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Debbee and Charlotte

By: Donald Miller



A faint frown of concentration crossed Debbee's beautiful face as the eighteen-year-old carefully applied her lipstick, running the small, salmon-pink tipped tube across her full lips until they were bathed in moist colour. Pressing her sensuous lips briefly together, Debbee's slim fingers took the maroon lip pencil from the table before her and began to painstakingly outline her carefully painted lips, finally pouting with satisfaction at the pleasing reflection in her dressing table mirror.

Debbee scrutinized her face for any flaw in her fine, smooth skin, in her carefully applied eyeliner, in the subtle hint of near-flesh toned eye makeup, in her freshly painted lips, and finally stood up, satisfied. Her pretty face was perfect.

Debbee ran her slender hands down over her hourglass waist, smoothing the sheer material of her semi-transparent white blouse over her taut belly. The more solid white of Debbee's flimsy brassiere was clearly visible through her filmy blouse, the tiny cups barely containing her full, plump breasts.

Her pencil-slim fingers continued down over her curvy hips, the shapely lobes of Debbee's buttocks straining against the skin-tight lycra of her short, black miniskirt, the hem of which ended high up on Debbee's smooth, tanned thighs and left her sculpted legs bare all the way down to her mirror-polished black stilettos.

Debbee lifted her slender arms back up and slid her fingers deep into her rich, mahogany-coloured hair, stroking the sleek mane of loose waves into shape until it tumbled over her slim shoulders like a silken waterfall. Debbee smiled indulgently at her reflection in her dressing table mirror. She knew she looked stunning.

Perching daintily on the edge of her bedroom's single chair, Debbee uncapped the tiny bottle of deep carmine nail polish, and carefully drew the cap's brush over her long, manicured thumbnail several times until it shone with glossy lacquer. Repeating the process another nine times, Debbee finally recapped the bottle and gazed back at herself, her pretty brown eyes growing distant as she waited for her nails to dry, and her mind began to drift.

* * * * * * * * * *

Shortly after beginning sixth-form college Debbee had struck up a friendship with another girl in her year, Charlotte, who sat several of the same classes. It was generally accepted by the college's male students that Debbee and Charlotte were the two most beautiful girls in the whole place, and many a debate raged between those who preferred the blue eyed, bleach-blonde Charlotte and those who favoured the brown eyed, dark-haired Debbee. But it was generally either Debbee or Charlotte's fabulous bodies which centred in most of the young men's minds later in the evenings as their soap-filled hands gently tugged at the contours of their eager erections, Debbee or Charlotte's gorgeous faces their minds focussed on as they suddenly whimpered with exquisite relief and their semen hosed onto the tiled wall of their shower cubicles in long, hot squirts.

However, whilst both girls enhanced their naturally beautiful faces and superbly fit bodies with extensive personal grooming programs, and both loved to tantalisingly encourage the attentions of any man who approached within their orbit, one major difference separated them. Although Debbee was devastatingly sexy in both appearance and manner -- she had that kind of open, flirty self-confidence around men that, combined with her beauty, drove them crazy with desire for her -- at three months past her eighteenth birthday Debbee was still a virgin. By contrast, when presented with an appropriate suitor, Charlotte was prepared to go a lot further than just flirting.

A tall, handsome student had taken Charlotte's virginity on their fourth date when she was barely fifteen, and by the time both girls celebrated their eighteenth birthdays, just a few days apart from each other, Charlotte had had over a dozen lovers whilst Debbee had gone no further than several prolonged bouts of smooth French-kissing.

'Honestly, Debbee,' retorted Charlotte one Friday night shortly after they had both turned eighteen, as they prepared themselves for an evening at one of the town's nightclubs. 'You'll heal up if you don't have a boy in you soon.'

Debbee giggled, sliding a foot into one of her polished, white shoes. 'We'll see,' she replied, gazing across at Charlotte as the girl continued to brush her long, pale blonde hair until it shone like silk. 'I'm just choosy, I suppose.'

'Yeah,' sighed Charlotte, 'but there's choosy and there's impossible.' She put her hairbrush down, finally satisfied. 'Anyway, there will be loads of fabulous men there tonight, all desperate to pull us both. Come on.' Linking arms, the two gorgeous young girls went downstairs and left Charlotte's parents' house, teetering in their tight miniskirts and tall stilettos.

They never, ever bought their own drinks -- there was always a selection of young men willing to pay the price of two cocktails in order to enjoy the girls' company for a while. After a couple of hours of drinking, dancing and flirting, Debbee and Charlotte had finally chosen a pair of tall, dark-haired men in their early twenties to squire them for the rest of the evening. They smiled and flirted with their handsome suitors, the two girls presently separating as their new partners began to steer them away from each other and into a pair of boy-girl couples.

As the slow dances began, Charlotte allowed herself to sink luxuriantly into her new man-friend's waiting arms, smiling encouragingly up at him as he tentatively squeezed her firm, tightly sheathed buttocks, allowing her sensuous, painted lips to part invitingly just inches from his face. She pressed her hips lightly against his burgeoning erection, her eyes locking onto his, then snuggled against him as he leaned towards her and kissed her, gently slipping his tongue into her open mouth for the first time.

Later, Charlotte was leaning against the wall in a dark corner of the club, her carefully outlined eyes almost shut with contentment, her pretty face rapt as her new suitor's tongue explored the contours of her heavily scented ears. He was breathing hard with excitement, his hands eagerly stroking her curvy hips, and Charlotte already knew that she was going to let him fuck her. Her pretty head rolled to one side as her partner's questing lips began to slide over her neck, and through her barely open eyelids Charlotte spotted Debbee.

Her dark-haired friend was further along the same dimly-lit section of wall which Charlotte leaned against, the lack of lighting so obviously deliberate that it was known to everyone as the 'make-out corner'. Four or five couples stood between her and Debbee, all in various stages of foreplay, and at the very end Debbee and her new male friend were locked together in a complex embrace. Her pretty, brown eyes were closed, her lips parted, and the handsome young man was gently licking Debbee's sensuous, open lips before slipping his tongue unhurriedly between them for a few seconds of probing exploration, then pulling back to lick Debbee's soft, pouting lips again, then slithering his tongue all the way back into her mouth...

Charlotte smiled as she watched them, Debbee's slim fingers stroking her suitor's neck, her lithe body arching gently against him as his tongue disappeared between her sensuous, painted lips once more. Debbee's closed eyelids were fluttering with enjoyment. Go on, thought Charlotte. You know you want to.

Charlotte felt a hand slide into her rich, silken blonde hair and turn her pretty head back towards her own partner, and then she was sucking his slippery tongue deep into her mouth once more, her eyes sliding languidly shut at the sensation of him eagerly mapping her. Charlotte could feel herself becoming impatient now to leave the club with her new man as they began snogging gently once more, her breath beginning to quicken, her soft vulva glistening with anticipation beneath her flimsy panties. She and Debbee could compare notes on Saturday.

* * * * * * * * * *

'You mean you didn't go back with him?'

Debbee smiled, lowering her pretty eyes demurely from Charlotte's shocked face. 'I might call him,' she replied softly. 'He gave me his number.'

'I bet he did,' snorted Charlotte. 'Fuck, Debbee. It looked like you were ready to eat each other whole last night. I thought you'd been well and truly pulled.'

Debbee gazed up at her friend's pretty face. It was Saturday afternoon, and Charlotte still looked a wee bit tired. Within an hour of leaving the club, Debbee was contentedly asleep in her own bed, whilst Charlotte was slowly lowering her smooth, naked body onto her new boyfriend's throbbing erection, her sensuous, painted lips opening at the sensation as his purple dome parted the flower of her soft, wet vulva. As Debbee's fabulous body moved slightly in sleep on her cool sheets, Charlotte had whimpered with joy as her new man's strong hands closed over her slim hips and began to pull her down onto him again and again, slowly at first and then faster and faster... By the time the gorgeous young blonde had staggered unsteadily from his apartment into a waiting taxi, it was beginning to get light.

'Are you seeing him again?' asked Debbee after Charlotte had enthused in graphic detail about her prolonged sexual manipulation and gasping orgasms of a few hours earlier.

'Oh yeah!' giggled Charlotte, 'he was great. He wants to see me tomorrow but I want to keep him hungry.' She began to brush her long, white-blonde hair with firm sweeps. 'I'll get him to pick me up from college in his car on, say, Tuesday I think. Then he can take me out to dinner once I've got changed.' Charlotte switched the brush to her other hand, and began to groom her opposite side, studying her reflection in the bedside mirror. 'Then on the way back I'll get him to stop the car, and I'll really snog him hard and let him put his hands wherever he wants. In fact, I'll encourage it. Then I'll make him stop at a little pub and buy me a drink or two, just to make him wait a bit longer, so by the time we get back to his place he'll be nearly squirting in his pants.

'...Then,' Charlotte turned to Debbee with a wicked smile, 'I'll let him take me to bed.' She leaned forwards. 'For hours.'

The two gorgeous eighteen-year-olds giggled with delight.

'Honestly,' laughed Charlotte, tossing her blonde hair over her slim shoulders. 'I almost couldn't walk when I left his place this morning. God knows what he'll do to me on Tuesday.'

'Charlotte, you're terrible!' laughed Debbee.

'No I'm not,' the young blonde admonished with a grin. 'Look Debbee, you and I can have any man we want. Any man at all. There's nothing wrong with taking advantage of that now and again.' Charlotte glanced at Debbee. 'You should try it some time.'

'Yeah, yeah,' Debbee smiled. 'One day.'

'Go on,' purred Charlotte. 'Give that gorgeous hunk you were snogging last night a call, arrange a date with him, and let him stick it all the way into you. You'll love it.'

'Maybe,' sighed Debbee. 'We'll see.'

* * * * * * * * * *

Debbee drifted from her reverie back to the reality of her bedroom. She hadn't called the gorgeous hunk, of course. In the six weeks since that night, Charlotte had grown bored with her own gorgeous hunk in less than a month, dumped him, and -- precisely six days and seven hours after their split -- was giggling with excitement and wrapping her long, smooth legs around the naked torso of her geeky older brother's visiting University friend, a handsome youth whom Charlotte had just allowed to strip her at the end of their third date.

And that, thought Debbee, was the essential difference between the two of them: Charlotte loved the pleasure and power of sex. Debbee loved the pleasure and power of denial.

After spending an hour sucking on the tongue of her gorgeous hunk at the club, allowing her luxuriant hips to press lightly against his erection until he was moving against her in tiny, dry thrusts as he hungrily licked Debbee's open, pouting lips, she managed to slip away from him without revealing her address or phone number ('I don't have a mobile,' she had lied). Debbee had then walked briskly home, gone straight to her room, drawn off her flimsy panties, and sighed with long-withheld relief as her slim fingers found her soft, slippery vulva.

