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Charlie's Angels Ch. 2

By: Asianlove



The 747 came to cruising altitude at 28,000 feet after taking off from Kennedy. The plane banked and headed out over the Atlantic Ocean. Behind, the sun was just starting to set in the west as I looked out my window.

The first class cabin was full. The flight attendants were just starting to make their rounds. Of course, us passengers fortunate to sit in first class were served first and given everything we wanted for free. Well, not free. We had been charged a hefty sum for the privilege of having the extra twelve inches of legroom.

Kelly was seated next to me. She was the only one of my angels who was accompanying me on this trip. Not one use to traveling in the past, and especially not use to international travel, I found this first trip extremely fascinating. I was like a kid on his first plane ride. I was so excited and had not felt this way since I was nine.

Our drinks arrived, carried by an older but very attractive flight attendant. I had ordered a vodka and Coke and Kelley got her favorite which was a Bloody Mary. At that moment I had no worries. I had been rich for slightly over one month and I was off on my first business trip. What a feeling it was!

Kelly brushed her long red curls out of her face and gave me a smile. She thought it was humorous how I got excited over this pending trip. She had been laughing at me and making fun with me for a week since we had scheduled the excursion.

"Still afraid to fly, Charlie?" she teased me.

"I'm not afraid," I said in mock self defense. "I am filled with anticipation."

"Thanks again for understanding me, Charlie," she said and leaned across the seat to brush my lips with her own. She was so beautiful and exotic looking I started getting a boner right then and there.

Kelly was leaving my employment. She had been with my uncle for several years, but had worked for me for only the one month since my uncle died and I inherited everything he owned. This included Kelly and her two beautiful friends.

Her contract was up in two weeks and these would be her last two weeks with me. She had been very well compensated over the years, and told me she had seven figures in her savings account. This was quite good for a girl who was only twenty-four-years of age, and one who had been a poor immigrant from the Ukraine.

Kelly was engaged to be married, and marriage would be one thing that might put a crimp on her style as one of my three personal relaxation consultants, and so I completely understood why she had to leave. I was sorry to see her go, and sorry to see her get married. I loved her myself, and if it hadn't been for my other two angels I might very well have tried settling down with her. But I was worth close to a billion dollars now, and I was only twenty-five myself. The opportunities were endless.

Our drinks arrived in first class, and I continued to stare out the window. There was nothing to see out there now, not even clouds. The sun had set and all I could see was pitch black space, but I knew several miles beneath the ocean was below us and whizzing by at over five hundred miles an hour. I got quite a rush from this feeling, and the drink intensified it further.

"You know Kelly," I said. "I went to Canada once when I was a kid with my parents. That was the only time I've ever been out of the country."

"I think in the last five years I've been around the world ten times with your uncle," Kelly said, sounding nostalgic about my late Uncle Wally. "I love to travel and will miss that part about my job… well that among other things," Kelly gave me a sly look and we both laughed.

"I love to travel, too," I said. "I've always wanted to see the world, and now that I finally can I'm going to see every square inch of it."

"Charlie, you know the world is full of beautiful women – angels," Kelly said.

"I know," and I took her hand back in mine and looked into those oval shaped blue eyes. "That's another goal I have; to meet the truly fabulous women in the world and make them my angels."

"You are combining business with pleasure on this trip, Charlie."

"Well you know what Kelly – it feels damn good!"

I was combining business with pleasure. We were headed for the south of France. Kelly was leaving and in the tradition my uncle had started years ago it was time for her to help me find her replacement. Because of the money that we had access to nothing was really an object and we were free to search the world. And search it we had, and with so many beautiful women in the world the choice was not easy. 

We decided to check out a very private beach with interesting potential in the Riviera area. This was supposed to be part Club Med, but with more of a swinger feel. I was looking forward to the visit.

"Your uncle had a private plane at one point, but he sold it," Kelly explained to me.

"Why would he do that?" I asked.

"He enjoyed doing certain things in slightly more public places on occasion."

"What things?"

"Oh just things," she said and brought my attention back from staring out the window. "Hey Charlie?" I looked back at my beautiful Kelly. "Are you a member of the Mile High Club?"

"Can't say that I am."

"We should change that."

"Yes. We should."

I knew what was coming. My heart began to beat faster and my stomach did flip-flops. I had enjoyed a wild sex life for the past month, and been laid more than I had in my whole life. However, I was as horny as hell and it didn't matter what I did or how many times I did it when one of my beautiful angels was with me it was always like the first time.

I turned around in my seat and surveyed the rest of first class. The "Open" sign was on and turned to green for the restroom in back. Many of the other passengers were starting to drift off to sleep, or were engrossed in reading.

"Excuse me, Kelly," I said as I unfastened my seat belt and got up, passing by Kelly's seat. We caught each other's eye before I left her. 

I made my way back along the aisle. No one paid any attention to me. I opened up the door to the little restroom and slipped inside.

The restroom was small and cramped, with barely enough room to turn around. I looked at myself in the mirror. I don't know if I was really handsome or not. I had on new, and very expensive clothes. I was muscular and without any fat on my body.

Anyway I wasn't there to look at myself. Who gives a shit?

So I sat down on the little toilet seat to wait. Reaching forward I flipped the lock into the open position so that the green light would come back on outside. Now I just had to hope no one else came in here while I waited.

Kelly opened the sliding door and entered the restroom with me. She shut the door behind her and threw the lock. No one had seen her enter. Now we were alone. I had this three by five space, my red haired angel and the next four hours before we landed in Paris.

"You can't come in here. The room is already occupied," I mocked Kelly.

"Oh?" She stood over me and looked down, some air turbulence causing the flight to shift. "What are you going to do to me?"

"I am going to need you to take off your panties."

"I can't do that," she said leaning over me and putting her arms around me.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not wearing any."

Kelly was wearing a nice conservative navy blue skirt for the air travel. The skirt came to just above her knees. She wore a sleeveless blouse and her wild red curls ran down over her pure white shoulders.

She sat down in my lap. We began to kiss. Her tongue bathed my cheeks and under my chin, her hands knitted into my hair. I felt that she was not wearing any underwear. Her legs were spread over me as she sat facing me, and her groin was smashed down against mine. I could feel the damp there and the muscles of her vaginal area as she gripped me between her legs.

My cock sprang to life and quickly was pushing to get out of my pants and pushing up between Kelly's legs. We kissed some, my tongue feeling behind her ear. She smelled of a wonderful perfume fragrance, but I have no idea what it was called. I just know I liked the aroma that flowed off her skin.

My hands went up and down her back, feeling her body beneath her clothing. Our mouths met and then parted for each other. My tongue was atop hers, and then hers on mine.

Kelly arched back while still facing me on my lap. Her legs were still parted, one on each side of me. She looked down to the tremendous bulge in my pants. She reached down for my zipper and neatly pulled it down. Then reaching inside my pants she fooled around with the fly of my shorts until she had my dick in her hand and brought it out.

The men in my family are fairly well endowed. We have big cocks. My uncle was a particular specimen of male muscle with both width and length and Kelly had told me that was yet another reason why she had enjoyed her job with him so much. I was slightly larger than my Uncle Wally. And that was just the truth, no bragging intended. 

So when Kelly let my cock out of my pants it sprang a foot into the air, standing up as straight as a flagpole. I watched her eyes grow large as she looked down at me. She ran her hands up and down my length a couple of times feeling my muscle.

Then she stood up on her toes to rise above me. I reached down and held my cock steady at the base for her to mount me. Some more air turbulence shook the plane. Kelly's thighs engulfed me as she sat back down on my lap.

She gave a fairly loud gasp as my penis made initial penetration up into her. She was already wet and her slide down my pole was easy. I saw her face contort as she lowered herself. Her breath came in tiny little in-takes. 

I could tell Kelly was near her first orgasm before she even made it all the way down my shaft. Her eyes were open, her mouth was open, and her head was held forward in a sort of shock. I think she always wondered at these times, as did I, how she could take so much meat up inside her body. She was being impaled, actually she was impaling herself, and the pleasure was almost instantaneous.

I took her by the hips after she hesitated and brought her all the way down. I was in her to the hilt. Her vaginal lips were pursed at my base. 

We just held like this for a few minutes. We French kissed. I didn't move in her. This was too perfect. I felt her vagina holding me desperately. As we kissed she was gasping and moaning. I could literally feel each orgasm as it swept up from her parted thighs and through her entire body.

I started to thrust up in her and she held me back with a deep gasp. "No wait, Charlie," she said in a strained voice as she tried to control herself. "Let me."

I just kissed her some more and let her hold me. She was scratching my back, I was glad my new shirt was of a high quality material or it probably would have been torn to shreds. I explored her mouth with my tongue and tried to experience with her each orgasm she achieved.

Slowly she began to pick herself up from my lap. "Ahhhhhhh……" she cried as the friction of my cock sliding inside her vagina caused another wave of shivering orgasm to sweep through her. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed as she had backed off about six or seven inches and then let herself start to slide back down the pole. 

She almost fell back to the base; her feelings of pleasure were wearing her down to a whimpering thing. Again she didn't move for a minute or two. We used the time to recover and French kiss. More turbulence bolted the plane.

Hanging onto me as if for her life I felt Kelly raise her pelvis back up off me another seven inches. Her breathing was labored and hard. She was starting to sweat. 

More turbulence hit the plane and jolted my penis a fraction of an inch inside Kelly. She muffled a scream in the back of her throat.

