An Unexpected Turn of Events (closed for Maka)

[Maka]

Her movements circumscribed by the close quarters in which he held her, Charlotte still wriggled and squirmed deliciously, her back arching as her toned little body somehow accomodated the full incredible length of Daniel's cock, writhing and twisting around it, her slick depths sealing themselves on to every ridge of the great shaft. Every movement now brought her greater pleasure, whether it was the sweet scrape of Daniel's thrusting hips against her engorged, achingly sensitive clit or the contact of her stiff nipples with his hard chest. The high, breathless cries she made were music to Daniel's ears, the sweetest song he'd ever heard, and so he kept thrusting in time, as she wordlessly, deliriously begged him for more.

All at once her legs around him stiffened and then clamped down as the same time, her slick sex somehow became impossibly even tighter, squeezing and sucking as if it craved his cum just as Charlotte herself did. Daniel now locked Charlotte in place, his hard hands on her sweet little ass lifting her away from the wall as he hammered upwards with ever-increasing force. They were locked together now, Daniel the only thing holding Charlotte up, a relentless engine operating with piston force, lifting Charlotte up and down, up and down the massive shaft, each movement sending wave after wave of bliss through both their bodies. Charlotte's orgasm was exploding inside her and Daniel's rapid movements steadily magnified its power, sending into wild, writhing spasms and calling out in a voice as clear and beautiful as a silver bell. She looked angelically, radiantly beautiful at the moment of her climax, her face flushed and her eyes shining like a girl who'd seen Heaven.

Daniel, still holding back his own climax, held her very still as she panted and gasped for breath.

"Like this. Always," he told her, knowing she'd understand. Then, just as she was descending from the clouds of orgasmic bliss, he lifted her up bodily and hammered her down the entire length of his shaft, grinding his hips against her dewy clit at the end, and unleashed his seed.

 

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Daniel was absolutely masterful at extending the extraordinary pleasure of Charlotte's orgasm to impossible heights. Her body shook and writhed in his arms while he pumped ever harder into her, each thrust seeming to drive her to heights that nearly started drawing sobs from her in the extremes of her pleasure.

She had a moment to calm down when he finally stopped, holding her still and close against him. Charlotte caught and held his eyes, her own gaze almost sleepy with post-orgasmic bliss, while his were dark with the lust of his own barely contained orgasm. "Like this, always," he told her, his voice gruff and deep with the tension he was holding back. Her heart skipped in her chest. They hadn't said anything of the sort, not yet, but in moments like these she felt perfectly enveloped in his love for her. Even if they hadn't called it that, with every moment it felt more and more like love. It seemed impossible - they had, after all, known each other for not even a month yet - but she could not deny what she felt. And it was things like this, these perfect, electrified moments, that convinced her that he felt as strongly as she did.

Then she felt him thrust into her once more, sending a shock of pleasure through her hypersensitive body, and she gave yet another cry of bliss while he finally filled her, coating her insides with his essence and essentially marking her as his. She felt, truly, like she belonged to him. It was perfection.

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Morgan heard the pitch of Charlotte's cries change as she came. Her mind filled itself with images of Daniel's cock disappearing into her throbbing, juicy pussy. It was enough to drive Morgan herself over the edge, too, her pussy clamping hard down on her fingers, her body arching into the air off her bed while she bit hard down on her lip to keep herself from screaming and giving away her presence.

She was nearly on her way back down when she heard Daniel's low groan and the sound of it alone sent her into another spasm of pleasure. Once she finally came down from her heights, she simply lay in bed for a few minutes, listening to see if they would continue. She didn't hear any more sounds from Charlotte's room, but it was probably for the best, anyway: that had turned out to be the most satisfying orgasm Morgan had had since her one night with Daniel.

It seemed that here, presenting itself to her, was a solution to her problems - her jealousy, her sexual frustration, her desire for both Charlotte and Daniel... But she needed to speak to Charlotte about it first. She was certain Daniel would be into the idea, if the looks he'd been giving Morgan the past few weeks were any indication, but Charlotte...? Charlotte would need to be sold on the idea of having as much of a romantic relationship with Morgan as she had with Daniel. She would never be sold on the idea otherwise, which meant Morgan needed some time alone with her to be very, very convincing.

She was in luck, it seemed, because she knew that Charlotte had to work tomorrow. Charlotte worked from home, but she'd likely still send Daniel away to prevent him from distracting her. Morgan, herself had some things to do tomorrow as well, but they wouldn't take up the whole day. And that meant she had the entire afternoon to coax Charlotte into seeing things her way. Oh yes, that should be easy. And very, very enjoyable.

Morgan pulled her blanket up over her nude, mostly-satisfied body, and fell asleep wondering if perhaps she should record tomorrow afternoon's activities and simply send it to Daniel as a means of giving him the (hopefully) good news.

 

[Maka]

Daniel slowly drifted into consciousness, becoming aware of the warm, comforting sound of Charlotte's gentle breathing, like the sleepy purr of a kitten. Her head was resting on the hollow of his chest, strands of white-gold hair spread across the firm, sculpted flesh. She was curled up in her favorite position, nestling within his arms. Daniel gently stroked her hair and she gave a little mewl in her sleep, a cute sigh filled with satisfaction as she nuzzled closer, taking a deep instinctive comfort in Daniel's warmth, nearness and scent.

Daniel could have remained in that position all day, even if he couldn't imagine all the even more delicious possibilities for when Charlotte awoke, but he had his orders. Charlotte had reluctantly informed him the previous evening that she really needed to get some work done, as Daniel did himself, and that if he was around they'd just... well... they'd more than likely end up... she'd stammered and blushed until Daniel had at last taken pity on her and told her he understood.

So he carefully removed himself from underneath Charlotte, holding her head up while he got out of bed, and then placing a pillow underneath it. Charlotte gave another, this time a little forlorn as she wriggled in her sleep, searching in vain for the reassuring warmth and solidity of Daniel's body. Daniel fought off the urge to at once rejoin her and instead placed a warm kiss on her forehead, then deliberately turned his back on the tempting, slender little figure wrapped up in the bedsheets, and entered the shower.

Twenty minutes later, he was dressed and leaving the apartment. He cast a single look back, taking in the closed door of Morgan's room. No doubt she was just waking up herself, in the bedroom of some male stranger. The thought provoked another stab of irrational but intense jealousy. Daniel shook himself. He'd just had another extraordinary night of pleasure with the sweetest and cutest girl. He had no right at all to feel this way. He slipped out the door.

 

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Morgan was just waking when Daniel walked out the door. She, too, was careful to slip out before Charlotte woke, showering and dressing quickly and in silence. She knew that if she didn't escape before Charlotte woke up, she wasn't going to make it out of the house that day. Such was the tempting power of dear, sweet Charlotte Spencer.

Charlotte, for her part, woke a little while after Morgan had left. She, in her usual fashion, got dressed and went out for a little walk while she picked up breakfast from the little bakery - where they unsurprisingly asked her where her boyfriend was, since the pair of them had been practically inseparable and Charlotte hadn't been to the bakery without him for weeks. With that out of the way, she eventually returned to her apartment and retreated into her office, where she started getting to work.

Charlotte and Morgan worked together on the stock market. Charlotte was the numbers girl who actually bought and sold according to a series of complex models she'd developed herself. Morgan hadn't been kidding when she'd described Charlotte as a math genius. Morgan, meanwhile, sold their services to investors and gathered information on the companies they invested in. They made an exceptional pair, and regularly made a killing.

As it happened, Morgan spent her morning working too, out at a meeting with some potential new clients. They were young, had inherited money from their parents, and had the ego that often came with being a spoiled rich kid. Morgan tacked on a fee to their services to pay her extra for simply having to interact with them on a regular basis, not that she told them that's what it was for. All the meeting did was add yet another reason why she should want to hurry home to Charlotte instead of sticking around any longer than she had to.

By the time she arrived back at the apartment, she was nearly giddy with excitement. She found Charlotte, sitting at her desk, having just finished her most recent model, putting the final touches on today's purchases and sales.

Charlotte looked up when she saw Morgan slip into the office, and her whole face lit up with a grin. "Good morning!" She thought Morgan was just coming home from her rendezvous last night.

Morgan, with a sultry, feline grin, raked her gaze up Charlotte's body, little flashes of imagined scenes from last night running through her head. "Morning, baby." Her grin widened. "Have a good night last night?"

It was easy to see that Charlotte spent a split second lost in pleasured memories, and she blushed so very easily, nodding. "D-Did you?"

Morgan came around behind Charlotte, pulling the office chair back and taking Charlotte's hands. She pulled the smaller girl to her feet, and led her into the living room, to their large, plush couch. Charlotte, sweet, trusting Charlotte, didn't even question why. She just followed, wordlessly.