Debbee had begun to gasp softly with pleasure as her fingers teased the exposed bulb of her clitoris, thinking of his face and the way he had used his fingers and mouth on her. Presently she had rolled onto her back and spread her long, smooth legs wide across her bed to give her swiftly manipulating fingers more access between her sculpted thighs, her stretchy white miniskirt riding high up onto Debbee's luxuriant hips as she began to squirm helplessly, her sensuous mouth opening with enjoyment. She thought of the lust filling his eyes as she had flirted and flirted with him, smiling and teasing and letting him kiss her and put his tongue in her mouth, and Debbee's gorgeous, painted lips parted wide with excitement as she began to spiral out of control.

Debbee's back arched clear of her duvet and she suddenly clapped her free hand over her open mouth to stifle a cry of ecstasy as she began to peak. She whimpered plaintively through her tightly-clamped fingers as her orgasm rose up and engulfed her, and it was the desperate, unrequited lust in her partner's eyes that had filled Debbee's mind as her pretty eyes rolled up into her head and her fabulous body began to shudder with glorious release.

* * * * * * * * * *

Sitting by her bedroom mirror, Debbee smiled faintly at the memory, glancing at her glossy fingernails to see if the rich, carmine lacquer had dried. Her tiny toenails, tucked away inside the long, pointed tips of her polished stilettos, had already been painted earlier. Yes, thought Debbee with satisfaction as she stood and admired her curvy profile in her bedroom mirror, she was ready.

It was going to be an interesting evening. Since Charlotte's whirlwind romance with her brother's University friend -- she had met him, dated him, fucked him on several panting occasions, and dumped him in under a week -- the gorgeous blonde had been unattached for several days before grabbing Debbee's slender arm at college that morning.

'Debbee, I need a little favour.'

'Sure.'

Charlotte smiled radiantly, her pretty, blue eyes sparkling. 'I've met this great guy.'

Debbee raised her delicate eyebrows. 'Another one?'

'Yeah, yeah.' Charlotte waved away Debbee's disapproving look with a slim hand. 'I know you think I'm a slut, sometimes. And you know I think you're uptight-'

'Thanks.'

'- But he's tall, handsome, witty, fit, and he's completely besotted with me already. The thing is...' Charlotte turned to Debbee. 'He's got this friend who's single and he's asked me if I know of someone for a double-date.'

Debbee gazed at Charlotte, waiting for more. 'Yeah, okay... so you suggested me?'

'Yes!' Charlotte affirmed happily. 'It'll be great.'

Debbee shrugged her slim shoulders as the two girls sat down at a canteen table, both of them slowly and deliberately crossing their long, smooth legs, encouraging their already short skirts to ride fractionally higher up their tanned thighs. Across the noisy canteen, several dozen pairs of male eyes were already closely observing Debbee and Charlotte's perfectly sculpted legs, and the girls smiled secretively at each other, fully aware of the attention and enjoying it.

'So,' said Debbee, a faint smile still on her full lips. 'What's he like, this guy you've volunteered me for?'

Charlotte's brow wrinkled. 'Well, I don't know, exactly...'

Debbee leaned anxiously forwards, her tight skirt easing a little further up her supple thighs and causing the male eyes to redouble their attention. This time, however, Debbee was oblivious. 'You mean you've not actually met him?'

'Well, no not yet,' admitted Charlotte. 'I mean I've only known James -- my new guy -- for a couple of days. But don't worry. His name's Paul, and James reckons he's very nice.'

'Oh great.' Debbee slumped back into her chair, her plump breasts oscillating delightfully at the action. 'Charlotte, he might be a right minger.' Debbee tossed her magnificent mahogany hair back over her slim shoulders, pouting sulkily.

'Oh for heaven's sake, Debbee, what are the options?' Charlotte raised one perfectly French-manicured finger. 'One, he's fucking gorgeous, you're swept off your feet for once, and you spend the following week permanently impaled on his undoubtedly huge cock with your mouth wide open at how good it feels.'

In spite of herself, Debbee burst into loud giggles. 'Charlotte!'

The beautiful young blonde held up another slim finger. 'Two, he's anything from just short of fucking gorgeous to a total minger, in which case you can flirt and tease and turn him on all night until he's almost shooting his load just looking at you, then you can dump him at the end of the evening, all of which we both know gives you some kind of obscure thrill. Either way, you can't lose, right?'

Debbee sighed, smiling. Charlotte perhaps knew her better than she had thought. 'Assuming the second option as the most likely outcome, won't James be a bit upset with you when your friend is a complete bitch to his friend?'

'Nah.' Charlotte waved a dismissive hand. 'Because I've made sure that James knows he's going to fuck me for the first time tonight, and once we arrive that's all he'll be thinking about. Any sympathy for his dear little buddy will be overridden by his wondering just how hard he can squeeze my bum when his cock starts squirting like a fire-hose inside me.'

Debbee laughed. 'All right. What time?'

'I'll be round in a taxi at eight. We're going to that nice wine bar on the other side of town. The boys are meeting us there.'

'Okay then,' smiled Debbee. 'I'll be ready.'

* * * * * * * * * *

As they entered the expansive bar, Debbee and Charlotte felt the dozens of eyes immediately crawling over them like a physical presence. Debbee's tight, semi-transparent white blouse, her tiny, stretchy black miniskirt, and tumbling waves of mahogany hair was complemented by Charlotte's brief, skin-tight white cocktail dress and hair of gleaming, pale blonde silk. Both girls' outfits showed off their magnificent young bodies to perfection.

'Now then,' mused Charlotte as she scanned the rows of alcoves alongside the main bar area, careful not to catch any of the myriad eyes ogling them. 'Ah, there we are.'

Linking her slim arm with Debbee's, Charlotte led her friend over to a secluded alcove in one of the far corners of the room, where two men sat. One of them was waving.

Debbee felt her heart sink as the approached the isolated booth and the guys stood to greet them. Neither of them met the glowing description Charlotte had given of James earlier that morning -- they were both tall, over six feet, and not fat either, but both were much older than Debbee had expected, and neither were remotely what she would have described as handsome. The man on the right -- close-cropped hair obviously balding, who was ogling Charlotte like he wanted to devour her, was presumably James. Which meant -- dear Lord - the one on the left with the big nose and the short hair with honest-to-God visible grey, who was looking at Debbee with unbridled delight, had to be Paul.

'Hello ladies. Charlotte,' James greeted, turning his gaze onto the gorgeous young blonde as she stepped close to him.

'Hi James,' Charlotte purred, placing one slim hand on his shoulder as their open lips brushed lingeringly together and his fingers gently squeezed one of her glorious buttocks through the thin lycra sheath of her brief cocktail dress. 'This is Debbee.'


Debbee and Charlotte



'Hello Debbee,' James smiled, holding out a hand which Debbee shook briefly and unenthusiastically. 'This is my friend, Paul.'

'Hi Debbee,' Paul smiled, gripping her slim hand in a strong but surprisingly deft clasp. He had big hands, Debbee noticed. 'I'm afraid you're stuck with me tonight. But it's lovely to meet you.' His eyes were drinking her in.

'Nice to meet you,' Debbee murmured, a faint smile crossing her sensuous lips. She turned to Charlotte, who was preparing to sit down next to James -- or on him, if the looks they were giving each other were any guide. 'Charlotte? I'm bursting for the loo but I don't know where they are in this place. Can you show me?'

Charlotte saw the warning look in Debbee's beautiful brown eyes. 'Er... yeah, sure. Come on.' She took Debbee's slender arm, turning to James with a sultry smile. 'Two martinis, please. We'll be right back,' she purred softly, her sensuous lips pouting slowly at him in an enticing air kiss.

Debbee blew out a long breath as the girls entered the ladies room. 'Christ, Charlotte, what were you thinking?'

Charlotte scrutinized her full, painted lips in the mirror for any sign of disturbance from her kiss with James. 'Oh, calm down Debbee. He's no oil painting, I grant you, but you can still have your fun with him.'

Debbee sighed, exasperated. 'It's not just that. For a start, Charlotte we're eighteen. They're old enough to be our fathers-'

'So?' Charlotte arched her carefully shaped eyebrows. 'James is thirty-five. I'm guessing Paul is similar age, so yes, technically they are old enough to have fathered us... but so what? How old is Clooney, or Pitt? And I'd happily fuck either of them until my legs wouldn't work right.'

Yes, you probably would, thought Debbee as she watched Charlotte turning her pretty head this way and that, inspecting her immaculate face and silken hair for any flaw. 'But James isn't Clooney or Pitt though, is he?'

Satisfied with her appearance, Charlotte shrugged and turned to Debbee. 'Well I think he's horny as hell, and when we go back out there I'm going to struggle not to pull out his cock, sit all the way down on it, and squirm gently in his lap with my mouth open for the rest of the evening.'

Debbee laughed in spite of herself. 'God, Charlotte, you're terrible!'

Charlotte smiled. 'But I'll resist, for your sake. In the meantime, you'll be working Paul over so badly that after ten minutes of your extra-special flirting and teasing he'll be so excited that he'll be afraid to go pee in case he shoots his load as soon as he touches his cock. Then at the end of the evening, you can dump Paul really hard, and I can go back to James's place and let him do anything he wants to me. Everyone's a winner.' Charlotte giggled. 'Except Paul, maybe.'

Debbee sighed, turning her beautiful face to the mirror and running her slim, carmine-tipped fingers through her rich, mahogany hair, settling the silken mass neatly over her shoulders so it tumbled halfway down her shapely back. Actually, she admitted, it did sound like fun.

'All right then,' she acquiesced. 'We've kept the boys waiting long enough.'

* * * * * * * * * *

Paul and James had eagerly watched the two girls stroll unhurriedly towards the restrooms, their curvy, lycra-clad hips swaying gracefully, their long hair shimmering in the spotlights. James spoke without taking his eyes from the girls' fabulous, lithe bodies.

'Am I good to you, or what?'

Paul smiled faintly, ogling Debbee's long, tanned legs beneath her tiny, tight miniskirt. 'Wow,' he murmured. 'She. Is. Un. Believable.'

The girls disappeared into the ladies room, and James finally glanced at Paul. 'I think we've both really hit the jackpot this time.'

Paul nodded. 'Assuming they come back. I guess we both know the conversation they're having in there.'

James smiled at his friend. 'Don't worry. I know Charlotte won't go anywhere, and I feel sure she'll persuade Debbee to rejoin us, too. I think you'll be okay.'

Paul was silent for a moment. 'I hope so - because she is absolutely gorgeous. Do you want to do the drinks?'

James made his way to the bar, and as he returned with the glasses, the girls emerged from the restrooms. Smiling, James and Paul ogled Charlotte and Debbee as they made their way back to the table, the look in the men's eyes hungry and excited.

* * * * * * * * * *

Debbee began to sip her third martini, holding Paul's eyes with hers over the rim of her wine glass. Upon returning to the boys' table, Charlotte had slid into the booth next to James, one slim hand quickly finding his upper thigh, leaving Debbee to sit next to Paul on the opposite side of the table. Still a little sulky at first, Debbee had casually crossed her long, smooth legs as she settled into the comfortable cushions, her stretchy miniskirt riding a little higher up her flawless, tan thighs, and glancing up at Paul she had seen his eyes flare with desire for her. Oh dear, Debbee thought, this was going to be so easy. She took a tiny sip of her drink, and allowed the tip of her tongue to peep out from between her full, sensuous lips, unhurriedly cleansing the alcohol from their painted surfaces, her pretty eyes glancing up to meet his eager gaze. Her gorgeous lips parted with a soft click as Debbee smiled at him for the first time.

