No more waiting

Randy stared in amazement at the sight. The lovely Miss Marlton stretched out in the moonlight like a virgin sacrifice on a pagan alter; the way her nude body lay bathed in moonlight only added to the evocative image. He hesitated, but for no real reason. Miss Marlton was freely offering just what his body hungered for, more than offering really, she had all but seduced him as he sat on the windowsill. Randy lowered his frame onto hers, pressing her soft body to her bed covering her lips with his, drinking the intoxicating nectar of her kiss. The bed creaked under his weight, for a moment he wondered if the iron frame would support his 14 stone weight as well as hers. Luckily, after the mattress compressed a little more, the bed ceased its groaning and he could concentrate on Miss Charlotte.

His lips softly explored her face, brushing softly over her eyes, nose and cheeks with feathery kisses before returning once again to the sweet warmth of her lips. Then he shifted downward along her throat and into the sweet-smelling valley that lay between her plump breasts. Part of him knew he should not rush this young maiden, but he needed her so much he couldn't stand waiting any longer. He pulled away only long enough to remove his clothes. With an impatient grunt he kicked off his boots and tore his shirt over his head so fiercely that one of his cuffs ripped almost in all the way off. When his own woolen trousers came off, finally freeing his throbbing member, the cock rose eagerly nearly the length and girth of a belaying pin and he could see the shocked wonder in Miss Charlotte's eyes reminding him of her inexperience with men.

Now, nothing separated her naked body from his. Her left thigh overlapped her other leg demurely concealing her sex from his gaze, but the way she stretched her arms over her head lifting her tits in invitation confirmed that Charlotte had not changed her mind. Randy fell on her again, pressing his bare chest to her mounds and easily planting both his knees between hers, opening her to him as he slid forward in her arms. None of his limited experiences with other women had prepared him for the excitement he felt as he lowered himself onto Miss Charlotte's long-limbed body.

"Please..." Charlotte breathed the word softly into Mr. Fuller's ear when she felt the hard cap of his manhood searching for admittance into her most sacred of places. She didn't even know what she was asking for, certainly not for him to stop. She knew he wouldn't stop anyways, that he couldn't stop now. Charlotte didn't need her horrific experience with Jason Worthington to know that when a man had a woman in this position that there could be no stopping. Her thighs softened and opened just a little wider and she felt her pelvis tilt slightly; she trusted her feminine instincts to give Mr. Fuller what he needed. The unspoken invitation was answered immediately; he pressed forward firmly and Charlotte felt her petals **** apart as his member pushed into her. Until that moment, she didn't think he could possibly fit within her but as he sank into her her vagina stretched ever wider to accommodate his manhood. With his second thrust she felt his cock stretch her even more filling her in a way that she couldn't even have imagined. God, it hurt so good! She moaned in discomfort as she felt her sheath stretch.

For a fleeting moment Charlotte wondered if this was what her friends had tried to describe when they recounted the moment of joining on their wedding bed somehow she felt a little disappointed expecting something a little more dramatic And then Mr. Fuller's next thrust breached her maidenhead and claimed another two or three inches of her tight passage. Charlotte cried out, as much in exultation as in pain. It was just as she had imagined it would be! He was so big he filled her completely; tearing her delicate flesh in a way that no man would ever be able to replicate. Before she had a chance to react to this invasion he thrust into her again driving further into her passage, and still he wasn't satisfied. After the initial stabbing jolt Charlotte focused instead on the pleasure that radiated in waves from her core as Mr Fuller pressed deeper and deeper into her. Her arms locked around his neck urging him on and his unreigned response delighted her in a way that she could not begin to understand.

None of her books came close to describing how good it felt to be fucked like this. Before this moment she had disliked that word to describe the act of love between a man and a woman, but now that she had a man pistoning inside her, no other word seemed adequate to convey the animalistic lust of the act.

Black Brand was her family's sworn enemy! He had **** and assaulted her without mercy, binding her and stripping her as she swung helplessly. Earlier, she had hated the way her weak body had betrayed her, but none of those things mattered anymore, since Mr. Fuller's miraculous appearance to save her from Jason's drunken **** the situation had changed. She had insisted that he take her just like this, and she was not disappointed. Not even the discomfort of his powerful thrusts sliding repeatedly into her tightness mattered, all she cared about was the pleasure she felt building uncontrollably between her opened thighs.

She couldn't stop the climaxes that began rocking her body one after the other, each one stronger than the previous orgasm until finally with a primal grunt Mr. Fuller stiffened and she felt a sudden warmth flooding her core. Neither of them had been able to cry out as they climaxed, but other than that the sex had surpassed even her youthful fantasies.

They lay together on her bed their chests rising and falling in unison. 'It could be a dream.' Charlotte thought whimsically were it not for his solid member still firmly inside her, a constant reminder of what they had just shared. Randy lifted his head with a jerk.

"Oh God," He groaned softly "What have I done?"