They sat down together and, as had been the case so often in recent weeks, Morgan's affectionate touches almost immediately became sensual - or more so than usual. Her arm slid easily around Charlotte's waist, pulling her tight to Morgan's side, nearly pulling her straight into her lap. Her other hand was laid affectionately against the opposite side of Charlotte's neck, her long fingers drawing Charlotte close as Morgan whispered softly into her ear. "I was home last night."

Charlotte jerked in surprise, turning to look at Morgan with a sweet expression of concern for her friend - the fact that Morgan didn't sound upset hadn't yet occurred to her. "Oh no! Oh, I'm so sorry! I thought you wouldn't be here!"

Her reaction drew a small laugh from Morgan, who pulled Charlotte affectionately back into her arms. "Don't worry, Char." Her voice turned low and sultry, her lips brushing teasingly against Charlotte's neck. "I happened to enjoy listening to you."

Charlotte's face burned in a blush, but she didn't move away from Morgan. In fact, she leaned a little more into her, if anything. "You... you heard us?"

Morgan nodded, but Charlotte wasn't paying attention. She had her eyes squeezed shut from embarrassment. It looked quite a lot like she was trying to curl up into a tiny ball to hide from that particularly embarrassing revelation. The sight drew a quiet chuckle from Morgan, who pressed a gentle kiss to Charlotte's temple. "You shouldn't worry so much, Char. If I have anything to say about it, that'll be tame compared to what's coming."

Charlotte couldn't imagine what she was talking about. "Wh-what's coming?" Her throat had gone suddenly dry, like she was suddenly aware that Morgan was even closer and more affectionate than usual. And the grin on Morgan's face was darker, her eyes as they traveled Charlotte's form more hungry than she'd ever seen it. And, despite the way her heart was hammering in her chest, she found she didn't mind.

Morgan shifted their position, letting Charlotte down on her back along the couch while Morgan herself crawled atop her, like a jungle cat atop her prey. Once her gaze came level with Charlotte's, however, her expression turned abruptly gentle. "I know you're scared, Charlotte. After what Adam did to you, I can see it on your face whenever Daniel looks at me." She touched Charlotte's cheek, an unusually platonic affection that was all the more comforting to the smaller girl because of the blatant sexuality of their position otherwise.

Charlotte's hands came to rest, shakily, on Morgan's waist, her expression sad. "I didn't want to say anything... I know you two would be together if it wasn't for me. I'm sorry, Morgan."

Morgan shook her head, bringing the hand on Charlotte's cheek to her soft, pink lips, hushing her. "I know, sweetie. But what if he didn't have to choose?" She brought her face down to Charlotte's, their cheeks pressed together for a moment before she whispered, "What if he could have both of us?"

This was it, the moment of truth. She felt Charlotte go still once the words left her lips. There was a moment of silence that felt like it stretched forever, leaving Morgan almost annoyed at Charlotte for taking so long to answer - the anticipation was killing her.

"I... I don't know if I can do that..."

And that was it, then. Morgan felt her heart drop into her stomach. She hadn't expected the rejection to hurt as much as it did. Honestly, she hadn't expected Charlotte to say no.

She also didn't expect Charlotte to keep talking. "I don't want to be in a relationship where I only get half of his love."

Morgan sat up a little, looking down at Charlotte with an almost comical look of relief of her face. "Is that all? Char, baby, he's not going to love you any less."

Charlotte frowned, using her hands on Morgan's waist to push her up a little more. Morgan complied - Charlotte would never have had the strength to push her off on her own. "Yes he will. If he has two of us, I'll only get half his heart." There was another pause, and Charlotte got the impression that Morgan was trying not to laugh, driving her to pout rather cutely at the way she wasn't being taken seriously. "...Right?"

Morgan shook her head. "Imagine this. Let's say you and Daniel are happy together for many years. Some day, you get married, and you have a beautiful son. Then, to everyone's great happiness, you find out that you're pregnant again! This time, you have a daughter! Does her birth suddenly mean you love your son less?"

Charlotte looked almost offended. "Of course not!"

A languid grin spread across Morgan's face and she crawled back over Charlotte again, driving Charlotte back down onto her back. This time, Morgan let her weight come partially to rest over Charlotte's smaller body, loving the feeling of her soft shape pressing into her body, and the thrillingly taboo feeling of Morgan's larger chest pressed into Charlotte's. "Exactly," she whispered, dropping her face down to Charlotte's, so close that their noses were nearly touching.

Charlotte was trying to keep her attention focused on what Morgan was saying. She was finding it harder than she expected. The feeling of Morgan's warm, soft body pressed against her like this felt different than it did when she was lying in Daniel's arms... and it was a difference she found she didn't mind. She wasn't about to give up the comfort of his strength, but there was something differently but equally compelling about Morgan's feminine softness, and her sweet and spicy scent. And her lips looked so wonderfully soft, she just couldn't keep her eyes off of them...

Morgan couldn't help the smirk that spread over those same lips at the realization that Charlotte was staring at them, licking her own lips as if in anticipation. "Love isn't some finite thing that has to be shared. There will just be more of it." Then her smirk turned just a bit more feral. "And if that doesn't make you feel better, then consider the fact that he'll be sharing us in exactly the same way we'll be sharing him."

Charlotte took a moment to do it, but she finally managed to drag her eyes from Morgan's lips to meet her gaze. She couldn't help but see the lust in it now, and she knew what was coming. "He... he will?"

Morgan nodded. "Oh yes. Because if we're going to do this, I want to have you, too, Char." She didn't wait for a response. She simply lowered her lips carefully over the smaller girl's. The kiss was quite possibly the gentlest she had ever given. Charlotte was not given to an interest in women, and the last thing Morgan wanted was to scare her off. Charlotte, for her part, still managed to squeak in surprise, despite having known that this was coming. She felt frozen in place, with the only thought that kept running through her head: They're even softer than they look.

After a moment, though, Charlotte's lips started moving hesitantly, experimentally back against Morgan's gentle kiss, and it was all the push Morgan needed. Her fingers looped through Charlotte's hair and her tongue darted out to swipe against Charlotte's bottom lip. Charlotte gasped and parted her lips in response, letting Morgan deepen the kiss.

Morgan parted from Charlotte once her lungs started burning for air, and she looked down at her best friend, now (perhaps) girlfriend, panting and with a gaze alight with lust. Despite how badly she wanted to just keep going, to make Charlotte lose herself in the pleasure she wanted to make her feel, she couldn't do that. It felt like taking advantage, and her desire to protect Charlotte, even from herself, outweighed even her own desire for her. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

Charlotte found herself staring up at Morgan with her lips parted, chest heaving as she tried to regain her breath. Her gaze darted momentarily down their bodies to watch in fascination at the way their breasts pressed even harder together, making Morgan's look like they were going to explode out of her shirt, when they both inhaled at the same time. She lifted one of her hands from Morgan's waist and pressed one finger in a feather-light touch the column of her throat, tracing it down her caramel skin down to the beginning of her generous cleavage. She stopped there, splaying her hand carefully out over the tops of Morgan's breasts, earning a low sigh of desire from her. When her gaze finally returned to Morgan's, she found the lust in Morgan's dark eyes had only grown, but she was still waiting, patiently, for Charlotte's confirmation that this was okay. That she wasn't pressuring Charlotte into something she wasn't sure she wanted. She might have considered that a possibility, except that the trust engendered by the very act of asking was all the reassurance Charlotte needed. "I'm sure."

Morgan moaned, a sound of both relief and arousal. She sat up, pulling Charlotte up with her, and pulled Charlotte's shirt off over her head. Her mouth immediately went to work on Charlotte's chest, running her tongue up the shallow valley between her breasts while she worked the bra clasp open. Charlotte threw her head back in pleasure, gasping. This felt different than Daniel. Morgan's mouth was softer, her touch a bit less demanding and a bit more teasing. Everything she did was somehow playful. In her mind's eye, she imagined being in this same position, but seated on Daniel's lap instead of on the couch, his fingers toying with her nipples while Morgan lips left a trail of kisses down her chest and stomach. "M-Morgan," she gasped, squirming as Morgan's mouth burned a path down the pale, soft skin of her stomach, pausing at the top of her pants.

Morgan hooked her fingers into the top of Charlotte's tights, pulling them slowly down while she looked up at Charlotte with a grin. "What do you need, baby?"

Charlotte blushed, uncertain of how to say what she wanted to. "I, um, shouldn't we talk to Daniel? I mean, before we start, to make sure he's okay with this..."

Morgan grinned, but she didn't stop stripping away Charlotte's pants, leaving the pale girl nude but for her panties on the couch before answering. "Maybe." She reached into her purse and yanked out her phone, unlocked it, and handed it to Charlotte. "Call him. Ask him how fast he can get here. Tell him what I'm doing to you." The moment she finished speaking, she started leaving a trail of hot, gentle kisses up the inside of her thigh.