"Please return to your seat," the voice of the captain came over the little speaker a few inches above our locked heads.

As if to obey the command of the captain, Kelly returned to her seat. Abruptly she sat back down and was impaled by a foot of meat between her legs. She let out a scream and I was certain the passengers outside must have heard her. Her eyes came open wide in utter shock and if I had not known better I would have thought the look on her face was one of agony and not pleasure.

Kelly was too tired to lift herself back off and keep the rhythm, and so this is where I came in. I slightly repositioned myself beneath her. Getting a firm hold of her I begin to very gently pump up into her womb. She clawed and dug into my back and I heard her whimper into my ear.

Her lips were holding me so tight and as I moved up into her deep reaches the contractions rippled along her lathered walls. The intensity of her contractions was driving my control to the brink and I was having a hard time holding back. I had to keep my rhythm slow and controlled because I don't think she could have withstood anything more.

After awhile we had reached an altitude higher than the 747. I was moaning. Kelly was moaning and screaming into my face. Neither of us could take it any longer. My balls tightened inside my shorts, and I felt my seed gather just behind ready to erupt. 

I reached under her skirt and cupped her buttocks starting to remove her from her impalement on my pole. 

"Don't," she gasped between heavy breaths. "Come inside of me one last time, Charlie."

Her words and her breath in my ear drove me past the point of no return and I went wild, thrusting up into her with all of my might. This brought her one final time to a climax that threatened to drain the last of her life energy from her. Her scream was agonizing and wild. I'm sure everyone in first class heard. I'm also sure at that moment that I didn't care. 

I drove deeper and deeper and deeper still. My attack was no longer in my control. I gave way to all of my pleasure and let it flow out of me. 

Soon I felt my love fountain exploding upward into Kelly. This brought a final, whimpering orgasm out of her, as my seed sprayed her vaginal walls and jetted up to douse her womb. I kept pumping and her tight lips kept milking me. I think there were at least half a dozen eruptions up in her. We both quivered in each other's arms, shivering in a wave of orgasmic intensity.

We held each other, both in a near faint. I think at least five minutes had passed before we had regained our normal breath. My cock was still rammed up deep within her, but was unmoving and had no sensation left. I had given every ounce of myself and Kelly had received it. We were both covered in beads of perspiration and exhausted.

"Thank you, Charlie."

"Love you angel."

"I love you too, Charlie."

*****

We set down at Charles De Gaul Airport in Paris right on schedule. Kelly and I made it through customs carrying our luggage and flashing our passports. A little French guy who had worked for my uncle met us after we cleared customs. His name was Jacques. 


"You look much like your late uncle Charlie," Jacques told me, helping us with our bags.

"You helped my uncle to find his angels in the past?" I asked him as the three of us scurried through the busy international airport headed for the parking outside.

"I most certainly did," Jacques said as if he was proud of himself. "I helped your uncle to meet Kelly."

"That's right, Charlie," Kelly put in. "As I recall Jacques gave me a line about making me rich, traveling around the world, and getting me laid every day. That was five years ago."

"And so is it true?" Jacques asked Kelly.

"I am rich now," Kelly said. "And I have traveled around the world."

"And she gets laid everyday," I said placing my arm around the small of Kelly's back.

Kelly looked up at me from under her long red curls in that sly European way she had. "My sex life is very satisfactory," she said.

"Now she is going to spoil it all and get married," I told Jacques.

"Every party has to end eventually," Kelly said, and the three of us walked out into the cool fall air of Paris and toward our waiting limousine. "That's where you come in Jacques. Before I leave Charlie I want to help him find a replacement for me. I've still got a few more weeks left in my contract. I want to have sometime to train my replacement in all of her job duties."

A chauffer came over from the limo and took our bags from us and went to load them in the trunk. I had my first chance to look around me and take wonder in the fact that I had just flown across the ocean and was now in the most famous city in the world. I also knew the best part of this trip was yet to come.

"This is where I can be of help to you, Charlie," Jacques said to me. 

"You think you can find a replacement for Kelly?" I asked.

"It won't be easy to be sure. Kelly is a very rare and beautiful young woman. But the beach I am about to take you to is like none other in the world. If such a creature does exist – such an angel, then I am sure we are to find her on this beach."

"I'm ready to get started," I said as we climbed in the limo and started off through the horrendous traffic of Paris. I was really glad I was rich and didn't have to drive through this maze of cars, buses and taxi's each honking their horns.

"Now we have some options," Jacques explained to Kelly and I.

"Which are?" Kelly inquired.

"First you two can stay at one of our five star hotels here in Paris this evening and we can leave tomorrow, or if you prefer I'll have the driver head directly for the train station and we will just have time to catch the evening express to Marseille."

"I vote we head off tonight," I said. "What about you Kelly?"

"Sounds good to me! The sooner I can find my replacement the sooner I can get back to the states and start planning my wedding."

Jacques said something to the driver in French and the driver turned about in the heavy traffic with a U turn, all the cars around us blasting us with their horns. Jacques poured Kelly and I a stiff drink. I think he could see I needed one. Kelly on the other hand seemed to be enjoying the rollercoaster ride, but of course she had been here before and I had not.

I sipped my drink and looked out at the lights of Paris. It hit me for about the thousandth time in the last month how strange it was to be rich.

We just made the train. It was leaving at twenty-one hundred hours. Everything around here was military time apparently. Jacques knew his way around well and I realized how valuable an experienced guide was to our journey. 

Jacques had one room, and Kelly and I shared another. These were private rooms in a first class coach. The ride would take all night and by mid morning of the next day we would be pulling up to the Mediterranean. 

I had never slept on a train before. The jostling of the train down the tracks actually proved to be a sleep aid, and was very soothing and peaceful. The bunk bed of the room was small and the lights of southern France went by in a blur outside.

Kelly lay in my arms that night and watched the scenery pass with me. There wasn't any room for two in the tiny bunk of the train, but we managed to merge our bodies together as the night went by. I stroked her shoulder in the dark of our room and thought many thoughts that night.

"What does he do?" I asked her and she knew who I was talking about.

"He's a musician."

"Is he any good?"

"He's not famous yet. Sometimes he doesn't even have a job. But he's passionate, and that's what I love about him."

"How long have you known him?"

"About a year."

"So you met him before my uncle died?"

"Yes. Your uncle knew about him. I didn't keep any secretes from him, just like I don't keep any secretes from you."

"What have you told him about your job?"

"Nothing. What we do together is private. It's between me and you, Charlie," she said and kissed my chest.

"I really love you, Kelly."


Charlie's Angels Ch. 2



"I know you do. I love you to." And we French kissed for about a minute. 

"I wish I could be the one to be with you and not just be your boss."

"I wish you could, too."

"Really?" I asked in surprise.

"But what about Sabrina and Jill and all those angels yet to come?"

She had a point; a very valid point, and I was left with no argument. 

"You may have all the money in the world Charlie, but you still have choices to make. You just have more choices than the rest of us. I don't think that makes it any easier."

I made up my mind then that I would have to let Kelly go. That was a hard decision, especially with her laying there in my arms on that train bound for the south of France. She snuggled up closer to me as she spoke quietly into my ear.

"You're right, angel," I told her. "Let's go out and find a new angel to join our family. And then you have to promise to invite me to your wedding."

"You've got it Charlie," she said running her hand down my chest.

*****

The next morning Kelly and I met Jacques in the dinning car and were served a gourmet French breakfast. Outside, as the scenery passed the moving train, the sky looked bluer than I had ever seen it, and the ground was covered with a deep green. I learned later these were the wine vineyards of southern France passing us by.

"This beach I am taking you to is most unusual," Jacques explained to us. "The Club Med resorts are all around this spot. However, I think they are not so good to discover what it is we are looking for."

"Money won't be a concern for us on this trip," I said with confidence. This sounded like such a corny line, but hell it was true in my case.

"Actually this beach is more a public one than a private. You will find the small resort near by to be not so expensive. Few know this place, but the ones who do…" he broke off and smiled to himself. "Let me just say that this is a hangout for the beautiful people. If I am wrong I will refund all the pay you have already given me."

"I trust you Jacques," I said. "My uncle trusted you, and you did find Kelly for him, so I think you have a winning streak going."

"You will not be disappointed in this place," Jacques promised. "The only thing is I am afraid you may not have dressed appropriately for the atmosphere we will find there."

"No problem. I can buy some new clothes when we get there. What is considered appropriate attire at this joint?"

Jacques and Kelly both laughed at my innocent question, apparently sharing a secrete joke between them. "Just wait and see," Kelly told me. "You'll find out soon enough."

The train pulled into the station at the small resort town. Jacques explained to us that he did not have a limo waiting for us here because it would serve our proposed "Angel Hunt" better if we went incognito as to the wealth I had. 

The beach was already visible as we walked down the tiny streets. The resort we had reservations at was only three blocks from the train station, and again Jacques proved to be a capable guide and led us straight to the reservations desk. 

Our room arrangements were as they had been on the train. Jacques got his own suite and Kelly and I were sharing a suite together. The rooms were great, but not as elegant as some I had stayed in since becoming rich. Kelly and I showered and then met Jacques out on a terrace restaurant over looking the Mediterranean. 

Jacques was late in arriving, but as Kelly and I sat and watched the waves of the ocean I was surprised to hear two familiar voices behind me. Hands went across my eyes covering my sight.

