A steamy comfort

Adonis Graham was hottest dude in the whole of oxford. He was also one of the most richest dude's and all the girls wanted to date. He became a must-have, to the collection of Mehitabel who, saw him as the only thing left for her to cement her place as the greatest influencer of all time as long as Oxford was concern. We all wanted the young man for ourselves but again as I have earlier stated. Money was something she used a weapon to fight her social wars. She out rightly bought him expensive gifts and threw her self at him willingly. He knew she was the queen of girls and fell for her immediately. They were the super couples of Oxford and people saw them as a celebrity. This Adonis guy is really charming and it's difficult for the ladies to get their eyes off him. It was rather a flop on the path of my friend to think that treating the young man like a baby would make him stay with her only. She was wrong. He slept around with other girls behind her back and she didn't even know." Said the Charlotte and sighed deeply cleaning her face in guilt.

" Keep talking. You said you envied my sister a lot. You aren't a bad looking young lady. Did you sleep with Adonis to?" I said to her. Pinching the edged of her neck, painfully with the edge of my knife. She was silent. It gave her away. I wanted to hear it all. Perhaps in details to see the variations of Sins they had committed.

" Yes. I always envied her and wanted all the things she had. While it was difficult to spend as much as she could, it was easy to have a taste of her man. I wore skimpy dresses and paid him visits without my friend knowing. Men are not loyal. I still recall the first day we made out. It was a cold winter evening, I realized my friend was tuck in her bed feeling moody and sad.

" Mehitabel what's the issue. You look rather sad." I said to her after checking on her room.

" Nothing much. Just having a problem with the boyfriend." She told me and sighed deeply.

" Adonis? What has he done this time around." I said and walked over to her bed where she lay facing the window. I could see her face. She was really sad.

" Nothing much. Just one of his usual oddities as usual. I get tired of all his bullshit." Mehitabel inferred and winced in pain.

" Are you in pain. Is Adonis hitting you." I said, searching for a bruise on her face but couldn't see any. She was silent and said nothing. Perhaps she was skeptical about trusting me, since I had mostly kept my distance away from her at class and only checked on her at night because my room was next to hers.

" Talk to me my dear? Is Adonis being abusive to you?" I said and sat down on the side of her bed. Which had a pink bedsheet to compliment the pink wallpapers that adorned her wall.

" Oh Charlotte it's Adonis. He hurts me a lot when we have sex. The activities and tools his use keeps giving me cuts in my private parts. I'm so sore down there I can hardly stand. Today he asked me to come over and I told him I still have sores from the last time. He became angry and swore to call off the relationship if didn't come true. I'm in pain. He sticks all sorts of toys into my girly spot and never fails to leave my rectum out of it. It's so disgusting and very painful." She said and burst into tears. She was really hurt and disappointed with Adonis. He was someone she was ready to give her last penny for, but the dude only saw her as an object of sexual satisfaction, taking his time to abuse all the orifice below her waist, in the most cruel manner possible.

" Oh my Angel. Please don't cry. How bad are you injuries. Do you need stitches?" I asked her and kissed her forehead to comfort her.

" I don't even know. The last time, he placed an olive bottle deep into me it was too wide and good deep I could feel my spleen ripping while drove it out to and fro. I screamed and begged him to stop but he ignored me until I began to bleed." She said as she sobbed bitterly.

" Damn that Animal. Why didn't you take it out yourself. Why do let him humiliate you so much." I said in a stern tone feeling sorry for her.

" He cuffs my hands to top of his bed. It's a consensual BDSM I use to enjoy before he got so inhumane with his activities. My butthole and girly hole. They are all bruised and hurt me very much. Why does he choose to make love to me from the rear. Why does he make me go through so much pain?" Mehitabel cried as her sobs grew even more intense. She loved him so much. She couldn't believe he was doing this to her body.

" Oh love please don't cry." I said to her and eloped her in my hug. She lay there looking helpless and sad. She needed all the love she could get. Soon I reached for lips and kissed her passionately. She was indifferent to my touch she didn't reject me. She just lay feeling sorry for herself. I gently held her neck and turned her face till her teary eyes were looking at mine.

" I would take care of you my love. You don't deserve to suffer." I told her in the most emotional tone that ever came out of my mouth. She could hardly say a thing when I placed my lips on her hers and began to kiss her passionately. It was the first time she had been kissed by a girl before. Her heart was to broken to tell the difference. She was an emotional wreck who needed all the love and attention she could get at that period and didn't take her too long before she began to react in tone. I could feel her breath muffle and grew deep as I kissed her lips and found my way on top of her. Her fingers clutched tightly to the bedsheets as they longed to reciprocate my touch but were scared of commiting a taboo. She loved my touch. I could see her nipples piercing against the white cotton shirts she was wearing. They were yearning to be fondled and I wasted no time in placing my palms over them and fondling them in a manner that made her moaned aloud. Probably no boy had touched her In such a way before. I gently took of her shirt and was welcomed with the sight of her breasts stimulated breast which flagged her erected nipples. I placed my wet lips on one of them and began to suck it. It was too too much for her to hold in.