Charlotte did nothing to stop her, her breath leaving her lips in a series of short, needy gasps while she tried to dial Daniel's number with shaking fingers. She can hear it ringing while Morgan starts working Charlotte's panties off her teasingly slowly. Charlotte couldn't really say whether it was simply a case of good/bad timing or if Morgan was able to hear the click of Daniel picking up and his deep voice offering a greeting, but that was the precise moment her talented tongue darted out to lick all the way up Charlotte's pussy lips, teasing them gently open to work lazy circles around her clit. Instead of responding, Charlotte managed only to muffle a cry.

"D-Daniel?" she gasped. Morgan was attacking her pussy with shocking talent and experience, licking deep and suckling gently on her clit. There was no way Daniel didn't know that Charlotte was being pleasured, not with the way she was whimpering and gasping, barely able to string together two words. "Mo-organ has, ah, umm... suggested... th-that we... Ah, god! Uhhh..." She gave a frustrated moan, unable to come up with the words. "Oh! Just come to the apartment! Ah! Quick!"

Charlotte dropped the phone, then, without hanging up, to grasp Morgan's hair, trying to hold her face against Charlotte's pussy. Morgan grinned and sat back on her heels, earning a long, disappointed moan from Charlotte, and picked up the phone. "Don't worry," she said, her voice thick with amusement and lust. "I won't let her cum until you get here."

Charlotte's eyes went wide and she shook her head. "No! Oh, Morgan, please!" She was already feeling like she was getting close - was she seriously going to make Charlotte edge until Daniel arrived?! She couldn't imagine being able to take that much teasing.

Morgan laughed, a low sound thick with lust. "Feel free to take your time. She makes such lovely sounds when she's begging."

 

[Maka]

Daniel was meeting a client at his office when his phone rang. He murmured an apology but his client, an older and rather conservative businessman, gestured for him to answer it. He saw with slight surprise that it was Morgan's number.

"Hello?"

A muffled, high-pitched cry greeted him. Then Charlotte's unmistakable, beautiful voice spoke, rising and falling with the rhythms of her pleasure, gasping, mewling and whimpering, hardly able to make any sense at all:

"Daniel? Mo-organ has, ah, umm... suggested... th-that we... Ah, god! Uhhh..."

Charlotte's voice trailed off into a husky, needy moan of desire, but Daniel needed nothing more than Charlotte's mention of Morgan's name to understand the hitches and rises of Charlotte's voice and the beautiful, erotic scene that must be taking place back at the apartment. Lust and arousal swept through him like a tidal wave. He had to stare very hard at the walnut surface of his client's desk, at the row of golf trophies encased behind it, to bring himself to some kind of semblance of calm.

"Oh! Just come to the apartment! Ah! Quick!" Charlotte finished, the words spilling out in a breathy, panting rush. After a short interval of time, Morgan's rich, dark chocolate voice replaced hers on the line:

"Don't worry. I won't let her cum until you get here."

There was an audible wail of protest from Charlotte but Daniel just grinned.

"Understood. Keep things in hand until I get there."

Morgan laughed -a rich, husky, promising sound that sent thrills up and down Daniel's spine.

"Feel free to take your time. She makes such lovely sounds when she's begging."

That she did. Charlotte's cute whimpers, gasps and sighs of longing and need were so wonderfully, sweetly intoxicating. He turned to his client.

"I'm sorry -I'm afraid we'll have to postpone. There's something of an emergency at home and my girlfriend needs me."

His client nodded understandingly: "I didn't mean to eavedrop but I could hear what sounded like a very distressed young woman on the other end. I do hope it's nothing serious."

Daniel choked back a laugh.

"No, nothing life-threatening. Her flatmate is taking care of her, but I think they'd both appreciate me coming back to help as well."

The client nodded. His eye fell on the family portrait mounted on his desk -himself, his wife, and the requisite two children in the conventional pose of contented family bliss and he smiled complacently.

"If I may say, it's nice to see such a grounded, responsible young man. Your generation is too wild sometimes."

Daniel somehow maintained a straight face, and took his leave.



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He had time to consider on the drive back, which seemed to take a ridiculously long time despite his pushing his car to the very edge of the legal limit. Morgan. Charlotte. Morgan and Charlotte. His head was filled with images of the two young beauties entwined together, firm smooth flesh pressed and grinding against firm smooth flesh, soft pouting lips exchanging hot, deep kisses.

It made sense. It made sense on such an elemental, primal level that part of him wondered why it hadn't happened that first morning they'd all been in one place together, when he'd discovered Morgan with her arms wrapped around Charlotte in the kitchen, her full lips half an inch away from the smaller girl's neck. He'd always sensed that Morgan's caresses and "accidental" touches of Charlotte had been more than teasing attempts to get the delicate young blonde to blush, and he'd always sensed that it wasn't out of shyness or innocence that Charlotte never protested. She enjoyed Morgan's touch, reacting to it with an innocent, responsive pleasure.

And at times like that, those knowing glances that Morgan sent him, looking over Charlotte's shoulder with a wicked light of mischief in those bright brown eyes, knowing that far from feeling jealous he was enjoying the show.

At last he arrived at the apartment, and let himself in soundlessly. He hardly needed to take great care -judging by the sounds coming from the living room, both the girls were preoccupied. Charlotte was panting, crying out, broken pleas making their way out amidst screams and moans of pleasure. Daniel lookd in through the door, and the sight that met his eyes more than lived up to the fantasies that had been dancing through his head ever since the phone call.

Charlotte lay on the couch, magnificent in her pale, delicate nudity, her lovely elfin face flushed and her silky golden hair thrown back. Morgan, half-naked, was lying on top of her, propping herself up with her arms to either side of Charlotte's waist and moving her head up and down with the same extraordinary grace and flexibility that had given Daniel one of the best nights of his life, all while her huge breasts pushed and rubbed against Charlotte's body -a perfect alternation of caramel and ivory hues. She'd kiss Charlotte on the mouth with tigerish, hungry passion, then move her attention to the rosy nipple of her perky breasts, then dive down to her pussy, licking and lapping like a woman possessed but always, true to her word, withdrawing before Charlotte could achieve climax. She did this once again even as Daniel watched and sweet, shy Charlotte howled like a banshee in frustration, vainly trying to seize hold of Morgan's sleek dark head and press it to her dripping snatch, her whole body writhing and squirming in an attempt to find the satisfaction it sought.

The first either girl knew of Daniel's presence, he was looming over them. He smiled, and bent down.

"Hello, Morgan."

He kissed her long and hard, able once again to luxuriate in those impossibly soft, impossibly full lips. She tasted of Charlotte's honey juices, and of spices and sultry warm nights. She tasted of Morgan.

"Hello, Charlotte."

He only needed to turn his head to kiss Charlotte. She tasted of sweet, fresh things and long summer days. She tasted of Charlotte.

Daniel placed his arms around the two of them and kissed Morgan again, then Charlotte, then Morgan, his kisses growing deeper and warmer and richer with each new union, discovering something new each time.

 

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Charlotte tasted like a pure, fresh morning, sweet and dewy. Morgan had never particularly disliked the flavour of the women she'd been with, but she'd never found herself hungry for more of it - not until Charlotte. It was as much a test of her patience as it was of Charlotte's to wait until Daniel arrived. Every time she took a deep, delicious lick of Charlotte's sopping wet snatch, she found herself tempted to push her just a little further, drive her just over the edge and then drink up all of the delicious juices that would flood out of her while she orgasmed. It was hard to think of a good reason why she shouldn't, between her own desires and the way Charlotte was begging so prettily with her moans and cries.

Morgan realized something had changed when the glow of the light from the window against Charlotte's smooth porcelain stomach became a little shadowed, and Charlotte's moans took on a slightly different tone. She looked up to see Daniel smiling down at them, his eyes almost black with lust. Morgan was a little surprised to discover just how much relief she felt at his presence - she needed to see Charlotte's climax nearly as much as Charlotte needed to feel it, apparently.

Charlotte, for her part, let her eye flutter open, taking a moment to focus them against the waves of exquisite torture Morgan's mouth was visiting upon her body. She saw Daniel looking down at them, she saw his desire for them both coming together in a whole greater than the sum of its parts. She tried to ask him to help, to save her from Morgan's merciless teasing, but the sound only came out as a desperate whimper. She was, it seemed, entirely beyond words.

Her gaze followed his mouth eagerly as he kissed Morgan with visible hunger, tasting Charlotte on her lips. She hadn't expected to find that particular image so arousing. In the back of her mind, she had been concerned that her old self-consciousness and jealousy would get in the way. Instead, all it did was stoke her lust, and she moaned, her body arching uselessly up against Morgan's while she watched them kiss. Then he kissed her, a slow, sweet affection that made Charlotte nearly melt. She whimpered against his lips, and then gave a muffled cry as Morgan took the opportunity to flick her tongue against Charlotte's swollen, exposed clit.