"Guess who, Charlie," the voice of Sabrina, one of my other angels said. And with Sabrina's hands still held over my eyes I felt a familiar little body sit down in my lap, and sweet lips give me a kiss on the lips. Jill, my other angel, was seated on my lap.

Sabrina came around to kiss me and took her hands away from my eyes. Both she and Kelly were wearing bikinis. They had on short little robes that left their long legs exposed to the Mediterranean sun. Their tans were perfect.

"Sabrina! Jill!" I exclaimed.

"Surprise, Charlie!" the two girls said in unison. 

Sabrina was twenty-six-years-old and Chinese, with flowing hair down to her waist. She was from Shanghai, and all though she had been the privileged daughter of a party boss she'd had a dream to come to America, and it was my uncle who had made that dream come true for her. She had a wicked sense of humor and I would be lying if I said I was not in love with her.

Jill was a California blonde. She had been a valley girl and her father had been an Internet executive. She had fallen on bad luck when she was eighteen with a bad relationship that ended with her getting an abortion and out on the streets having been disowned by her family. My uncle had saved her from all that. Jill was twenty-two and petite and short, however with a large double D chest. I loved Jill also.

"What are you two doing here?" I asked. "I thought I left you to enjoy a week in Manhattan on your own and with all of my credit cards."

"We decided to come and help you on your quest for a new angel," Sabrina said.

"After all she will be a part of our family, too," Jill told me. "We want to like her before we allow you to bring her on full time."

"Of course," I said realizing that I couldn't just hire a new girl with out the absolute approval of my other two angels. "I apologize. It was thoughtless of me to try and find someone new with out including you two."

"Well the gangs all here," Kelly said, hugging the other two girls. "Now let's go out and hunt for an angel."

And so that's exactly what we did.

*****

I joined Jacques in the bathhouse of the famous or maybe I should say infamous beach that afternoon. The beach was totally secluded, and was hidden in a little cove a few miles, or I guess since this was Europe I should say kilometers from the resort beaches of the town. At first glance it didn't look like anything special.

"Being French I am a lover of women," Jacques announced as we stripped out of our clothes in the bathhouse.

"I'm sure if you hung around my uncle very much it was quite interesting."

"Yes. I got laid a lot," the little French man said. He was very short and wiry. His skin was tanned a golden brown, and his hair long and straight. When he took off his shirt I saw his chest was covered with thick black hair. His age was indeterminate to me because I was not good with calculating people's ages. If I'd had to guess I would have said that Jacques was well into middle age.

"What are you doing, Charlie?" Jacques asked me as I started to get into my swimming trunks. He stood before me naked and was laughing. "This is a nude beach. You might get arrested if you were to wear your clothes out there."

This was a new experience for me. My rather conservative American upbringing made me self-conscious to walk around in public with out my clothes. In fact this had been the stuff of more than one of my nightmares as a child. On this afternoon I was just going to have to learn to get over my inhibitions.

"Come! Let us walk," Jacques said as we left the bathhouse and started down the beach together.

"Just don't walk too close to me," I told him. We were both strolling down the beach with out a stitch. So far we had not run into anyone else. I don't know if this made it better or worse. The thought of taking a stroll along a beach with a naked guy just didn't strike me as very romantic.

A couple of guys came up to us. They knew Jacques and called to him. One was a black guy. The other looked Spanish to me. They both spoke French to Jacques, and I couldn't understand what was being said. They were, of course, as naked as we. When they all began laughing I felt more than a little uncomfortable since I had no idea what they were laughing at. They might have been laughing at my dick hanging down between my legs for all I knew.

After that I took off down the beach by myself. There were few people around. Off in the distance I thought I saw a gathering of some sort, but I was too shy to walk up to them in my current state of undress. 

Then I saw her. This was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Of course I said that every time I saw a new girl. But there was really something special about this girl. She was mysterious and hard to get a fix on. She was olive dark skinned, and her long hair was braided to her head.

She came up out of the water and walked toward me through the surf. She was naked just like I was. The water dripping off her skin and wetting her hair shined in the bright sun of the Med. She was very tall, almost coming to my height, and I was just over six feet. She was thin and muscular. Her breasts were firm and round on her chest, the nipples a dark brown. A large patch of trimmed pubic hair stood out proudly between her legs. 

As she got closer to me I couldn't tell her nationality from her facial features. Except I didn't think she was European, and definitely not American. She walked straight up to me, and when she saw me staring at her she smiled.

"Have you seen my towel?" she asked me in English, but with a definite accent. 

"I think I saw one over there," I said pointing behind me, but I was still staring at her body. She was all wet from her swim and my eyes wouldn't leave her.

Then I saw her eyes wonder down for just about two seconds. She took a good look between my legs. I was starting to get half hard from this experience and remembered that I was as naked as she. Fortunately I had gotten a blow job from Jill before coming down here or I would have been already at full mast. 

She walked past me and up to her belongings on the sand with her towel. I got a good rear view. Her tall shape was perfect. When she bent to pick up a spare towel I caught a fleeting glance at the mound between her legs, the lips tightly pursed together. I was embarrassed to see my erection starting to grow and felt an urgent need to try and hide.

I walked over to her sand blanket and knelt down to the ground. A kneeling position would force my old Johnson to a less obvious position, all though it was still pointing down well past my upper thighs.

"My I sit down for a minute and share your blanket?" I asked her, but had already helped myself.

"Go ahead," she said, and I thought her accent sounded sort of French, but a little different.

The girl sat down not two feet from me on the blanket and began to dry herself off. She started with her long braids, shaking water out from them. Now that I was close to her I could see her olive skin was very dark, and this was natural and not a tan. Her hair was pure black, and this was true for the braids on her head and her neatly combed pussy.

"My names Charlie," I said. "I'm from America."

"I am Emmanuelle," she said and we shook hands. "I'm from Martinique, but I go to college in Marseille."

College, huh? I wondered. She looked like she was barely eighteen. My angels had to be at least eighteen because of various laws. If she was already in college then she met one requirement, and she certainly had the body for the job. That met criteria number two. 

We talked all afternoon. I learned that her father had been black and her mother white. She had a part time job in Marseille, but was sitting out this semester from her school because of financial troubles. She was eighteen, but had started school when she was seventeen because of her better than average grades. 

Emmanuelle was easy to talk to and she was easy to laugh. When she laughed she had a wonderful smile. I full in love with her accent. I had never heard one like it before and I thought it was the coolest thing I had ever heard. She would be a perfect angel for me, a good replacement for Kelly. But I wondered how I could go about asking her if she wanted the job. I had never done this before and felt awkward. My uncle had been the man, and undoubtedly knew all the ins and outs of employing an angel. I was just starting to learn.

"You're not use to the French beaches yet, are you Charlie?" Emmanuelle asked giggling, her knees tucked up in front of her as she sat in the towel. 

"Actually I am use to this," I lied to her. "Why do you ask?"

She just laughed and pointed.

I was sitting cross-legged on the beach blanket and as I talked with her my erection had hit high water mark, pointing up at the sky with pride. I looked down at it and was immediately embarrassed. What would she think of me? How would I hide it? Unfortunately my hands cupped over my groin would not begin to do the trick.

"You are either awfully horny, or don't get laid much," she said.

"To be honest a nice young lady gave me a blow job just a few hours ago. So I guess that just makes me horny."

"Interesting," was all she said and I let it go at that.

She sat cross-legged and poured us a rum drink she had in a cooler. There was no way I could not see. There was no way I could keep from looking. Her vaginal lips were in full view and slightly parted. I could see a sheen of perspiration from the pink between them.

As the day wore on and night started to fall, I saw many more people start to come to the beach. All were nude. The girls were young and incredible. The guys were young, and I guess they were incredible too, all though I really didn't notice them all that much. However, I did notice that none of them seemed to have my problem with a runaway penis. They must have come to these types of places more often.

Some were eating or drinking. Others were playing beach volleyball. Most had arrived alone, as this was not really a couple's spot. However, there was a friendly camaraderie in the atmosphere, and I felt a building excitement. 

One group built a big bond fire and it seemed like everyone was flocking to this spot.

Jacques came back up on the beach with his two friends and found Emmanuelle and me. "I see you have made a beautiful new friend," he said. "Come and join us over at the bond fire. That is where all of the action will be this evening – if you know what I mean, hey?"

"Let's go," I said to Emmanuelle.

"You go ahead," she said looking down and bringing up the towel to cover herself. "I have to be leaving now." She got up and started gathering her things. I felt that she was self-conscious at her nudity for the first time. While all afternoon she had been perfectly ok about it. I got up too, my cock dangling between my legs, and helped her pick up her cooler.

"I don't even know where you are staying?" I asked.

"We'll see each other around."

"I wanted to ask you something, but I really don't know how," I stammered. "Why don't you come on down to the bond fire? I have some other friends who will be here later and I want you to meet them."

"Was one of them the girl who gave you head this afternoon?"

"Yes. She is one of them. That's what I wanted to talk to you about Emmanuelle; I want to offer you a job."

"A job?"

"But not just any job," I said, not wanting to offend her with details at this point, but also not wanting to let her get away. I guess I had kind of grown use to looking down between her long legs all afternoon, and I didn't want to loose the sight now. "The pay is very-very good. There's world travel. It's hard to explain the details. I was hoping maybe the other girls could talk to you."

"Well," she said hesitating, and I took this to be a good sign. "I've never done the swingers thing. That's what the bond fire is, you know. Just a big orgy."

