An Unexpected Turn of Events (closed for Maka)

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"Then we'll go wake her up!"

Morgan, thankfully, had stepped aside to let the Spencers into the apartment, so they weren't looking at her face when Mrs Spencer suggested that. They couldn't see the flash of panic on her normally relaxed, perpetually amused and lustful features.

"No!"

Mrs Spencer turned to look at Morgan, surprised by the abruptness of her response, but by that time, Morgan had forced her expression back into one of calm congeniality and she smiled. "I'm sorry, Mrs Spencer, but Charlotte was up quite late last night, working." And while it was true that Charlotte had been up late the previous night, it was most certainly not because of work. "I'm afraid she was so lacking in sleep that she started feeling a bit ill. I don't want her feeling like she has to get out of bed before she's ready this morning, but I think we both know that she will if she knows you're here."

Mrs Spencer frowned at that, but nodded. "Yes, yes, you're right of course. Poor dear. Has work been terribly busy for her recently?"

Morgan nodded, stepping gracefully past them towards Charlotte's room. There had still been some well-hidden tension in her body while the Spencers were still closer to the door when she was - Daniel would have been perfectly able to see her relax the moment she was between them and Charlotte. "Busier than usual, yes, but not terribly. Last night was simply a case of bad luck." And with that, Morgan slipped into Charlotte's bedroom.

She turned around once the door closed to see Charlotte struggling against her bonds. She'd heard her parents voices and panicked at the thought of them seeing her like this. Morgan's pupils dilated with lust at the sight of Charlotte so exposed, but concern for Charlotte's emotional state crushed that almost immediately. "Char," she whispered, coming to sit at the smaller girl's side. She pressed a gentle kiss to Charlotte's temple and started gently untying the notes. "Baby, you're hurting yourself. Stop struggling. I'm getting you out."

Indeed, Charlotte's wrists and ankles had all grown pink and raw with her struggles, rubbing much harder against the soft rope than it was ever intended. The ropes were lovely silk, soft enough not to damage her skin during blissful sex, but even the softest of ropes wouldn't be able to prevent chafing like that when she was struggling to escape them. With each bond released, Morgan lifted the injured wrist or ankle and pressed a small, gentle kiss to the rubbed skin.

The moment Charlotte was free, she threw herself into Morgan's arms, clinging to her and shaking slightly. Morgan held her close for a minute, stroking her hair and whispering soft comforts. Once she seemed to calm a little, Morgan explained the excuses she'd given to stall the Spencers. Then she gave Charlotte a soft, sweet kiss on her lips. "And Daniel told them he was my boyfriend."

Charlotte nodded, looking sad. "That... makes the most sense, I suppose."

Morgan frowned, her heart breaking. For as long as the Spencers were here, Daniel would be Morgan's and Morgan's alone. It wasn't as though they could simply avoid affection altogether - the Spencers knew Morgan, and they'd be suspicious if there wasn't at least a minimal amount of it. And poor Charlotte would be left out. Morgan knew Charlotte would be okay the moment they left, because both she and Daniel would instantly be about spending the next however-long-she-needed showering her with attention and affection to make up for this visit... but until then, Charlotte was going to be alone. And Morgan hated it.

She sighed, pressing another loving kiss to Charlotte's mouth, this one longer and distinctly lustful. She wanted Charlotte, but more, she wanted Charlotte to know she was wanted. "The moment this becomes too much, the moment you want to end the little charade and tell your parents everything, we will. You just say the word, okay?"

Charlotte nodded. "It's alright, Morgan. I know you and Daniel aren't happy about this either, and it's not as though you're the one hiding your lifestyle from your parents. This is my choice. I'll live with the consequences."

 

[Maka]

Daniel's face was normally a handsome enigma, its composed features giving little indication as to the thoughts that might be going on underneath. But now he had to work to keep the concern from his face. He knew that in the next room Charlotte would be panicking and struggling against the bonds that he and Morgan had tied all too well. His heart went out to her, knowing how that little heart must be pounding with terror and embarassment at the moment. But he had to have faith in Morgan's ability to quickly and competently free, then calm her down. He would have wanted to go in himself, to reassure Charlotte as he felt only he could, take her in his arms until her heartrate settled and the panic melted from her eyes... but her parents would certainly not have been able to accept "Morgan's boyfriend" entering their daughter's room.

He was taking the measure of them now. It was obvious that Charlotte got her gentleness and sweetness from her mother, who was smiling happily at both her husband and Daniel, but clearly anxious for her daughter to emerge. And Daniel thought that the timidity and shyness in Charlotte's nature must come from the influence of her sternly protective father. He spoke little, and was polite, but there was still the impression of a forceful, powerful quality to him that vaguely reminded Daniel of someone else, although he could not have said who.

Mrs Spencer did most of the talking, both of the men happy to let her do so. Daniel occupied himself, and tried to drive out worries about Charlotte, by making coffee. Charlotte, whose taste was always superb, insisted on only the finest Columbian coffee grounds and a state of the art cafetiere in gleaming stainless steel. As he calmly and unhurriedly set about the business of making the coffee, Daniel thought back to luxurious, drowsy mornings lying in bed with Morgan. The delicious smell of fresh coffee would waft in from the kitchen, until presently Charlotte's tousled white-blonde head would peek around the door and she would proudly carry in a tray with three steaming cups of cofee and set it down on the side. She loved to slip out of bed and prepare coffee and breakfast while the other two dozed. Of course, sometimes the coffee would cool forgotten on its tray as Daniel and Morgan, awakened and aroused by their lover's reentrance, would pull her into bed and resume the night's activities.

"This is new!"

Mrs Spencer's exclamation cut across Daniel's reverie. He turned to see what she was looking at, and realised that it was the most recent of Charlotte's paintings. She had begun it, in fact, the day after she, Morgan and himself had initiated their strange, wonderful romance. Mrs Spencer was examining it, her head cocked to one side.

"There's something different about it. It's so, so... "

Daniel knew what she meant. Charlotte's previous works had been vivid and powerful but somehow also restrained, with a kind of melancholy or fear underlying them. This piece, by contrast, was brilliant and gorgeous with a kind of wild, happy, and unabashed eroticism to it. It was the visual equivalent of the sweet, piercing cries of ecstasy Charlotte would give off at the height of her orgasm.

Mrs Spencer was frowning.

"It's funny. Nobody but our Char could ever have painted it, and yet at the same time, it doesn't... "

"I think it's wonderful," Daniel said, almost reverently. "It lights the room up."

He'd spoken unguardedly, and only just managed to hold back his final thought: Just like Charlotte does. Even so, he receieved a strange look from Mr Spencer. Daniel had not quite managed to keep the adoration from his voice when he spoke of the couple's daughter.