Daniel went back and forth between them for a while, the pleasure so apparent in his expression that Charlotte wondered how she ever could have imagined that he might not have wanted this. She recognized that Morgan had always known he would love this kind of relationship - it seemed she'd missed those signals, in her innocence, assuming he'd been sending them these past few weeks.... Or was that why his expression would change oh so subtly whenever Morgan had started touching her affectionately?

After a few more of these back-and-forth kisses, Daniel straightened back up and loosened his tie, then started to unbutton his shirt. Morgan simply grinned up at him, then leaned back to Charlotte, giving her a long, deep, passion-filled kiss.

When they parted, Charlotte was whimpering again. "Please touch me, please please please...."

Morgan chuckled. "Poor Char. I think you've been made to wait long enough, haven't you?"

Charlotte moaned at the simple implication that she wouldn't need to wait any longer. "Oh! Yes! Please Morgan?"

Morgan kissed her again, a quick peck this time, and then started working her way slowly back down Charlotte's body, laving attention on her nipples, circling her belly button with her tongue, and then finally, finally plunging her tongue back into Charlotte's needy pussy. She lashed her clit over and over, drawing a cry of extraordinary pleasure from Charlotte's lips each time. Charlotte's back arched and she ground her hips into Morgan's mouth, a motion Morgan herself seemed to take in stride while she drove Charlotte crashing over the edge.

The view was obscene and beautiful - Morgan's head riding the waves of Charlotte's bucking hips while Charlotte's face contorted into an expression of divine pleasure made all the sweeter by having been denied so long.

When she finished, Charlotte collapsed into the couch, her breathing laboured, while Morgan sat up, licking her lips a self-satisfied smirk. She leaned back over Charlotte, giving her a sweet, slow kiss. Then she sat up and looked at Daniel, well aware of the pleasure he would have taken in watching that. "What would you like to do now?" she asked softly, her laughing eyes full of lewd possibilities.

 

[Maka]

There was a wide-eyed, sweetly sexy look of surprise on Charlotte's lovely face as she watched Daniel kiss Morgan. Daniel, who had come to intimately understand and interpret Charlotte's expressions, half-voiced whimpers and hesitant body-language, understood her thoughts as she'd whispered them in his ear. Charlotte was watching her most secret, most dreaded fear of the last few weeks -her gorgeous brunette roommate kissing her boyfriend with swooning, seductive passion, tilting her head and lifting up her taut young body as though offering herself up to him entirely. But Charlotte's reaction was not jealousy but profound arousal -a hot spice of arousal that Daniel could taste in her eager kiss when he returned his mouth to hers.

As Daniel undressed, Morgan set about finally granting Charlotte the climax she had been wickedly denying. Daniel watched, engrossed by the extraordinary erotic beauty of the sight of Morgan's sleek dark head bobbing up and down, lapping and licking greedily while Charlotte's face flushed with the inexorable approach of her orgasm, sweet high cries spilling from her rosebud lips. Wickedly competent, Morgan kept lashing relentlessly with her tongue until Charlotte was wriggling and writhing, transfixed by near-unbearable pleasure.

Daniel stared, utterly transfixed. It was as though Morgan had been Charlotte's lover for all their lives, as though they had a psychic bond. Morgan knew all of Charlotte's sweetly sensitive spots -and felt compelled to stimulate every single one of them. It was though all of her not-so-innocent touches and caresses had been simply foreplay, leading up to this moment.

Charlotte stiffened as her orgasm reached its height, then joy flooded her face and she threw her head back, a girl in bliss. Morgan sat up, a feline, secret and satisfied smile on her face, and licked Charlotte's glistening juices off her lips with evident pleasure before leaning in to kiss her.

"What would you like to do now?" she asked Daniel, the lust light in her eyes.

By way of answer, Daniel lifted her up gently and placed her so she was straddling the semi-recumbent Charlotte, resting against the back of the couch, her huge breasts in the smaller girl's face, those dusky sensitive nipples less than an inch from Charlotte's rosebud curved lips. Morgan's perfect, rounded ass was lifted enticingly up into the air as she crouched on Charlotte, her slick pink pussy just above Charlotte's own dripping, juicy snatch.

Daniel ran his fingernails down Morgan's straight, slender back as she caressed Charlotte. He pushed his massive erection forward into the narrow space between the two girls, feeling firm, nubile flesh on either side, shifting his hips so the swollen head teased first against Morgan's snatch, then Charlotte's. He placed his hands on Morgan's ass, almost gasping aloud at how good the warm, smooth skin felt under his fingers. Morgan, then Charlotte, Morgan, then Charlotte, with masterful thrusts of his hips against Morgan. Charlotte was being teased once again -while Morgan was getting a taste of her own medicine. Daniel intended to make them both moan and plead like wanton little harlots before either was impaled by the massive shaft currently moving between them.

 

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Charlotte, who was still floating in the pleasure of her afterglow, opened her eyes sluggishly while she felt Morgan moving atop her, only to finally focus them and discover a pair of luscious, round breasts inches from her face, and Morgan looking down at her with an expression of wicked expectation. Charlotte bit her lip, smiling and blushing, knowing exactly what it was Morgan was looking for. She parted her lips and started by leaning forward to press a kiss to the deep valley of skin at the center of her chest, giggling at the feeling of the two warm globes of flesh pressing against her cheeks. A sudden flash of memory reminded Charlotte of all the times she'd caught herself staring at Morgan's chest when Morgan wasn't looking, struck by what, at the time, had felt like an insane urge to grab and squeeze the massive mounds of soft flesh. It seemed, contrary to what Charlotte had believed at the time, Morgan wouldn't have minded at all.

A moment later, Charlotte squeezed and threw her head back as Daniel pushed his hard, hot cock up in between the women's pressed bodies, dragging his head over every sensitive spot along Charlotte's soaked slit. Daniel's cock felt slipperier than it usually did the first time it came into contact with her, and after a moment, she realized that it was because Morgan was already dousing it with her own arousal. The thought made Charlotte cry out with desire.

Morgan, meanwhile, gave a strangled groan of a strange combination of disappointment at the feeling of Charlotte's mouth leaving the hot skin of her chest, but simultaneously of relief at the feeling of Daniel's cock grazing hard against her throbbing pussy. She had loved focusing so completely on Charlotte like that, loved bringing her sweet cries to a crescendo, loved the taste of her dripping pussy while she came... but she had been teasing herself too, denying herself any attention while she focused so entirely on Charlotte. The single sensation of Daniel's cock grazing against her was all it took to unlock to flood of need that she had pent up inside until now. She pressed her hips back against Daniel while arching her back forward, offering her pussy to him and her breasts to her. "Please baby," she breathed, and it wasn't particularly apparent which of the two of them she was talking to.

 

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Charlotte's large, soft blue eyes widened expressively and her mouth parted in delight at the sight before her, looking like a girl who'd just been offered the most wonderful gift imaginable before burying her face between Morgan's breasts. Daniel understood the reaction. Morgan's breasts were simply irresistible in their splendid size, their pliancy and buoyancy, their softness and their firmness. They felt and tasted like nothing else in the world to touch. Simply put, Morgan had the body of a goddess -or a comic book superheroine. And Charlotte's expression was worshipful.

But then she threw her head back with pleasure, gasping aloud as Daniel's gigantic cock pushed teasingly against the opening of her pussy before gliding up to Morgan's, who wriggled and arched her back in turn, trying to press herself down on to the massive, slippery shaft while simultaneously pushing her breasts into Charlotte's face.

Both of the lovely, entwined young beauties were eager for Daniel's attention, gyrating their hips against each other without volition, both wanting to be fully and totally transfixed by the proud, thick and massive erection moving up and down between. Their dripping, sweet pussy juices mingled on it, leaving every glorious inch glistening and slick and ready to be rammed home while the wet sounds of their bodies slamming together mingled with the lewd gasps and sighs coming from their lips.

Angling his body carefully, Daniel positioned himself so that the base of his shaft rested against Charlotte's wet folds and sensitive clit, so that his every movement rubbed it against them. Meanwhile, he guided the swollen head just inside Morgan's snatch, pressing and stretching the tight opening.

He gasped aloud. It seemed impossible, but Morgan's tight, velvet pussy was even better, tighter and juicier than he remembered it being. It was all he could do not to simply slam her all the way down his cock. But he had promises to keep. Keeping his movements slow and methodical, he pushed upwards, the angle of his thrusts letting him hit Morgan's clitoris dead-on, his hard and strong hands on her ass preventing her from lowering herself. Up, down, up, down, all while Morgan and Charlotte's fluids continued to lubricate the rod teasing them both.