"I really didn't know. I've never been here before," I said as we walked down the beach headed in the general direction of the fire. A big orgy, huh? This could definitely be interesting I thought.

Just then my three angels came running down to join us from the other end of the beach. They were all three naked, and their bodies in the moonlight were very intoxicating. They all jumped on me to hug and kiss me. My dick had now gone out of control and brushed all of their bellies and thighs as they took hold of me. Sabrina reached down and took it in her hand to lay it up against my stomach as she necked with me.

"Hello, angels," I greeted them. "I want you all to meet Emmanuelle."

The four naked girls greeted each other on the beach, but Sabrina held my cock back for me all the time. I was very grateful for her light touch at that moment.

"Emmanuelle, this is Sabrina, Jill, and Kelly. It is Kelly who will be leaving my employment soon and her position you would be filling should you decide to accept my offer. Think of this as an informal interview. You already have my vote, but my three angels have veto power in the matter. Since you will becoming a part of our family it is important that we all get along and like each other."

"Come on Charlie," Jill said leading me by my arm as Sabrina still held me by my engorged cock. "They're having a big party over here at the fire. I don't think we want to miss this one."

There were more women than men at the party. I would say there were about twenty women and maybe a dozen men. Music was playing and everyone was dancing. I was twenty-five and probably the oldest person on the beach. I thought I was in good shape but some of the guys looked like they were competing for the Mr. World title. They were ripped and I hate to say it but several were better endowed even than yours truly. 

The women were all from different countries, and all had different complexions and hair. Some were short and thin with long hair. A few were tall with short hair. All had tightly muscled and flat stomachs. Some were shaved; others had a jungle growing between their legs.

"Come and join me, Charlie," Jacques said stepping up to me. I looked down and saw that he had a big boner protruding from between his legs. He had a small body but a big cock that looked all the bigger as it stuck out from his angular frame.

Jacques led me to a sand dune at the very center of the party. A petite Italian girl was bent over the dune that reached just to her mid section. Her butt was sticking in the air, and I could see her parted pussy hanging between her legs.

"I got her warmed up for you," Jacques told me and motioned me up to the girl's ass. 

Maybe it was the rum I had been drinking all afternoon with Emmanuelle, or maybe it was the scent coming off the fire… I wonder what was in that fire anyway. 

Before I knew what was happening to me I was standing up behind the girl and thumping her good with my hard on. I noticed that a Swedish guy was standing on the other side of the dune and she was giving him a blow job.

A gorgeous teenaged French girl stood down the dune from us and I withdrew from the Italian and moved over to her. She was on her back and as soon as I moved to her she spread her legs for me. I got between her legs and we rutted like dogs for the next few minutes.

I noticed that Jacques was now ramming it good to the Italian girl next to us. There were also more girls lining up down the sand dune and all the guys had lined up with them to get a piece. Most of the guys were going from girl to girl. 

I looked around for my angels. They were not a part of the orgy, but instead sat back by the fire and watched. I think I was fucking a German girl up the ass when I caught sight of Emmanuelle. She waved to me. I waved back. She was sitting on the ground with my other angels and they were talking and bonding. This was a good sign. I hoped that they would all like Emmanuelle and that Emmanuelle would like them. I also hoped that Emmanuelle would understand my offer, not be offended by it, and might even accept it.

I watched as the four girls began to kiss each other. Kelly was French kissing Sabrina and Jill had climbed between Emmanuelle's outstretched legs and was eating her out nicely.

I was on my back on the ground by that time. A little Dutch girl was riding my cock and screaming with a loud orgasm. Another girl, I think it was the blonde headed Spanish girl, was between my legs licking my balls.




Charlie's Angels Ch. 2



Jacques came up next to me and held his cock out to the Dutch girl who was riding me. She took his cock expertly in her mouth and began to deep throat him.

"You like our little party? No?" Jacques asked me as the Dutch girl worked on both of us.

"I want Emmanuelle to become one of my angels," I said, all though my voice was a little strained from my current activity. "Can you have the papers drawn up for her by tomorrow?"

"Yes, leave it to Jacques," he said, his hands on his butt as he let the Dutch girl devour him. "I will take care of everything for you, Charlie."

"I don't know if she'll accept yet, but I want everything to be ready in case."

"I think she will accept," Jacques said with a laugh and nodded his head to the angels and Emmanuelle. "Look over there."

Sabrina and Kelly were still going at it. Sabrina had one of Kelly's erect nipples in her mouth, and Kelly was holding on tightly to Sabrina, her hands roaming up and down her back. Jill was still eating out Emmanuelle. But the amazing thing to me was that Sabrina and Kelly were sitting on top of Emmanuelle. She was on her back, and Sabrina was positioned right over her mouth with her female opening. 

Emmanuelle was squirming around on the sand, as Jill would not give her any mercy, licking and sucking at her clit. However, this did not prevent her from seeing to Sabrina's pleasure. She had Sabrina in spasms as she stuck her tongue repeatedly up inside of her. I knew that Sabrina normally could not get off with a woman, too. So this was quite a good job Emmanuelle was doing.

At last Sabrina climaxed and she literally fell off of Emmanuelle's face and back into the sand. The sand clinging to her petite, Asian body, as she lied there panting from her orgasm. This meant it was Kelly's turn and she hoped onto Emmanuelle's willing mouth and spread her legs, slowly lowering her clit to Emmanuelle's tongue.

I could see Kelly's face contort as she experienced the tip of Emmanuelle's tongue penetrate her and lick her from the inside. Kelly opened her mouth wide and threw back her head. She began to rotate her pelvis around Emmanuelle's face. I could see the wet on Emmanuelle's olive colored face glistening in the moonlight. Kelly's juices were flowing freely from between her legs.

Finally Kelly fell off Emmanuelle much like Sabrina had done a few minutes before. Kelly and Sabrina hugged each other in the sand next to Emmanuelle and were both in a state near unconsciousness. 

Now Jill kissed her way up Emmanuelle's long nude body. The sight was a strange one. Jill was so short and Emmanuelle so tall. Emmanuelle took Jill in her arms and both girls kissed long and hungrily on the lips. Emmanuelle's face was covered in the pussy juice of Sabrina and Kelly, and Jill's face was covered with Emmanuelle's cum.

Soon Emmanuelle was reaching between Jill's legs. Then she was repositioning herself on the ground to bring Jill's butt around to her face. Jill was squirming and crying and giving Emmanuelle a hard time. I knew Jill well enough to know this is how she did when she was on the brink of climax. Emmanuelle gently handled Jill, and finally settled her little body down enough to spread her thighs. She came up under Jill, and I think the first part of Jill her tongue got was Jill's asshole. Needless to say Jill went wild and her screams echoed in the night. But there was a lot of activity on that beach by this time and so the moans of my angel just drowned in with the rest.

Emmanuelle thoroughly cleaned Jill's under section. Starting with her anus she moved forward to her female fold. She held Jill firmly and forced her into multiple climaxes as she used both fingers and tongue on her, thoroughly invading both her openings.

When Emmanuelle finally let Jill go the little California blonde crawled on her belly in the sand and fell into the waiting arms of Kelly and Sabrina. All three of my angels had been satisfied. It was almost as good as if I had done it myself. I was very impressed with Emmanuelle, and I now was not too worried as to whether the angels would accept her or not. After that performance they would probably castrate me if I didn't hire Emmanuelle.

All this time the little Dutch girl had been riding me and been experiencing her own climaxes. "Can you take over here?" I asked Jacques as I lifted the little Dutch girl from off my pole. "Suddenly I think my services are needed elsewhere."

"Well I think I can handle it," Jacques said, popping his cock from out of her mouth and pulling her cute little nude body up to him on the sand.

I got up and left Jacques and the Dutch girl, whose name I never discovered, trumping away on the sand. I tried wiping off the sand from my butt and legs, but then decided to hell with it, this was the beach and I was going to get sand on me. I reached down and cleaned off my cock head. I think I had already fucked eight girls that night. After the third I lost count. I had cum a couple of times, but I was still rock hard and as I went back down the beach I found it was even difficult to walk.

I felt like a primitive man as I walked naked down the beach past other couples fucking beside me. Girls I had just fucked straddling the muscle hunks or bending over to receive it up the ass. The strangest thing was that I didn't think or feel at that moment that any of this was strange. After I got into it this seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

Well, so much for my old conservative inhibitions. They had been blown far away since my first walking out onto that beach with Jacques that afternoon.

Emmanuelle approached me as I was trying to wipe off my dick. She was wiping off my angels vaginal secretions from her face and bowed to wipe off her own from between her legs. 

She saw me and gave a cautious smile. This is the moment I had been waiting for. I returned her smile eagerly. My heart was thumping wildly in my chest as I approached her.

"I thought you didn't do the group thing?" I asked.

"Not with guys," she said. "I guess you already noticed that I like girls sometimes."

"How about guys?" I asked. "You like dick as well as pussy?"

"Depends on the guy and his dick."

I held up my cock in front of her. She looked at me for a long moment with out saying anything.

"I can't believe he's still standing up after all you've put him through tonight," she said and lightly took hold of my erection with her right hand.

"I've been getting well acquainted with Europe tonight."

"Is it like this with you all the time, Charlie?"

"No… Well maybe… I don't really know."

"The girls told me you have only been rich for a few weeks."

"That's right. I don't know what I'm doing right now. My uncle wanted me to continue with his life. The central part of his life was his angels. The reason I came here wasn't to fuck those other girls back there. The reason I came here was to find you."

