MON CHAT LE SAVANT

Le Chat savant dort parmi ses papiers

CAMBRIDGE STORY FRAGMENT - CONSUMMATION

COSUMMATION

They continue up the stairs until they reach the door to Peter’s set in Gonville Court.

Peter fumbles momentarily with the key in his pocket and he drops it. As he bends down to pick it up Claire affectionately slaps him on his ass. As he gets up Peter says "is that a foretaste of things to come" Claire just laughs quietly sways toward Peter and puts her arms around his neck. Peter quickly kisses her gently on the forehead and puts the key in the door and swings it open to the room. They enter and having sported the outer door the inner door closes with a resounding click. They slowly make their way to the sofa under the window. Once they are seated with Claire leaning on Peter’s shoulder he lifts her face to his and begins to gently run his lips over hers’. Her mouth slowly opens and his tongue invades that precious warm space. They suck at each other for a time until Peter breaks the embrace and asks: Claire do you want a drink? Why don't you make yourself comfortable and I’ll get us something. He gets up and moves across the room and out to the gyp room where there is a mini fridge. Claire rouses herself and slowly begins to unbutton her blouse. It hangs open...

Peter walks back with two glasses of champagne. He hands Claire a glass. She reaches up and takes it from him. At the same time he reaches down after she has taken the glass and gently strokes her hair. Peter asks: Are you comfortable? Um yes love. I am. He sits beside her as she sips her champagne. "do you mind?" he reaches inside her open blouse and takes her breast in his hand ever so gently and caresses it slowly.  

"please don't...let's finish our drinks.." Peter withdraws his had from the soft mound of flesh reluctantly.

"are you tired from being on the river?" he asks

"no not tired from that - just a little frightened I think."

"frightened of whom or what?" he asks quietly..

"of us I guess"

" what is there to frightened of about us?"  "Please let me touch you. It will comfort you and make you put any fear behind you."

Claire puts her glass down and removes her blouse quickly and reaches down and undoes the top button of her jeans. Peter follows her actions and puts his glass aside half finished...

"May I?" he asks gently and reaches to undo her jeans. He lifts her and slowly and rhythmically pulls down her jeans. He kneels down and pulls off her shoes one at a time and slides her jeans off her legs. She leans back in the sofa revealed to him in her panties only. He is awestruck by the beauty of her body. He lingers on the incredible line of her leg as it moves up to a hidden secret garden.

He sits next to her and pulls her to him. He is struck by the warmth and suppleness of her flesh. Her head is on his shoulders and she teasingly nibbles his neck with her wet lips. He holds her tight against him and she shudders ever so lightly. His hand reaches around and cups the cheek of her ass. He feels her and her ass is both yielding and firm in his hand. He brushes over the smooth surface of her white panties and slowly runs his finger up the cleft between her cheeks. Claire moans softly and says  'please me Peter".

Slowly as Peter continues to stroke her panty covered ass Claire says sharply. "Get up."

Peter brought out of his revere loosens his arms and withdraws his hand from her ass and slowly stands up. Claire motions him to stand in front of her as she sits up on the sofa. Peter stands there puzzled in an obvious state of excitement. Claire reaches up and begins to undo his belt. She removes it and places it on the sofa next to her. Her breasts and hard nipples betray her excitement. Her chest is flushed and rosy. She reaches for the button on his trousers and undoes it. She pulls down the zipper with an excruciating slowness brushing his engorged member trapped in his briefs as she lowers it. She pulls the waistband apart and slips down his pants. They lay at his ankles. As she looks up at Peter her eyes hold him as in a trance. He is her creature and she knows it. She runs the palm of her right hand along the length of his cotton covering his prick. Peter moans quietly and his knees begin to buckle slightly until he catches himself. Claire continues to stroke him so lightly and slowly until she says, again in a sharp voice. "Go to the end of the bed and stand facing it." Peter his trousers at his knees shuffles to the end of the bad and faces it. A moment later Claire rises form the sofa betraying her wet panties and taking the belt walks over to the bed. She places the belt on the end of the bed and goes to gather the two pillows. She places them on the end of the bed in front of Peter. When she has finished arranging them one on top the other she orders the puzzled Peter to lie across the pillows. As he does, so his ass so tightly encased in his briefs is outlined for her. She picks up the belt and moves to the side and behind Peter. He turns and looks for her. She sees the fear in his eyes as she strokes his ass with her left hand in a caressing circular motion. He turns his head back and buries his face in his arms. Claire raises the belt in her right hand and it descends on Peter’s upturned ass with a sharp retort...

You love it? smack
YES (he must say to satisfy her)
You have been a bad boy (she takes her nails and imbeds them in his skin at the top of his spine then pulls them all the way down until his ass taking off his briefs in the process, his spine erects as though a cat)
Take everything off...fast
(Peter tries lifting his left foot then right then left then right)
smack
OW
I said fast...good now spread your legs...
(she takes her fingers and smoothly feels the inside of his cheeks, she then takes her tongue and in the opposite direction of her hand licks all the way up his back)
yummy...smack  she could taste the salt from the light sweat on his back. Peter feels both some pain but mostly pleasure. As  Claire licks up his back towards his neck he spasms. His prick is leaking pre-cum and he is soaking the pillow. Claire reaches his neck and with her teeth grasps the nape of his neck. His head lifts up slightly at the sensation and Claire begins her tongue’s journey in a slowly downward arc. He shudders more uncontrollably as she reaches the small of his back. Her hands running down his sides send electric shocks through his entire frame.  After the slightest of pauses she runs her tongue down the cleft of his ass. Peter rears up on the pillow and he explodes in a Ecstasy of uncontrollable pleasure all over the pillow.  His prick trembles as his cum spews from him. With every wave his pleasure intensifies. Claire pauses as he spends and looks on with wanton lust at his quivering ass. Her inner thighs are soaked with her own juices. Claire has never been this aroused... Peter’s orgasm finished he lifts himself from the bed and turns to Claire. His eyes full of longing he seizes her by the shoulders and thrusts her on to the bed. In a single motion he lifts and spreads her legs and bends to cover her.....

He hovers over her and slowly presses his body against hers, their flesh connects. She moans and turns her head to the side he begins to kiss her neck as he rubs his pelvis up and down, slowly, then faster… she continues to punish his ass with her slaps but ever so lightly. Their humping of his prick on her cunt brings them both to a new intensity of desire. Peter says in a strained voice I want to be inside you Claire. Claire moans softly and shifts her pelvis so that as Peter lunges forward on his next thrust his prick invades her as without friction she is so caught in desire and prepared for him. For him his member has never felt such heat and softness yet firm but yielding closeness. He thrusts in and out in long slow strokes as she plunges her hips to meet his assault. She quivers and grips his organ with her body as she begins what for her is an orgasm such as she has never imagined....