 

[zora_little]

*sorry, wrong window*

 

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It was only a moment after Daniel's comment about the painting that Morgan and Charlotte came out of Charlotte's room again. Charlotte made a show of yawning and rubbing her eyes, but the bright, sunshine smile that came after when she saw her mother was genuine. She really did love her parents, and it had been too long since she'd seen them.

She crossed the room to give her mother a big hug, then her father. They greeted each other warmly, leaving Morgan to slip across the room to Daniel.

Charlotte's parents spent the afternoon with them, distracting Charlotte from the potential discomfort and awkwardness of having to see Daniel and Morgan's casual, affectionate touches without being much a part of them. Of course, several times out of habit, Morgan reached across the couch to caress Charlotte in some manner or another, only to realize halfway through the motion that she shouldn't be allowed to touch her roommate that way. It meant, each time, that she had to divert the motion into something else, occasionally resulting in some rather strange actions on Morgan's part. Thankfully, however, the Spencers didn't seem too suspicious of whatever it was she was doing - they clearly thought she was behaving strangely, but it never seemed to occur to them that she was hiding any sort of affection for their daughter.

And Daniel and Charlotte both seemed to think it was hilarious, both of them hiding amused smiles every time she did it.

 

[Maka]

Even under the circumstances, it was a pleasant afternoon. The Spencers were good company -Mrs Spencer's sweetness and warmth a perfect complement for Mr Spencer's more laconic, wry style. Daniel recalled that it was just he and Charlotte going out, she'd been excited (and a little sweetly nervous, because she was Charlotte) about the prospect of introducing him to them. Daniel felt an odd stab of regret then -that because of the circumstances he was meeting his lover's parents as just an acquaintance, not a prospective son-in-law.

He rebuked himself for the selfishness of that thought. The situation was Charlotte's call, and only Charlotte's. But still... there was a slight sting, to the idea that he and Morgan were Charlotte's dirty little secret, that perhaps her parents would never learn the truth about her daughter's love-life.

Morgan distracted him from his thoughts. As always, the darkhaired beauty brought a truly outrageous level of steamy, seductive intensity to her slightest gesture and movement, whether it was leaning forward so that her large and firm breasts nearly popped out of her dress or bending over to pick something off the floor, the movement pushing her mouthwatering ass up for admiration. These moments seemed even more frequent than usual -indeed, Daniel could only last recall Morgan seeming this overt in the very last couple of days before they had initiated their menage. And Daniel suspected it was for the very same reason -Morgan's mounting sexual frustration at the unfamiliar sensation of being around someone she wanted but couldn't have.

Daniel had had some vague idea of proposing a 'sex-fast' to Morgan, in solidarity with Charlotte, until the Spencers had left, so that the petite blonde should have no reason to feel left out. Watching Morgan stretch and shift restlessly on the couch, he decided, not at all reluctantly, that this girl probably needed the pressure-valve release of a good, hard fucking. For purely therapeutic reasons. Morgan's huge breasts jiggled with her movement and she settled back against his shoulder with a little sigh, white little teeth biting into her lower lip. Perhaps more than one good, hard fucking. They'd keep track of her orgasms and make sure Charlotte was 'paid back' as soon as possible.

Several times, Morgan reached out for Charlotte out of sheer force of habit, intended to stroke her delicate cheek or run a hand through her silky, fine blonde hair. Each time, she had to catch herself at the last moment and implausibly pretend to be adjusting the set of a cushion or, on one occasion, making a vague kind of airplane motion through the air for no apparent reason. But Charlotte's parents' attention was entirely on their baby girl.

Evening was falling outside.

"How about I take everyone out to dinner?" Mr Spencer asked.

Mrs Spencer clapped her hands. "Oh, that would be lovely! Where's your favorite place in town, Charlotte? We'll take you all there!"

Charlotte's favorite place wouldn't do at all, since Daniel and Charlotte, who was as always something of a favorite among the staff, had last dined there as a couple -and some revealing comment was almost guaranteed. Daniel thought fast.

"Well, actually, there's a new place I think we've all been wanting to try. L'escargot Bleue. But really, Morgan and I can pay for ourselves..."

The usual masculine quibbling over this ensued but the idea of eating at the French restaurant was generally accepted and soon after, the group set off.

 

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The restaurant was lovely - it was housed in a converted old church, with walls that muffled the sound of the traffic outside, and with lovely tapestries which served to muffle the conversations of other tables. The group was seated at a large, round table in an alcove where the conversation flowed as easily as it had back at the apartment.

Mr Spencer ended up speaking at length with Daniel about the stock market, only to have Charlotte interject from time to time to provide some highly specific number or other. Even Mr Spencer had to laugh with surprise at how precise his daughter's memory could be. It was easy to forget, with her innocent exterior, how sharp she could be.

Charlotte, for her part, sat between Morgan and her mother, and seemed to love every minute of conversation. The only darkness that ever crossed her features was when she looked across the table to see Daniel and Morgan touching each other. Since their relationship began, she had been floating almost constantly in adoring affection, and she loved it. She was always engaged in some kind of affection - even if it was just a gentle caress or held hand - with either Morgan or Daniel, often both. She even recognized that it wasn't terribly uncommon for the two of them to show affection to each other without her; sometimes, they'd sit together on the couch in each others' arms while they watched Charlotte paint. Normally, the sight of the two of them together didn't bother her at all - she loved seeing them happy together, and, to be honest, she found the sight of the two of them pressed together more than a little arousing. They did, after all, making a stunningly beautiful couple. Morgan, all soft curves and come-hither looks, contrasted beautifully with Daniel's sharp, masculine lines and precise intensity. The only problem was, Charlotte wanted to join them. She wanted to crawl up onto one of their laps and press loving kisses to all the places where their skin met. She was okay with watching the two of them, sometimes, because she was always so very sure in the knowledge that they were as utterly hers as she was theirs. But tonight felt... different. It felt off. Though she knew nothing had changed in the way they felt about each other, it still remained that Charlotte was not free to touch them the way she wanted to.

Not while her parents were watching, anyway. A slight blush rose up on Charlotte's cheeks at the realization that there were things, at the table, right now, that her parents couldn't see. And they wouldn't suspect...

She knew both Morgan and Daniel could tell something was up, because both of their gazes kept lingering on her face where the blush seemed to be setting up permanent residence as she tried to work up the courage to do what she wanted to. All she needed was an excuse...

The waiter arrived with a very timely excuse a moment later, setting down salads in front of all of the dinner guests. He offered pepper and cheese, and then disappeared again in a timely manner and, as everyone else at the table sat for a moment, distracted by the trivial matters of collecting their appropriate fork and appreciating how very delicious the food looked, Charlotte "accidentally" knocked her salad fork off the table. She laughed, her cheeks flaring up into one of her signature blushes, and excused herself. "How clumsy! Just a moment!"