'Hello Paul,' she purred.

During the hour that followed, as James's hand stroked higher and higher on Charlotte's smooth thigh until his fingers were inside her tight cocktail dress and brushing the lacy crotch of her panties whilst Charlotte's slim hand gripped his upper thigh, one manicured finger stroking his erection through his clothing, Debbee had deliberately edged closer and closer to Paul as they all chatted. Crossing and uncrossing her flawless legs until her tiny, black miniskirt exposed her silken thighs almost up to her tiny panties, Debbee had smiled and pouted at Paul as she inched towards him so their hips were nearly touching, enjoying the eager lust in his eyes and pretending to not notice when his gaze periodically crawled over her magnificent young body.   

Taking another sip of her third drink, Debbee ran her tongue enticingly across her sensuous upper lip as she basked in Paul's ravenous gaze, and then bathed him in a radiant smile, her pretty eyes holding his. Their faces were less than twelve inches apart.

Paul grinned at her.

'This might be a little forward of me, but...do you mind if I take a photo of you?' he asked.

Debbee tilted her beautiful head to one side, playfully. 'No, of course not,' she purred softly, running slim fingers slowly through her rich, dark hair to push it over her shoulder for him. He would probably pull himself off over her when he got home, she thought. 'Please do.'

Debbee turned her pretty head this way and that, smiling sexily as Paul snapped six or eight photos on his mobile phone. As Debbee turned toward James and Charlotte she noticed their heads close together now, her eyes closed, his tongue gently playing with Charlotte's sensuous, open lips. How long had they been doing that? Debbee wondered. She hadn't noticed before.

Paul was having trouble steadying his breathing as he photographed Debbee, his penis a heavy, pulsing pole of muscle. He had made sure that Debbee's drinks had been laced with a mild sedative, and in the last ten minutes he had seen Debbee beginning to tire visibly, her pretty, carefully outlined eyes opening more and more slowly after each blink as the drug took effect.

She was ready.

'Have you seen one of these new phones, Debbee?' Paul asked casually. 'The view screen is almost the full size of the unit. And it takes great pictures...' he smiled, 'especially with such lovely subject matter.'

Debbee giggled. She was feeling quite giggly, actually. And just a little weary as well. Maybe she should stop drinking now, she thought.

'Oh Paul,' she murmured, locking her not-quite-fully-open eyes onto him. 'Flattery will get you everywhere.'

Her pretty eyes strayed down to the phone's camera screen as Paul held it a few inches from her pretty face. An image of herself pouting photogenically suddenly filled the screen.

'Oh yeah,' said Debbee softly as Paul touched a button and an image of her smiling radiantly replaced the first photo. 'Yeah, that's nice.'

Paul eased the screen a little nearer to Debbee's beautiful, tired eyes. 'Look at the detail,' he murmured, calling up another photograph. 'Look closely.'

As Debbee concentrated on her own image, Paul glanced over at James, the plan now to get the other couple out of the way. But James was by now deeply engrossed in mapping the contours of Charlotte's open, pouting lips with his tongue, one hand slipping slowly into the silken flax of her long, blonde hair and stroking the nape of her neck, and he failed to notice Paul's gaze. Quickly Paul slid one foot under the table and tapped James's leg.

James stopped licking Charlotte's inviting lips, reluctant to break off but knowing what needed to be done.

'Come on, Charlotte,' he whispered into her heavily scented ear as her eyelids fluttered open for the first time in several minutes. 'This place is emptying now. Let's get our own booth, have some privacy.'

Charlotte's pretty eyes were almost black with arousal, her pupils dilated into huge orbs leaving only a thin blue ring around their edges. 'Okay,' she whispered, not taking her eyes off him.

Paul eased the cameraphone's screen closer still to Debbee's beautiful face, forcing her to go slightly cross-eyed to focus, and effectively restricting her field of vision to the screen. 'Look closely, Debbee.' His voice was soft and persuasive. He was seamlessly fading the photographs from one to another now, the images of Debbee blending gradually from one to another every few seconds in a slow, calming rhythm. 'Look at the screen.'

Debbee felt her eyelids growing heavy with relaxation as the restful flow of images washing across the screen soothed her tired mind. Mmm, yes this was nice, she thought, very calming. Debbee knew she was becoming quite mentally fatigued, maybe due to a stronger than usual wine, and as the images filling her pretty eyes trickled subtly from one to another she could feel herself beginning to mellow into a comfortable reverie. Yes, this was great, Debbee thought. She would allow herself to drift along like this for a few seconds, give her brain a rest. Her breathing slowed a little as she relaxed further, enjoying the quiet greyness which was slowly filling her mind, and after a few seconds her sensuous, painted lips parted with a soft click as her facial muscles slackened. Her attention was centred exclusively on the screen now, and Debbee didn't even look up when James and Charlotte slipped silently from their seat, leaving her alone with Paul in the seclusion of their corner booth.

'Look closely Debbee,' Paul purred, watching the girl's beautiful face carefully. His lips were less than six inches from her ear, and his heart was pounding with excitement as he struggled to stop his breaths becoming a soft, aroused panting. 'Look at the screen.' The phone was only three inches from her petite nose now, and he could see Debbee's pretty, half-closed eyes drifting briefly out of focus every few seconds as her concentration started to waver. Paul pressed another button and the images of Debbee's smiling, confident face gradually dissolved into a slowly billowing cloud of electric blue and turquoise.

'Mmm...' Debbee smiled faintly. 'I's nice. Shcreen...saver.' Her voice was becoming soft and blurry.

'Yes... look at the screen, Debbee. Relax... relax.' Easing the phone another half-inch closer to the girl's beautiful face, Paul angled the unit slightly so that the chrome screen surround caught the secluded alcove's single spotlight, and the bright shaft of reflected light suddenly painted a thin white stripe directly across the bridge of Debbee's pert nose.

'Look at the screen.' Paul knew that the chrome reflection would be bright in Debbee's eyes. His voice was a soft whisper in her jewelled ear. 'You're tired... you're tired... you can relax... relax.' Paul watched Debbee's pretty, brown eyes drift lazily to the corner of the electric blue screen closest to the pearl of reflected light, her narrowing attention trapped in the void between the twin centres of mesmerising brightness. She was very still now, her breathing slow and even. 'You can relax... relax. Look at the screen Debbee. Look at the screen...'

* * * * * * * * * *

A dozen booths away, James was slipping his tongue into Charlotte's mouth again and again, relishing the taste of her, the feel of her long, smooth legs gently moving under his hands, the soft bulge of her pubic mound separated from his deftly stroking fingers only by the sheer fabric of her tiny panties. They were both panting with excitement.

James separated from her, his tongue pulling from between Charlotte's sensuous lips with an audible pop. 'Let's go back to my place,' he whispered huskily, studying the gorgeous, eighteen-year-old blonde. God, she was sexy. 'I've got my car outside.'

'Oh yes.' Charlotte was almost whimpering. 'Oh yes.'

They stood, James curling one arm around Charlotte's slender waist, savouring the soft feel of her through her short, tight white dress. As they made for the exit, they passed a narrow gap between the furthermost corner alcoves and caught sight of Paul and Debbee.

James smiled as he saw Debbee gazing placidly at the closely-held cameraphone screen, the bright shaft of reflected light illuminating her pretty, half-closed eyes. Paul sat close, watching Debbee carefully, his mouth moving silently as he whispered into her jewelled ear.

'Oh...' Charlotte turned to James. 'Will they be okay if we go?'

As James glanced back over he saw Debbee's slightly crossed eyes slowly straighten out as she began to lose focus, her sensuous lips open with relaxation. Her pretty face was utterly expressionless. He smiled inwardly as he gazed back down at the gorgeous young blonde nestled in his arm.

Although Charlotte didn't know it, he had use the phone trick on her two evenings earlier when he had met her in one of the town's clubs. Overcoming her initial rejections, he had persuaded her to have a drink with him, bought her several glasses of wine, and had eventually coaxed her into one of the club's 'quiet rooms' for a private drink and chat. Ensconced in a couch in the most isolated corner of the dark room, James had shown Charlotte his own phone.

The electric blue light had bathed the gorgeous young blonde's face as he held the screen close to Charlotte's beautiful eyes, James whispering soothingly into her scented ear until her eyelids presently began to droop over her crossed eyes, her breathing as slow as if she were asleep. James had murmured softly, persuasively, into the girl's ear for long minutes as Charlotte's sensuous, painted lips parted with a soft click, her pretty head sagging to one side and her carefully outlined eyes finally losing focus completely, rolling helplessly upwards away from the billowing blue screen, seeing nothing now. The brash, confident beauty of thirty minutes before had been slumped motionless in the deep cushions alongside him, her pretty face vacant and transfixed in the dense blue light.

James had continued whispering into Charlotte's perfumed ear for several more minutes, infiltrating the gorgeous young blonde's deepest subconscious, and when Charlotte found herself in the 'quiet room' holding a fresh glass of wine she had turned to James and realised that she fancied him like mad. He had given her a lift home and then, outside her parents' home, had leaned across the front seat and, for long minutes, used his mouth to explore every inch of Charlotte's lips and face and neck, the beautiful young blonde murmuring softly with enjoyment the whole time...

James looked away from Paul and Debbee, smiling down at Charlotte. 'Yeah, they're doing alright, I think. Looking at photos. He'll give her a lift home later... they'll be fine.'

'Good!' Charlotte beamed. Her vulva was pouting and slippery with excitement now, and a small dribble of her love oil was beginning to soak into the crotch of her tiny panties. 'Now -- you were talking about taking me back to your place?'

James's erection was pulsing eagerly with desire for Charlotte. 'Yes I was. Let's go.'

And they hurried out.

* * * * * * * * * *

'Look at the screen... look at the screen...' Paul saw Debbee begin to sag as the muscles of her fabulous young body relaxed completely, and he slid one hand deep into her rich, thick hair, easing the gorgeous eighteen-year-old against the back cushion of their secluded alcove. He was careful to keep the blue screen close to Debbee's beautiful, expressionless face, the bright stripe of reflected light directly across her glazed eyes. Trying not to pant with arousal, Paul eased himself closer to Debbee until their hips pressed gently together, his chest almost touching her slim shoulder, his lips within kissing distance of her ear. Holding Debbee's pretty head perfectly still just inches from the mesmerising screen, he began murmuring softly into her jewelled ear once more. He was close now, he knew, so close. Whispering soothingly, he watched Debbee's sensuous mouth opening wider as her relaxation slowly overwhelmed her, and then Debbee's beautiful brown eyes lost focus and this time did not recover, drifting to one side until they were aiming high and wide of the dense blue screen but seeing nothing now as Debbee's exhausted consciousness finally surrendered to him and shut down completely.

