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Morina and the Switching Spell Ch. 12

Chapter 12: Buttered Buns.

28 May 1944, Sunday at 0430.

The ringing from the alarm clock ended one of the best night’s sleeps I could remember. I felt like a different woman, relaxed and self-confident, ready to take on whatever the world could throw at me.

That alarm clock was my idea. With virtually no accommodations for women at military facilities, essentials such as toileting had to be done with great discretion. Privacy was at a premium when living at an airfield with hundreds of men who hadn’t seen their wives or girlfriends in months.

That’s why I asked Agatha to bring us an alarm clock, which I set a half-hour before reveille to allow us time to shower and toilet before the rest of the airfield came awake. The only possible “peeping Tom” at that hour was the guard posted outside our tent. But his orders were to guard the tent and the radio equipment inside whenever we were out and since Amanda and I took turns showering, we made sure he remained at his post.

A loud groan came from the other side of the tent.

“Auugh! Four-thirty already?” Amanda complained.

“Come on! Get up! I can’t wait to get started!” I called cheerily.

“It’s too early to be in such a good mood,” Amanda groaned.

“Come on, come on. I’ll shower first while you stand guard,” I said, slipping on my uniform.

Time plays tricks when you’re looking forward to something. I couldn’t wait for late afternoon and another evening with John. But the world around me seemed to move in slow motion. Amanda seemed to take forever in the shower, but with only cold water available, she assured me that she didn’t linger under the spray. Even the chow line in the mess tent seemed to move slower than usual.

But my good mood evaporated during the morning administration briefing. That’s when Colonel Drummond announced that starting today, we would be conducting evening bombing missions which meant no more evenings with John Ayresdon.

“How did your evening with Lord Ayresdon go last night?” Agatha asked after the briefing.

“It was wonderful,” I answered in a bittersweet tone.

“You don’t sound like it was wonderful. What’s the matter?” she asked.

“We were supposed to meet again this evening, but with this new bombing schedule that won’t be possible,” I replied.

“I’m sorry,” Agatha said, sympathetically.

She walked with me back to the communications tent and gave Amanda the news. She was affected as well, since that was also the time she spent with Lee.

The rest of the morning was spent in meetings with new procedures for nighttime bombings. The pilots were to rest up in the afternoon so they could be fresh for take-off in the evening.

But my mood flipped again at lunchtime shortly after I entered the mess tent. There was John talking with Colonel Drummond. The Colonel was nodding to something John was saying and I stepped out of line to watch them.

John saw me standing there and said something to Colonel Drummond, who motioned me over.

“Miss Spellman, Lord Ayresdon asked my permission to allow you to go off base with him for a few hours. I have no objection, providing your associate, Miss Chanter is available to monitor the radio. You would have to be back at your station by 1700 hours. Is that acceptable to you?” Colonel Drummond asked.

“Oh yes, sir!” I said, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

He chuckled at the enthusiasm of my response.

After being dismissed, I fled to the communications tent to tell Amanda, pulling John by the hand.

“Finished already?” Amanda asked, when she saw me, followed by John.

“No. The Colonel has given me permission to go off base with John for the afternoon, providing you agree to monitor the radio while I’m gone,” I explained.

Amanda looked like she was about to agree when she paused, and a wicked grin came across her face. She pulled me closer and whispered in my ear.

“I’ll agree, but only if you promise to give me the details when you get back.”

Now it was my turn to hesitate.

“I told you what happened last night,” I whispered back.

“I want all the details,” she whispered back.

That wicked witch! She wanted to know everything about my intimacy with John after all that privacy I gave her and Lee! Whatever took place between John and me was none of her business, but she knew I would agree to anything to be with John. I looked over at him still smiling and waiting patiently.

“Fine, I agree,” I whispered, peevishly.

“Good! Wait here while I grab some lunch and I’ll be back,” she said, leaving the tent with a smug look on her face.

“What was that all about?” John asked after she left.

“She wants all the details about what we do this afternoon when I get back,” I confessed.

“I see,” he replied with a curious smile on his face.

“I’m sorry. I never should have promised her. What we do in private is none Escort of her business. If you want, I’ll cancel the deal,” I said regretfully.