She slipped down off the chair, onto her knees on the floor. The fork was right in front of her, but that was the excuse, rather than the point of this little exercise. Instead, she lifted her gaze to the smooth, caramel expanse of Morgan's leg, peeking out from underneath the little dress she was wearing. And so, very carefully, Charlotte ran a finger up the inside of Morgan's leg, from the ankle to the knee, then began to crawl up her thigh.

Morgan, meanwhile, was answering a question from Mrs Spencer about life as Charlotte's roommate. "I count myself quite lucky. Charlotte is an exemp-!" Morgan paused, choking for a moment as she felt Charlotte's finger tracing a teasing trail up her thigh. She parted her legs very slightly, almost instinctively, and cleared her throat, offering Mrs Spencer an apologetic smile. "An exemplary cook," she finished.

Charlotte couldn't help the pleased little grin that appeared on her face when Morgan's legs parted slightly and she realized that Morgan wasn't wearing any panties. Feeling emboldened, Charlotte continued her meandering path up Morgan's thigh until she reached her waiting - and already wet - pussy. She traced her finger up her girlfriend's wet slit, gathering up a little of her juices, before snatching up the fork with her other hand and finally straightening to rejoin the table.

"Sorry! That was so clumsy of me!" Charlotte exclaimed. The blush hadn't really left, and she caught Morgan's gaze before she ducked her head in a slightly embarrassed motion and covered her mouth with her hand to hide an sheepish grin. Only then, in a motion clearly intended only for Morgan's eyes (and visible only to that half of the table), Charlotte's tongue darted out to collect the little drop of shining liquid on her finger.

Morgan had to bite her lip to contain a noise of arousal. She was already dying after having been denied the delicious treat of Charlotte all tied up like a present in her room, but it seemed Charlotte was intent on torturing her.

 

[Maka]

Daniel knew from Charlotte's blush that some erotic mischief was brewing behind those innocent, clear and crystalline blue eyes. No matter how abandoned Charlotte became in the bedroom, naughty thoughts would always cause her to blush, giggle and squirm like a schoolgirl. It was a quirk that both Morgan and Daniel found sexy as all hell -and right now, he was suppressing a mad impulse to grab Charlotte and have her there and then on the table.

Morgan caught Daniel's eyes. As attuned to Charlotte's moods as he was, it was obvious that she too had picked up on Charlotte's change of expression -and was equally aroused. She shifted restlessly in her seat, a flash of white teeth showing as she bit her lip. With a sharp, vivid and lustful imagination, Daniel could picture the juices moistening her pussy right now.

It didn't take long for Charlotte's plan to be made clear. When she dropped her salad fork with a clatter, she descended under the table after it. Morgan was caressing Daniel's hand. Moments after Charlotte's disappearance under the table, she suddenly stiffened and her slender fingers clutched convulsively at Daniel's hand, while her words trailed off into a strangled squeak.

Charlotte's parents, unsurprisingly, looked politely confused but Daniel had to work hard to keep a grin from his face. Naughty Charlotte! He thought he knew what had just happened, and his suspicions were confirmed moments later when Charlotte emerged, blushing, from under the table wearing a shy but proud smile. She looked confidingly at Morgan, then lovingly licked a drop of moisture from her fingertip.

The hint of a whimper escaped Morgan's full lips before she bit down on her lower lips, her eyes wide and soft with arousal at her lover's shameless, secret affection. Morgan had always had an extraordinary, hair-trigger sensitivity to touches and kisses and Charlotte's mischief was pushing her into a state of incandescent, unsated arousal. Under other circumstances, it would have been neat payback for Morgan's love of teasing Charlotte. But under other circumstances, Charlotte would not have been able to resist Morgan (nobody could). In short order, the two of them would have been naked and writhing and grinding together on Charlotte's bed, with Charlotte also undoubtedly wiggling her tight, cute little ass in a powerful, unspoken message urging Daniel to complete her happiness.

Staring at Charlotte, who was wearing a particularly butter-wouldn't-melt expression of ardent virtue as she poured a glass of water for her mother, Daniel realised that he was now sporting the beginnings of an erection.

I'm going to avenge poor Morgan by fucking you within an inch of your young life, baby, he mentally projected at her, his intense gaze doing all he could to convey the promise. Mr Spencer looked at him, and Daniel smoothed his expression into a bland smile.

"Could you pass the water, Char?"

When Charlotte obliged, their hands touched for just a moment. It was like an electric shock passing between them and Charlotte's hand jerked, spilling water on his sleeve.

"Oh! No, don't worry, ba... don't worry, Charlotte. "

Daniel got up, hoping that Charlotte's parents hadn't noticed his near-slip.

"I should dry this. I'll just be a second."

He passed through a door cut out of a tapestry, into the restaurant's backroom area, but instead of continuing on into the men's restroom, he simply stood for a moment, trying to purge his mind of the wild erotic images running through them.

 

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With Daniel gone, the conversation turned back to Charlotte and her parents, with Morgan listening politely. Or, as politely as she could, given that Charlotte was getting even handsier under the table. Her cool fingers kept sliding temptingly up and down Morgan's thigh, teasing ever closer to her aching, sopping pussy. Morgan was quickly losing all ability to care about propriety and was seriously considering pushing Charlotte down under the table to set that sweet, dexterous tongue of hers to work bringing Morgan to the orgasm she was starting to desperately need.

Her hand actually clenched, physically forcing herself to not grab Charlotte's smooth blonde hair. It was the realization that she was so close that made her realize she had to do something about the sexual tension. Now.

She pushed herself up from her chair, drawing the attention of both Mr and Mrs Spencer, who looked confused. Charlotte, on the other hand, shot Morgan a mischievous little grin, suggesting she knew exactly what the matter was.

Morgan smiled congenially. "I really must excuse myself for a moment. I'll be right back."

She disappeared toward the washroom, only to spot Daniel standing in a secluded corner, trying to recover himself from Charlotte's arousing antics. She steered herself instead over toward him, her gaze fiery, and, without so much as a word when she arrived, pushed him against the wall and kissed him hard. "I'm going to explode," she whispered against his lips. Drawing back for a moment, but with her sumptuous body still pressed hard against his, she gave him a dark, lustful smirk. "Help me."

 

[Maka]

Daniel recognised the sultry light blazing in Morgan's exquisitely beautiful dark eyes. He had often seen it in her gaze as she knelt down before him, her soft lips parting to wrap themselves around his cock or glancing back behind her, her perfect ass wiggling invitingly as she begged for him to mount her from behind. But Morgan was literally shaking with desire now, every inch of her calimastian body set aflame by Charlotte's secret mischief.

