Morag
Copyright© 2004 by Kaffir
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - A young woman discovers that with love sex really is alright after all but it needs an older man to show her.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Spanking
"You smell lovely, my Princess, but fairly shortly we're both going to feel sticky and tacky. How about a shower and then we can think about supper and things. I've also got to ring Mary at six."
"Is your shower big enough for both of us?"
"Well it wasn't designed for two at once but we could probably manage."
"I'm sure we could. Where there's a will there's a way."
"Whose will?"
"Both, particularly mine, and your willy."
"My willy? That's not very complimentary and very un-princesslike."
"Sorry, Sire! What about King Willy as in an endearment for King William?"
"Why not King James? That's my name."
"'Cos you haven't got a James or a Jimmie between your legs!"
"Vulgar wench! I probably ought to spank you again for lese majeste but come on let's shower."
"Yes, Sire!" and she bounced off the bed and headed for the bathroom. I swear she swung her hips more than usual but who was I to question that? The movement was enticing and I followed her like an over-sexed spaniel.
We did fit in the shower but only just which we both enjoyed. We washed each other with great precision particularly the erogenous zones with which Morag was fast becoming acquainted. I began to think it was a natural talent. She wasn't able to get me erect again which disappointed her.
"Darling, give up. Men have to have time to recuperate and I am no longer one of your young studs."
"But James, you've lit my fire. You've got to keep it going."
"I will, Princess, but by blowing on the embers which will end up in an even bigger blaze."
"Oh God! You've got all the answers but I'm still hot."
We set about drying each other and we enjoyed doing that too. It took a surprisingly long time and I did bring her off once.
There was still half an hour until I was due to ring Mary so we made a pot of tea and took it through to the sitting-room. I have a favourite armchair in there but quickly realised that with Morag sitting on my knee I would not get to do much tea drinking. Instead I sat on the sofa and Morag snuggled up to my left hand side.
"You haven't even told me which university you finally decided on," I said.
"Bristol," she replied. "I thought about St Andrews and being up in Scotland and closer to my parents but none of my friends are going there so I plumped for Bristol and luckily they accepted me."
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