Jessamy Beech Ch. 03: WHW

Ewan wasn't angry. In fact he was the exact opposite, "Would you ladies like some company?"

"If it's okay with Jess."

Jessamy nodded. She'd wanted Merida all to herself but with Ewan joining them this was going to be even better. How far she went would be up to her.

Merida stroked a hand down Jessamy's belly, took her clothes from her limp hand and dropped them back on the floor. Then she smiled into her eyes, "Now," she said, "I'm busy."

She eased Jessamy's thighs apart again with her hands. Jessamy closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath, waiting to feel that first touch on her damp flesh when Ewan suddenly interrupted and blurted out, "Hey, what about me?"

Jessamy felt really angry with him for the intrusion.

"Sorry,"said Merida, "what about you?"

Jessamy concealed a smile. She opened her eyes again and saw his upside-down face, puzzled and resentful at being left out.

"Sorry again," said Merida, "but I have a prior engagement to take care of. This lovely lady needs to cum."

She knelt once more and at last, at long last, Jessamy felt the tickle of soft hair brushing against her thighs and then the coolness of Merida's breath on her labia. She moaned and spread her legs wider, feeling Merida's hands cool on the insides of her thighs ... and there was her mouth, warm and wet, lips brushing against Jessamy's aching vulva, fingers probing very gently into her.

"Ohh," Jessamy whispered, "please ... don't stop."

And for one of the first times in her life, somebody took notice and listened to her. Merida's tongue lapped against her clitoris, soft and persistent.

"That's so good," Jessamy sighed, stretching her hands out and letting her head roll in ecstasy, "that is so, so good."

Jessamy sensed movement above her and when she opened her eyes, found herself looking up at a strangely foreshortened view of Ewan, kneeling over her face with his hands busy at his fly, "Come on, come on, please."

As he fumbled with his pants, Jessamy thought, I don't have to do this. I can say no if I want and my friends will accept that ...

But then Ewan finally pulled his cock out and Jessamy stared, entranced.

It was huge. Straight and stiff, with the moonlight catching a bead of moisture oozing from the engorged purple tip. Jessamy breathed in the musky scent and her breath caught in her throat. She'd seen penises before back on Mull, but never one as beautiful as this.

Although Jessamy still knew that she could say no, she didn't want to. She sighed and opened her mouth, tilting her head back ... and heard Ewan groan out loud as he slowly pushed his cock between her parted lips.

This, was bliss.

With Merida's warm wet mouth working at her throbbing clitoris and Ewan's sweet tasting cock sliding deep into her mouth. In and out, in and out.

In deeper, until she thought she would choke and just didn't care. Jessamy wanted it to go on for ever, but it seemed like only a few more strokes before Ewan made a strangled sound, his cock jerked and pulsed in her mouth and suddenly his hot cum was spraying down the back of her throat.

Surprised, Jessamy flinched and reflexively swallowed, coughed, then as Ewan withdrew, moaned with disappointment. Merida heard her and stopped for just long enough to say, "Ewan, now you've taken advantage, make yourself useful," and then returned to her gentle, gentle lapping.

Jessamy closed her eyes, savouring the sticky saltiness on her tongue, hoping that Ewan would do as he was told. She felt him shift position on the mattress and then his hands were on her breasts, strong hands, hard with callouses. Ewan tugged and squeezed her nipples and then began to suck them, his stubble scouring the tender skin as he suckled and pinched. She moaned with pleasure and arched her hips towards Merida's face.

Obediently Merida licked her a little harder and slipped a finger up inside her, reaching forward, searching.

"Ohh," Jessamy squealed, because something that Merida had done filled her with such a wonderful sensation that it jerked her immediately into orgasm. Her very first. She gasped and heaved, impaled by Merida's finger, held still by Ewan's strong hands, and it was long seconds before she slumped back on the mattress with a quivering moan.

She didn't lay still for long though. Jessamy quickly reached for Ewan. She didn't have any idea how long it usually took for a man to be ready again, but Ewan was still young and it was possible that he might be by now. She wasn't disappointed. Ewan's cock was back to its erect state, stiff and eager and still shining wetly from her mouth.