* * * * * * * * * *

Paul was silent for a few seconds, allowing his breath to come quick and heavy with excitement. Debbee's entrancement was total now, but he was still only halfway done. Quickly, he glanced around to see if anyone was watching them, but the men had chosen their location well and the dark corner alcove was almost completely hidden from the rest of the bar. Good.

Paul turned back to Debbee, careful to keep her pretty face bathed in the electric blue light. His hand buried deep in her rich, dark hair held her head perfectly still before the slowly billowing screen, the dense light rippling across Debbee's sightless eyes. Although her beautiful eyes were still almost half-open, Debbee was essentially unconscious, her expression utterly vacant.

'Debbee,' Paul purred softly, 'Debbee, can you hear me?'

There was a second or two of silence.

'... Yeahh...' Debbee's response was a soft sigh, her sensuous, open lips barely moving. Her pretty eyes were blank and still in the billowing blue light.

'Debbee, this is Paul. We met tonight. You remember me, don't you?'

'... Yeahh...' Debbee sighed.

'Debbee,' Paul murmured, 'Debbee... how many boyfriends have you had?'

A pause. Paul watched her carefully.

'...D'no...' Debbee sighed blurrily. 'Then...thwelve.'

Figures, thought Paul.

'Debbee. How many men have you had sex with?'

Pause. '...Hhhnone.'

Paul's mouth dropped open with surprise, and he almost let the cameraphone slip from his fingers, at the last second steadying the unit and keeping the stripe of reflected light directly across Debbee's beautiful, vacant eyes. She was seeing nothing, of course, but it was good to keep any change in stimulus to a minimum during entrancement.

Paul's whispering voice trembled slightly, his heart pounding. 'Debbee... are you a virgin?'

The pause seemed unbearable this time. '... Yeahh...' sighed Debbee softly.

Wow, Paul marvelled as he looked at Debbee slumped and utterly transfixed beside him, his hand deep in her hair the only thing holding her upright. This changed things. It was true, he knew - he was accessing the girl's deepest levels now, and at those levels she was incapable of any response but the truth. And for a girl as beautiful and confident as Debbee to still be unsexed... it meant that she had deliberately chosen not to give herself up, despite what must have been many opportunities and temptations in the past few years. He would have to tread carefully here.




Debbee and Charlotte



Paul took a deep breath, and began to whisper soothingly into Debbee's jewelled ear. Holding her pretty head motionless, inches from the softly rippling screen, he began to interfere with Debbee's subconscious, slowly stripping away her resistances in the specific area of his own advances, feeding her deep emotional centres with a gently blossoming seed of dependence on him. Breathing softly into her ear, he infiltrated the core of Debbee's mind for several more minutes, trimming and modifying the girl's deepest thought patterns as she slumped open-mouthed and utterly stupefied in the soft cushions. The dense blue glow bathed her beautiful face throughout, the bright stripe of light illuminating her vacant, halt-closed eyes, and through it all Debbee did not even blink.

Finally, Paul let out a long breath.

'Debbee,' he murmured. 'I am now going to count to five. At my five, you will wake up, and your conscious mind will return to us looking at photographs. Do you understand?'

The pause. 'Yeahh...' Debbee sighed.

'Good. Okay, Debbee. One... two... three...' Paul flicked a button on his cameraphone, pulling the unit slowly away from Debbee's blank, transfixed eyes, and the billowing blue screen dissolved back to a slowly cycling loop of the girl's portraits.

'... Four... five.'

Quickly, Paul withdrew his hand from deep within her thick, mahogany hair as he saw the consciousness rush back into Debbee's pretty, brown eyes. She blinked rapidly four or five times, then turned to him and smiled.

'These are great.' She picked up her wine glass, her eyes scanning the photos, and sipped the last of the martini from the delicate bowl. Then Debbee fixed Paul with a radiant smile, holding his eyes with a sultry gaze. 'Would you be a darling, and get me another drink?' She purred. 'I'm feeling quite dry.'

Paul grinned at the beautiful eighteen-year-old. That's because you've spent the last thirty minutes utterly senseless with your lovely mouth wide open, he thought, and you have no conscious memory of it at all, do you?

'Of course,' he replied, and gestured at Debbee's wine glass. 'But I think you've had enough of these. I'll get you an orange juice.'

Debbee pouted playfully. 'Spoilsport.'

Paul chuckled, and as he stood to get their drinks Debbee realised that their hips had been touching -- actually, had been pressing quite firmly together. When had that started? She couldn't remember.

Debbee watched Paul's back as he strolled to the bar. Actually he wasn't bad from the rear, she thought. Quite well toned. Decent bum. She fiddled with her wine glass, her pencil-slim fingers gently stroking the narrow stem. And it was very thoughtful of him to stop plying her with alcohol. Debbee knew she was a little tipsy, but he wasn't pushing it and feeding her with more and more wine until her pretty, brown eyes slowly became unfocussed with drink, until he was slipping the glass between her full lips himself and tipping the wine into her mouth as her head sagged against the seat back and her arms lay limply by her sides ... she had experienced that before, had had one or two narrow escapes, actually. But Paul had been very... protective.

Debbee's sensuous lips curved into a faint smile. This was the first time any man had treated her this way, and she found that she rather liked it. Perhaps this was what older men did, she considered. Looked after you better.

She smiled at him as he returned to their booth with two soft drinks, Debbee taking just the tiniest intake of breath as she felt his thigh once again nestle firmly into her curvy hip. She was about to edge away, then relaxed her luxuriant, lycra-sheathed hip against his leg. There was no harm being done, she reasoned, they had been sitting like this before.

'Thank you,' purred Debbee, and as he slipped the glass into her pencil-slim fingers, their fingertips touched briefly. Debbee's sensuous lips parted in a pretty smile as she took her glass. Paul's fingers were long and articulate, like a pianist's, she thought, and when he casually rested two of them on Debbee's slim wrist as they returned their glasses to the table, she allowed them to remain there. It was only flirting, she reminded herself.

Debbee sipped her drink, holding Paul's eyes -- blue, she noticed for the first time -- as the juice filtered between her full, painted lips. He wasn't that bad, to be honest. His nose was a bit big, his eyes a bit close together, but those eyes had a searching intelligence that Debbee rather liked. His grey hairs actually added distinction rather than age, as did the few lines beginning to appear around his eyes. Debbee lowered her glass but her beautiful eyes remained on his face. He smiled shyly at her, and Debbee found herself automatically returning his smile, her eyes drifting down to his mouth and seeing now how well-shaped it was... how sensitive it looked. Debbee's sensuous, smiling lips suddenly parted with a soft click.

Paul tilted his head slightly to one side. 'What are you thinking, Debbee?'

The gorgeous eighteen-year-old looked away demurely for a second. She was aware that the older man's hand was covering her slim wrist now, one finger gently moving a few millimetres back and forth across her fine skin.

Debbee's pretty eyes settled on his face, the soft smile still on her full lips.

'I'm thinking that I must have seen you in poor light when we first met earlier this evening,' she said softly. 'Because I didn't think that much of you then.' Debbee's eyes were lingering comfortably on his, their faces less than ten inches apart. 'But actually,' she murmured, 'You're... really rather attractive.' Debbee turned her slim forearm under his hand, presenting the sensitive skin of her inner wrist to the attentions of his stroking fingertip. Oh. That felt good. Their faces were six inches apart.

Paul smiled faintly, silent for a few seconds. Their eyes remained locked together.

'You really are very beautiful, Debbee,' he murmured. 'Lots of people have told you that, haven't they?' His head was within four inches of hers now.

Debbee's painted lips parted. 'Yes, they have,' she whispered, 'lots and lots of people.' Their faces were two inches apart, her heart beginning to beat fast. 'But I like hearing you say it.'

And Debbee's pretty eyes flickered closed as their open lips gently brushed together for the first time. And then again. And again.

* * * * * * * * * *

James and Charlotte barely made it to his bedroom before he was peeling her skin-tight white cocktail dress away from her lithe young body, her slim fingers expertly popping his button fly open. They were panting into each other's faces, James's breath riffling Charlotte's flaxen hair. He thrust his tongue eagerly between her sensuous lips as he dragged the tiny dress down over her curvy hips, Charlotte whimpering with excitement and sucking his tongue hard into the depths of her mouth.

They broke off briefly to shuck off their clothes, James's eyes widening as the gorgeous eighteen-year-old blonde unclipped her tiny, white brassiere and flipped off her equally flimsy panties, leaving her flawless, tanned body completely nude. He would enjoy that fabulously fit body lingeringly, later on, James promised himself -- but for now, neither of them could wait.

Their arms locked around each other, James relishing the feel of Charlotte's silken skin sliding against his naked body for the first time as she sank onto the edge of his bed, pulling him down with her. Their breaths were gasps of excitement as Charlotte reclined backwards, one of her long, smooth legs arcing over James's hips and drawing him against her as he followed her down.

James entered Charlotte even before the gorgeous blonde's shoulders reached the pillows, Charlotte crying out in relief as her new lover slithered easily into her hot, wet vulva for the first time. Oh God oh God, he was big. Charlotte's sensuous mouth opened as she felt his plump glans slide deep into her belly, her sculpted leg uncurling from around his hips and flexing two or three times in mid-air at the sensation of him entering her. Her perfectly manicured fingernails dug into James's shoulders as he withdrew to his tip before thrusting sweetly back into her, then into her again, Charlotte's sensuous lips quivering with enjoyment as they began to move together in slow, perfect rhythm. Oh God oh yes oh yes.

* * * * * * * * * *

Paul gently kissed Debbee several times before letting his tongue brush experimentally against her soft, painted lips. Debbee gave a tiny gasp at the sensation but did not pull away, and Paul relished Debbee's compliance as he began to slowly run his tongue over the smooth surfaces of her lips, enjoying the faint taste of the eighteen-year-old's lipstick.

Presently, Paul pulled a half-inch away from her pretty face, watching her carefully outlined eyes flutter open.

'You're so beautiful, Debbee,' he murmured.

Debbee's heart was beating rapidly now as she searched his deep, blue eyes. The age lines there actually suited him, she realised, made him look more... well, sexy. She was finding it difficult to take her pretty eyes off him now. Debbee couldn't remember a man ever growing on her this fast.

'Oh Paul, you're so sweet,' she whispered, smiling. She was beginning to lose herself in his eyes now, and there was a tremor in her soft voice when she spoke.

'Kiss me,' she breathed, her pretty eyes sliding shut with anticipation. 'Kiss me again.'

This time, as their mouths gently collided, Paul very carefully eased his tongue between Debbee's sensuous, painted lips, one of his hands still stroking the girl's slim wrist whilst the other slid unhurriedly around her neck and into the rich, dark silk of her mahogany hair. A tiny, brief notion flitted across Debbee's mind -- that his fingers felt oddly familiar buried in her thick hair, as though they had been entwined in there before -- and then the thought was gone and Debbee allowed his hand to draw her against him, enjoying the feel of his tongue as it slid all the way into her mouth for the first time.