Now she came fully up to me. My cock was still in her hand. For the first time her tits grazed across my chest. She was slowly starting to rub my cock as she looked in my eyes. We kissed briefly on the lips. She held my shaft flat along her belly, and her pubic hair tickled my balls as we kissed. I liked it because she was almost as tall as me. Not too many girls were of this same height.

"You're going to get a sperm bath if you keep doing that," I said as I kissed around her dark face, moving one of her braids back from her forehead.

She ran past me and I followed her. The Mediterranean water was warm as it lapped up against our feet and legs. She took my hand and led me out deeper. The water soon covered us up to our waists, her ample and well shaped bosom still visible above.

Now I took her fully to me holding her from behind and at her buttocks. We kissed. Her mouth tasted so good, and I suspect I could taste my other three angels vagina's in Emmanuelle's mouth as I kissed her now. She was aggressive in her love of me as well and held me tightly to her, pressing our two bodies together.

She jumped up to me and swung her legs around my waist. Before I even knew it I was inside her and she was ramming her pelvis to mine, fucking me up and down my engorged shaft. We both started to swing our hips into each other. Our rhythm developed. When I arched forward to penetrate her she would swing forward with her legs wrapped around my butt and slam into me with equal force.

She was moving hard and fast, at one point I was afraid my dick was going to break right there in the middle of the Mediterranean. At first I thought maybe this was her way of giving me a get acquainted fuck, but I soon learned this was just her way of making love. 

Her mouth was over mine, her tongue inside my mouth, and we were still French kissing as we rutted in the water. After awhile we had actually made progress back towards the shoreline and as soon as I saw sand beneath my feet instead of waves I bent over and slammed her to the ground. Never leaving her tight opening for a moment I fell on top off her and my cock slammed into her another couple of inches as her back hit the ground.

She began to moan beneath me and I gave it to her with all of my strength, which surprisingly, considering all of my prior activity was still considerable. She pounded back against my groin in a rage of her own. I felt as if we were in a contest of chicken – only this contest was to see who would say "Cum!" the first.

I don't know how long we had at each other. The water was splashing around us. We were both yelling at the top of our lungs. I really don't have a clue as to whether this went on for two or three hours or only twenty or thirty minutes. I never wanted it to end. I don't think she did either.

Finally I was the one who lost the battle. I arched on her and reared back to thrust up into her, and as I did so I felt my balls hit against her buttocks. I cried out as I felt an explosion of cum rocket down into her womb. I kept pounding her, and more and more blasts of semen spread out of me. Her vagina was contracting around me as I pounded her.

Then after another few minutes, minutes in which my orgasm seemed suspended over time (this one was definitely a ten on the Richter scale) I just collapsed on top of her. I felt her put her arms around me and hug me to her.

"I accept your job offer, Charlie," I heard Emmanuelle say and then I passed out and don't remember a thing for the rest of the evening.

*****

I awoke the next morning back in my suite of rooms at the mid priced resort Jacques had gotten for us. How I got back from the party cove the night before I never found out. I guess the angels had come to the rescue and found a way to drag me back. 

I was lying naked under the covers of the king sized bed. I was alone in the room and the doors to the patio were open, and I could see the beach and the Mediterranean beyond the patio. Another beautiful day had dawned outside while I had been passed out.


My head felt funny. I didn't have a headache exactly. In fact the feeling I had could have almost been described as pleasant, but was mostly just unusual, one I had never quite experienced before. It was like a part of me was still out in the Mediterranean with Emmanuelle. I could almost still hear the waves and feel the hard racking of our two bodies against each other.

I showered for over half an hour that morning and then got dressed for the first time in almost twenty-four hours.

Walking out the patio doors I strolled down onto the beach. Sabrina was the first one I saw. She came to me and we gave each other a hug. Then Jill and Kelly greeted me. The angels led me over to a table on the beach where a waiter was serving breakfast. I sat down and felt incredibly hungry. From the way the angels dug in I could see they felt just as hungry as I did. Amazing what I night of fucking on the beach will do for your appetite.

About half way through breakfast Jacques brought Emmanuelle up to our table. I stood up to take her in. This was the first time I had ever seen her with her clothes on. She was magnificent. Tall and slender, her posture was erect and almost regal. She wore a white cotton dress that fit her snuggly, and a big white beach hat from under which flowed her long braided hair.

"Charlie," Jacques told me as he sat down carrying a sheaf of papers. "You have a new angel."

"Welcome to the family, Emmanuelle," I said taking her hand and giving her a kiss.

"I'm happy to be with you, Charlie," she said in that sexy accent of hers. "But tell me something?"

"Anything, angel?"

"How are the four of us ever going to top last night?"

I looked around at Sabrina and Jill and then to Emmanuelle. "I think we will have to try. Something tells me there may be many more adventures ahead of us, angels…"

Later I took the three girls back to my penthouse in New York. But that's another story...



Charlie's Angels Ch. 3



I drove the angels down the eastern seaboard in my Ferrari. Well, it was actually my late uncles Ferrari, but since he was dead and had left everything to me it was now mine. We stopped in Miami and took a puddle jumper across the Key Islands.

Early the next day, the angels and I made our way down a crowded beach toward a small dock. We had all four just returned from a nude beach in southern France. The beach we were currently on was much smaller, much more crowded, and the sand not as white. We were in Key West Florida back in the USA. One of my favorite spots in the world, and one I never got to visit enough in my old life.

The Florida sun was out bright in a cloudless blue sky over head. Sabrina had on a big sun hat and a white bikini with lots of sun tan lotion. Jill had on a California Angels baseball cap and a blue bikini and lots of sun tan lotion. Emmanuelle had no hat or lotion, but was wearing a black thong bikini. I had on – oh who cares what I had on anyway.

“Hey, Nick!” I greeted my old college roommate as the four of us came up onto the dock and headed to Nick’s boat.

“Well Charlie, it certainly has been a long time,” Nick said hopping off his boat and shaking my hand.

Nick was two years older than I was. He was shorter than I was, and rather of a short stature in general, but worked out and had a chest and forearms ripped with muscle. He had a beard and long hair, being rather on the dark side and from an Italian heritage. The beard, I think, was more in keeping with his college professor image that he had going for him now days.

“It’s been three years,” I told him. “But somehow it seems like it’s been much longer.”

“I know what you mean,” Nick said. “School seems like ages ago.” Then he suddenly caught sight of the three beautiful women behind me.

“Nick, remember I told you I was bringing three friends down with me? Well here they are.”

“Man, you told me three friends! I thought you meant three friends. These beautiful young ladies can’t be your friends?”

I laughed as I saw the angels transfixed Nick. They were really more than I can describe. They were beautiful.

“Angels, allow me to introduce, Nick. My first two years in college this guy was my roommate.”

“Hello, Nick,” the angels all shook hands with him.

“Nick, this is Sabrina, Jill, and Emmanuelle. They… work for me,” I said and I’m sure there was more than a little pride in my voice.

“Ladies it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Nick said immediately trying to turn up the charm. “I can see you are doing all right for yourself, Charlie.”

“Yes, I’ve had a change of luck in the past couple of months. It’s kind of a long story.”

“Well, why don’t you all come on aboard? We’ve got the next two days to catch up.”

I patted Nick on the back. “It’s really good seeing you again, man.”

“Same here,” Nick said honestly. “I’m going to put you all to work, so I hope you came ready for a good time.”

The girls all jumped across from the dock to the bow of the Santa Maria. They were all excited to be taking an ocean voyage, and so was I.

Nick got Jill and me a beer. Sabrina stuck with an orange juice, and Emmanuelle went with a Diet Coke. We set out on the deck of the thirty-one foot schooner and soaked up the Florida sun while we talked about our times in college together.

“You and Sally aren’t together anymore?” I approached a potentially sensitive subject with Nick.

“She left about a year ago. She took our son. I still fly up to see him occasionally, but that’s about all.”

“Man I remember the two of you going out in school.”

“Just didn’t work out, Charlie.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that, Nick.”

“Well how about another beer, huh?” Nick said walking back to a cooler he had on the deck and dragging out three more beers. “You ladies enjoying my boat,” he asked them, and I could see he was really distracted by the three nearly nude girls sitting on the deck with us. I was distracted also, even though I lived with the girls and knew them all very well. The sight of their bodies all lined up together like this never failed to bring a stirring under my shorts.

“I really like your boat, Nick. What kind is it?” Jill asked him eagerly.

“It’s a schooner, and it’s not really my boat. It belongs to the university I work for.”

“It’s beautiful!” Jill exclaimed. “You must be an important person at the university for them to give you charge of a boat like this.” I could tell by the way Jill was so ready to talk with Nick and compliment him that she liked him. 

My friend and my angel? I would have to think that one over for a while. Though I had never been jealous of one of my angels before, I was starting to feel that way as Jill looked across the deck to Nick with her beautiful blue eyes seeing only him. I immediately hated myself for feeling that way and tried to push the thought out of my mind. 

“So what about you, Charlie?” Nick asked me. “How’s your love life these days?”

I looked around me at the three girls sitting on the deck with us. The girls were all laughing. I think I may have even been blushing. “Well,” I said stupidly, not knowing how much of an explanation was needed with my friend.

“Oh, I think I get the picture. Say no more,” Nick said and laughed with the girls, catching my meaning. “God man you must be the luckiest guy on the planet.”

“So what can the four of us do for you, Nick?” I asked, changing the subject.