Despite being her first time she instinctively knew what to do. How to please a man and drive him crazy with lust. Jessamy took hold of Ewan's cock, smiled up at him and leaned over with her tongue to lick him clean while Merida watched, "Bloody hell Jess, are you absolutely sure you haven't done this before?"

Jessamy looked Ewan in the eye and said, "Fuck me. Like you did to Merida yesterday."

Despite his hardon bobbing obscenely in front of him that suggested otherwise, Ewan looked uncertain, "But aren't you a virgin?"

Jessamy nodded.

"Are you sure? You only get one first time."

"And I want my first time to be with you. Please ... fuck me."

Ewan still looked undecided, his eyes shifting to Merida. Did he want her permission? Jessamy waited, hoping that Merida wouldn't want Ewan for herself. But Merida just calmly reached into a pocket, pulled out something small and square in a foil wrapper and held it out to Ewan. Then she looked at Jessamy and smiled, "As long as you'll do something for me."

At that moment, Jessamy would have done anything to feel Ewan's cock inside her and, besides, she owed Merida an orgasm, "Whatever you want."

She caressed Ewan's heavy balls, fascinated by their baggy, wrinkled texture and watched in hungry anticipation as he tore the condom packet open with his teeth and rolled the ribbed and bobbled rubber onto himself. Despite the chill, Merida pulled off her shirt and began on her trousers, "Ewan, spoons, okay?"

When Ewan looked puzzled she said with a wicked smile, "Jess needs to be able to do something for me."

Jessamy ran her hand up Ewan's taut thigh and on to his flat belly, warm through his open fly. He growled approvingly and leaned over her. For a moment he laid his face on her belly and inhaled deeply, drawing in her scent while she whimpered at the feel of his stubble and hot breath.

Then Ewan gently laid her down on her side, snuggling up behind her with the hot head of his cock pressed enticingly against her labia from behind, sending minute electric shocks of pleasure through her.

"Oh fuck," Jessamy gasped and tried to wriggle further back onto him. Merida tugged off her panties and sports bra. Jessamy stared openly at her body, compact and strong, with a flat belly and toned muscles in her thighs and arms. She didn't think she'd ever seen anything as beautiful as Merida, naked.

Merida leaned forward beside her, just as the head of Ewan's cock nudged her again and Jessamy's attention swayed. She couldn't think about Merida any more at the moment. Why was Ewan hesitating? Why didn't he just get inside her?

"You sure you're okay Jess?"

"Yes."

"You know the first time can sometimes be a little painful."

"Okay," Jessamy hadn't known. Before tonight she'd known nothing about sex. She was acting purely on instinct.

With Ewan holding Jessamy's hips, Merida scooted around to face Jessamy's feet. She slid her hand down Jessamy's belly, down between her parted thighs, caressing her clitoris en route, and took hold of Ewan to maneuvre his cock into the right position. All of a sudden Jessamy felt the head lodged right there at her entrance, in just the right spot. She knew that with one good thrust Ewan would go all the way up inside her. She arched her back, and heard herself let out a long sigh of anticipation.

Then without warning, Ewan pushed hard, penetrating her from behind with one thrust. There was an instant of sharp pain and then Jessamy's sigh turned into a loud moan of pure pleasure as for the first time in her life she was filled.

"That's it," she heard Merida muttering, "go on Ewan, but go gentle."

Merida's hand was back between her legs, touching, stroking, tickling her clitoris and the place where Ewan's cock penetrated her until the sensations blazed in her head and her nipples ached.

But then Jessamy felt Merida wriggle forward and puzzled, opened her eyes. Merida was lifting a leg to straddle her, spreading her thighs around her face. She knew where she liked to touch herself and guessed that Merida would be no different.

Filled with an urgent need to give back some of the pleasure Merida's touch had given and the powerful strokes of Ewan's cock as he fucked her, she stretched up, extended her tongue and probed into the soft folds of Merida's vulva. The vinegary, salty taste made her shiver.

She quickly found the little hard node of Merida's clitoris and flicked the very tip of her tongue against it, echoing the caresses that she'd received earlier. Merida gasped, "Ohmygod!"