“You’re right about our intimacy being none of her business, but my feelings towards you are so strong that I don’t want her curiosity to keep us apart. I have no doubt Miss Chanter has a pretty good idea about what happened between us last night, and I suspect she might have imagined an even wilder evening than actually occurred,” he said, smiling.

“You’re right. I had a wonderful time last night, but she wants specific details about you,” I said, cautiously.

“I have no problems with that if you don’t,” he said, leaning in to kiss me.

I held his cheek as I met him halfway.

“As long as you’re okay with that, then I guess we’re good, but I’m still not happy about it,” I said as I kissed him lightly on the cheek.

I started to pull away from the kiss, but he pulled me back and placed his mouth over mine and slipped his tongue between my lips.

I returned his embrace, and it felt as if my body tingled from my lips to my toes. When we broke the kiss, I looked at him.

“She’s pretty wild in bed. She might even be disappointed when I tell her,” I said as I leaned in for another kiss.

He pulled me in closer with his arms and sucked on my tongue. This time, he broke the kiss.

“You were pretty wild yourself. Besides, I don’t care if we disappoint her or not, just as long as we have each other,” he said, and he placed his lips over mine and kissed me.

While we were kissing, I began to think about what he said. Suddenly distracted, I broke the kiss and started giggling.

“Did I say something funny?” he asked.

I was still giggling when I answered him.

“I was just thinking. Suppose we didn’t disappoint her?”

The surprised look on John’s face was immediately replaced by a lustful gleam. He crushed my lips against his and held me tight against his body. I felt his hardness against my mons.

I reached down and cupped his ass with one hand while snaking my other hand between our bodies and rubbing his erection through his pants.

“You two don’t waste any time, do you?” Amanda interrupted.

We broke the kiss and looked at her. She was standing at the entrance to the tent holding her food tray.

John cleared his throat.

“Ahem. Thank you, Miss Chanter. We’ll be leaving now,” he said, smiling.

He grabbed my hand and led me out of the tent. I couldn’t help noticing Amanda’s eyes focused on the front of his pants as we were leaving.

Outside the tent, we laughed about getting caught as we made our way towards John’s car.

“Are you hungry? Shall we eat first?” he asked as we drove through the main gate.

“I can wait. I have a different appetite I’d like to satisfy first,” I said, reaching over and rubbing the inside of his thigh.

He sped to the cottage and quickly opened the door. Once inside, I turned and kissed him hard on the mouth. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in, kissing me back.

When we broke the kiss, I gave him a suggestive grin and reached for his pants, quickly unbuckling him. After a quick peck on the lips, I squatted in front of him and pulled down on his pants, hooking his underwear along the way. His cock sprang free, bouncing just inches in front of my face.

With his pants around his ankles, he wasn’t going anywhere, even if he wanted to. I grabbed his cock and held it steady while I wrapped my lips around the head, massaging its sensitive underside with my tongue.

“Ahh!” he moaned, as he steadied himself, placing his hands on my head.

With his cock in my mouth, I looked up and smiled at him with my eyes. I took a deep breath through my nose, inhaling his musky scent, and pushed him deep in my mouth until his tip reached the back of my throat. My eyes watered as I held him there, doing my best not to gag. I tried to swallow a few times, but he was too thick for my throat to close around his cock. Finally, I pulled my head back, gasping for air.

My eyes were still watering when I looked up at his face. His horns were out, and he tugged lightly at my head, urging me to stand, but I had other ideas. I gave him my most mischievous smile.

“I want to taste you,” I said, as I put him back in my mouth and wiggled my tongue against the tip. I stroked his rod with one hand and gently massaged his sensitive sack with my other hand, coaxing him to release his salty seed.

It wasn’t very long before I felt him twitch in my mouth.

His knees buckled slightly, and he leaned back against the door, still holding my head, moaning contentedly. I was already moist from the car ride but hearing his soft moans and knowing how much pleasure I was giving him made me even wetter. I pumped and sucked him harder, my enthusiasm fueled by his arousal.

Minutes flew by and the twitching in my mouth got stronger and more frequent. He was getting close, and it was making me horny knowing Escort Bayan that I brought him to the edge. His balls seemed to tingle in my hand and I squeezed them lightly. I felt them contract and his cock expand.