“I’m going to be laying sonar submersibles out in the Gulf of Mexico. The university gave me the use of the Santa Maria for the week, but only under the condition that I could get my own crew. When you called me, Charlie and said you had some free time and might be interested in taking a cruise, I knew I had found my crew. Only I didn’t realize what a beautiful crew you’d be bringing me.” He looked across at my angels and paid particular attention to Jill.

“What will these sonar submersibles do?” Jill asked him with a flirtatious smile.

“Help the university and me to track the migration of large fish in the Gulf of Mexico and out into the Caribbean. It’s kind of like the US Navy’s SOSUS project, except instead of tracking Russian submarines we’re tracking dolphins and tunas.“

“So are you a professor at the university?” Jill asked as she sipped her beer. 

I had not seen her this interested in a guy… well frankly not ever. Not since she had met me, which had only been about six weeks before. But we had come to know each other well in those six weeks. And I had fallen in love with Jill in that time. The problem was I had also fallen in love with Sabrina and Emmanuelle. I had also been in love with an old angel, Kelly who had just left my employment two weeks prior to this trip, to get married.

“Yeah. I’m an oceanographer,” Nick answered her with his most charming smile. Of all of my angels Nick had started to focus on Jill, the petite southern California valley girl.

“That sounds like an interesting line of work,” Jill told him. “I don’t think I’ve ever known one before.”

“Well you do now,” Nick said giving her a wink.

“You still working on finding all those dolphins, old buddy,” I asked.

“I sure am. Dolphins are my specialty. I love to go out to the Gulf and listen to them singing at night. If we’re lucky we’ll come across a school of them one night when we’re out and be able to listen to them and maybe even go swimming with them.”

“Oh that sounds wonderful,” Jill squealed. 

“What about sharks and things like that if we go swimming?” Sabrina asked.

“We don’t have to worry about sharks in the waters we’re headed for. We might have to worry about this tropical storm that’s brewing off of Cuba. But the Santa Maria has radar aboard and we can track it. If it gets too close or changes course we might have to cut the trip short.”

The Santa Maria set off into the Gulf of Mexico with Nick and me and of course the angels as the crew. 

*****

I sat with Nick in the cabin and he taught me how to steer the Santa Maria. I found it easier than a car to handle and after we got out into the Gulf a few miles there was no other boat traffic. The angels had been instructed by Nick to stand watch on deck for the sonar submersibles. They were being trailed along behind the Santa Maria on a little deck and if they got tangled, which they frequently did, the angels would yell back for Nick to cut the engine, and they would jump down in the water and untangle the long cords.

The high tech gadgets up in the cabin with Nick were kind of interesting, but I was still trying to forget about my former high tech career in computers and just relax. All of the flashing lights from the radar and sonar rather reminded me of my old job because they were all run by computers. But the radar was very interesting and I found myself gazing at the big red blob on the screen that represented the tropical storm some two hundred nautical miles south of our position.

We sped along through the white-capped waves. After a couple of hours we caught up with a school of dolphins, and Nick stopped the Santa Maria so the angels could jump in the water and go swimming with the big friendly fish. The dolphins gladly played with the angels and made friends with them.

“I’m really glad to see you doing so well, Charlie,” Nick told me as we watched the angels swimming.

“They are beautiful, aren’t they?” I asked, but I don’t know why. The sight before us was pure heaven. “Most of the time I can’t believe they’re mine.”

“I hope the sleeping arrangements on the Santa Maria will be ok,” he said, looking a little doubtful. “I’ve got a cabin down below, and the quarters I was going to give to the four of you are just bunks. They’re all in the same room. Is that all right?”

“It’s perfect,” I said laughing. “Actually the smaller the bed the better it is for us.”

“Just checking, old buddy. Goddamn it you really do have everything now.”

“Hey man it’s not easy having three young girls as your constant companions.”

“Oh right, fuck you too man. I’m sure most guys would shit a cow just to think about such an arrangement.”

We both laughed and continued to admire the angels from our position up in the elevated cabin. Sabrina was petting one of the dolphins on the top of its head. Jill was backstroking in the warm Gulf waters, and Emmanuelle was playing with another dolphin by splashing water up over its top fin.

“Don’t worry man, I won’t get you drunk tonight,” Nick reassured me. “I think you’re going to need to keep fast and light tonight.”

“Every night, my man, every night,” I told him.

*****

We dropped anchor that night in an area of water bordered by the Gulf of Mexico to the west and the Caribbean to the east and south. Lightening was flashing far off on the horizon, but overhead there were a million stars out and a full moon. In the distance the clucking and squealing of the dolphin school could be heard.

We ate boiled shrimp, and what could have been a better atmosphere than this to eat the tasty seafood morsels. I had a cold beer on one knee and Emmanuelle sitting on the other as I ate the shrimp and caught up with my old college buddy. Man what a life!

Nick put some music on and Jill and Sabrina began dancing together. They were perfect in their motions, and we all lost track of time as we watched them sway to the music.

“I’ve got to ask you, Jill,” Nick said. “Are those real?” he stared at her ample cleavage and Jill looked down at her blue bikini top and started laughing.

“That’s actually a compliment when a guy asks me that. It means you can’t tell for sure.”

“Hell, I can’t tell for sure!” Nick exclaimed. “So are they real?”

“Yes – they’re real expensive,” she handed him a beer and gave him a polite little kiss on the forehead for his attention to her.

“The angels make more money in a moth than you do in a year, old buddy,” I chided Nick.

“They are worth every penny of it,” Nick said toasting the angels with his beer. “What ever you are paying them I say you should double it!”

The angels all applauded Nick for this comment. “I second that motion,” Sabrina yelled.

“So how do you find an angel, Charlie?” Nick asked.

“The same way he found me,” Emmanuelle answered for me as she leaned over to kiss me on the lips, her French accent seductive in the open night air of the water. “Lot’s of perseverance. I’m afraid only Charlie knows how to find an angel however.”

“Well fuck, I hardly know how,” I said returning Emmanuelle’s affection, opening my mouth for her tongue. “I think I just got lucky with this one.”

“Think maybe this sea air has tired me out, Charlie,” Emmanuelle told me in-between kisses.

“Hope you aren’t too tired, angel,” I said running my hand down her back and stopping at her bikini bottom.

“Time for me to go to bed, Charlie,” she said wiggling her butt around on my lap.

“See you tomorrow, you lucky bastard,” Nick called as I led Emmanuelle by the hand down the stairway to the lower deck.

Emmanuelle and I got naked as soon as we were inside the little bunkroom. Emmanuelle was a mulatto; her father had been a black man from Martinique, and her mother a white girl from France. She had only been with me for two weeks, and was my newest angel.

Almost as tall as I was, at just under six feet, Emmanuelle was eighteen. Since I was over six feet myself, I enjoyed having a tall girl as a partner. Emmanuelle had a slender and long athletic body, with big round breasts and firm brown nipples. Her hair was worn very long and braided to her skull. Her pussy sloped at an angle and a dark tuft of black hair stood just over the opening between her legs.

“How are you doing, baby?” I asked taking her nude body and holding it up next to mine. I had been trying to pay special attention to her because she was so new to this life with me and the other two girls and I really wanted it to work out for her. She had been having financial problems and had to drop out of college back in France, but now that she was with me she would have no further money worries again.

“I love this boat and this cruise, Charlie,” she told me as we stood naked in the middle of the bunkroom French kissing and caressing each other’s bodies. “I love this new life you have given me.”

“So everything has been going good so far, baby?” 

“Everything is just fine, Charlie,” she said and her voice was becoming breathless as our love making progressed, my hand slipping down between her long brown legs. “Right now I just need you to fuck me, Charlie.”

So I obliged my angel. I took her over to the little bunk in my arms. There was not really enough room in the bunk for both of us to fit, but somehow we managed. Emmanuelle was on the bottom and I was on top. 

Because of the trip down to Florida I had not gotten laid by any of my angels in over twenty-four hours, and this was a long time for me. In the last six weeks I was used to getting laid eight times a day. So my foot long penis was just about as hard as it ever got as it pressed up against Emmanuelle’s pubic region.

She spread her legs for me, her left leg dropping out onto the floor of the bunkroom because there was no room in the bunk. She was very wet when I finally managed to get inside of her. A long moan escaped from her throat as I began to rock inside her, and she took me in her arms and brought me all the way to her.

I think I brought Emmanuelle to about five orgasms as I fucked her. Twenty minutes later I got up from her and left her asleep in the bunk, thoroughly exhausted. Still naked I climbed over into the bunk across the little room from her.

There was a small, rounded window next to the bunk that gave me a good view of the lightening strikes off in the distance, and also of the stars over the water. I listened for a while to the high-pitched tones the dolphins were making as they swam around the Santa Maria. The motion of the waves, the exotic setting and the good sex I’d just completed all served to make me sleepy, and I was soon nodding off.

Not more than ten minutes had passed and I felt a warm and naked little body crawl on top of mine in the bunk. I opened my sleep filled eyes to see Sabrina on top of me. As soon as our eyes met we kissed and I felt my erection returning as strong as ever, all thoughts of sleep driven from my mind.

“Having a good cruise, Sabrina?” I asked her as she reached down for my penis and placed it inside her pussy.

“Yes, Charlie,” Sabrina answered starting to ride me.

Her pussy lips pulled me in tightly and rested at my base, as she sat up straight on me. It felt as if she was trying to pull in my balls while she was at it. Mounted on top of me she rode me hard. 