The rhythm of Merida's finger sped up to match the quick strokes of Jessamy's tongue. Jessamy struggled not to let her own cries of ecstacy upset her own rythym. She knew she was going to have another orgasm and she desperately wanted to take the lovely Merida with her.

Jessamy felt Merida's body above her shudder and knew that the redhead was almost there, so she lapped harder and slower, in time with the strong hard thrusts of Ewan's cock deep inside her.

The three of them began to strain in unison, Ewan plunging up into Jessamy, Jessamy's soft tongue, the delicate touch of Merida's finger on Jessamy's clitoris. Faster and faster ...

Then Jessamy couldn't wait any longer and screamed out as her body convulsed. Merida squirmed against her, pressing her damp flesh hard against Jessamy's mouth. Jessamy vaguely felt Ewan's fingers clawing at her thighs as his cock pulsed deep inside her.

Much too soon, she felt him withdrawing, "Fuck Jess, that was amazing."

Merida slumped down on the mattress, gasping, "Wow girl. It wasn't that memorable when I lost my cherry!"

Jessamy didn't know what a cherry was but sincerely hoped that Merida found it again. She licked her lips, smeared copiously with Merida's juices, "Why? Isn't sex always that good?"

"Well there's usually only the two of us for a start," Ewan laughed.

Merida tossed Jessamy her clothes, "Get dressed before you catch cold. I think after all that's happened today we could all do with some sleep."

She kissed Jessamy lightly on the forehead and stood up to pull on her underwear, "And you," she said to Ewan, "you're most definitely feeling better aren't you?"

THE END OF CHAPTER THREE

Hamnavoe was rudely awoken by Jessamy Beech's booted foot.

"Ow! What the fuck was that fer? What fuckin' time is it ye witch?"

Jessamy leaned against the wall and studied her captive in the early first light seeping into the room around the threadbare curtains.

"What?"

"So you joined Trevithick's army?"

"Aye. Yeah, I told ye."

"Leaving your family behind in Taunton. You say that a few months later another strike levelled the entire town so you've always assumed they're all dead."

Hamnavoe squirmed, trying in vain to scratch his wounded leg, "We were up north at the time. There didnae seem much point in heading all that way to check."

Jessamy nodded, "And over the next few years you rose through the ranks to become Trevithick's right hand man, right up until his entire army were lost in the big quake that took out most of Manchester. Knowing that General Chinnor was closing in you both fled north to Scotland and on over to Orkney?"

"Where I changed my name," Hamnavoe pointed out.

"The name of a half sunken ferry lying in Scrabster harbour was it?"

"Aye lass. The old Northlink Ferries 'Hamnavoe'. Means 'safe harbour' in old Norse apparently. I kind of liked the ..."

Jessamy kicked the bed, "I don't give a fuck about the details. Tell me about Trevithick."

Hamnavoe watched her warily, "With his army gone, something died in the man. He was never the same. He'd snap at the tiniest thing. I was in Kirkwall. I heard about the ... situation from the local militia, stole a motorbike and headed over there. I got there before the feds did and found Trevithick standing outside ... still covered in their blood, watching the girls he'd nailed to the ..."

"So you persuaded Trevithick to run, the militia showed up and you confessed to a terrible crime you hadn't committed. What the fuck for?"

Hamnavoe snarled, "Did ye no' fuckin' listen? That man was a saint when I first knew him. He saved ma entire fuckin' family from starvation. I made a promise tae 'im ... and I kept it."

"You busted out, I caught you ... and the rest, as they say is history."

"So what are you gonnae do wi' me?"

Jessamy Beech stared coldly down at Hamnavoe for long minutes. She'd known desperate times herself. Owed her life to others and been unable to repay the debt. She pulled a knife out of her boot and stepped towards the bed ...

"WAIT!" squealed Hamnavoe, "it's the truth. I swear. Every word!"

With a practiced flick of the blade, Jessamy cut through the cable tie that had secured Hamnavoe's wrists, "You're free. But you're going to help me track down Trevithick and bring him to justice. Try to run, or try to cross me in any way, shape or form and I will personally fucking skin you. Got that?"

Hamnavoe nodded.

"Get back to sleep. We leave for Nairn as soon as it's full light."

COMING SOON - CHAPTER FOUR: KESWICK