 

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Charlotte was beginning to feel almost overwhelmed by the sensations all over her body. Between Daniel's cock pressing against her pussy, Morgan's hips resting sensually against her own, and the soft, pliant breasts nearly pressed against her face, she was surrounded in sex.

Once the shock of contact with Daniel's cock wore off, she returned her focus to Morgan's chest, pressing hesitant kisses and licks against the masses of soft skin. She tasted wonderful, her skin pleasantly warm against Charlotte's lips, and the sounds that issued from Morgan's parted lips were extraordinary.

Morgan was shocked by how strongly she felt even the gentlest of Charlotte's kisses, like little electrical shocks running through her system at each brush of her lips. It felt amazing. Soon, she lifted one of her hands to the back of Charlotte's head, gently guiding the smaller girl's motions and touches, whispering quiet instructions and words of encouragement, teaching Charlotte with both word and gesture how to lavish attention onto a woman's chest.

Her hips, meanwhile, ground uselessly against Daniel's cock, drawing additional whimpers from her lips. She was feeling painfully teased, now. Charlotte was growing more needy in her movements too, but she'd already orgasmed once. Morgan had inadvertently teased herself when she'd been teasing Charlotte, and she hadn't yet been granted release.

 

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Daniel could hear Morgan instructing Charlotte, her eager and talented pupil -breathing out instructions between gasps and whimpers of pleasure as the petite young blonde's lips and tongue found sensitive spots on her huge breasts. The thought made Daniel growl with masculine arousal, knowing that this was just the first of many things that the darkhaired, full-breasted beauty would be instructing her more innocent friend and lover in.

Morgan arched her back, grinding her pussy unavailingly down against the swollen, huge tip of Daniel's cock, wordlessly begging for the total invasion she craved, for that massive, magnificent rod to push its way all the way up inside her, filling her so totally that every movement would bring unbearable pleasure.

There was nothing but the three of them in the world, bound tightly together -Morgan straddling Charlotte's lap and Daniel standing behind her. Charlotte and Morgan's beautiful cries and moans mingled in an erotic, obscene chorus -Charlotte's fluting notes high and clear and lovely like those of a songbird, Morgan's huskier and lower -a kind of unforgettable feminine desire in her voice that send a thrill of pure arousal down Daniel's spine.

The girls were not saying anything in their moans, beyond occasional muffled and half-unconscious pleas and cries to God. But Daniel understood the meaning of everything they were saying.

I am yours. She is yours. We are yours.

They wanted to belong to him. There was a tenderness and unspoken, all-embracing mutual understanding between them as much as white-hot lust. Daniel had taken each of them before -with passion, with seduction, dominating them and treating them tenderly. But here was where it really began. He'd pleasure Morgan's voluptuous, nubile young body until she could no longer stand, then he'd do the same to Charlotte, making them both his.

With that, he lifted Morgan upwards, lifting her breasts temporarily away from Charlotte's busy mouth.

There were coos of disappointment from both young beauties, but Daniel smiled.

"I want you to see her face when my cock goes all the way in," he whispered to Charlotte from behind Morgan's straight, slender back.

And with that, he rammed her all the way down his huge shaft in one single, inexorable movement, until his taut balls smacked against her ass.

 

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Morgan's mouth dropped open and her whole body arched as Daniel finally pierced her. It had been too long - far, far too long - since Morgan had been filled properly. It felt extraordinary, like fire burning her up from the inside. She nearly collapsed forward again, but Daniel held her firmly in place, her back against his chest, while he started pumping slowly in and out of her. She cried out with each thrust, her body eager for the pleasure she'd been denied so long. Her head tilted back and her eyes fluttered shut, losing herself in her sensations.

Charlotte watched, transfixed by the expressions of pure pleasure playing across Morgan's face. Again, she had expected jealousy, but again, there wasn't any. And she realized, finally, why that was. Charlotte was not an inherently jealous person. Her "jealousy" hadn't been jealousy at all, but rather the fear of losing Daniel. That once he had Morgan, he would abandon Charlotte entirely. But that's not what happened; he wanted both of them, equally. His desire for Charlotte hadn't been lessened. Instead, she found herself pleased that he could fulfill a desire with Morgan that Charlotte would never have been able to sate herself. And, of course, she was more than happy that Morgan could experience the same heights of pleasure that she could herself. Selfishness was not in her nature, and Morgan's happiness meant a lot to her.

When Morgan tilted her head back, it was like a spell was broken - Charlotte couldn't see her face any more, and so she was no longer mesmerized, instead free to let her gaze wander hungrily over Morgan's body as it bounced slightly with each thrust. She'd never seen anything so erotic in her life; Morgan's breasts bouncing slightly as Daniel buried himself inside her, her stomach muscles pulled taut as she arched hard against him, gasping with pleasure. And, finally, the actual sight of Daniel's cock sliding into and out of Morgan's soaking wet pussy. The sheer size of him spread her pussy lips wide, revealing Morgan's swollen, winking clit, and the gorgeous visual of Daniel's cock buried inside her to the hilt was so perfect that it alone sent a shock of arousal through Charlotte's body. Her hand began making its way slowly down her stomach, to her wet snatch, where she buried one finger inside of herself, inadvertently matching the pace at which Daniel was fucking Morgan as she started fingering herself to the highly erotic sight.

Her gaze was transfixed by the sight of Morgan's ample juices rolling down the inside of her thighs. Charlotte was struck by a sudden, insane urge to lick it away... Only, it occurred to her, that it really wasn't all that insane, was it? She had no doubt they would both love it so... why not? A small, excited grin appeared on her pink lips as she looked for a moment up at Daniel. Then she leaned forward, shifting her position so that she could bend her face toward them, and placed her tongue hesitantly over Morgan's aching clit.

Morgan's eyes had been closed for a while, so she hadn't realized Charlotte was moving until she felt a hot, soft tongue licking experimentally against her stretched pussy. She gave a strangled cry, surprised by the sudden jolt of overwhelming pleasure, and looked down to see a blonde head buried against her hips, bobbing slightly as she started to lick more vigorously.

Morgan nearly sobbed with the pleasure of it, her pussy clamping down even harder on Daniel's unrelenting cock with each thrust, bringing one trembling hand down to weave her fingers into Charlotte's hair, holding her head against Morgan's exposed clit. It was then that she spotted Charlotte's fingers, moving faster and faster while she fingered herself, and a moment later, she felt the unbelievable vibrations of Charlotte moaning softly. "Oh, god, that's it, Char, good girl!"

Charlotte moaned again, this time stronger and louder, a little shiver running down her spine at Morgan's words. Good girl... she liked that. A lot.

 

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Morgan felt incredible. Her pussy, denied for too long, wrapped itself greedily around the massive rod invading it, her whole body seeming to tighten around it, welcoming the invader. She was impossibly tight and yet slick with her free-flowing juices and soft as velvet. With her taut body, seemingly engineered purely for sex, it was like fucking a goddess of love -all while she cried out like a wild animal in heat again and again at each new thrust. Again and again her shapely, toned ass smacked down against Daniel's flat, washboard stomach before being lifted up again, his strokes as regular and relentless as a piston. Indeed, lust and desire had carried him to the point where he had become a powerful, unstoppable machine, lifting the shrieking, moaning and sighing Morgan up and bringing her back down again and again, each movement sending waves of pleasure through their united bodies.

He'd thought he could not get any higher, but then, looking down over the curve of Morgan's smooth, bare shoulder, he saw Charlotte looking up at him -and there was an expression of such sweet, delightful excitement on her delicate features that his cock twitched reflexively inside Morgan, bringing forth a low, sexy moan from the beautiful young brunette. He knew the face of a girl who was plotting some sweet mischief and so he was not surprised when, impishly, Charlotte dipped her golden head down between Morgan's parted legs and began to lick -tentatively at first and then with more vigour as she evidently decided she liked the taste of Morgan's rich juices.

Morgan was shuddering and quivering constantly now, her most sensitive spots under assault from both Daniel's cock and Charlotte's tongue. Without a word being said, Daniel adjusted the rhythm of his thrusts to coordinate with the eager lashes of Charlotte's soft, questing tongue -giving Morgan no time to draw breath, no respite from the relentless stimulation, driving her with extraordinary combined power to the boiling point of pleasure. It felt effortless, instinctive, working with Charlotte to bring Morgan pleasure in this way. It felt the way it always had when the three of them were together.

"Oh, god, that's it, Char, good girl!" Morgan crooned lustily, her voice breaking as she spoke and Charlotte moaned in response -a primal, feminine noise taking the ultimate pleasure in bringing pleasure.

"Yes... yes, do it," Daniel said, his tones deep and throbbing with lustful promise. "Good girl. Good girl!"

