by Simone Leigh
Angel, Baby? Yeah, I’ll be an angel for you, but the demon in me wants you too……
I lean into her touch, kissing her fingers, willing her to orgasm. I love to watch her climax.
Come for me, Baby….
Her lips parted, panting, a fine sheen of perspiration over her skin, her lovely pale skin, now blushing red all over.
I bend to kiss her breasts, taking a nipple between my lips, feeling it harden between my teeth, pebbling into my mouth at I nibble at it, biting just hard enough to make her gasp and react.
She gasps, arching her spine, presenting her belly, raising her hips, juddering as James teethes on her clit.
I’m going to fuck you to screaming soon……
Her hair spread around her, spilling over the sheets and the pillows, she looks to me, her eyes glazed, tits scarlet with lust, glossy with sweat, nipples hard.
“I want you inside me.” she says to me.
How can I not smile? Because I know that she doesn’t just want my cock inside her pussy…. She wants me inside her….
Inside you? I want to drown myself in you…
James pulls away, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching, his penis, rock hard, twitching with his pulse.
Charlotte lies there, her green-eyed gaze pulling me in, knees akimbo, arms outstretched to me, in invite.
Oh God, I’ve got to get my cock inside you….
Shucking my jeans, I roll on top of her, pressing between her warm thighs, my balls tightening, pulling in as I test her entrance.
Her hands around my neck, one sliding up into my hair, nails biting in to my skin, she stares, dreamy-eyed, up at me, her eyes wide pupiled, black against jade.
I push a little inside her, gauging her wetness, her readiness for me. She whimpers, arching her spine further, reaching for me with her hips, spreading her thighs wide, giving herself to me. Pressing in my cock-head, feeling it skim by her ring muscle, she clenches around me as I penetrate her, letting her swallow me.
All she wants, right now, is for me to fuck her.
I withdraw, completely, then again, press inside, slowly, delving into her heat.
James sits beside her, looking down, fingering at a nipple, pulling and rolling and tweaking. Every so often, she yelps and jerks as he pinches hard, her pussy clenching around me, and I want to simply let go, shooting into her, while she screams under me.
Jeez… hang on to your control man… you’re not some fourteen-year-old….
I ram in hard, hilting myself inside her, then again, and again, loving the noises she makes; wailing, as I fuck her hard, her pussy tightening around me with each thrust.
She spirals up towards climax, shuddering and shaking. I meet eyes with James, he tilting his head slightly in signal.
All the time, pressing hard inside her, I hold her tightly around waist and shoulders, holding her to me, and I roll, taking her with me, so we lie side by side.
Still working her inside with my cock, feeling her flesh heat and tremble around me, I present her to him; her curvy ass, that perfect rear….
She knows what’s happening. As James lubes himself, and then her, I whisper. “Alright, Charlotte? Both of us?”
Her breathing is heavy, rapid. She doesn’t speak, simply nodding, before I feel her holding her breath, as James guides his cock into her, first testing her a little, once or twice, before gradually pressing inside her ass. Her body freezes against mine, tensing; her only movement, her breathing and a shiver at her hips, as he presses inwards. She quivers against my groin, tightening around my cock as James works himself inside her, taking her ass.
I’d love to do that, fuck you there…. but I want to see your face, Baby.… When you Come.... I want to watch you Come….
Her heart pounds against me, banging through her chest to mine
Are you okay Babe? Really okay?
She is so wet, her moisture seeping down over my thighs, wetting my skin. She smells of lust and sweat and sex, and of James, and me.
I want to fuck you until you scream, and lie with you in a puddle of sweat and cum and sensation….
James starts to move, thrusting slowly, gradually, and she rests between us as I match his rhythm. She lies still, passive, simply taking us both within her.
All my worries, all my concerns, just vanish when I can bury myself in you, be consumed by you, swallowed by you….
I start to thrust harder, my tempo increasing. James matches me, his eyes brushing with mine as we mutually fuck/make love/shaft/love this woman that we share, that is so much a part of the both of us…. She lies between us, her moans synchronised with our movements, her body commanded by both of us, her heart and soul ours….
She is gazing at me, wide eyed as the day she first met me, when James had taken her virginity only a day before. I reach to kiss her, awkwardly from our conjoined position, but our lips meet, and I penetrate her mouth with my tongue, as my cock penetrates her warm, wet, welcoming cunt.
And now she is mine also….
This woman we both love…
And the Rush is coming.…
The pressure begins, in the base of my shaft, balls tightening, migrating upwards to pressure my cock-head, intensified in the rim and at the tip.
All my senses filled with her, I pump hard, extending/accelerating the glorious build-up of sensation, the coming of the Rush
My hips locking, I spill into her…
Riding the adrenaline, heart drumming, vision blurring, I slam my first shot into her, flying high, firing hard. My cock twitches another load into her. She’s screaming something, but I don’t hear what, as, with a final shudder, I pull out, to fire over her belly.
She’s so close herself. As my vision clears, her head flings back, to rest by James’ face. He’s controlling himself, hovering near, but his eyes slide sideways to watch her as, her beautiful eyes screwed shut, mouth wailing open, she convulses, howling her orgasm between us. I’m still inside her, and her cunt spasms around me and, I think triggers James, as with a groan, he drops his face to her shoulder, grinding himself into her.