* * * * * * * * * *

James leered into Charlotte's beautiful face as he plunged his heavy erection deep into her fabulous, wriggling body again and again, the girl whimpering with joy at each inward stroke. God, she was fantastic. Even better than he had imagined when he first saw the gorgeous young blonde in the nightclub two evenings earlier and decided then and there that he had to possess her. James plunged all the way back into Charlotte's hot, slippery cunt once more, and again, and again, the girl's gasps of excitement growing more intense now as she began to spiral upwards. His own orgasm was also fast approaching, after only two or three minutes of fabulous, frantic sex, but he didn't mind... she was not about to leave his apartment any time soon.

Charlotte's sensuous mouth opened wide as his huge, thrusting penis finally drove her beyond control, and her back arched high off of his bed as she felt her excitement pass the point of no return. Charlotte strained against James's pistoning torso as she squeezed her painted eyelids tightly shut, exulting in that delicious few seconds of balance where she teetered on the very brink of her inevitable orgasm, and then she squealed with delight as she was engulfed in ecstasy.

James thrust deep into the gorgeous blonde again, again, as Charlotte shuddered with unbearable pleasure and a hot squirt of sex oil soaked his plunging penis, the girl squirming helplessly beneath him and her long, French-manicured nails drawing sharply across his shoulders. His eyes bulged with excitement as he watched Charlotte's pretty head twist from side to side beneath him, and then her soft, animal squeals finally pushed him over the edge. James managed one more full stroke before he thrust all the way back into Charlotte and cried out in relief as the first, long jet of sperm hosed from his penis deep into Charlotte's writhing body.

* * * * * * * * * *

Paul and Debbee were kissing passionately now, their tongues thrusting eagerly into each others' mouths, their arms tight around the other's body as they squirmed gently against each other in the darkened corner alcove, each of them softly murmuring with pleasure every few seconds as their tongues or fingers moved into a new, unexplored place. Debbee's long, tanned legs were crossed beneath the table, and the upper of her finely turned calves was slotted neatly between Paul's knees. Her lightly painted eyelids flickered with enjoyment as Paul slid his hand deep into her thick, mahogany hair once more, pressing her open lips firmly against his as his tongue stroked the spongy contours of hers, and presently his other hand slid over the sheer fabric covering her narrow back, drawing her body tighter against his until her full, ripe breasts were pillowed against his chest.

They had started gently, Paul's tongue delicately probing between Debbee's soft, open lips for a minute or two. Then it had become hungrier and hungrier as their arousal grew, Paul's fingers stroking Debbee's bare thighs, stroking her luxuriant, lycra-sheathed hips through her tight, black miniskirt, stroking her slender neck and beautiful face. He could feel Debbee's long, lacquered fingernails running over his neck and shoulders as they kissed, lightly at first and then harder and harder until she was beginning to scratch him. God, she was wonderful.

They kissed for a few more seconds, their mouths working smoothly together in the privacy of their secluded alcove, then they separated slowly, Paul's exploring tongue drawing from between Debbee's soft lips with a faint pop. Her beautiful, brown eyes fluttered open as Paul regarded her, a faint smile on his lips. Oh God, she thought, he was just so sweet. How had this happened?

'Wow,' whispered Debbee, feeling his hand caressing the small of her back through the sheer material of her semi-transparent blouse. 'I didn't think I'd be doing this tonight, when I first walked in.'

No, I'm sure you didn't, thought Paul as he ogled Debbee's pretty face, enjoying the feel of her in his arms. Their lips were still only an inch or two apart.

'No, I guess not,' he murmured, his smile widening, Debbee's sensuous lips parting automatically in a mirrored response. 'I'm not always the most instantly impressive of guys, I know. But...' he shrugged, 'Sometimes I just... grow on someone.'

Oh God, yes you do, thought Debbee as she felt herself sinking helplessly into his eyes again. She had kissed a lot of guys on first dates -- or even on first meetings -- but she was always flirting, teasing. But Debbee knew she wasn't flirting now. She also sensed that she was beginning to lose control of her emotions towards Paul, and the thought scared her whilst simultaneously making her feel just a little excited.

With an effort, Debbee pulled herself from deep within his eyes. The tip of her tongue peeped from between her full, painted lips, moistening them.

'Paul,' she murmured. 'How old are you?'

He gazed at Debbee. 'Does it matter?'

Debbee was unable to take her pretty eyes off him now. 'No, it doesn't,' she whispered, the rich waves of her dark hair rippling gracefully as she gently shook her head. 'I'm just curious.'

Paul searched Debbee's beautiful face, gauging her reaction.

'Thirty-eight.'

There was the briefest widening of the eighteen-year-old's carefully outlined eyes, then they grew soft as her neural programming took over. Debbee sighed contentedly, realising now how much she preferred older men. Why had she not understood this earlier? Her heart was beating fast now.

'I bet you're very experienced,' she breathed, and almost immediately giggled softly. 'God, did I really just say that? I'm so sorry.'

Paul grinned at Debbee, enjoying her. 'Don't worry,' he purred. His fingers slid gently up across Debbee's slender neck and stroked her porcelain-smooth cheek. She smiled at him, her pretty eyes sliding shut with enjoyment as her head tilted to one side and encouraged Paul's deft fingers to caress behind her jewelled ear.

Paul leaned towards the gorgeous girl, closing the tiny space between them, and eased Debbee's sensuous, smiling lips apart with his tongue. Within seconds they were hungrily snogging once more, their breaths quickening as Paul gently squeezed one of Debbee's supple, lycra-clad buttocks and her pencil-slim fingers ran slowly through his greying hair. His erection ached with desire for her, and as their tongues pressed silkily together Debbee felt herself growing warm and slippery with excitement for the man she had accepted some time ago now as her new boyfriend.

This time when they separated, their breaths came back under control only with a conscious effort. Paul caressed Debbee's delicate chin, his other arm still snugged around her hourglass waist.

'Debbee, it's late,' he murmured. 'I have my car outside. Come back with me for coffee... it's not far.'

Debbee's golden rule was to never, ever go back to a man's home on their first date. Except now as she smiled and tilted her pretty head to one side, her smooth cheek nestling into his cupped hand, she heard herself saying: 'Yes, alright. That would be nice.'

Her heart skipped a beat -- had she really just agreed to Paul's invitation to go back to his place? Then, as Paul took her slim hands and drew her to her feet, Debbee felt the pouting lips of her vulva slide easily, wetly against each other with the standing motion, and her heart began to beat even faster than before. Oh God oh God. She couldn't remember ever being this excited by a man before. She looked up at Paul as they strolled from the bar, their fingers entwining as he took her hand in his, and knew that she was struggling to control herself now.

The air outside was late-evening cool, but his car was parked close by. As Debbee closed the passenger door she glanced nervously at Paul, suddenly doubtful, and then her pretty eyes softened with contentment as his lips found hers and lingered there for a few seconds, his tongue flickering briefly into Debbee's soft, open mouth. She smiled indulgently to herself as they pulled out onto the road, Paul's hand finding her upper thigh and stroking the smooth, tanned skin gently, her apprehension gone now. It was only coffee, anyway, she told herself. Only coffee. Her vulva felt deliciously slippery, the soft lips bathed in her own oils.

* * * * * * * * * *

Charlotte sighed softly as her pretty, blue eyes suddenly opened, and realised that she had been asleep. Her fabulous, naked body was cradled in James's arms as they lay entwined together, her silk-topped head resting against his chest.

She blinked once or twice, a smile spreading across her full, sensuous lips as she remembered the ferocity of their lovemaking. Charlotte had snuggled against James after he had finally slithered from her hot, sperm-filled vagina, and he had held her smooth body tightly as Charlotte gently shuddered in his arms five or six times over the next couple of minutes, the tiny aftershocks of her orgasm rippling delightfully through her spent body and forcing a soft gasp from her painted lips each time. Their sex had been unbelievably good, the best she had ever had -- but Charlotte had a feeling it was going to get better still.

She lifted her pretty, blonde head from James's chest, watching his face as his eyes opened to regard her.

'Did you have a nice rest?' he smiled.

'Uh-huh.' Charlotte kissed his chest. 'I think you wore me out.'

James ogled the eighteen-year-old's beautiful face. His penis was beginning to lengthen steadily once more against Charlotte's taut belly. 'Not completely, I hope.'

Charlotte eased herself up towards James's face, her smooth belly sliding delightfully over his now rapidly swelling erection. 'No,' she purred, her pretty eyes beginning to darken with arousal already at the feeling of his long, purple pole pressing into her tummy. 'Not completely.'




Debbee and Charlotte



Their tongues slithered together as they entered each other's mouths, Charlotte's lightly painted eyelids fluttering shut as their lips sealed perfectly together and she began to suck greedily on his tongue. After a few seconds, James gently rolled Charlotte onto her back, his erection throbbing now, and as his knee slid between Charlotte's flawlessly depilated thighs her pouting vulva opened with a soft click. She murmured with anticipation at the sensation, the tiny crimson bulb of her clitoris slithering unhurriedly from its hood, her sex oils already oozing from the pores of her vagina and mixing with the semen still laying inside her. Behind her closed eyelids, Charlotte's pupils were swollen orbs of arousal. Oh God, she wanted him so much. Yes, do me again, do me again.

* * * * * * * * * *

Paul and Debbee stood in the middle of his kitchen, their eyes closed, arms tight around each other, open mouths working smoothly together around their long, probing tongues. They had started kissing almost as soon as they entered Paul's apartment, and now as the kettle heated, boiled, and switched itself off unnoticed, the only noise in the room was the soft, excited hiss of breath against cheek.

Paul pulled his tongue from deep inside Debbee's sensuous, wet mouth and plunged his lips into the perfumed hollow of her slender neck, a soft gasp escaping the gorgeous girl as his tongue stroked the tender skin beneath her jewelled ear. Debbee's carefully outlined eyes were closed and flickering softly, her full, waxed lips parted in a smile of enjoyment, and she murmured faintly as his hand pushed deep into her mahogany hair and lifted the silken mass to one side for maximum access, his tongue sliding behind her ear and caressing the sensitive skin there.

Paul's penis was huge and throbbing with desire for Debbee, the long shaft pressing against her soft belly. He wanted to be careful, to not alarm the beautiful eighteen-year-old virgin during his seduction of her - but he knew he couldn't wait much longer. Still gently working behind her ear with a deft tongue, Paul carefully manoeuvred himself around behind Debbee, his hands now caressing her flat belly and making her shiver at the sensation of his stroking fingers. Debbee's sensuous lips opened with a tiny noise of pleasure as Paul's tongue gently wormed into her ear, and at the same time his fingers traced up between her firm, full breasts and settled on the top button of her filmy blouse. His tongue searched the contours of Debbee's inner ear and she leaned back against his strong body as her semi-transparent blouse began to loosen beneath his fingers.

Debbee's pretty face wrinkled slightly as she felt Paul's hands between her plump breasts, her blouse open to below her cleavage now. 'Paul...?' she murmured.