Sabrina was from Mainland China, the daughter of a top party functionary; she had lived the life of a princess in China, but always dreamed of coming to live in America. My uncle Wallace had met her and made her dreams of America come true and made her one of his angels. She was twenty-six and had a perfect Asian body, with flowing hair down to her waist. Her pubic hair seemed to be made of velvet or silk, and her breasts were small, but the bright red nipples were always erect and oh so nice to suck.

I took her left nipple in my mouth and let her gain several orgasms as she rammed her pelvis down on top of my shaft. Her little legs were just able to fit within the tight confines of the bunk, and she had her knees held down by the side of my chest as she rocked back and forth on top of me.  I ran my hands up and down her naked back and caught her heaving buttocks, forcing her down against my cock even harder, and beginning my own thrusts up deep inside her.

I felt the motion of the Santa Maria rock us back and forth as I pumped Sabrina. She took a tight hold of me and begged me to give it to her harder and deeper. Soon she was starting to scream and unable to contain herself any longer, a massive orgasm ripping up from her female entrance and all the way through her body.

I let go of my ejaculation just as Sabrina reached her heights, and she felt the warm semen jet up inside her womb prolonging her climax. I pumped hard against her and was happy I still had ample love juice for Sabrina after my liaison with Emmanuelle barely a half-hour before.

“Thank you, Charlie,” Sabrina said as we lay in the bunk and held each other.

“I love you, angel.”

“Love you too, Charlie.”

After about ten more minutes Sabrina was asleep in my arms. I slowly got up from the bunk and laid her back on the blanket not wanting to wake her. If I woke her I knew Sabrina well enough to know that she would just try and get me hard again, and I was starting to wear out from all my activity.

I walked over to the third bunk of the room and lay down on top of it. I still saw the lightening flashes outside, and now I could see large purple and red clouds building on the horizon. Those damned dolphins were still screaming under the window, and the full moon was still providing the only light of the tiny cabin. I didn’t care about any of this, however. I was starting to fall back into a nice peaceful sleep within about two minutes, as I listened to the light breathing of both Emmanuelle and Sabrina in the two bunks behind me.

I had just fallen to sleep and was starting to have a pleasant dream, all though I forget what it was about. When just at that time I felt soft warm lips close about the head of my flaccid penis and start to nurse it back to life from the battles of the last hour.

I groggily opened my eyes and looked down between my legs. Jill was naked and kneeling at the foot of the bunk, licking the underside of my cock. When she saw I had awakened she gave me a little smile over the bulk of my growing erection.

Jill was barely five feet tall, and twenty-two years old. She had been a real find by my uncle Wallace. She had been eighteen and disowned by her family for a bad-boy type boyfriend she’d had who had gotten her pregnant. After the abortion and the break up of her relationship she had been out on the streets until my uncle had found her and made her an angel.




Charlie's Angels Ch. 3



Jill had double D breasts, and at the moment they rested on my upper thighs as she gave me head. She had long California blonde hair, and it hung over her face and tickled my balls. Her little naked body had a deep brown all over tan, and her pussy was completely shaved. All my angels gave pretty damn good head, but Jill was tops in this category.

“Still have any left for me, Charlie?” she asked licking me like a lollypop.

“Keep sucking and we’ll soon find out,” I told her.

I just lied where I was and let Jill play with my cock in her mouth. I would be a while in coming this time, but this felt really nice and I was glad it would take a little longer. Jill was one of those girls who got satisfaction from sucking a long cock down her throat and I think she was happy I didn’t dump down her throat in the first couple of minutes as I sometimes did.

Lightening flashed in the round window next to me. The dolphins screamed like mad men outside the boat. The grinding and creaking of the hull in the waves was audible by this time. I pushed open the window and let in a breeze and got a good whiff of the warm Gulf air outside.

The kaleidoscope of clouds towering on the horizon, mixed with strange tints and hues along with the lightening and the bright moon and stars made me feel like this was all a part of that dream I’d been having. I felt as if I were high on some really strange but good drug. My body was totally drained, but here I was letting it be drained further, and embracing the experience.

After she had me lathered up, Jill climbed on top of me and ran her hands down my naked front side coming to rest in my pubic hair. She lowered herself forward and brought her tits down to my belly. Then she slowly let my cock slide up between her two heavy breasts. Her saliva on my cock and my pre cum streaked her smooth skin as she started to pump my erection between her two mounds.

She held me tightly between her cleavage and started a nice rhythm. Without even realizing it I was starting to thrust back at her, too.  My hips arched up into Jill’s chest. Her hands ran up and down my chest and stomach, stopping occasionally to grab one of my nipples.

She pushed down on me and went back and forth over my cock. I thrust up between her breasts. When I reached the top of my arch her lips were there to kiss my tip, her tongue darting out to lick me. The titty fuck was nice and slow, and we both drew it out until I felt my balls start to contract between my legs. I could feel my third orgasm of the hour start to build and take on a life of its own. I had no power at this moment and had surrendered everything to Jill.

I let some moans escape my throat. Jill continued stroking my chest with one hand and reached down to cup my balls with her other. When I felt the light kneading of my balls I let out a prolonged gasp and thrust madly between her breasts. 

I was surprised that this was going to be my best orgasm of the night. A long white jet blew out of my cock head and splattered on Jill’s chin. She just kept on rubbing her breasts back and forth against me and milked the final drops of semen from my body. My mouth was open wide and the orgasm had taken me to the edge of pain.

At last it subsided and there was peace once again. I returned from the high and got back in touch with the world, hearing the groaning of the Santa Maria against the waves, and feeling the ocean air blowing on our bodies through the open window.

Jill crawled up my body and kissed me on the mouth. Our mouths opened and our tongues touched. I could taste my own ejaculation inside her mouth. My penis flopped against her knee, raw from the three fucks the girls had just given me.

“Thank you, Jill,” I said in a weak voice on the brink of passing out.

“Can I talk to you, Charlie?” she asked me.

“Sure! Anything, angel.”

“Well, I really like it on this boat…”

“I know, and?”

“I like Nick.”

“I noticed that.”

“Are you mad?”

“Of course not.”

“I’m thinking of maybe fucking him, but I want that to be ok with you.”

“Nicks a good friend of mine,” I said placing my arms protectively about her nude little body and holding her tightly against my chest. “He lost a lot when his wife and kid left him.”

“I know that. I feel kind of sorry for him,” Jill said nestling against me. “He’s handsome, and he’s a lot of fun to be with. When I meet someone like that I guess I just want to know what it’s like to have him in me, making love to me. And out here on the ocean like this is the perfect place for sex. It’ll be the kind of fucking you still remember when you’re eighty-years-old.”

“I know what you mean, angel. I’d actually like for you to take Nick under your wing during this trip. I was sort of hoping maybe one of you girls would feel that way about him, but you know I would never ask you to be with someone you didn’t want.”

Jill kissed me again. This was a sweet kiss that told us both that we loved each other. 

“Thank you, Charlie. But something is still the matter, isn’t it? I can always tell when something is bothering you.”

I winced a little because I knew then that she had detected the jealousy in me. Of course as close as we were I should have known that she would know everything I was thinking right after I did. 

“I’m just being selfish,” I said stroking her soft tanned shoulder by the light of the moon.

“Selfish?” she asked. “What do you mean, Charlie?”

“It’s just the idea of you being with another guy. I don’t know how to explain it to you.”

“Is that how you felt when Kelly left?”

“Yes. It is. I’ve tried not to think about it. After all I did meet Emmanuelle and I have you and Sabrina,” I took hold of one of her double D’s. “Is this going to be a sympathy fuck with Nick, or something else?” I asked.

“I don’t know yet. I don’t want to hurt you, Charlie.”

She kissed me again. This was a long passionate kiss. Her mouth was so soft and tasted so good I never wanted this one to end. 

“Do you know that I love you, Charlie?” she said still kissing me.

“I know it,” I answered. 

We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

*****

The next morning Jill and I awoke with the sun shining in the window next to the bunk. The window had been left open all night and the ocean air sailing in smelled good, and so did Jill as she came awake in my arms, the smell of sex still fresh on our bodies.

Warm Gulf air was too warm to cover up in, and so we had lain naked on top of the covers all night.

“Good morning, Charlie,” Jill said, her voice husky from sleep.

“Good morning, Jill.” We exchanged a long wet kiss.

I looked around me in the bunkroom and noticed we were alone. Sabrina and Emmanuelle had already awakened and left. From the next room on the lower deck I heard the shower water running, making quite a roar in the cramped confines of the Santa Maria.

Jill climbed off me and helped me up to my feet next to her. She looked down at my flaccid cock as it hung between my legs and laughed. She had been sleeping with me for six weeks and knew I normally awoke with an erection.

“Were we too much for you last night, Charlie?”

“You angels are never too much for me, Jill,” I lied because I was really very tired from the night before, but it was a good tired, and I wished I could have felt that way all the time.

Jill and I shared a last lingering kiss in the bunkroom. Her naked body was hard against mine, and I think little Charlie would have become big very fast if we had stayed in that position another second.

I took Jill by the hand and led us out of the bunkroom and over to the shower stall across the hall. Sabrina and Emmanuelle were taking a shower together. The single showerhead on the Santa Maria was very cramped and I was surprised they could both fit inside at the same time. I thought they might have been doing more than just taking a shower.