That promise was unspoken but clear -Charlotte was earning herself a wonderful reward, and one Daniel would enjoy giving her as much as she'd enjoy receiving. With that thought, he began speeding up the tempo of his thrusts up into Morgan's tight, luscious body, knowing that Charlotte's tongue would follow suit.

 

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Morgan wailed, her body arching and shuddering as she raced helplessly towards the precipice, the pleasure exploding in her body well beyond compare. Her pussy sucked at Daniel's cock almost painfully tight while her hips bounced and bucked as much as they could against the combined efforts of both Daniel and Charlotte keeping her nearly pinned to Daniel's body.

She gave a full-throated scream when she exploded, tossing her head back in heady pleasure while her whole body went rigid. Neither Daniel nor Charlotte let up their assault even remotely, driving Morgan to what was quite certainly the longest, most divinely pleasurable orgasm she had ever had.

Morgan wasn't even aware she was doing it, but Charlotte found herself squeaking in surprise when a shot of Morgan's warm juices actually sprayed her in the face. Morgan was squirting! Once she realized that, Charlotte gave a giggle of pure delight, renewing her efforts against Morgan's exposed clit with renewed eagerness, as if she were seeking to suck as much of Morgan's juices out of her body was possible. It would not have been inaccurate.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of pleasure so intense that Morgan was surprised she hadn't blacked out, Daniel's arms finally loosened and Morgan collapsed forward, directly on top of Charlotte. Her orgasm had clearly exhausted her somewhat - she needed a moment to even quite understand where she was or which way was up. Once she did, and once she opened her eyes, however, her gaze was immediately filled with Charlotte's face, smiling and shining with her juices. It was a vision so sweet and so sexy that Morgan simply smiled and closed the distance between them for a long, tongue-filled kiss, eager to taste herself on Charlotte's pink lips.

 

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Morgan had clearly just been fucked into a state of blissful semi-consciousness. Daniel had never seen anything so sexy as the expression on her gorgeous face afterwards -her pouting, full lips parted with wonder, her wonderful warm brown eyes glassy with satiation, and an extraordinarily happy smile like a sunrise illuminating it all. He and Charlotte had ravished Morgan to the point of debauched oblivion.

Daniel gently pulled his cock out of Morgan, though just then she was in no state to notice anything at all. He was still massively hard, and his shaft now glistened with Morgan's juices. He watched with immense pride and affection as Morgan blinked, slowly surfacing from her post-orgasmic clouds of glory, and took in Charlotte's smiling, ethereally lovely face, glistening with Morgan's own juices. Purring with pleasure, Morgan reached out and pulled Charlotte into a long, slow, and romantic kiss.

Daniel watched them, cherishing everything about this moment. The perfect contrast between Charlotte's milky, flawless skin and Morgan's silky caramel complexion. Their entwined nude bodies, breasts pressing together. The way that Charlotte sighed with contentment as Morgan's kiss deepened, and curled up closer to her. The little hum of pleasure coming from deep inside Morgan's throat.

Love. It was a dangerous word, so soon into what was a very new kind of relationship for all three of them, but it was the only way to describe what Daniel felt just then.

He bent down to where the girls lay kissing on the couch, and whispered into Charlotte's ear, playfully nibbling between words.

"You turned the tables on Morgan nicely, Char. I'm proud of you. Now what kind of reward would you like?"

Daniel knew his Charlotte. Her request, whatever it might be, would come with stammering, blushes, and nervous giggles. And that just made it all the more enticing.

 

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Charlotte was completely consumed by the kiss that Morgan was giving her. It was steamy and the way she moaned while tasting herself drove a jolt of desire through Charlotte's whole body.

It took her a moment to recover from Morgan's kiss and understand the question Daniel was asking her. Then she blushed, her eyes going wide at the question while a million dirty possibilities ran through her mind. "I... um... I want Morgan to... Wait no, I want you... No... Um. I don't know," she admitted, blushing brightly. There were too many options!

She looked from Daniel to Morgan and back again, both of them grinning broadly at her. Whatever she got, she wanted both of them. That's when she got the idea that she wanted, the thought sending both a bolt of arousal through her and brightened her blush even further. "I, um, I want you to, um, take me from be-behind..." she admitted.

That was when Morgan gave a small, aroused giggle at the notion of watching Daniel fuck Charlotte from behind, and the sound made Charlotte dip her head in embarrassment. Morgan saw it, and cooed gently, placing a soft kiss against Charlotte's shoulder. "I'm not laughing at you, baby. I'm just excited." She smiled reassuringly at the smaller blonde, kissing her again. "Tell us what else you want."

Charlotte nodded, taking a deep breath. "I want... I want to taste you while Daniel's behind me."

Morgan moaned at that, her body pressed into Charlotte's. "Mmmm, sweetie, I could never say no to that."

 

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Daniel stroked Charlotte's white-blonde hair lovingly, feeling a wave of pride and adoration mingled with arousal at the way she'd finally, frantically managed to stammer out her desires. There was a sly smile on Morgan's beautiful face and they exchanged conspiratorial glances. She's incredible, isn't she? There was something simultaneously so sweet and so sexy about Charlotte shyly asking for such wild, dirty things to be done to her.

A moment later, she had bent over, her hands placed on either side of Morgan's hips and her head dipped down over the darkhaired beauty's lap. Daniel, standing behind her with his cock massively erect, took a moment to take in the peerless beauty of the tableau before him.

Charlotte's skin was as smooth and pure as creamy ivory, from her perfect, pert little ass, enticingly raised into the air, to her straight slender spine and the curve of her shoulders, a tangle of white-gold locks falling on to them. Her legs were quivering as though they could barely support her, as though they needed the sturdy, massive pillar of Daniel's cock plugged between them to make her whole and complete.

Charlotte's pale skin made a gorgeous contrast with Morgan's luscious, caramel-coloured body. Daniel's gaze ran up past Charlotte's blonde head, to Morgan's slim waist and those huge, sumptuous breasts above it, capped by dusky rose nipples, then finally her lovely face, her brown eyes lit up with sensuous fire, a secret smile on her full lips. Last time, Charlotte had gotten to see Morgan's face in the throes of orgasm -now Daniel was going to have that pleasure.

His reverie had not lasted more than seconds but Charlotte, her need as urgent as that of a little wild creature in heat, looked back forlornly, not feeling the contact she craved. She wiggled her ass friskily and then looked horrified at her forwardness, even now, blushing as deep a crimson as Daniel had ever seen.

He smiled at her, with both reassurance and promise in his eyes, then stepped forward. His hands went to her slim hips. He pushed forward, introducing just a couple of inches into her incredibly tight, welcoming pussy, letting her adjust to it and begin her work on Morgan. She felt incredible.

 

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Charlotte gasped aloud when Daniel's cock finally started pressing into her. She felt herself stretch deliciously and moaned, her head dropping slightly, straight into Morgan's lap where she was met with her best friend's sweet smelling arousal. She pushed simultaneously back against Daniel's cock and her head forward into Morgan's wet folds. She was oddly nervous about licking Morgan like this - she'd just finished doing so, yes, but that had been while Daniel has been fucking her. How was little Charlotte supposed to pleasure a woman like Morgan all by herself?

Morgan, meanwhile, threw her head back in heady lust while Charlotte started licking uncertainly at her clit. She was very sensitive after her last orgasm, so, unbeknownst to Charlotte, this gentle hesitance was actually perfect to get the dark-hairs beauty warmed up again. Morgan placed a gentle hand on Charlotte's head, threading her fingers through the soft blond tresses, and moaned. "That's perfect Char. Just like that..." She looked up at Daniel, a certain playful fire in her eyes, and started instructing Charlotte on how to eat her out between her moans and cries, making sure to use enough detail to make sure that Daniel would know exactly what was happening between her legs.

 

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The sight before him was one of extraordinary erotic power and beauty. Charlotte, as slight, fair and fragile in her nudity as a young nymph or a fairy tale princess, bent over to be taken, her shimmering blonde head plunged between Morgan's legs. Morgan looked like a golden goddess of love being worshipped by a virginal young acolyte, her huge firm breasts moving as she shivered and stirred under Charlotte's first tentative little licks.

Morgan affectionately ran a hand through Charlotte's white-gold hair, cooing instructions and encouragement, all the while looking knowingly at Daniel. Shy, sweet little Charlotte was their willing, devoted plaything for the afternoon. Even now, Morgan's moans deepened and became huskier and more yearning in timbre, as Charlotte slowly became more confident. It felt like Morgan's whispered instructions were intended as much for Daniel's ears, pushing his arousal further and further.

He had remained stationary while Charlotte took her first steps in pleasing Morgan, but now he began to move again. He took a grip on her slim hips and slowly pushed himself forward, gasping at the wet, warm embrace of her velvet pussy, which seemed to squeeze and suck at his cock with incredible eagerness. Angling his cock just so, he slammed into her from behind, pushing her down into Morgan's pussy, alternating his thrusts to harmonise with Charlotte's licks.