She was still pressed against him, her large breasts squeezed against his chest, her lips still swollen and soft with the forceful, passionate kiss. Daniel's cock was massive and stiff, straining at his pants for release. He smiled at Morgan, letting her see the raw desire.

One hand went to her smooth, shapely thigh and dipped below her short, clinging dress to the space between her legs. Even he was surprised by how lushly wet Charlotte's attentions had made Morgan. Her cunt was absolutely drowning in its sweet, fresh juices.

Daniel glanced around. Their corner of the hallway was deserted for the moment, although they could be discovered at any time. The thought just aroused him more. He knelt down and, without a word of warning, whipped up the hem of Morgan's dress and, using the camera on his phone, took a picture of the gorgeous, glistening pink pussy underneath, then sent it to Charlotte.

"Only fair she gets to see her handiwork," he murmured. He remained in his kneeling position. He kissed Morgan's clit, sucking the juices off it with a single slurp, relishing her taste, his hands on her firm ass while he worked.

 

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Morgan's legs would have given out the moment Daniel's mouth started suckling on her clit had his hands not been gripping her ass hard enough to hold her up. Her hands buried themselves in his hair, gripping tight for balance. She hissed, biting back a curse, her hips jerking instinctively against his face. Her body was so teased, so sensitive, that she was already rushing towards orgasm. It shouldn't have come as a surprise, given how tightly she was wound.

"Daniel, ah, fuck!" she gasped, trying desperately to contain her moans. She wanted to scream for him, to let her pleasures echo through the old building and let him know just how much she loved his rough, hot tongue at this exact moment. But, of course, she couldn't. The restaurant was full of people, and while she didn't necessarily mind the idea of people witnessing her pleasure, she wasn't keen on being kicked out or arrested for public indecency, and she certainly didn't want Charlotte's parents finding out. She bit down on her lip, but it wasn't enough; she actually had to lift a hand to her mouth to muffled the choked cry of pleasure she gave when his tongue started penetrating her aching pussy.

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Charlotte wasn't normally the sort to answer her phone at the dinner table, but it was sticking out of her pocket when it buzzed, and it was only by that chance that she saw the notification that she had a text from Daniel. She smiled at the mother, listening to the story she was telling, and slipped the phone out of her pocket, hiding it on her lap under the table. She unlocked it by touch and slipped it out, taking a surreptitious glance down at the screen.

Her breath caught at the picture there. Morgan's bare pussy, pink and swollen, shining and coated with her sweet juices. She could see Morgan's hard clit peeking out from between her thick, soft pussy lips, and the slight shine of wetness dribbling down her inner thighs. Charlotte hadn't realized just how aroused she'd made Morgan. Her own pussy throbbed in response, followed by a little stab of jealousy; the picture had come from Daniel. There was no way he wasn't pleasuring Morgan right now. Right here, in the restaurant. A million dirty images flashed through her mind - Daniel bending Morgan over a table to fuck her from behind, Morgan straddling Daniel on a chair and riding him to bliss. She flushed, squirming a bit at the arousal she was feeling. She wanted nothing more than to join them, but she couldn't leave her parents. They'd get suspicious.

So, instead, she simply smiled again at her mother, nodding at all the right times in the story, and subtly returned Daniel's text with one of her own.

What are you doing to her?

 

[Maka]

Morgan was choking back a near-constant series of stifled moans and exclamations of pleasure. Her knees weak under the barrage of ecstasy, Daniel kept his firm grip on her incredible ass as his tongue worked its wicked will on her clit and pussy, nipping at the soft skin on the inside of her thigh before returning to the slick folds of her cunt, moving between adoring sucks on her clit and thrusts of his tongue into her pussy.

He grinned as his phone buzzed, his mouth wet with Morgan's lush juices and typed a quick response to Charlotte's inquiry.

I'm keeping her fresh and wet and ready for you

One last, long lick. Daniel was almost in a frenzy of desire himself there and then... but he'd made a mental promise. They'd be in such a state by the time Charlotte's parents finally left, he wasn't sure they'd even make it as far as the bed.

He rose, prompting a desolated moan from Morgan, and kissed her hard on the lips, letting her taste her own delicious juices.

"We can't go any further," he whispered. "We have to wait for our girl. You go back first."

Daniel needed to wait a little longer, to allow his huge erection to subside to a more manageable level. It didn't help that he was reflecting all the while of all the places he could have put it -between Morgan's huge breasts, inside her warm and eager mouth... or best of all, in the hot, wet and tight pussy he'd just been tasting.

 

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Morgan couldn't help but stare at Daniel when he told her they had to wait. Some part of her - some tiny, currently insignificant part of her - agreed with him, but most of her was despondent at the idea that he was refusing to finish her. She was going to explode. Panting and squirming, her whole body was coiled tight with sexual tension. She needed release. Part of her seriously considered attempting to drag Daniel into the washroom to have her way with him, but the rest of her realized that, first, he was right about needing to wait for Charlotte, and second, she couldn't have overpowered him even if she wanted to. So instead she simply pouted at him, tugging her skirt back down to make sure she wasn't revealing anything.

"You are too cruel to me," she purred in response, giving him her best lustful look. Then, as a new idea occurred to her, her pout shifted into a mischievous smile. She dropped suddenly to her knees in front of him, pulled open his fly and teased his erection out of his pants. Holding the base in one hand, she grinned up at him. "It's only fair..." Then she plunged his length into her wet and waiting mouth, sucking eagerly. Her tongue lavished his whole length with attention while she pushed his head back into her throat, swallowing around it a few times. Then, just as quickly as she'd started, she pulled back, tucked his length back into his pants, and straightened, grinning at the obvious tent. Then she kissed him, moaning at the taste of her own juices on his lips with the musky flavour of him in her mouth. Her gaze twinkling, she licked her lips and stepped away from him, smirking. "There, now we're even."

She returned to the table with a little extra swing in her hips, where Charlotte was waiting for her with wide, lust-filled eyes. Whatever she and Daniel had been texting about, it had gotten her wildly aroused - she could see it in the little blonde's eyes. A wave of mild resentment came over her at the Spencers - it wasn't fair, she knew, but still, this was doing nothing but making her want them to leave as soon as possible. Were this any other night, the two women and Daniel would abandon dinner entirely in favour of racing home for another round of mind-blowing sex.

It was, needless to say, growing more difficult for both women to continue the conversation, especially given that Morgan, the moment she sat down, started turning the tables on Charlotte's previous touching - keeping her hands under the tablecloth, she started trailing her fingers up and down the inside of Charlotte's thighs. Charlotte thought she was going mad with desire, but she truly had no idea exactly how much will it was taking for Morgan to avoid pushing her girlfriend down onto the table to take her right in the middle of the restaurant.

