Chapter 3

"I am weak," I pretended, "so you will have to feed me. I need you to help me recover my strength."

She glided across the room, the brandy in her hand, and a look of compassion on her face. I felt a bit of a cad at the pretense, but it was working.

Cooing soft words of comfort, she came to my side. She worked to adjust the bedclothes and fluff my pillow. As she raised my head, she brought her chest near to my face. The smell of her perfume instantly took my attention.

My manhood had certainly noticed an improvement ... It was hard as a rock and tenting my sheets. Emily noticed my sheets and a rosy color started rising up her chest. I reached out and took her hand as she placed the brandy on the tray on the table beside my bed. She did not resist my advance. Actually she seemed to welcome it.

"Here, my Lord, let me help." Her voice was husky with desire as she slowly started to unlace her bodice.

I noticed, maybe for the first time, that the binding was extremely tight! The more she worked on the bodice, the more I wondered at the actual size of her treasure. When her clothing was finally removed, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She was simply huge.

Her cherry colored nipples were extended almost an inch from the rest of her breast flesh, announcing her excitement. The valley between was enormous. Curiously I extended my hand into the vale and the span of my hand was covered completely with soft, pliable skin. Two hands were not enough to hold one, so I brought my lips to the right teat and first licked and then sucked on it. She let out a little moan and cradled my head to her chest, tacitly inviting me to continue.

My other hand was not left out. I was tweaking the left nipple at the same time. Her hips started to subtly move, just a little as I got into manipulating those marvelous globes. I was licking and sucking, rapidly switching sides and Emily was getting hot!

While this breast play was going on, she was busy also. She loosened the drawstring to her skirt and it was soon on the floor. Now clothed in all her natural beauty, she climbed on the bed with me.

Her hand slinked beneath the sheets as she found the object that had drawn her attention and caused her to fill with lust and desire. It was like a man at arms, standing at attention. I was harder than I could ever remember.

She turned and broke contact with me for a moment as her head went to my member. Soon it was engulfed by her scarlet lips, and I could tell she was not a novice at this art. Lovingly she tongued and sucked my cock as if she were starving and could not get enough to keep her alive. The feeling was exquisite. No one (not even Elaine, in my dreams) had made me feel this good.

Her musk was permeating the room. I knew I would have her soon. As she worked on me, I grabbed her hips and pulled her around. I kissed my way down from her navel to her blonde fur. I found I could encircle her waist with one arm and did so. Holding her thus, I used my other hand to tease her treasure pot.

She was producing copious amounts of fluid with her sex and I desired a taste. So I lowered my lips to her slit and with my tongue, lapped up the love juices she was producing. It was irresistible. Again and again I licked, from her love hole to the little nubbin hidden in the folds of her nether lips.

Every time I hit that nub, her body jerked and she would moan on me. Since she had me fully in her mouth, the feeling on my cock had me nearing explosion. However, I was not inexperienced either and soon produced several orgasms for her with my tongue. I moved my hand again away from her breasts, which caused her to whine a little. She was missing the tweaks, pinches and stimulation I was doing. I moved my hands to her blonde bush and started playing with her lips, moving my fingers through the well-lubricated slit, until I was at the very entrance of her vagina.

I moved my hand forward, two fingers extended, and then it happened. I ran into a wall of flesh. Her hymen was intact. She was a virgin. I had to pull away.

"What's wrong, " she asked. "What did I do, m'Lord? How can I please you? What do you want me to do?"

Her eyes started to tear up.

"You did nothing," I replied, "and it seems that you never have. The wonder is, you are expert with your mouth."

At that point, I took time to take her in my arms and thoroughly explore her mouth with my tongue. She stopped crying and enthusiastically jousted with our tongues for a short time.

"Many have tried to have their way with me, m'Lord, but I resisted their advances," she responded proudly, "I would prefer to have you be my first. I have waited for a long time. All I ask is a little gentleness, and that you don't take me for granted. I will give myself to you, for you make me feel like no other has. I wish to be a woman and I wish you to make me one."

Now you must understand, I am neither a womanizer nor a cad. I have had my share of sexual experience, but I have never had a virgin offer herself to me. I was agog with conflicting feelings. Soon though, other feeling came to the fore as Emily resumed her ministrations on my cock. All too soon she had my pump primed.

I positioned my body over hers. I cautioned her there would be pain, but she assured me she knew it, and she also knew I would be gentle. I slowly entered her hot box and met the resistance. I pushed a little harder, without result. Finally, I had to push with force to gain entrance to the garden. I stopped moving as soon as I was there. I held my position until her pain subsided. Then she started moving her hips, signaling her feelings. I began to pump and she joined the rhythm. She began to vocalize, as we played our symphony.