The thirty-eight year old pulled his tongue from deep within Debbee's jewelled ear.

'Relax, Debbee,' he purred soothingly. 'Relax... relax...'

Paul watched her immaculate face carefully, enjoying the sight of her closed eyes smoothing out as he whispered in her ear, her painted lips parting with a soft click as her apprehension wilted obediently. 'Relax, Debbee...' His fingers were at her navel now, her flimsy blouse billowing open as he worked on the last few buttons. 'Yes, Debbee... relax.' Paul kissed her earlobe as he parted the last of her buttons and slid his fingertips over Debbee's smooth, bare belly for the first time. 'Relax.'

Debbee's full lips opened a little further, her pretty head sagging against his mouth as he worked at her ear. Paul sighed happily as his fingers traced the complicated jewel buried in her navel, delighted that Debbee had a pierced belly button, one of his favourite turn-ons in a girl. His erection was huge against Debbee's firm, rounded buttocks. 'Relax.'

Still stroking Debbee's flat belly, Paul reached one hand out and opened a nearby drawer, pulling out a soft, luxuriant feather tickler. He sucked Debbee's jewelled earlobe. 'Relax...'

Debbee gasped as Paul gently drew the feather ruff across her bare belly, her fabulous body flinching in his arms at the touch. Holding her tightly against him, he swept the feathers slowly back and forth across the sensitive skin of Debbee's smooth, tanned belly until the girl finally settled against him with a sigh of contentment, her pretty head pillowing against his shoulder. Paul was twirling the ruff as he moved, so the feathers swirled delicately across her skin. 'Yes, Debbee,' purred Paul, the feathers stroking softly across her bare skin above her jewelled navel now. 'Yes, Debbee... relax and enjoy... enjoy.'

Debbee trembled briefly in Paul's arms as he found an extra-sensitive area of her belly just above the waistline of her tight miniskirt. 'Oh, Paul...' she whispered, feeling herself sinking gently into his arms as he caressed her with the soft feathers. Oh God, that felt good. Her sensuous, waxed lips opened with a quivering sigh of enjoyment as he drew the feather ruff up over her plump cleavage and began to sweep the soft plumes into the secret hollows of her neck. His hand caressed her silk-smooth cheek and gently turned Debbee's pretty head towards him, the feather swirling over the muscles of her exposed neck.

'Oh Paul...' Debbee breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure, and then his tongue slid all the way between her open, painted lips and she allowed herself to melt against him completely, enjoying the feel of his heavy erection pressing between the cleft of her lycra-sheathed buttocks. Just a few inches from his huge, purple penis, Debbee's vulva slowly blossomed into a soft, pink flower against her tiny, tight panties, her hot vagina so saturated with her own sex oils that she was beginning to leak into her underwear. Debbee was starting to pant now, on the edge of abandonment to him, her self-control almost gone.

She gasped as she felt the soft feathers swirling against her exposed cleavage, sweeping over the upper slopes of her full breasts above her tiny brassiere. The lacy cups barely contained the lower half of Debbee's fabulous breasts, and Paul had full access to her down to the tops of her dark aureoles. Her mouth pulled away from his as her pretty head tilted back until it lay pillowed against his shoulder, her sensuous lips opening in a silent pout of enjoyment as the delicate feather ball gently caressed her breasts just an inch or two from her rapidly swelling nipples. She had never, ever felt like this with a man before.

Paul ogled Debbee's beautiful, rapt face as he swept the soft feather ball over the eighteen-year-old's firm upper breasts. He was so close now, he knew. She was teetering on the brink. 'Enjoy, Debbee. Enjoy.' He swirled the feathers across her sensitised skin for a few more seconds, Debbee sagging helplessly against him, her pretty eyes closed and sensuous lips open. It was time.

'Debbee,' he purred, 'Debbee... take off your bra.' He twirled the feather ball over the tiny, lacy cups, drawing a soft gasp from Debbee as her aroused nipples strained towards the stroking ruff. Her filmy blouse was almost off her shoulders now.

Panting with excitement, Debbee immediately lifted her slim hands behind her and unhooked the catch of her flimsy brassiere. Paul leered over her shoulder as he deftly swept the strapless brassiere away and Debbee's fabulous, full breasts tumbled out onto the waiting feathers. God, she was magnificent. And she was going to be his.

Debbee whimpered with joy as the soft feathers found the delicate nubs of her nipples for the first time. She had never been this far before, never exposed her firm young breasts to any man, but this thought never even entered her head as Paul swirled the feather ruff lightly over first one nipple, then the other, her long, inflamed teats tingling with pleasure at his ministrations. Debbee's luxuriant hips tilted as her long, smooth legs trembled weakly with enjoyment, and the action caused the pouting lips of her vulva to slither wetly together. Oh God yes, she exulted, that felt fabulous. Unable to stop herself, Debbee's curvy hips began to move gently against Paul's enormous erection as he teased her plump breasts with the feather ball, the open petals of her slippery vulva slithering delightfully across each other and making Debbee's sensuous, open lips quiver with excitement. A tiny noise of pleasure escaped her throat.

Debbee turned her pretty head towards her new man, forcing her carefully painted eyes to open halfway so she could look at him. Paul caressed Debbee's erect nipples with the feathers, the girl's pretty eyes flickering helplessly at the sensation. 'Enjoy, Debbee,' he whispered. 'Relax and enjoy.'

Debbee immediately began to sink into his eyes as he gazed at her. 'Oh... Paul,' she whimpered, her luxuriant hips squirming gently against him. She was gone now, she knew, just waiting for him to do what he would with her.

Paul brushed the feathers lightly across the inflamed pegs of Debbee's nipples and her long, depilated legs sagged weakly with pleasure. 'Debbee,' he purred, studying her beautiful face. 'I'm going to take you to the bedroom.' His penis pulsed hungrily against her fabulously firm buttocks. 'You will be more comfortable there.'

She didn't answer, simply began to shuffle forwards as Paul steered her from the kitchen, her pretty eyes never leaving his face. The feathers swirled across her bare, sensitised breasts, her bare, jewelled belly, and - four hours after his mouth fell open with instant desire at first sight of her - Paul guided Debbee into his bedroom for the first time.

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Charlotte's gorgeous mouth opened wide with delight as she gently lowered herself onto James's long, purple penis, his hands on her luxuriant hips guiding her down until the taut-stretched lips of her vulva settled snugly against his hairy hilt. She was facing away from him, straddled across James's reclining body, but as Charlotte gasped with excitement at the sensation of his heavy glans nosing against the neck of her womb, his erection filling her fabulous young body completely, James could clearly see Charlotte's beautiful face in the full-length mirror at the foot of his bed. Her pretty eyes were all but closed, just a thin line of white showing between her painted eyelids, and as Charlotte pulled herself off of him until only his blunt tip remained inside her before allowing herself to sink luxuriously all the way down on his long, glistening shaft once more, James relished watching those eyes flutter helplessly with enjoyment, savoured Charlotte's soft, contralto whimper of pleasure, ogled the shimmering blonde sheet of her hair rippling against her flawless back. James slid his hands around Charlotte's narrow waist, just above the flare of her curvy hips, and began to work the gorgeous eighteen-year-old up and down over his heavy, contoured erection, her pretty head tilting all the way back as they began to move together in sweet rhythm.

James was panting rapidly with excitement as he controlled Charlotte's gently squirming hips, his hands at her narrow waist guiding the gorgeous blonde up and down over his long, contoured shaft, ogling Charlotte's beautiful, open mouth and full, bouncing breasts in the carefully placed mirror in front of them. James shuddered with delight as he drew her fabulous young body onto his heavy erection again and again, relishing his conquest of her.

Charlotte's slim, French-manicured fingers gripped James's pelvis tightly as she slid down onto his purple shaft once more, the soft, quivering gasps escaping her in perfect time with each of his inward strokes beginning to fill the room now as their rhythm increased to a deliciously brisk pace. Presently, Charlotte's gasps became plaintive as the excitement began to overwhelm her, her sensuous, open lips pouting with pleasure... but she was not ready to surrender just yet. Her curvy hips were wriggling helplessly in James's hands as he thrust deep into her again, again, but with an immense effort Charlotte controlled herself, moaning softly as she forced down the first exquisite tremors of approaching orgasm. This was Charlotte's favourite sex position, and she was so aroused she felt like she wanted to ride James like this for a long, long time. She whimpered with joy as he drew her down onto his long penis once more, her fingernails digging into his pelvis, her mouth wide open now. Please, please. Charlotte's pretty head sagged to one side as James's erection slid effortlessly into her hot, slippery cunt, his rhythm perfect. Please, don't make me come just yet. Just fuck me. Fuck me.

Charlotte's fabulous body strained forward as she struggled gently in his hands, trying vainly to ease her swollen G-spot away from the wonderful contours of his smoothly pistoning penis. Oh God, yes, fuck me. Fuck me 'til it hurts. Charlotte moaned happily as James's hands found her breasts, squeezing them gently, his erection slithering in and out of her like a machine. Oh yes, fuck me just like that. Fuck me so much I walk wrong for a week. Oh God oh yes.

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Paul slipped Debbee's semi-transparent blouse from her smooth, toned shoulders as soon as they entered his bedroom, leaving the gorgeous eighteen-year-old topless before him as he turned her to face him.

'Unbutton my shirt,' he urged softly.

Debbee's pretty eyes fluttered with enjoyment as Paul ran the feather ball lightly over the flawless, tan skin of her back, her pencil-slim fingers trembling at the sensation and her breath quivering as she obediently began to unfasten his shirt. Her beautiful young face tilted up towards him as Paul found an ultra-sensitive point at the base of Debbee's spine, swirling the feathers delicately across her skin, and as her eyes finally flickered shut her full, painted lips parted with a soft click. This felt wonderful. She shivered, and her slim hands began to move faster on his buttons.

Paul was panting with arousal. 'Keep going,' he whispered as Debbee finished unfastening his shirt. 'Undo my trousers too.'

Debbee did not even hesitate now, the girl long past any notion of resistance to him. As her lacquered nails began to unbutton his jeans her slim fingertips brushed over the heavy pole of his erection, causing a gasp of excitement to escape the older man's lips, and a tiny part of Debbee's mind sent up the faintest warning signal at the speed at which their intimacy was escalating. Her beautiful, brown eyes fluttered weakly open just as the feather ball stroked delightfully up beneath her chin, tilting her pretty head up to look at him.

'... Oh...' Debbee's mind settled contentedly back into its tracks under Paul's gaze, her pencil-slim fingers beginning to hasten their descent at his button fly.

'That's good, Debbee,' he purred, ogling the girl's gorgeous face as she returned his smile. 'Relax... relax. Now,' his voice trembled with desire for her. 'Slip my jeans down.'

Her eyes never leaving his, Debbee slid her small hands inside the waistband of Paul's jeans and pushed them down over his hips until they loosened from his thighs and fell into a heap at his ankles. She had become lost in his eyes again, locked into him as he drew her slim, smooth body against him and relished the feel of her skin against his for the first time. Her bare breasts felt glorious against his chest.