It was, perhaps, a bit of a saving grace when the food arrived. It gave them a distraction, and an excuse to slow the conversation in favour of simply trying to contain the hot desire radiating from both of them.

 

[Maka]

Daniel was thinking of his girls kissing.

He'd witnessed so many, each blazoned into his memory like brilliant stars.

Charlotte, fresh and sweet as a daisy in the early morning, waking up Morgan with a warm kiss to her lips -then squeaking with surprise as a suddenly-awake Morgan snaked an arm around her neck and pulled her down on to the bed for something much lengthier and more satisfying.

Passionate, urgent kisses -explosions of passion after unusual periods apart. The two girls simply grabbing each other and locking lips with the hunger of wild creatures, their fingers tearing at each other's clothes with feverish impatience.

Slow, langourous kisses, kneeling nude together on the bed -Charlotte's hand stealing between Morgan's legs, her wide blue eyes dancing with delight.

A wet, loving kiss around his cock -the two girls touching tongues in delighted unison as they licked first one way then the other around Daniel's massive, thick manhood.

Pecks on the cheek at the doorway to the apartment, open-mouthed kisses at the height of hot, sensual nights. Sweet and tender kisses and greedy, demanding ones. Now they were denied their pleasure, if just temporarily, and Daniel could never have imagined anything so desolate.

"Daniel? You don't seem hungry."

Daniel looked up at Mrs Spencer's innocent inquiry.

"I'm hungry," he said with a quiet smile. "I'm very hungry."

 

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I'm very hungry.

Morgan nearly moaned aloud. She knew exactly what that meant, and now her imagination, which had already been alight with images of Charlotte back in her room, all trussed up and pretty with her head buried between Morgan's legs, ended up fighting with itself over that particular fantasy and another, in which Morgan was bent over the kitchen counter with Daniel behind her, his cock pounding relentlessly into her.

Charlotte, meanwhile, was still just a bit too innocent to recognize that Daniel had meant anything other than the food, which was probably best given that she and her mother were holding most of the conversation at the table. It remained so for most of the meal, excepting only when Morgan chose to start teasing her hands against Charlotte's thighs between courses.

Thankfully, however, dinner was not a terribly long affair. As it happened, just after dinner, Morgan had started slipping her fingers up under Charlotte's skirt under the table again, and Charlotte had lifted a hand to her mouth to contain a sound of desire. She masked the motion as a yawn, and immediately Mrs Spencer grew concerned. After all, as far as she knew, her arrival in the apartment had interrupted an exhausted Charlotte's nap.

"Charlotte, dear, I know you must be exhausted. Perhaps we should take you back home, sweetheart. So you can get your sleep."

Charlotte had to work to keep the excitement off her face. She felt a slight pang of guilt, lying to her parents so she could spend less time with them, but she also knew it was cruel to force Morgan and Daniel, both of whom seemed to be wound tight enough to snap at any moment, to maintain the charade any longer. She feigned another yawn and smiled a sweet, apologetic smile at her mother. "I think that might be best, yes. I'm sorry."

Charlotte's mother shook her head. "Not at all, dear. Your father and I were in town anyway, on business. Perhaps we could take you out to lunch tomorrow to make up for lost time, if you're available?"

Charlotte grinned, feeling truly better about the idea. She could have a private lunch tomorrow with her mother, to make up for this evening. It was an ideal way to counter the guilt she felt, and she agreed readily.

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Back at the apartment, Morgan could feel her smile growing tense. She didn't resent Charlotte taking her time saying goodbye to her parents, of course, but that didn't make her any more patient. It was grating on her to wait much longer. She might have started pacing, had she not been standing within the view of the door during the goodbye.

The moment she heard the click of the door closing, Morgan was on her. Poor Charlotte didn't even have a chance to turn around - Morgan ended up pressing her up against the door, her sensuous curves pressed up against little Charlotte's back. Charlotte stood, her chest pressed against the door, her cheek resting against the warm wood, while Morgan's arms slipped around her, holding the cute little blonde against the dark-haired beauty in a needy, primal embrace.

"You little tease," Morgan purred, grinding her hips against Charlotte's pert ass. One of her hands, warm and soft, glided up under Charlotte's shirt to cup her breast. The other hiked up Charlotte's skirt, kneading the soft flesh of her thighs. And all the while, she was attacking her slender, smooth neck with fierce, hungry kisses and soft bites.

Charlotte whimpered, squirming with desire even as Morgan kept her pinned to the door. She'd known, of course, that Morgan had been wanting her all through dinner, but knowing it wasn't the same as feeling it. It felt as though Morgan wanted to touch all of her at once, and she was being rougher than she usually was; the sensuous, teasing attitude she usually took with Charlotte had been replaced with raw, hot need.

Morgan took a half-step back, releasing Charlotte suddenly from her pinned position. Charlotte clearly hadn't expected it, because she stumbled slightly. Morgan caught her by the shoulders, steadying her and then spun her around, pushing her right back up against the wall - the motion had moved them a step to the side, no longer against the door, not that it mattered much to either of them. Morgan pressed her body right back up against Charlotte's again, purring as her chest pressed hard up against's Charlotte's. She captured the smaller girl's mouth in a kiss hard enough to bruise lips, but Charlotte only seemed to want more, wrapping her arms tight around Morgan's neck, clinging to her like a buoy in her storm of lust.

 

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"Oh dear!" Mrs Spencer said as she and her husband walked to the car. Mr Spencer raised an eyebrow.

"I left my purse up there," she said with an embarassed blush that made her look, for a moment, startlingly like her daughter. "I'll just nip back up... "


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Daniel watched the blissful embrace avidly. He had never seen anything like the raw hunger in Morgan's movement, the physical craving to feel Charlotte's body pressed against her. The unwonted restraint she had shown all through dinner was not even a memory now. Her hands were all over Charlotte's supple little body, pressing, kneading, caressing, while her mouth greedily kissed, sucked, and nipped at the tender, smooth skin of her neck.

Charlotte for her part was utterly transported, ravished and seduced by Morgan's lustful onslaught and completely given over into the darkhaired young beauty's power. Urgent, desperate little moans escaped her rose-bud lips as Morgan ground her hips against her ass and when the two girls shifted position, she threw herself into Morgan's kiss.

Daniel approached them, savouring the moment, knowing that he had the unbelievable good fortune to be part of it, to enjoy the shared love of these extraordinary, incredible beauties.

Then the door opened and the Spencers came in.

"Sorry, Char, I thought it might be unlocked and... oh dear."

 

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Morgan growled when she heard the door-handle turning, but her hand didn't shift to hold the door closed until it was too late. It didn't even occur to her that the Spencers would be coming back...

Oh dear.