 

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For the moment, Charlotte couldn't imagine wanting to be anywhere else. Daniel had started thrusting into her with a regular rhythm, pushing her face into Morgan's sweet, waiting pussy. She pressed the flat of her tongue against Morgan's clit and moaned each time Daniel buried himself into her, drawing a breathy cry of pleasure from the dark-haired beauty at the feeling of Charlotte's tongue vibrating against her little bundle of nerves.

Morgan was holding Daniel's gaze, but Charlotte's mouth was, apparently naturally talented, and she was already starting to strive for her edge. Her gaze started losing focus and her eyelids started fluttering shut each time Charlotte's face pressed into her needy slit. "Yes, oh Char, that's right baby..." She gave up trying to hold Daniel's gaze and threw her head back, her jaw dropping in a low, sultry moan that grew in intensity until, abruptly, it became a cry and her whole body went rigid with orgasm.

Charlotte had felt it coming - she felt the twitches of Morgan's pussy come quicker and more intensely. Pleased at her success and eager for the flood of juices she knew was coming, Charlotte started licking and sucking with even greater abandon, pressing even harder into Morgan's crotch, as if trying to push her tongue as deep inside as Daniel's cock. She started gasping, excited by both the subtle increase in Daniel's pace - apparently he could see Morgan's closeness too - and the gushing sweet liquid coating her mouth. When Morgan finally came, Charlotte lapped it up greedily, completely focused on the lovely, musky sweetness in her mouth.

In fact, so distracted was she by Morgan's orgasm that her own orgasm caught her by surprise. Daniel buried himself into her once again and suddenly, Charlotte was seeing stars. She cried out, the sound muffled by Morgan's still-twitching pussy, and fell slightly forward into Morgan, until her upper torso was pressed against Morgan's lower one, her cheek coming to rest on one of Morgan's sumptuous breasts. Her eyes squeezed shut while her face was contorted in pleasure, and she didn't even feel Morgan's fingers under her chin, gently tilting her head up so Morgan could watch the pleasure play across her pale features as she came hard all over Daniel's cock.

 

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Daniel watched the expression on Morgan's face change with greedy intensity, letting it guide his own thrusts into Charlotte's exquisitely tight, wet little pussy. Morgan was trying to hold his gaze, gaining the same erotic frisson from being able to watch the tall, strong man as he forcefully ploughed into her petite, delicate, fair and fragile Charlotte, fucking her with palpable masculine ardour and power. But her eyes began to become glassy and roll up in her head as Charlotte eagerly increased her attentions, rapaciously licking and sucking, her moans transmitted thrillingly over the bud of Morgan's clitoris.

Daniel sensed that Morgan was approaching a glorious climax and that Charlotte was speeding up her movements, as sweetly responsive and eager for her partner's pleasure as she always was with Daniel. Daniel hammered away, now going at it with the unstoppable speed and strength of a pisto. Charlotte always looked so ethereal and fragile, that at the start of their relationship he had hesitated to fuck her with the full force at his disposal. But he'd quickly learned that the small girl was much tougher than she looked, and that she could appreciate a rough, raw fuck just as much as a more seductive, romantic technique. Huffs of breath came between Daniel's lips as he slammed into her, his balls slapping against her toned, tight little ass each time.

Her pussy was so good, so squeezing tight and juicy, so moulded to his cock. Morgan's writhing body transfixed his gaze, her huge breasts jiggling and bouncing enticingly as Charlotte's attentive tongue blasted her straight into an epic orgasm. She looked seraphically beautiful -lustrous brown eyes shining like stars, joyful pleasure written all over her gorgeous face, her pussy spurting its juices straight into Charlotte's greedy mouth.

Daniel took that moment to ram deep into her from behind and all at once Charlotte's body stiffened and she gave a helpless cry of pleasure as her orgasm claimed. She fell forwards on to Morgan's breasts and Daniel just had time to take in the detail of Morgan tilting Charlotte's face upwards to admire it before he came himself, shooting rope after rope of hot, sticky white cum deep into Charlotte, so much of it that some of it ran down her slender, bare legs.

Daniel caught his breath, standing back for a moment to admire his girls, lying in one another's arms on the couch -two contrasts in supreme beauty, naked, lovely, thoroughly fucked and thoroughly satisfied. He cast himself down beside them and threw an arm around Morgan's shoulder, kissing first her and then bending down to kiss Charlotte, relishing the taste of Morgan on her soft lips.

"Mmm.... " he said. It was perfect. The first blissfully erotic afternoon of what he sensed were to be many, many more.

 

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Charlotte let herself collapse forward, resting her body firmly against Morgan's. With a small smile, she kissed the darker woman, parting from her only when she felt Daniel crash to the couch next to them so he could kiss each of them in turn.

Stretching lazily, Charlotte scooted over a little until she was seated on Daniel's lap, purring happily while she curled up into a ball against his chest. She placed her hands on Morgan's shoulders with a smile and pulled her close, drawing Morgan even closer to them until her body was molded against Daniel's side and her arm draped across Charlotte's waist. Morgan, of course, took immediate advantage of that position, her fingers tracing shapes over the creamy skin of Charlotte's hip until she reached her supple bottom, which she pinched quickly, making Charlotte squeak, blush, and then laugh.

This was wonderful. It was perfect. Neither woman could have hoped for a better outcome. The sexual tension that had been boiling between them unseen and even mostly unnoticed had finally been released, and now they had Daniel to share too. There should have been questions. How was this going to work, as a relationship? Should they be concerned about mundane issues, like the fact that, in their current situation, Morgan and Charlotte would get to spend more time together than Daniel could? Should there be concerns about future jealousy, or the judgement of others? What were their sleeping arrangements going to be like now?

Charlotte was the most inclined to let such anxieties bother her, and yet she found that they couldn't touch her, not feeling as completely wrapped as she was in the arms of both of her loves - dare she call them that? Not out loud, perhaps, but she was certain it was true. Such thoughts had already been dancing through her head concerning Daniel, and she had already loved Morgan so much that it felt wonderfully easy to simply slip from the platonic-but-sexually-charged love she had felt for so long into a more romantic love.

It was perhaps odd that, of the concerns that didn't bother her, the one that stuck with her was the thought of sleeping arrangements. Her bed wasn't small, but it felt cozy with just her and Daniel - it might start feeling uncomfortably squished with Morgan added regularly into the mix. Before she could quite stop herself, she yawned and said, "I think I'll need to buy a bigger bed." She hadn't meant to say it aloud, and when she realized she had, she blushed, ducking her head slightly when Morgan chuckled at the observation.

 

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There was a sound that Daniel grew to love over the next couple of weeks.

Well, there were many, ranging from Charlotte's high, fluting cries of pleasure to Morgan's husky, sensuous moans, but there was one that had a special place in his heart. It was the sound of Charlotte hesitantly clearing her throat, a soft and small sound that was invariably accompanied by a deep, crimson blush. It meant that she was going to shyly stammer out the details of a new position she'd like to try. Her alluring, sweetly sexy hesitancy failed to both entertain and arouse Daniel and Morgan, and they always cruelly made her spell out the exact details of each new combination, mock-innocently pretending not to understand and forcing her to go into ever-greater detail, blushing ever more deeply.

The truth was that, although Charlotte's past experiences had been far less sexually adventurous than those of both Morgan and Daniel, she was making up for lost time with a vengeance now. Even Daniel was sometimes both surprised though delighted by sweet, innocent little Charlotte's suggestions.

All three of them had to lay down strict and solemn rules on when and where, since the temptation was overpoweringly strong to simply fuck each other all the time, everywhere, and the hell with work and propriety. The rules were often honoured in the breach, but they were still there. Daniel, soon issued with his own set of keys, was now spending more time in Morgan and Charlotte's apartment than he was at his own. He grew used to letting himself in, to hear the sounds of panting and moaning coming from one of the bedrooms (when they'd gotten as far as the bedrooms, anyway). He never lost any time in joining his girls.

His work began to lose its savour -Daniel only really felt truly alive when he was with Morgan and Charlotte. Bantering with Morgan, watching Charlotte paint... and the heavenly, blissful sex.

Lying in Charlotte's new king-sized bed, Morgan mounted panting on his cock while his tongue burrowed into Charlotte's tight pink pussy, the two girls exchanging passionate kisses and massaging one another's breasts while he pleasured them simultaneously.

Both of them lying entwined and grinding together, breathlessly kissing as he alternated rapid fire between their two pussies, driving them ever closer to ecstasy.

The two of them arranged in the 69 position, Charlotte's pale body startlingly fair against Morgan's delicious caramel skin, wet licking sounds and gasps filling the air, and redoubling as he thrust into Charlotte from behind, Morgan's catlike lapping tongue now alternating between his thick shaft and Charlotte's pussy.