James grunts, juddering against her, pressing into her ass, before, with a gasp, breaking free, to lie on his back staring upwards, sweating, breathing hard….
She’s not finished. Still riding the wave, she is all but collapsed against me, eyes closed, forehead resting on my chest. She breaths shakily, occasionally jerking spasmodically and whimpering with the after-burn of orgasm.
Holding her, supporting her, I withdraw my semi-flaccid cock, then lower her to the sheets, where she lies, panting, as I bend to kiss her breasts, then her lips.
She wraps her hands around my neck, fingers sliding through my hair. “Thank you.” she murmurs.
James looks up at me briefly, then sideways to her, smiling. She returns his gaze as he, also with one hand on a breast, kisses her lips.
We lie together, he to one side of her, I to the other, in an extended moment of quiet. I encircle her and she rests in my arms.
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Elizabeth
I answer the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Beth. It’s James. Is Richard there?”
He sounds tired.
“Hello, James. No, I’m sorry, he’s not, but I’m expecting him soon. Can I pass on a message for you?”
“Um, no not really. It’s just that I’ve got the printouts with me for the projected costs on C-Site. I’m on my way back from checking out some of the suppliers. Could I drop them off with you there on my way back? It’s easier for me than going into the office tomorrow.”
“Yes of course. Are you alright? You sound done in.”
“Yes. It’s been a long couple of days. I’m rather tired.”
“Would you like to stop for dinner when you get here? You’ll feel better with a meal inside you.”
“That would be great, Beth. Thanks. I’ll be there in about an hour.”
I ask Ross to set an extra place for dinner
. James is co-director with my husband Richard’s City Renovation Project. They’ve both been working all hours. It’s no wonder he’s tired.
James arrives an hour or so later, looking washed out. I’m concerned about him. Normally vigorous and active, he is clearly doing too much. Settling him into an armchair by the fire, I pour him a brandy, rather a large one.
“Nice to see you, James. Are you well?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Just tired. There’s a lot going on.” He stretches out long legs, rubs the back of his neck.
“And Michael? Is he alright?”
James grins, looking more himself. “Michael is busy knocking down walls, rebuilding walls, replacing roof struts, laying floors and generally fighting dragons on Charlotte’s behalf…. I’ve never seen him happier.”
“This in this house you’re renovating between you? Up in the mountains?”
“That’s right.”
“I’d quite like to see at it sometime.”
“You’d be more than welcome. Mainly Michael’s trying to get at least part of it fit to live in by the time Charlotte gets back at Christmas. He wants to welcome her Home.” He rubs his nose, looking sceptical. “Personally, I think we might all be living under canvas.”
“It’s that bad?”
He rocks his hand back and forth. “No, not really. The house itself is a shambles right now, but we can always live in the hotel section for a while. It’s just that Michael’s trying to get that open as a Spa Hotel, so it would be better if we can treat it as a building site, so the workmen can get on with the renovations and upgrades there, and it cans start actually earning some money….”
Richard arrives home, looking every bit as tired as James. I manoeuvre him into the opposite armchair by the fire, pouring him a brandy too, topping up James’ while I’m at it…. At least Ross is cooking, so it will be a good dinner. And Richard seems pleased to have some company for the evening. I sit with them, but try to retire into the background. I want to hear what they have to say.
“I’m glad you’re here, James.” says Richard. “How’s Charlotte? Have you spoken to her recently?”
“She’s fine, yes. We talk every day or so, and we called by her digs last week, Michael and I.”
“She’s doing alright at college? Working hard?”
“Working very hard. ’Driven’ I think is a better word. She doesn’t seem to have a social life at all, judging by what her housemates were saying. She has some extra exams in a couple of weeks; with her having changed course from last year, there’s catch-up work to level her up with the other Engineering students. So far as we can see, she does little but work and sleep.”
“Well, I’m sure that she’ll enjoy herself when she’s back with you at the end of the semester.”
James sucks in his cheeks, saying nothing, but there is a gleam of humour in his eye.
“Um, James.” says Richard, with a touch of hesitation. “There is something I wanted to discuss with you, about Charlotte.”
“Oh?”
“It’s to do with that home she was in, Blessingmoors.”
James sips his brandy, looking wary. “Mmm...?”
“I was talking to Will…”
“Will?”
“Will Stanton, Police Commissioner…. The investigation on that place was never fully closed down, although it has been semi-dormant for some years. During the original inquiry, they caught, convicted and imprisoned a number of the gang-leaders responsible for trafficking the youngsters, but they couldn’t get convictions on all of them, due to lack of evidence…”
“So….?” Now, James looks worried.
“So…. they would like to interview Charlotte. Take her through things again, in more detail. Show her photos of the men concerned. See if she can give a positive ID on any of them, or any more information. They’re trying to get convictions. Especially as there is reason to believe that some of the parties concerned may still be involved in trafficking. They might want Charlotte to stand as witness in Court.”
James closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ve been worrying that something like this might come up. When do they want to talk to her? I can’t break that kind of news to her in the middle of her term, and certainly not when she’s got exams coming up.”
“Perhaps when she’s back at the end of the semester?”
“That would be better timing, yes. And she’ll have Michael for support then.”
“Michael?”
“He’s better at this sort of thing than I am. When things get emotional, I sometimes… over-react. Michael’s a rock. She’ll need him.”
Richard gives him a long look. “Over-react?”
James doesn’t speak at first, then, ‘Let’s just say that Michael deals with some things better than I do.”
“Things alright between the three of you? It must be difficult sometimes to…. um…. achieve a balance?”
Again, James speaks slowly, clearly choosing his words. “Things are fine with the three of us. I suspect that the difficulties you imagine, are not the ones that actually matter between us. Certainly, balance, as you put it, is not a problem. Michael and I are very different people, and we interact with Charlotte in different ways.”
Richard continues his probing.
Is he pushing his luck, asking things like this?
“And you and Michael?”
James raises an eyebrow. “Michael is my closest friend. He has been for years.”
I decide that it is time to interrupt.
“And how is Charlotte herself?” I ask. “After what happened over Summer? Finally coming out with everything that happened to her as a child.…”
James sips at his brandy. “She has nightmares.”
“What sort of nightmares?”
“Being trapped in the dark. Running…. I’m not much good for her with that sort of thing. Michael is much better…”
“But of course, Michael is not with her at University.”
“No, he isn’t. Which is why I’m not willing to discuss anything of this with her at all, until she’s back with us at Christmas.”
“Did she always have nightmares? Before the Summer?”
“No, not before then, or at least, not while I’ve known her….” He stands, pacing up and down. “Look, I understand why the Police want to talk with her, but give us a little while after she gets back at Christmas. Let Michael and I have a few days to help her let off some steam, relax a bit…”
“Work hard. Play hard?” My husband eyes are crinkling at the corners. He has seen for himself, at one of the clubs, how the threesome ‘let off steam’ together.
James rubs the back of his neck, suppressing a smile, “Something like that, yes.”
I interrupt again. “And we could go out together, Charlotte and me. No offence, James, but she needs some ‘girl-time’ too, and she doesn’t seem to me to have many female friends.”
“That would be great, Beth. Thanks, and…. you’re right. The girls she shares the house with, all seem to be on other courses, so she doesn’t really mix with them much. And the other students on her own course are almost exclusively male, so them, she keeps at arm’s length to, er….”
“… to avoid misunderstands? Mixed signals?”
“Mmm. Yes.”
“No problem. We’ll go shopping one day. I’ll call by the office and collect her from there.”
Richard smiles. “With, hopefully, no repeat of what happened the last time you took Charlotte shopping?”
James chokes on his drink. I try to sound prim. “Charlotte was defending me when she hit that lout. It was a pleasure to see him go down.”
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Charlotte
I drive up the mountain, returning ‘Home’, and wondering what I will find. I know that Michael has been working hard at the renovation ever since the sale went through, but the house was a complete wreck, and I’m not sure if I am going to have a roof over my head for C
hristmas.
But the drive up the mountain is so beautiful. Climbing the steep, winding road, I drop to third gear, then to second, skirting around tight corners, and occasionally pulling in to let some idiot pass me at lunatic speed. I just want to amble Home, and enjoy the spectacular views; the glory of the forests, the lake, the plant life that scrambles, wild and beautiful, everywhere around me.
And I look forward to being together again with my Master and my Lover, no…. my fiancée, for a few weeks, until I return to college after Christmas.
As I turn the final corner, the hotel hoves into view, looking good already. Paint has been freshened up, windows replaced, signage installed; ‘Life and Beauty’, doubtless to partner with Michael’s ‘Life and Fitness’ brand in the City.
But from here, I can’t see the house. It sits behind the hotel, hidden by trees and a rambling, overgrown garden.
Michael knows I am coming, of course he does. But I didn’t give him a time, or phone ahead. He and my Master surprised me at my student digs. I want to surprise him here. Parking up, I go looking for him.
Where is he?
Walking through the hotel, a variety of workmen are there, plumbers and electricians by the looks of them. From upstairs, across the house and down in the basement, there is a cacophony of banging, clattering, hammering, drilling…. It is deafening….
I snag the nearest man in an overall. “Have you seen Mr Summerford?”
He looks at me oddly. Of course, he probably has no idea who I am. “I think he’s out back somewhere, Love.”
As I walk through, one of them shouts after me. “Careful out there. It’s not safe everywhere.”
The gardens at the back are still an extravagant mess of unpruned roses, rampaging brambles and nettles, overgrown trees and forgotten lawns, but a clear path has been hacked through, so I don’t have to navigate spikes, stings and thorns in quite the same way as I did on my first visit.
I can hear chopping.
The old house, when I reach it, has a kind of roof; tarpaulins sheeting over to keep the weather out, while old struts, trusses and timbers are renewed or repaired. Floor joists are missing entirely, apparently removed en masse for replacement, and so, as I stand on the ground floor on plain stone flags, I look up into a wide roof space, or at least, what would be a roof space, if there were a roof.