Morgan pulled back from Charlotte, but it was far, far too late. There was no question about what had been happening, even if they hadn't actually seen the two women kissing each other with fiery, lustful passion. The dark-haired beauty's hand was still grasping Charlotte's petite waist, her lips still shining and swollen from kissing their dear daughter. And she couldn't suppress the arousal in her eyes, even as she wiped her mouth and tried to take a step back, as if she could counter what they'd seen by standing a more respectful distance from the small blonde. Her gaze flickered immediately over to Charlotte. She didn't care, frankly, what the Spencers thought of her or their relationship. She did, however, care deeply about Charlotte - about how she felt, about her desire to keep a positive relationship with her parents, about her stress and about her happiness.

Charlotte, meanwhile, looked like a deer caught in headlights. Her blue eyes wide and shocked, she simply stood with her back still pressed against the wall, even with Morgan having stepped away from her, staring at her parents with her mouth popped open. Her face was crimson with embarrassment, and slowly, horror dawned on her face as a million terrible possibilities for how her parents might react passed through her mind.

Morgan could see the fear in her eyes. She couldn't quite stop herself from taking a step back towards Charlotte, the instinct to stand between the tiny blonde and the source of her fear, to protect her from it, overwhelming her for a moment. An irrational pang of anger rushed through her directed at the Spencers - irrational because they hadn't yet even said anything. She'd explode if they rejected her, if they tried to shame Charlotte or cause her any sort of pain, but they hadn't actually done it yet, and it wasn't strictly fair of Morgan to feel anger towards someone for something they hadn't actually done.

The Spencers, for their part, looked simply confused. There was no sign of anger or disapproval (at least, not yet). They simply looked uncertain about just what it was they had seen.

Charlotte reached out and took her mother's hands. "Mom..." She looked terrified.

Morgan felt another pang of anger, but quashed it, instead watching carefully for the Spencers' reactions.

Mrs. Spencer still looked a little lost. "What...?" There was another pause, but then Mr. Spencer took a long look at Charlotte, then Morgan, then Daniel and then back to Charlotte again.

"Ah..." He actually suppressed a grin, his eyes wrinkling at the corners as he turned his gaze back to Daniel. "You're not Morgan's boyfriend, are you? Or not just, I mean."

 

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Charlotte looked stricken and aghast, panic written all over her delicate features. She looked like almost she might faint from the stress, reaching out to take her mother's hands pleadingly. Daniel wanted to embrace her, to take her slim petite body in his arms and hold her close, stroking her fine blonde hair, comforting and protecting her and wordlessly reassuring her, but he knew a display of affection like that was impossible just now.

He could see the same silent struggle taking place on Morgan's lovely face and knew exactly what the darkhaired beauty was thinking.

Then Charlotte's father spoke and somehow Daniel knew from the twinkle in his eye that everything was going to be all right.

"You're not Morgan's boyfriend, are you? Or not just, I mean."

Daniel nodded. "That's right, sir. Morgan, your daughter and I are... together. I'm sorry that we weren't honest with you, and that you found out the way you did, but for what it's worth, I'm glad to have met you. I love Charlotte and I want to be part of her life."

Mr Spencer was shaking his head in baffled wonder. Daniel caught him looking between Morgan and his daughter, two of the most stunningly beautiful young women imaginable, gorgeous contrasts to each other, and muttering "Both of them?" to himself.

"You must be one hell of a man," he observed at last.

"Peter!" exclaimed his wife, shocked out of her bewilderment. Daniel smiled, and shook his head.

"Just an unbelievably lucky one."

Mrs Spencer stirred, placing a finger to her lip in a thoughtful gesture very reminiscent of Charlotte. She took her daughter's hand and stroked it affectionately.

"I only have one question," she said quietly. "And it's the only one that matters. Are you happy, Charlotte? Do Morgan and Daniel make you happy?"

 

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Charlotte still looked uncertain about what was happening when her mother took her hand. The affectionate touch seemed to calm her a little, and she let out a shaking breath she didn't know she was holding in.

Are you happy, Charlotte? Do Morgan and Daniel make you happy?

"Yes!" Charlotte exclaimed, seizing her mother's hand. A smile, nervous though it was, appeared on her lips. "Yes, I can't even express how much I love them! I've never been so happy!"

Mrs Spencer smiled at that, and her eyes fell back upon that new painting of Charlotte's, the one she'd been asking about when she first arrived, and her smile grew soft and affectionate. "Yes, Char. I think I can see that," she said, gesturing to the painting.

Charlotte turned to see what her mother was pointing at, and laughed, blushing. She was pleased her parents recognized the joy in the painting was the result of her new relationship with Daniel and Morgan, but thinking about that, naturally, left her thinking about the context in which she'd painted it; mostly nude, usually with Morgan and Daniel lounging on the couch behind her, watching. She couldn't count the number of times her work was interrupted by the sight of the two of them kissing, caressing or otherwise arousing each other (and Charlotte) to a point where the painting would have to stop for another round of sex.

She liked the thought of her parents knowing that the painting had been inspired by her unusual love. It was just that they didn't necessarily need to know the details of the actual act of painting.

Morgan, meanwhile, couldn't wait any longer and saw no reason to maintain that "respectful distance" anymore, so she took another step towards Charlotte, coming to stand behind her, and placed her warm hands over Charlotte's hips. She smiled at Mrs Spencer and pressed a warm kiss to Charlotte's temple, earning a smile and a blush from the smaller girl, as well as a blush from Mrs Spencer, who seemed both pleased at the sight of such affection, but also a little unused to it.

Mr Spencer, meanwhile, shot Daniel a look at the sight of Morgan kissing Charlotte, and crossed his arms, smirking. "If you don't mind my asking, how on earth did this happen? I have to imagine there's a story behind you ended up in this kind of... unusual relationship, right?"

 

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Daniel thought he'd never see anything as warmingly beautiful as the shy smile that first flitted across Charlotte's delicate, pretty face, lighting it up like the sun in answer to the approval in her mother's eyes. But Daniel had to avoid meeting Morgan's eye as her mother, with innocent enthusiasm, admired Charlotte's painting.

Watching Charlotte paint, her gorgeous face set in an adorably cute mask of concentration and her slender little body naked and displayed to perfection, had been one of Morgan and Daniel's favorite forms of entertainment. Sometimes they had even held a mischevious private competition over who could be the first to convince the sprite-like artist to temporarily lay down her paintbrush and join in the fun. Morgan would rhapsodize, in a husky moan, over the taste of Daniel's cum sucked straight from his cockhead while Daniel would muse aloud about all of the things he could do to Charlotte's limber young body with tongue, fingers, and manhood.

Once it was clear that Charlotte's parents were not going to disapprove, Morgan stepped up to Charlotte and, placing her hands on the blonde girl's slender hips, kissed her on the side of her head. By Morgan's standards it was a restrained, even sisterly kiss but it still caused Charlotte to blush like the sunset. Daniel felt an erotic thrill course through his body at the thought of her arousal just now.