" Yes." She cried and found her palms squeezing against my boobs. Kindness was just her nature. She wanted to please me as much as I was pleasing her even though she didn't really know how. I sucked her nipples thoroughly, listening to her melodic moans as music to my ears. It was now time for me to see the level of damage Adonis had committed below her waist. As I held her trousers and tried to take it down. She subconsciously grabbed it with her hands, waving her head and breaking down in tears all over again. It wasn't as if she was scared of giving herself to me. No, she was ashamed of exposing the ugly image of her abused loins.

" Sweetheart. I am loving and understanding, I will take you no matter how damaged you are. I'm not Adonis." I said to her in a calm tenor, before crawling over to have a taste of her tongue all over again. She gasped in cathartic outburst of emotions before surrendering the abused jewel of her loins to me.

Her sweatpants was very much easy to slide off. She was wearing no panties as it was night and no girl on oxford slept in her panties at night." Charlotte said and looked at me to ascertain if she had crossed her boundaries. I actually felt indifferent to her romantic escapades with my sister. After all it was with my own sister. However it was pleasing to a certain part of my senses which seemed to have a mind of its own.

" Continue." I said and breathed deeply, not wanting to miss out on the slightest details in my investigation.

" That bastard had done a lot of damage to the poor girl. The flesh between her thighs were covered in bruises in attestation to the evil work of Adonis.

" He hurt really bad. But I will heal you tonight." I said and placed my wet tongue over triangular flesh between her thighs, licking the edges slowly and taking a taste of her raw flesh via the red bruises that lay on them. Her moans became loud. I thought she was a loud girl until my wet tongues were went hunting in depths of the triangles center. It made her grab my hair and cried lustily as she moaned.

" Sweetheart do you have olive oil." I asked her with my crimson lips covered with the sweet fluid from her release.

" No charlotte please. Not the bottle again." She cried and placed her palm over her most priceless possession. I could see she was scared.

" My love I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not Adonis. Your wounds would heal quickly if I smeared some olive oil on them." I said to her in an effeminate manner that was full of care and compassion.

" Okay." She said and tried to pull her legs in bid to stand up.

" I would get it for you my love. Just say where it is and I shall fetch it for you." I said to her and stood up on my feet. I understood the night wasn't about me. It was about being there for my friend and siding the pain that bastard had inflicted on her.

" It's in the kitchen on the left cabinet." She whispered to me, feeling so emotional from her first release. As I hurried to the kitchen, I turned to steal a gaze at her and caught her staring at my butts. She quickly turned her face away in shame. I smiled and proceeded to take the bottle of olive oil. The sight of the bottle made her lock her legs together. One could only imagine the pain Adonis had caused her with such a thick metal.

" Let me in my love. I'm going to heal you." I said as I crawled gently over her king size bed. I could see the fear in her face. She was almost breaking down into tears again. It was easy for me to scoop all the olive I wanted, in my palm, but I wanted to prove to her that a tool of pain could also be used as a tool of pleasure. It was the only way I could convince her to let go of the deadbeat lover of hers.

" Okay Charlotte." She muttered and gently spread her legs open, giving me yet another access to her deserted heaven.

" Thank you." I said, showing her and unrivaled kindness.

I took the time in the world to gently take off the lid of the bottle, watching her grow restless for my touch. She could hardly keep her hands away from the bedsheets. I turned some of the oil in palms and smeared it generously around my palms and finger, till they lustered and dripped. I gently placed my oiled palm over her triangular box, pressing in the moisture into the red bruises that lay there. It was painful to her. She cried but loved it very much. Pain was something she got used to from being lovers with a monster like Adonis, but this pain was a great tradeoff for her and the profits were nothing short of ecstasy for her. She called my name as she moaned and pulled my shirts tightly. She was feeling very hollow and needed me fill her up just like Adonis would have done. I wanted to make her forget about him. I picked up the bottle of olive oil and oiled the narrow edge, before slowly inserting it into the door of her haven. Definitely her insides were all sore with cuts, but the effects of the oil was suiting as the bottle deposited all the healing vitamins into her pores of her inner cut. The pain and pleasure was totally different from she had earlier accepted. This one was full of love, compassion and understanding. It made her cry as her body tremored in ecstasy. I maintained a fluid and shallow stroke with the bottle, slanting it slightly to the left of her tunnel. It was quick to do the job and she screamed my name in a tense outburst of orgasm, before pulling me over her and kissing my lips so hard, I thought she was going to bite them. She held me tight in her embrace and whispered to my ears.

" Thank you very much charlotte." Her breath was tensed and she was in no hurry to feel relaxed. The notion of having me in her company was overwhelming to her and for many minutes she didn't want me to move an inch. I wondered why she was so selfish and thought only about herself. I wanted my own release and she wasn't yet skilled enough to earn it for me. I needed to get it real bad and the only person I knew that could do me as good as I wanted was no one other than the devil himself." Charlotte said and sighed deeply, taking a moment to catch her breath.

" Who?" I asked her, choosing to hold back my obvious guess.

" Adonis." She said and bowed her head to floor, probably to bury her shame.