I took a deep breath through my nose…

“Ohhh, ffuuuck!” he moaned as his hands trembled on either side of my head.

The first spurt of his warm, musky seed shot down the back of my throat, its saltiness was barely an aftertaste. Much more followed in short, wave-like bursts and I salivated from its taste as he filled my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, timed to the releases from the contractions I felt from his fleshy sack. But between his cum, his cock and my copious saliva, my mouth couldn’t hold it all and I drooled past my lips and dribbled down my chin.

I kept him in my mouth after the last of the contractions and the smaller spurts that followed, swallowing the last of his viscous deposit, and taking extra care to clean off his softening rod. Only then did I release him from my mouth and wipe the remnants of whatever drips were still on my chin that had not fallen onto the front of my uniform shirt.

He helped me to my feet and kissed me, doubtlessly tasting the musky, salty flavor that lingered in my mouth and on my tongue. After the kiss, he produced his wand, and with a wave, our clothing vanished, and reappeared neatly folded on the table with our shoes parked in front of the hearth.

Putting the wand away, he reached down between my legs and felt the wetness between my fleshy folds. I bent my knees slightly, closing my eyes, hoping he’d probe deeper and maybe rub my clit. But instead, he chuckled lightly and withdrew his finger, holding it up in front of me, teasing me with its wetness from my arousal. I grabbed his wrist and put his finger in my mouth, sucking it the same way I sucked on his cock, savoring the taste of my own juices.

He let me clean his finger before taking it out of my mouth and putting it and another finger between my legs, pushing them inside me until he found my pleasure spot and wiggled against it.

I moaned, inviting him in deeper, but again he withdrew his fingers, this time putting them in his own mouth and sucked them one-at-a-time seductively and licking them as he took them out.

Then, reaching behind my knees, he picked me up and carried me to the bed, where he gently laid me on my back.

I looked up at his face and saw him devouring me with his eyes before climbing into bed next to me, planting kisses on my lips, cheeks, and neck. He continued to worship my body with his lips and tongue inching his way down the sensitive areas of my neck, teasing me with playful licks until he reached my breasts.

I felt his breath on my nipple just before he gave it a short lick, pausing, and licking again. I felt both nipples hardening as they tingled from the playful flicks of his tongue. He paused long enough to build my anticipation for another lick, only to feel him wrap his lips around the areola and lightly chew on the nipple with his teeth.

A jolt of pleasure electrified my spine, right down to my clit. I clenched and felt my secretions oozing past my outer labia and trickle down my perineum, causing me to squirm from the ticklish sensation.

He continued to suck on my rock-hard nipple, this time with his soft tongue swirling around the edges that had been sensitized by his teeth. That shot another wave of pleasure down to my groin. I grabbed his head and held it against my breast, urging him for more.

He kissed my nipple before moving over to the other side, repeating the same light licking treatment. Again, his irregular pauses kept me guessing, anticipating the next swipe of his tongue or the gentle nip of his teeth.

By now I was moaning, panting, and writhing underneath him, arching my back to push my mons and clit against his muscular abdomen. But I only succeeded in tormenting myself with an occasional brushing of my clit against his stomach, which was now smeared with my lubricating juices as a result of my writhing.

He moved lower, planting firm kisses and long flat swipes with his tongue on my stomach, further raising my arousal. I pushed down on his shoulders, urging him to suck my clit and tongue my musky entrance, but he resisted, and teased me instead by planting kisses and long swipes of his tongue on my mons and pelvis. It was driving me crazy with desire.

Then, when he did move lower, placing his head between my legs, he teased me further by planting kisses and long licks against my upper, inner thighs, causing me to writhe and clench in wanton exasperation.

“Please, John,” I panted, pulling on his hair to move his mouth towards my sexual center.

“Patience, my Love,” he breathed, chuckling into my open labia.

Then a quick swipe upwards with his tongue along my inner labia, lapping my juices and tickling the underside of my clit. A small explosion of pleasure tore through my body. His sudden quickness Bayan Escort took me by surprise and the brevity of contact only served to keep me even further on edge.

“Ohhh!” I moaned. I needed more.

A second swipe with his tongue, this one starting lower against my perineum, reaching past my inner labia and lightly grazing my clit.