Glancing away, Daniel met the amused gaze of Charlotte's father. Like his wife, Daniel sensed that he approved of anything that made his little girl happy -but he also had a certain bemused admiration for Daniel and his evidently advanced skills in negotiation, having persuaded two extraordinarily beautiful, sexy young women to share him.

"If you don't mind my asking, how on earth did this happen? I have to imagine there's a story behind you ended up in this kind of... unusual relationship, right?"

"Oh there is, sir", Daniel said, an equally amused spark in his eyes. It was certainly a story, even if it wasn't all quite suitable for parents' ears. He paused, moved by a mischevious impulse, and avoided looking at Charlotte -allowing her to believe, just for a moment, that he intended to tell her parents the whole, entirely uncensored story.

"Morgan and I... knew each other from before. I met Charlotte in a bookstore and asked her out, not realising that Morgan was her flatmate. It... took some time to realise that we all wanted was right in front of us."

 

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Charlotte played right into Daniel's hands, shock and a moment of horror playing across her features during that pregnant pause, fearing - irrationally - that he was going to explain all the sordid details of how they ended up together. Of course, she realized with one of her signature blushes that she should have known better, that Daniel would never do something that would cause her such embarrassment, but when she met his gaze and saw the mischief in his eyes, she had to grin. He'd done that to her on purpose!

Mr Spencer, meanwhile, caught the look on Charlotte's face. He was a quick-witted man. It didn't take a genius to realize there was something missing from Daniel's story.

Morgan and I... knew each other from before.

Mr Spencer also knew Morgan - after all, she and Charlotte had been best friends for many years. He knew her well enough to know exactly what it meant for Morgan to "know" a man like Daniel.

He caught himself wondering how it had happened. He gaze turned suspiciously towards Daniel, wondering if the trigger for their relationship had been Morgan and Daniel losing the willpower to resist each other and sleeping together while he was supposedly still exclusive to Charlotte... He could scarcely blame him, if that had happened. He was old, but he wasn't dead, and one need only see Morgan for a few seconds to recognize the sensual temptation she represented. But no. If that had been true, if that had happened, he knew his daughter well enough to know that she would not have thrown herself into this relationship so wholeheartedly had it started based on broken trust. Oddly, then, he found his consideration of the possibility of such cheating had actually increased his esteem for Daniel and Morgan both - the happiness of his daughter must mean the world to both of them if they had managed to resist each other for so long for Charlotte's sake.

Mrs Spencer, meanwhile, had leaned forward to press a quick kiss to her daughter's cheek, and then collected her purse. "I'm sorry to have interrupted, though I am very glad to know my dear Char is so happy," she beamed - though it was clear from her tone that she wasn't entirely aware of just how much she had interrupted. "I would still love to come see you for lunch tomorrow, Char. I'll come pick you up around noon!"

 

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The door shut behind Charlotte's parents, her mother still beaming and her father still with that twinkle of respect in his eye. Daniel had to mentally shake his head. Of all the ways to meet a girlfriend's parents, that had to be one of the oddest -but then nothing about his relationship with Charlotte and Morgan had been exactly conventional, nor would he have it any other way.

His gaze turned to Charlotte. It was as though a halo of golden light surrounded her. Her happiness blazed from her large, starry blue eyes, heightened her radiant beauty to dazzling levels. Her smile could have restarted the heart in a dead man's body. Daniel could have sworn that she was floating a little off the ground, elevated by her pure seraphic delight.

He knew now how much it had been hurting her to lie about her relationship with himself and Morgan, to keep the truth about her loves from her parents. And he also knew how important it was for her to have her parents' approval, how much it would have crushed her if they'd been skeptical or shocked. Now that it was all over, Charlotte's happiness and excitement couldn't have been more obvious.

Striding over to Charlotte, he pressed the petite blonde girl into his arms, tilting her face upwards and rapidly kissed every freckle in the fine spray across her delicate features, ending with a long and slow, open-mouthed kiss to her lips, not stopping until he felt her slowly, deliciously begin to melt against him with a thrilling little noise, halfway between sigh and purr, that seemed to come from deep within her throat.

Breaking the kiss, he looked at Morgan, his wicked intentions clear in his gaze.

"Let's get this girl to bed."

 

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"Let's get this girl to bed."

Charlotte squeaked adorably, her signature blush rising on her cheeks in response to the heat in Daniel's voice. She recalled how painfully arousing it had been to simply lie still while Daniel and Morgan set about the slow process of tying her up. And, of course, they went much slower than was strictly necessary, just to lengthen the amount of time they got to watch the naked, sweet little angel trying desperately to hold still against her baser desires while they worked. Morgan, being Morgan, had taken particular wicked pleasure in dipping her fingers into Charlotte's tight little pussy - only once, never touching her clit, just a teasing touch, a visceral reminder of what would soon be coming.

And it was much the same again, this time, except that even the patience of the normally teasing Morgan and normally iron-willed Daniel was wearing thin, and soon, they had their sweet little Charlotte tied back up just the way they desired - ankles and wrists tied together with a two long lengths of silk, and a pair of ropes tying each one one headboard post, leaving those sweet legs spread and that lovely little pussy utterly vulnerable to whatever the other two might have in mind.

"Did you know," Morgan began, kneeling on the bed next to Charlotte and running a set of long, warm fingers over the smaller girl's slit, "that after Daniel took that picture for you in the restaurant, he didn't give me the orgasm I so badly needed?" Her tone was conversational, but there was a burning lust in her eyes and that ever-present playfulness that she always brought with her to the bedroom.

Charlotte's blue eyes went wide and she whimpered, shaking her head.

"And do you know why I needed an orgasm so badly, my sweet little tease?" A smirk was growing on her lips, and it only grew at the way Charlotte's gaze grew hooded while she whimpered.

"I-I'm sorry, Morgan..."

Morgan grinned and leaned down to kiss Charlotte, a sweet, loving gesture at strange odds with the words that came next - a silent assurance that no matter what the game happened to be, Morgan loved her and nothing that would come next would be too much. "Oh my love, you're not nearly sorry enough yet..."

 

[Maka]

Morgan's dress lay -a pool of silky black night, on the carpeted floor. Her luscious caramel body was on stunning display as she crouched lithely over Charlotte's helpless body, her wonderfully curved ass lifted provocatively up into the air and her huge, firm breasts brushing against those of the smaller girl. Daniel, who had also stripped, wanted to take her from behind there and then.

Squirming helplessly underneath, her cerulean blue eyes wide with excitement, Charlotte presented an equally enticing sight. Her creamily nude, petite little body was locked into a pose of pure, sexy submission. For tonight, she was just an eager and willing little plaything for anything which Daniel and Morgan's wicked minds could dream up.