The two young beauties leaning over his lap and pressing their lips together around his cock, the tips of their tongues playfully slipping out to explore and touch each other.


Morgan loved instructing Charlotte, loved encouraging and cajoling her, loved to lick and suck Daniel's cock until it glistened, then watching him slide the massive, lubricated cock into Charlotte's tight sex. And Charlotte was the aptest pupil anyone could ever have wished for -she loved learning new ways to pleasure her two lovers and she loved being praised for her efforts. She would wriggle and shiver with pure glee at being told she was doing well, and proudly redouble her attentions. For Charlotte, the ultimate pleasure lay in bringing pleasure to others.

And Daniel found that he loved... Morgan and Charlotte. It was that pure and that simple, regardless of how breathtakingly obscene things got in the bedroom. He had realised it early on and accepted it with characteristic, matter-of-fact calm. He had never enjoyed anyone's company so much, never had so many extraordinary, epic romps in the bedroom -encounters that fuelled instead of sating the primal fire he felt for them both. They had become the most important aspects of his life. He knew he loved them both. He hadn't said it yet, this being unexplored territory for all three of them, but it was coming, he knew.

He'd made neither an effort to conceal nor to advertise their unconventional relationship. It was early days yet, and he hadn't been introduced into Morgan and Charlotte's circle of friends, but they'd already raised a couple of eyebrows at the bakery. The first day, he'd happened to be in the company of just Morgan. Like most people who'd met her even once, the bakery staff were fiercely protective of Charlotte. Seeing her boyfriend canoodling with her roommate drew looks of disappointment and fierce disapproval from the waiters, who'd icily ignored Daniel's polite greetings. Those looks had turned to confusion when Charlotte arrived, sunnily greeted both Morgan and Daniel with a kiss on the lips to both, and sat down between them.


Daniel couldn't remember whose idea it was, although he'd an inkling Morgan might have at least planted the seeds. Charlotte's huge, cerulean eyes had grown even wider than usual at the idea, and she had flushed more vividly than ever. But now here she was on the bed, stripped naked while Daniel and Morgan carefully tied her slender wrists to her ankles, leaving her totally vulnerable to whatever the two of them might have in mind. He'd been worried at first that this might be too much, too far but Charlotte had been positively insistent that they try it from the moment the idea had been broached.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

 

[slut_in_white]

Morgan spent the last few weeks wishing she could spend every hour of the day at home and in bed with her lovers. He was the happiest and most satisfied (both sexually and emotionally) that she could ever remember being. Morgan had never, ever been a creature of monogamy, and while this wasn't strictly a monogamous relationship, it was incredibly unusual for her to be happy with remaining loyal to a limited number of people. With Charlotte and Daniel, however, the thought of straying never even entered her mind. Which wasn't to say she was normally a cheater, but rather than it was practically unimaginable for her to "settle down" like this at all.

But here she was, and she was loving every minute of it. So much so, in fact, that she found herself with precious little patience for interruptions, so when the doorbell rang right after she and Daniel had gotten Charlotte all tied up and comfortable, she nearly growled aloud. Cursing under her breath, she stalked naked out of the bedroom and up to the door, fully intending to open it and reveal her naked and clearly aroused body to whoever was on the other side; she wanted them to know they were interrupting something.

It was a good thing, then, that she took a quick peek through the peephole before opening the door. Her face went pale and she started looking desperately around for something to wear while the door handle rattled. "Shit! Shit!" She looked up at Daniel coming out of the room, clearly surprised by the sound of her cursing like that, and she looked up at him. "It's Charlotte's parents! Oh god, they probably think their baby is still a virgin! You can't go into Charlotte's room while they're here." She scooped up the cable-knit dress she'd discarded on the couch upon walking in the door this afternoon, silently thanking her slightly-messier-than-Charlotte tendencies, and pulled it on over her head. She motioned for Daniel to get out of view of the door, ran her fingers through her hair to make herself look less freshly-fucked, and pulled the door open with a charming smile.

"Mr and Mrs Spencer! What a lovely surprise!"

They were both older people - old enough that one would guess Charlotte was probably the younger of many children. Both of them looked somewhat startled by Morgan: not in the least because the dress, while not strictly scandalous, revealed a significant length of her long, smooth legs, and was certainly more revealing than such a conservative couple might approve of. Still, Morgan spun a few more generous greetings, asking them what they were doing in town, how the trip was, anything to keep the conversation moving and them distracted from inspecting Morgan's appearance too much. And to keep them from looking to closely over her shoulder while - she hoped - Daniel found something to wear. And all the while, she remained intensely aware of the fact that Charlotte was helplessly bound in the bedroom, and that Daniel couldn't be seen in there, so he wasn't going to be able to get her untied. But how in God's name was Morgan going to get in there without raising any suspicion?

 

[Maka]

Daniel had considered simply starting without Morgan. He was sure it wouldn't take her more than a few minutes or so to send whoever was at the door away, and Charlotte presented such an incredibly tempting sight right now -her pale slenders parted provocatively, her huge blue eyes wide with desire and anticipation, the cute little pink nipples tipping her small, finely formed breasts stiff with arousal. He could at least start licking Charlotte's pussy, getting that waifish body wet and ready for the onslaught of pleasure it was about to receive. Reading his thoughts, Charlotte nodded eagerly.

Then he heard Morgan swearing in the next room. She sounded not angry, but uncharacteristically panicked. Charlotte's look of confusion matched his own. He laid a single fond kiss on her milky inner thigh and grabbing underpants, jeans and T-shirt, made his way into the main room.

"It's Charlotte's parents! Oh god, they probably think their baby is still a virgin! You can't go into Charlotte's room while they're here."

Daniel understood instantly. Charlotte had mentioned her parents from time to time and while it was clear that she loved them, they came across as both conservative and over-protective of their darling baby girl, the youngest of a large family. Several times while he had been over, Charlotte had fielded concerned calls from them (once, memorably, while Morgan had been in the act of licking her pussy. Charlotte, flushing gloriously, had to do her best to repress squeals and moans of ecstasy all the while).

Charlotte's parents weren't even ready to hear that their daughter even had a boyfriend, let alone about the erotic menage a trois she had leaped into so wholeheartedly. And Daniel didn't want to think about what might happen if they made their way into Charlotte's room and saw their baby trussed up with her legs parted and her pretty pink pussy exposed, wet and eager for a hard fucking.

Obeying Morgan's frantic gestures, he made his way behind the island in the kitchen, where he began hastily pulling on his clothes, thinking all the while. Barefoot as he was, he certainly wouldn't be able to maintain that he was simply a casual visitor.

Morgan, meanwhile, had pulled on her dress and opened the door. Daniel had to hope that the Spencers wouldn't look too closely at her (probably a foregone hope, at least as far as the male half of the couple was concerned). Morgan, of course, always radiated sex appeal -her every little motion and gesture somehow naughty, sensual and provocative, but right now, it was screamingly clear (at least to Daniel), that here stood a girl who had been torn away unsatisfied halfway through a glorious fuck session. Her lips were soft and swollen from kissing both Charlotte and Daniel, there was a delicate flush hueing her perfect caramel features, and her eyes were still a little wide and unfocused.

But the Spencers, although raising eyebrows at Morgan's revealing dress, seemed unaware of or at least willing to ignore her state.

"Oh yes! We just got into town. We wanted to surprise our girl!," Mrs Spencer -a small, kindly-looking woman in her sixties explained. "I don't think we've seen her since Christmas. Is she about?"

Daniel had by now got his clothes on and, by thinking deep and calming thoughts, calmed his erection down. He decided it was time to enter the scene and cleared his throat.

"Good heavens. Where did you spring from?"

Mr Spencer's tone was jocular, but he couldn't conceal the suspicion and alarm with which he was looking at Daniel. Dressed only in a rumpled white T-shirt and jeans, the hard biceps of Daniel's upper arms, his athletic figure, and the washboard flat line of his stomach was shown off. He was not just a man in the living space of Mr Spencer's sweet, innocent and virginal daughter, but he was a very masculine man indeed -a lean wolf. All of the quiet courtesy of his entrance could not disguise the hunter in Daniel's nature. He was not the kind of man one wished to find in one's daughter's flat, particularly so clearly at ease.

"I'm Daniel. I'm Morgan's boyfriend, sir."

Mr Spencer relaxed a little at this information, although he still clearly was uncomfortable with this man's presence anywhere near Charlotte.

"Where is Char?" Mrs Spencer continued, after Daniel had shaken hands with them both.

Daniel hesitated.

"I think she's still sleeping, isn't she, Morgan?"

"Then we'll go and wake her up!" Mrs Spencer announced with great excitement. "It'll be such a surprise!"