After a long week at work, which had included many trips to the toilets for a cheeky wank, Friday had finally arrived. Plans were afoot to go out with...my friend who had been there the week earlier and another friend of ours. We had decided we wouldn't tell our mate about the threesome the week earlier. It would raise too many questions. The afternoon was really beginning to drag as the excitement for a night out began to build when a text appeared on my phone. It was Christine. My eyes lit up. It was too much to take, I quickly un-did her jeans and pulled them down revealing a pair of bright white French knickers contrasting against her brown skin. I turned her around and pulled her knickers to one side. Sensing exactly what I was about to do she held herself open, giving me a glimpse of her tight, pink hole between her little brown lips.Taking my cock in my hand I guided it between her legs, feeling the warmth from her as I got closer. Sliding my cock between her slit I felt the my. Nor could she bring herself to do more than she was; she was certainly never going to be able to approach an Arl in the army’s camp and ask him if he liked her, as though they were noble teens at a ball instead of nobleman and common-born messenger. There were plenty of camp followers who offered themselves freely to him and the other nobles, but that was ... different. He never took any of them up on the offers, and she had no intention of being compared – even in passing, even in gossip – to. He undid his pants and dropped them. He pulled his cock out his fitted briefs. It was solid as a rock. My pussy was overflowing by now. "Come on girl, stroke it for me," he said. I slowly raised my hand and began to stroke his cock. His cock filled my small hands, I gripped it tight, and stroked it. "Oh yeah baby, that's good," he moaned. This had me so wet. I stroked his cock with one hand and opened my legs to fondle myself as I fondled him. "Put it in your mouth for me," he said. I looked.