Daniel knelt on the other side of the bed from Morgan, looking at her across the ivory body of their captive lover. He drew her mouth to his with both hands and they kissed, slowly and lovingly over Charlotte. Daniel relished the warmth and sweetness of Morgan's kiss, the desperate little moan she gave as the kiss and her arousal deepened. She pressed forward, as though trying to mold her form to his, and Daniel felt her nipples, achingly stiff with arousal, press into his chest.

Morgan's juices, set to flowing freely by the intense kiss, were dripping from her pussy and splashing on to Charlotte's trim midriff. Daniel slowly ended the kiss, leaving Morgan breathing in broken, gasping pants. Her gorgeous brown eyes were deceptively languid and heavy-eyed -always a sign that she was at the very pinnacle of her arousal and craving. Daniel bent over Charlotte's flat stomach and lapped up Morgan's spilt juices, giving a gasp of pleasure at their tangy sweetness. He used the excuse to flick his tongue up and down, stimulating the lower halves of Charlotte's pert little breasts but stopping short of the sensitive areas around the nipples.

Then he mounted her, bending down to kiss her the way he had Morgan, letting her taste Morgan on his lips.

"Do you taste it?" he asked, eyes glowing with mischief. "That's your doing, you bad girl. I think it's time for you to make amends."

He relinquished his place, knowing that Morgan would be all too eagerto introduce her pussy to Charlotte's talented little tongue.

 

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Charlotte arched her whole body into Daniel's tongue - as best she could when she was bound as she was, anyway - whimpering softly when his tongue refused to complete the journey up to her hardened little nipples, aching for attention.

She thought, for a moment, when he kneeled over her, that he was going to feed her his cock, and she tilted her head up, opening her mouth and eagerly sticking her tongue out for the taste of him that never came. Instead, he lowered his mouth to hers, and she moaned softly at the taste of Morgan on his tongue.

Morgan watched with wide eyes as Daniel kissed Charlotte, asking if she could taste Morgan on his lips. She licked her own lips in response, enjoying the way Charlotte squirmed with arousal when he called her a bad girl. She loved how very sensitive Charlotte was to the pleasures of her partners - all it took was a few words from either of them to make her gasp and pant with need.

And indeed, the moment Daniel dismounted from Charlotte, Morgan took his place, eager to feed her little lover a greater taste of the juices that had already started making her moan. Only, as she settled her pussy over Charlotte's face, she looked down to see the little blonde with her eyes transfixed on her clit, her mouth wide and her tongue already reaching up for her. She paused, waiting to see what Charlotte would do.

For a moment, Charlotte didn't realize that Morgan had stopped lowering herself down onto her mouth. She was so temptingly close to the tip of Charlotte's questing tongue, she whimpered when the flesh never made contact, and her tore her gaze from Morgan's clit to look Morgan in the eye. She seemed to realize, in that moment, just how wanton she was, straining for even the slightest taste of her lover's pussy. Her tongue stopped moving, though she didn't draw it back into her mouth, and her cheeks turned pink - or rather, pinker than they had been already from arousal and exertion.

Morgan grinned. She couldn't help herself. She loved watching Charlotte's innocent, adorable blushes. "Tell me what you want, baby."

Charlotte's cheeks immediately flushed a brilliant red. "I w-want to taste you," she answered slowly, her eyes fluttering with faint embarrassment at having to say it aloud.

Morgan's grin only widened. She dropped her pussy a little closer, maybe an inch, making Charlotte's eyes go wide and her pupils dilate with desire.

This time, when Charlotte realized she'd stopped, she moaned desolately, looking up at Morgan again with pleading eyes.

"Say please, baby," Morgan teased, her breath coming sharp as she watched a drop of her own juices land on Charlotte's lip, and Charlotte lapped it up with a look of pure pleasure.

"Please please please please please please please please..." Charlotte began to chant immediately, the words running together in a prayer of devotion before they became muffled and finally silenced as Morgan lowered herself down onto Charlotte's mouth and she began to lick and suck eagerly at her pussy.

Morgan threw her head back, one hand coming to rest on Charlotte's head while the other grasped the headboard in a white-knuckled grip. "Oh, that's right baby. Good girl, just like that..." Her hips began to move slowly, rocking back and forth over Charlotte's face in time with her tongue. "Good girl..."

 

[Maka]

Charlotte's sparkling blue eyes shone with delight as Daniel bent over her and she opened her mouth and extended her tongue eagerly. Daniel realised that she'd been expecting to be presented with his cock -and that she was wantonly, wildly eager for her chance to kiss and lick and suck it. But any disappointment was soon erased by his kiss -and the taste of Morgan on his lips. He left Charlotte squirming and gasping and in the perfect state to begin satisfying Morgan.

He slid aside to let Morgan take his place and watched from the side, eager to see. They were such a ravishingly sexy combination -the gorgeous caramel-skinned beauty and her delicate, ivory-skinned lover underneath her.

He watched with a delighted combination of amusement and arousal as Morgan mischeviously froze while lowering her pussy towards Charlotte's expectant, softly parted mouth. The tip of her little pink tongue was fully extended, as though in the hopes that she could somehow reach the feminine treasure held just beyond her reach. Charlotte flushed in obvious awareness of just how much desire had taken a grip on her.

But that was nothing compared to the rosy blush that covered her cheeks as Morgan made her beg for what she wanted. Daniel marvelled at Charlotte's absolutely desperate need to serve Morgan's pleasure, to please her in every way she could.

She was whimpering, driven half-mad with desire, by the time Morgan finally relented and lowered herself on to Charlotte's rosebud mouth. At once she began licking and sucking in a frenzy of lust, muffled moans of erotic satisfaction still sounding through the slick, wet noises.

Morgan was rocking to and fro in ecstasy, her mouth dropping open, her face transformed. Daniel took that moment to get back on to the bed in front of her, straddling Charlotte's upper face. He threw his arms around Morgan and kissed her, pressing her huge breasts against him, guiding her through the wild pleasure Charlotte was supplying below.

At last, when both girls were panting and heaving delightfully with lust, ecstasy and exertion, he broke the kiss and smiled at Morgan, a familiar wicked glint in his eyes.

"I think's she earning her way back into our good graces, wouldn't you say, Morgan? Time for a little treat. How about you turn around and return the favour?"

With Morgan turned around, her perfect heart-shaped ass lifted invitingly in the air, her glistening pink pussy was now within reach of both Charlotte's licking tongue and Daniel's gigantic erection. Daniel pushed it in, gasping at the slick tightness of it, slick as it was with both Morgan's juices and Charlotte's saliva. Inch by inch, just above Charlotte's soft cherry lips, he thrust forward, taking his time.