erection.James is also undressing. "Enjoying yourself, Charlotte?" he asks. "I said I'd look after you. If you're going to fuck for fucking's sake, it might as well be with someone good-looking."Her eyes are fixed on my cock.You want it? You've got it...As I present myself to her, James is spearing her from behind, one hand twisting into her hair, pulling her head back."Open wide, Charlotte," he says.She misses his meaning, opening her legs wider, and our eyes meet as we both grin at her misunderstanding."Good girl," he says, "but I meant at the other end."As he thrusts in hard, she gasps, her lips parting and I press against her mouth, but I don't try to push in. I should have thought to ask earlier, but she d
MichaelShe laps at my cockhead, not exactly timidly, but with an air of experimentation.And it feels amazing.Why should it feel different to any other time when some woman has done me the favour of giving me fellatio?Her inexperience? Her beauty? Her willingness to try?I don't know, but as her warm tongue laves me, it shudders through, tightening my balls and leaving me gasping for air. I'm streaming...You've never tasted pre-cum before either, have you...But she laps it up, seeming to enjoy it, all the while trying to stay in physical contact with me, despite having James pumping her from behind, rocking her body to and fro.James is watching her, his hands kneading at her ass as he fucks her. But his eyes are soft, and he's smiling as he watches her. "Very good, Charlotte," he says.This isn't the James I'm used to...And now, happy that she's comfortable with me, I press in. My erection is pressured, my cock rock-hard and her jaw strains as she opens wi
Michael'Take me down the rabbit hole.'Her words ricochet through my head.Eventually, head drooping and eyes closing, she falls asleep between us.Hardly surprising. She must be exhausted....James leans around from behind to see her face then, when it is clear that she is sleeping, meets my eyes to head-point me out to the lounge.As I make myself comfortable, he holds up a bottle of malt and a glass, the question in his eyes."Yes, I will, thanks."Pouring two glasses, he places the bottle on the table between us. "So, what do you think?"I swish the excellent whiskey around my mouth, trying to assemble a sensible answer. "I barely know what to think...." Swallowing, liquid fire warms embers in my throat and stomach. "She's.... amazing." Then, feeling contrite. "Um.... my apologies for some of the things I said to you before. I was out of order; wrong. I can see how well you've treated her and...."He leans forward, elbows on his knees, looking at me from hooded