“Ohhh, Fff–” I gasped. I clutched at the bedsheets beneath me, I was almost there. I felt his breath on my vulva, and my core contracted in anticipation of what he would do next.

His nose hit my labia at the same time that his tongue wiggled against my anal star. It was only for maybe a second or two, but it was enough to make me arch my back, lifting my butt off the bed.

“Oh, fuck!” I screamed, still grasping the bedsheets beneath me.

I held myself in that position, on the very edge of cumming, clenching tight, hoping to go over the edge. But I couldn’t quite get there.

After several seconds, I relaxed and fell back into the bed, panting heavily.

“Hold yourself back, Morina. Wait for me,” he said calmly. His arms were wrapped under my thighs with his hands holding my hips against the bed.

“So close,” I gasped, “Almost there.”

“I know. But you must not cum until I tell you.” His voice was soft and soothing, and I felt his warm breath on my sex. It felt like he was talking into my clit.

“I don’t think I can wait,” I panted.

“You must. I want to be inside you and feel you when you cum,” he said.

“Then come inside me now,” I urged, pulling on his horns, urging him on top of me.

“Not yet. You need to learn to control your release. I will help you,” he said in that same soothing voice.

“How?” I asked as my breathing eased slightly.

He didn’t answer, or more accurately, he didn’t answer with words. Instead, he wrapped his lips around my clit and swirled his tongue against it.

“Oh, shit!” I moaned, arching my back, and lifting my butt in the air. My whole body screamed in pleasure from his circling tongue. I clenched tightly and held my breath willing and hoping not to cum.

He tightened his grip on my hips and thighs and held his mouth against my clit. His tongue seemed to send bolts of pleasure up my spine. My nipples tingled until they ached, as I tried to hold back. My orgasm was right there, and I could easily let myself fall over the edge, knowing the explosive pleasure it would give me, but I squeezed my core tightly, doing everything I could to stop from climaxing.

Finally, he lifted his head and released my throbbing clit. I kept my back arched, my butt high off the bed as I held my breath and struggled to keep control – to keep from cumming. Slowly and gradually, I pulled myself back from the precipice. Finally, I could breathe, settling back down onto the bed.

“Good girl!” he said with a touch of pride (awe?) in his voice.

I smiled broadly. My chest heaved and I was perspiring as he crawled up the bed, over my body, planting affectionate kisses along the way. From time to time, he would lick the sweat on my abdomen and between my breasts. He kissed and licked my neck until he reached my face and kissed me lightly on the lips.

His hips were over mine and with my legs parted, I felt his hardness at my entrance.

“Wait for me. Don’t cum until I tell you,” he said softly with his lips against my own.

He pushed against my opening, but despite being well-lubricated, I was clenched too tightly to accommodate him.

“Give me a second,” I panted. I took several deep breaths and let them out slowly, relaxing my muscles with each exhalation.

“Okay,” I said, nodding, when I felt eased enough.

He pushed slowly and the pressure felt so good that I clenched in an effort not to cum. He waited until he felt me relax and then he pushed again, and I slowly opened up to him and he slipped inside.

I gave a small moan and resisted the urge to clench his tip and cum. I took several more breaths, but the deep movement of my chest caused my pointy and rock-hard nipples to rub against his chest. More tingling pleasure! Fuck. I closed my eyes to focus.

He moved his hips and thrust himself deeper inside. God that felt so good. Another thrust, and now he brushed against my pleasure spot. I clenched again and felt myself poised at the edge.

“I don’t think I can do this,” I panted.

“You’re doing great, Morina. Not much longer now. You’re almost there,” he whispered in my ear.

He lifted himself up on his arms, hovering over me. The air on my chest was cooling and I opened my eyes to see him watching me with a look of lust in his eyes.

I smiled up at him and he pushed again, this time, sliding all the way in until our pelvises met.

I clenched and he twitched, almost at the same time. I closed my eyes and focused on my core, perspiring, and lubricating while struggling to hold myself back. I was squeezing so hard, I thought I would bruise his dick, if not break it altogether.

“Wait until I tell you,” he said.

I was on the edge and too focused to speak, so I nodded.

He started his thrusts. The first two were slow and gentle as he sought to find the proper angle and leverage, but then he was hard and forceful.

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