Debbee murmured softly as she felt her short, tight black miniskirt suddenly loosen as Paul began unzipping her, drawing the narrow toggle all the way down over Debbee's rounded buttocks, and then she relaxed into his arms with a sigh of pleasure as the soft feathers slid inside the open wings of her miniskirt and began to swirl delectably over the bare upper swells of her smooth buttocks. Debbee's mouth opened a little further.

'Very good, Debbee,' Paul whispered as the girl nestled happily against him. 'Very good.'

He began to sink to his knees before her. 'Very good,' Paul murmured reassuringly, 'very good.' He continued twirling the feather ball over Debbee's flawless skin, moving it around her hips to sweep gently over her flat, jewelled belly, causing Debbee's tummy muscles to jump once at the sensation before they settled contentedly under his ministrations. 'Very good.' Still stroking her taut, tanned belly, Paul began with his other hand to ease Debbee's tiny miniskirt down over her curvy hips, first one side, then the other. He looked up at her pretty face for signs of doubt or distress but Debbee was gone now, beautiful eyes closed, sensuous lips open in a pout of enjoyment. His neural programming of her had overwhelmed her completely, sweeping away every last tendril of her resistance.

Her tiny, black miniskirt slid over her shapely knees and collapsed into a soft ring around her slim ankles, leaving Debbee dressed only in her tall, polished stilettos and the tiniest panties Paul had ever seen on a woman. A minuscule triangle of sheer, white fabric barely covered Debbee's vulva, and was held in place on her curvy hips by lycra strings no thicker than a bootlace. Above this tiny scrap of silk, the daringly exposed bulge of Debbee's pubic mound was so cleanly shaven it looked even smoother than the skin of her flat belly. Paul was panting with lust for her.

'Very good, Debbee,' he breathed, swirling the feathers down over her long, sculpted thighs and stroking the sensitive skin behind her knees. 'Relax...'

Debbee's already pleasure-weakened legs sagged bonelessly as the feather ball caressed the backs of her knees, a tiny murmur of pleasure escaping her open lips. 'Relax, Debbee,' Paul purred. 'Sit down on the bed.'

The gorgeous teen sank onto the edge of Paul's bed, her fabulous breasts trembling delightfully at the movement. Her perfectly turned nipples were still long and stiff, and Paul could see at the tiny crotch of her flimsy, white panties a darker, coin-sized circle where Debbee's wet, pouting vulva was kissing the sheer silk. Oh God, yes, he thought. His penis was throbbing with desire.

'Relax, Debbee.' Paul stood and quickly slipped off his shirt. 'Relax...' He stepped out of his jeans and pulled his boxer shorts away from his huge, purple penis, which sprang eagerly forwards, pulsing gently a few inches from Debbee's beautiful face. Her eyes were still closed. 'Relax...' Paul was naked now.

He leaned towards Debbee's sitting figure and gently kissed her soft, open lips, his tongue sliding into her mouth as they locked together. As they began to kiss deeply, Debbee's slim fingers ran through Paul's chest hair and onto his broad shoulders, her lightly painted eyelids flickering as she felt him begin to ease her almost naked body back down onto his bed. Oh God, this was it, she thought as she felt her shoulders nestle into his pillows, felt the weight of Paul's body as he settled himself above her, one of his knees slipping between her long, bare legs as his tongue explored her mouth. His hands were beginning to run eagerly over the flawless skin of her hips, and she could feel the immense pole of his erection against her thigh. This was it. He was going to make love to her.

Debbee whimpered with anticipation at the thought, her smoothly depilated legs opening as his knee nestled against the soft bulge of her wet crotch. Her long, carmine fingernails were already beginning to lightly scratch him as she ran her fingertips over Paul's back. He was going to make love to her, and she was ready... ready to be filled by him.

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Charlotte was moaning with pleasure now as she lowered herself onto James's huge penis again, again, their pace quick enough that he was beginning to plunge back and forth inside her. They were both panting hard with excitement. The older man's hands were tight on Charlotte's luxuriant hips, dragging her all the way down onto him each time so his blunt, purple dome bumped gently against the neck of her cervix at each stroke. Charlotte could barely control herself now, whimpering with anguish as she fought to hold back the orgasm that had been boiling impatiently for long minutes, eager to engulf her. No, no, please. If I come, you'll come, and then we'll stop. Please, don't make me come yet, just fuck me, make me not walk right. Oh, again again.




Debbee and Charlotte



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Debbee was whimpering softly as Paul's lips hoovered over her silk-smooth breasts, her back arching towards him each time he took one of her long, rubbery nipples into his mouth. His knee was still between her legs, pressed firmly against the wet crotch of her tiny panties, and Debbee's hips were moving helplessly beneath him, massaging herself against his hard thigh.

Paul couldn't wait any longer. He was relishing the feel of Debbee's wonderful breasts under his lips, the taste of her hard, aroused nipples in his mouth... but he simply had to fuck her now.

Lifting himself away from her, Paul ran his fingertips over Debbee's silken breasts and down across the muscles of her taut belly, kissing the complex jewel embedded in her navel as he slid his fingers inside the thin lycra strings of her flimsy panties. Almost whimpering with excitement, Paul began to draw the strings down over Debbee's luxuriant hips, his eyes bulging as he slowly peeled Debbee's panties away from her engorged vulva, exposing her completely to him for the first time.

Debbee gasped as she felt her panties slipping down her supple thighs, her wet vulva pouting eagerly with anticipation. Her pretty eyes fluttered open just far enough to watch Paul finally draw the tiny garment over her slim ankles and discard it, his fingers gliding delightfully up over her inner thighs just a few inches from her hot, open labia. Oh yes, she thought, I'm ready.

Debbee's sensuous lips opened with a soft moan of pleasure as the older man's fingertip brushed lightly across the quivering petals of her vulva, her long, depilated legs opening easily at his touch. Paul leered at Debbee as his fingertips caressed her wet, open sex, watching the gorgeous girl squirm with arousal each time he touched the crimson bulb of her exposed clitoris. Her smooth legs were wide apart now.

'Does it feel good, Debbee?' Paul murmured, gently teasing the underside of her clit with deft fingers until her pretty head rolled to one side at the sensation.

'Oh... God...' whimpered Debbee, gasping suddenly as a half-inch of Paul's questing fingertip slipped smoothly between her soft sex lips.

'Does it feel good?' Paul's fingertip glistened with Debbee's slippery oils as he drew it up and across her throbbing clitoris.

Debbee's back arched, her pencil-slim fingers clutching at his duvet. 'Oh God yes, oh yes,' she whispered as his finger dipped into her body once more. Paul stroked her swollen clitoral hood between two wet fingertips.

'What do you want, Debbee?' he murmured. His penis was so hard it was almost painful, a huge pole of purple muscle. 'What do you want?'

Debbee whimpered, her fabulous body straining against his teasing fingers. She was utterly helpless now.

'Oh God...' Debbee moaned plaintively, 'Oh God... take me.'

Paul gently dipped a finger inside Debbee again, this time a little further until a soft bleat from the gorgeous eighteen-year-old told him he had found her G-spot. The rough-textured bump of her sex button was already swollen into a bloated sac with her arousal. 'What do you want?' He was kneeling between Debbee's long, open legs now.

'Please...' Debbee whispered, her pretty head tilting back as Paul caressed the sensitive petals of her vulva, coating her with her own sex oils. 'Please... take me. Take me.'

The tip of Paul's enormous glans was crowned with a huge globe of pre-ejaculate, and he spread the slippery fluid over his blunt dome with one forefinger as he lowered himself over Debbee's fabulous young body. 'What do you want?'

'Oh God yes take me, take me!' Debbee implored, panting with excitement and forcing her pretty eyes open to look up at him as she felt his hips settle onto hers, her carmine-tipped fingers sliding eagerly over Paul's broad shoulders and pulling him down onto her.

Paul gently kissed Debbee's sensuous mouth, and then they both gasped as the tip of his penis nestled between the soft, pink lips of her vulva.

'Be careful,' moaned Debbee, her eyes sliding shut at the touch of him. 'You're my first.'

Paul ogled Debbee's beautiful face. 'I know,' he breathed, and gently eased forward.

Debbee cried out as Paul opened her soft vulva with his blunt dome, her flawlessly polished nails digging into his neck. God oh God he felt so big. She held her breath then as he began to slide very gently into her, the first inch of him taking perhaps five seconds to disappear between her slippery lips. After another inch of him had eased into her, Debbee released her breath with a noisy gasp, and began to pant with excitement at the feel of him inside her. Oh yes, oh yes.

Paul leered down at Debbee as he entered her carefully, whimpering with relief at the fabulous sensation of her hot, tight body gently gripping his pulsing erection. God, she felt so good. He felt her back arch underneath him as he fed his whole length into her magnificent body, her gorgeous mouth wide open at the size of him, her first-ever lover. As his hairy hilt finally nestled against Debbee's billiard-ball smooth pubis, he felt the tip of his glans nose gently up to the neck of her womb.

They lay together, panting, for several seconds.

'How does it feel, Debbee?' Paul murmured into her jewelled ear, taking the scented lobe into his mouth. He pushed his hands deep into Debbee's thick, silky hair, enjoying the feel of the glossy mass in his hands as her pretty eyes opened into unfocussed slits.

'... Amazing,' Debbee breathed softly. 'Amazing.'

She gasped as Paul began to withdraw, slithering wetly out of her until only his heavy dome lay between her sex lips, and then Debbee whimpered helplessly as he slid slow and easy all the way back into her once more.

'Ohh... God oh God...' she whispered, and from then on Debbee was incapable of speech as Paul withdrew, and slithered back into her, and withdrew, and slithered back into her, repeating his strokes until they began to flow together in a sweet, slow rhythm inside her. Debbee's pretty head sagged against Paul's muscular forearm as he began to fuck her, her sensuous, painted lips wide open at the incredible sensation of him thrusting smoothly in and out of her. Oh God, she thought, Charlotte had been right. This was unbelievably good.

Yet Debbee was so glad that she had waited. She whimpered with joy as the ridge of Paul's heavy glans slid back and forth across her bloated G-spot, the pleasure radiating warmly through her curvy hips, his enormous penis filling her completely. So glad she had waited for the right man.

Paul was leering in triumph as he studied Debbee's immaculate face, his long, purple erection sliding into her lithe body again, again. Only five hours earlier, he had drawn in a sharp breath of delight as his eyes widened at the first sight of Debbee walking into the bar with Charlotte. Less than three hours ago, he had spent perhaps twenty minutes bathing Debbee's pretty face in the intense blue light from the cameraphone screen he held closely in front of her, whispering softly into her jewelled ear until Debbee's eyes had rolled sightlessly back into her head and she sagged back into the soft cushions of the secluded alcove, transfixed completely by him. Two and a half hours earlier, Paul had finally woken Debbee from her helpless stupefaction after his prolonged infiltration of her deepest subconscious. And now -- Paul gasped as his long penis slithered effortlessly all the way back into Debbee's fabulous, naked body once more -- she was his. He thrust sweetly into Debbee again, and again, his hands deep in her rich hair turning her pretty head to one side and his lips gliding across the muscles of her slender neck, sucking eagerly at the soft, perfumed skin, enjoying her.

Debbee whimpered plaintively as Paul fucked her with long, unhurried strokes, the sweet, insistent repetition of his movements filling her with an incredible, building delight she had never experienced in masturbation. He felt huge inside her, his thrusts so deep that the spongy tip of his contoured penis seemed to travel right up between her breasts at each stroke, yet he was gently enough that his size was exciting rather than unnerving. Her sensuous lips were wide open with joy, her long, polished fingernails flexing rhythmically into the skin of Paul's shoulders at each inward thrust. Her neck tingled from his sucking kisses, the sensation adding to the pleasure radiating right through her fabulous body from between her gently squirming hips, and Debbee let out a soft, breathless moan of anticipation as she felt her excitement beginning to quicken.

Paul couldn't hold back any longer, his rhythm increasing slowly until he was thrusting inside Debbee with soft, plunging strokes. His hands tightened in her rich, mahogany hair as he ogled every pore of her beautiful young face, Debbee's expression still smooth and joyful in spite of the increased pace of his thrusts. She was squirming a little more beneath him now, tiny moans coming one after another from her sensuous, open lips, but Debbee's rapt face showed Paul that it was pleasure, not discomfort, driving her responses. He lowered his head and thrust his tongue between Debbee's soft, painted lips as he plunged sweetly into her again, again, his long shaft slithering repetitively over the swollen dome of Debbee's bloated G-spot, her smooth body beginning to struggle gently beneath him. Unable to help himself, Paul began to plunge a little more firmly into his beautiful conquest, and Debbee whimpered plaintively as her excitement began to spiral upwards.

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Charlotte hadn't breathed for several seconds now, simply sat across James with her sensuous mouth wide open and carefully outlined eyes tight shut, allowing the older man's frantically clutching hands to drive her curvy hips up and down on his heavy, purple penis. She was so close now, she knew, that even breathing would upset her razor-edged equilibrium and bring on her orgasm. Her full, painted lips quivered as she hovered on the brink of abandonment. Please, please, not yet. I want to not walk straight. Charlotte could already feel the growing sensitivity in her exhausted vulva, already knew her soft sex lips were becoming swollen and red from James's prolonged usage of her. Oh yes, yes that's it.

Still pulling Charlotte's fabulous body down over his glistening penis, James moved his hands onto the gorgeous blonde's hourglass waist. His rhythm was rapid now, and, plunging hard into the girl with long, plunging strokes, he pulled Charlotte's upper body towards him, leaning her back over his torso until her long, silken hair began to drape across his chest.

Charlotte's painted eyelids fluttered helplessly as James tilted her backwards, his erection sliding ever-more firmly against her tortured G-spot with each stroke. Her pretty head straining right back until she faced the ceiling, Charlotte held her breath for one more of his exquisite strokes, then let go in a whimper of delight as the last shreds of her self-control finally gave way under his ministrations. Charlotte panted with excitement, her back arching as James plunged again into her already trembling body, her long, manicured fingernails digging into his hips, and then a smile of utter joy flooded her beautiful face as Charlotte felt her orgasm racing up to engulf her.

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Debbee's pretty head twisted to one side in Paul's hands as she felt her pleasure begin building rapidly, his gently plunging strokes deep inside her pushing her excitement higher and higher with each thrust. Whimpering plaintively, Debbee forced her fluttering eyelids to open just enough so she could see Paul working rhythmically above her, his fingers tight in her rich, dark hair now. At the sight of her man, Debbee moaned with joy and her pleasure sweetened to an exquisite depth, her fabulous body struggling gently beneath him, her flawlessly polished fingernails digging into the meat of his smoothly driving buttocks. They stared into each other's eyes for several long, deep strokes, and then Debbee's beautiful, brown eyes drifted helplessly to one side, losing focus and gazing sightlessly past Paul's shoulder as his sweet, insistent thrusts slowly tipped her over the point of no return.

Paul moaned with excitement as he watched Debbee's pretty eyes glaze over with delight, knowing that he had her on the brink of orgasm now. His huge penis felt incredibly sensitised inside her, as though every nerve ending in his body had migrated to his thrusting, purple dome, and as he slid smoothly back into Debbee once more he felt her knees lifting at his sides until her long, sculpted legs were bent double alongside his hips. Debbee's whimpers of joy were growing high-pitched as she strained upwards against him, her pretty head tilted backwards in his hands, her back arching powerfully beneath him as he thrust into her again, again.

Debbee's eyes closed tight as her fabulous body began to tremble with incredible joy, her whimpers a breathless treble now. She quickly slid her smooth legs around Paul's gently pistoning hips as she hovered on the brink of release, wrapping him tight in her arms and legs, clinging desperately to him for another three or four glorious strokes whilst her pleasure became exquisitely unbearable... and then her head slammed back into the pillow, and Debbee cried out as her orgasm engulfed her.

Debbee's long nails pulled sharply at Paul's driving buttocks as she bucked helplessly beneath him, her tortured G-spot collapsing and releasing a long, hot stream of clear ejaculate onto his thrusting penis. She was almost sobbing with ecstasy, her soft cries quivering with animal passion, her orgasm overwhelming her so completely that she felt as though she was on the verge of passing out with pleasure. Her luxuriant hips writhed, unable to escape his inexorable rhythm as Paul slithered into her again and again, wanting him to stop and release her yet craving the glorious feel of him sliding deep inside her orgasming body. Debbee shuddered with delight beneath him, whimpering and clawing at him as her sharp ecstasy slowly mellowed into deep, blissful satisfaction. And as the tortuous peak of her orgasm began to ebb, Debbee began to thrust her curvy, trembling hips against Paul's still gently plunging penis once more, relishing the delicious spike of pleasure each stroke sent through her hyper-sensitive body.

Paul's mouth opened wide as Debbee began to work beneath him, his gasps becoming harsh, his thrusts quickening into an urgent pistoning inside her slippery, wriggling body. He had felt the first exquisite tremors of orgasm as soon as Debbee had drenched his heavy, contoured erection with her sex fluid as she peaked, and had barely been able to hold himself back whilst Debbee had climaxed noisily beneath him. Now, as his bulging eyes studied every pore of Debbee's beautiful face, he gave a whimper of joy as he felt himself pass beyond his own control. He plunged into Debbee three or four more times, relishing the utter inevitability of his approaching orgasm, then his hands scrunched down in her thick, silken hair and he shuddered to a halt all the way inside Debbee, the tiny eyelet of his penis already opening and closing in dry pumps.

Paul cried out in glorious relief as his orgasm overcame him, the soft eyelet of his quivering penis opening once more and this time hosing a powerful jet of hot semen into Debbee's fabulous body. Paul whimpered with ecstasy, slumping across Debbee as he began to squirt long, thick ribbons of sperm into her, quickly filling her vulva with his potent seed. It briefly occurred to Paul that Debbee was probably not on the pill, and the thought that she might actually be pregnant by him within the next few minutes turned him on amazingly, making him groan with excitement and deliver a thick, spermy jet directly onto the neck of Debbee's womb. Burying his head in her rich, dark hair, Paul moved gently inside Debbee, shivering with pleasure as his balls emptied their contents into the gorgeous eighteen-year-old in rhythmic pulses of his huge penis, flooding her with his semen as she squirmed delightedly beneath him, Debbee enjoying the novelty of his slippery, liquid heat deep inside her.

Gradually, Paul's orgasm began to fade and they lay locked together, both of them panting with satisfaction. Occasionally, Paul gasped and his penis flexed gently, another gout of thick sperm dribbling lazily into Debbee's body, whilst she periodically gripped his purple shaft with her vulva and sighed with pleasure as the last of her contractions rippled through her. But eventually, Paul slithered wetly from Debbee's spent body, a warm river of their mixed ejaculate following him from Debbee's vulva as his withdrawing penis gently uncorked her. He slumped onto his side next to her, his fingers running across the sweat-sheathed skin of her belly and finding the ornate jewel in her navel.

He smiled. 'I think you enjoyed your first time, didn't you?'

Debbee turned her pretty head languidly towards him, her carefully outlined eyes barely open. 'Oh God,' she whispered, and giggled softly. 'Oh God... that was unbelievable.'

Paul stroked Debbee's belly. 'I told you I grow on people,' he grinned, enjoying her.

Debbee smiled radiantly. 'You're not kidding are you? At the start of the night, I never would have thought in a million years that you would be The One. But you were.' She watched Paul as he propped himself onto one elbow beside her, his other hand sliding up and over one of her supple breasts. Debbee's sensuous lips opened with a soft click at the sensation of his fingers gently stroking her soft, sated nipple.

'I don't know why I would have thought that at first, though...' Debbee murmured, gazing contentedly into Paul's eyes, 'because you're so sweet, and so attractive.' She lifted one slender arm and ran her pencil-slim fingers through the older man's greying hair, her voice a soft whisper. 'I don't know why I didn't see that straight away. It's just... so obvious.'

Paul leaned across Debbee and, deliciously slowly, opened her lips with his, deft fingers teasing her nipple gently erect as he eased his tongue into the gorgeous eighteen-year-old's inviting mouth. Debbee's slim hand curled around Paul's neck as the began their first soft, post-coital kiss, and just before she pulled him down onto her until his broad shoulders were halfway across her again, Debbee realised two things: one, that although she had implored Paul repeatedly to deflower her, she didn't even know his second name... and two, although they had only met a few hours earlier, Debbee suspected that she was already falling a little bit in love with him.

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Charlotte was sprawled face-down across James's body, her pretty head pillowed on his chest, enjoying the feel of his fingers stroking her narrow back and rounded buttocks, his hand occasionally sliding deep into her flaxen hair and massaging her scalp. She sighed happily as she stretched her long, smooth legs, turning her head upwards to look at James and running one slim, French-manicured finger across his lips.

He grinned underneath her fingertip. 'Are you happy now?'

Charlotte's beautiful blue eyes slid shut as a radiant smile flooded her face. 'Oh, yes...' she sighed, laying her head back onto James's chest and rubbing her smooth cheek against the soft curls of hair there. '...Happy, and spent.'

Charlotte's orgasm had exhausted her. She had held it a bay for so long that when it finally exploded through her it was a monster, engulfing Charlotte completely until her cries of ecstasy became agonised squeals as the bloated sac of her G-spot emptied itself onto James's rapidly thrusting penis in a hot flood of ejaculate. She had writhed so hard on him that he had had to press Charlotte's bucking hips firmly down onto his long, purple shaft to stop her from pulling away from him as she squirmed in unbearable delight, her long nails leaving vivid red lines on his hips as her fingers scrabbled frantically at him. Her incredible peak had lasted so long that Charlotte had thought she was actually going to faint with ecstasy, her desperate gasps coming so fast she had begun to hyperventilate.