“Good morning,” Nick said stepping over the entranceway. Then a look of embarrassment came to his face as he saw Jill and I were still nude. Jill made a halfhearted effort to hide behind my back. “Oh excuse me!” Nick exclaimed, but didn’t divert his eyes from the beautiful young girl behind me.

“When’s breakfast?” I asked as Jill peaked over my shoulder and nodded her “Good morning” to Nick.

“Being served on the main deck right now. Why don’t you land lubbers put some clothes on and come up and get some before I throw it overboard to the dolphins.”

“Ai-Ai captain. We’ll be right up.”

*****

The day progressed along at a lazy pace aboard the Santa Maria. Nick showed the angels how to guide the boat and asked me to help him lower the sonar submersibles overboard when we had hit propitious spots on the map that would serve the purpose of tracking the fish best. The weather had cleared from the night before and there was a bright glare coming off the water as the sun rose across the sky.

“So tell me what you think of the girls?” I asked Nick as we were working in the water just off the side of the deck.

“They’re all three great!” Nick exclaimed.

“How about Jill?”

“She’s one hot little number. I can’t imagine what it must be like for you man.”

“I can’t help but noticing you’ve kind of had an eye on her.”

Nick held up his hands as if to ward off trouble. “Hey don’t worry man, you can trust me.”

“No, that’s not it. Don’t get me wrong here,” I said as I handed him down one of the three foot round sonar devices. “What I’m trying to tell you is that Jill likes you. You might have a chance to score with her on this trip if you play it right.”

Nick dropped the sonar device in the water and it sunk uselessly away from us. I had shaken him up with this news flash. It was almost like a lotto winner hearing their ticket number called on TV.

“Shit!” Nick yelled at the loss of the device that had probably cost his university a couple thousand dollars. But he quickly forgot about it and looked over at me. “Would that be all right with you, Charlie?”

I didn’t really want to look at Nick right then because I didn’t want him to see the mix of emotions I had in me at that moment, most of which I couldn’t even figure out myself. “The angels work for me. I also have a sexual relationship with them. But they are free to choose whoever they want.”

“I guess I don’t really understand what kind of relationship you have with them.”

“Yeah, well most of the time I don’t understand it myself,” I said taking a heavy breath and looked over at Nick. “Don’t think I’m trying to give you pussy man, because I’m not. This was the girl’s idea.”

“Thanks for the information, Charlie,” Nick said laughing. “I’m more confused about this than I was before, but I’ll give it some thought.”

*****

Later that afternoon some big thunderheads built up to the southeast again. Nick spent a couple of hours up in the top cabin looking at the radar, and at one point I thought we were going to have to turn around and head back in. However, the storms developed as they had the first night, giving off spectacular fireworks in the distance, but posing no danger to the Santa Maria.

We broke out a good bottle of wine that night and Nick cooked up some more seafood for the gang. We ate delicious food, drank good wine and set on deck chairs in the open water watching the sunset in the west. 

The angels ran off to the side to throw food down to the dolphins that seemed to be following the Santa Maria. The dolphins out here in the Gulf did better tricks for us than the captive ones did back at Sea World. The girls took delight in the hurdles the dolphins did and the back flips they would give whenever they were fed a big fish.

Nick and I sat back and watched the girls and the waves and the lightening strikes. Soon the full moon was rising over the waves again. The half of the sky not covered by clouds was completely clear and star filled.

Finishing my second glass of wine I caught myself falling to sleep on the deck chair. The warm Gulf air and all the physical activity had made me feel as tired as I think I had ever felt in my life. I found myself at a very good point, one where I didn’t give a fuck about anything and just sat back and enjoyed the moment at hand.

Emmanuelle removed her bikini top and bottom and placed them on the chair next to Nick and me. With all of the grace in her long, olive colored body she dived off the side and began a night swim in those warm waters. She waved back to the other two girls and motioned them to follow her.

Sabrina was next. While I was still watching Emmanuelle she got naked and dove over the side. The two angels splashed each other and played in the water.

Jill joined them next; stripping off her one-piece bathing suit after she had already dived overboard and throwing it back up onto the deck. She waved back at me, and gave a smile to Nick. 

I watched as the angels huddled in a circle of three out about ten feet from the Santa Maria. They all seemed to be deep in conversation. Jill seemed to be leading them. I watched as both Sabrina and Emmanuelle started laughing. Jill just splashed them with some water to get her point across. They had just planned the rest of the evening for us. 

“I better go check on that radar before that storm gets any closer,” Nick said as a huge flash of lightening bolted across the sky, all though I knew it was probably about a hundred miles away.

Nick started to get up, but I shoved him back down getting up instead. “Relax, old buddy,” I told him. “Let me play with the toys up in the cabin. You stay out here and enjoy the scenery.”

“All right. I will, thanks,” Nick said settling back in his seat and turning to watch the angels swim in the water.

I climbed up the stairs to the cabin over looking the main deck. This was the control room, all though I am not navy enough to know the proper term for it. In here was the radar. I walked over and turned on the monitor to look down at the black screen.

The storm was still just as far away from us as it had been. We weren’t moving, but it didn’t seem to be in any hurry either, and so I thought we’d probably survive the night.

From up in that open cabin I got a good view of the deck below and of the angels swimming in the water. Sabrina and Emmanuelle were up on a ladder leading from the water to the deck. Sabrina was the one sitting on the ladder. She had her legs parted, and Emmanuelle was half way up out of the water and between them. 

Sabrina normally could not get off with women, but Emmanuelle could always give her strong climaxes. Emmanuelle was the new angel on the block and wanted to make friends. She was certainly making one of Sabrina tonight as she expertly ate her pussy.

From my view I could see it all, and I just stood and watched, mesmerized by the beautiful sight. Sabrina had her head thrown back and was enjoying the licking tongue of Emmanuelle. Emmanuelle reached a hand inside Sabrina to bring out her clit and licked and sucked and fondled it until it was raw and swollen with pleasure.

Both of the naked girls were wet from the water, Emmanuelle having only her top half and her big brown breasts showing above the waves. The moon and starlight caused the water droplets on their skin to glisten. Oh man what a sight that was!

Then I saw Jill climb up out of the water and get back on the deck of the Santa Maria. She took up a towel and dried off, but not completely. Making no effort to retrieve her swimsuit she walked across the deck to where Nick set watching her. Bowing her legs slightly, she wiped the towel down across her cleanly shaved pussy.

“Will you join me?” She asked him, holding out her hand.

Nick hesitated, but only for a second. “I would like that,” he said getting up and taking her hand.

Jill led him over to the side of the deck and stopped. She reached up and put her arms around him. He reciprocated and wrapped his arms around her naked body. They began to French kiss. His hands slid down and took hold of her buttocks.

What did I feel then watching another man make love to my Jill? I don’t know. I felt numb, but at the same time I felt aroused to become a voyeur and watch my friend take my angel. 

Jill helped Nick out of his shirt and then reached down to tug off his shorts. Nick was hung, not as good as I am, but he was hung. And his small stature made the large penis swelling out from his groin seem even larger. He was muscled and tanned. Their two bodies seemed to be molded together as they stood kissing. Nick knelt down before Jill and fondled and sucked her double D’s into his mouth.

Jill lied down on some rubber padding on top of the deck and brought Nick down with her. After a few minutes of exploring each other’s bodies with their mouths they assumed a natural sixty-nine position with Jill positioned on top, her pussy over Nick’s face.

I watched Jill take his cock into her mouth. I knew what good head she gave. I was jealous as I watched, but also happy for my friend too, and I knew this is what Jill wanted. Her head began to go up and down on his dick.

Nick was using his hands to spread her tiny round pussy opening apart. His tongue flicked along the oval of her lips and then ventured inside of her. Her clit was swollen and exposed to him.

Jill set up straight on Nicks face; her legs spread apart, his dick popping out of her mouth. She was swaying her hips over his face and enjoying his mouth, tongue and fingers probing up inside of her. I watched her throw her head back and give a satisfied sigh as the first orgasm of the night swept up from between her legs.

“You must have gone to the same pussy eating school as Emmanuelle,” she said as she got off his face and helped him back to his feet.

Nick was dazed as he got back up on his feet with Jill. His hands were still roaming freely over her body. I remembered my first experience with the angels. They took quite a bit of getting use to, but my old buddy was not letting me down. His cock was still standing high and proud.

“Hey guys!” Sabrina called to them from the water. Both her and Emmanuelle had finished making love and dived back into the water to cool off. “Come on in and join us! The water is great!”

Jill dived in first. Again I saw Nick hesitate for a second and then think what the hell, diving overboard after her. The four of them, Sabrina, Jill, Emmanuelle and Nick swam out across the water around the Santa Maria.

I watched them and took off my own shorts, freeing my massive erection. After being the focal point of wild sex over the last couple of months it was just kind of nice to watch for a change. Again a flicker of jealousy hit me, seeing another man swimming with my angels, but I think this actually stimulated me further.

The angels huddled around Nick in the water as he led them back to the side of the Santa Maria. All three girls were reaching beneath the water to take a hold of Nick’s cock. Sabrina came up on one side and French kissed him, both of their mouths opening. Emmanuelle came up from the other side and took his nipple in her mouth sucking. Jill dived beneath the waves and once more took his penis in her mouth.

I was just barely conscious of my left hand as it stroked along my boner. Lightening flashed off in the distance. The dolphins, also swimming in the water, were giving their mournful song.

Nick got up to the first step of the ladder, coming half way out of the waves. Jill still had his cock in her mouth and was deep throating him. Sabrina set on Nicks lap and they continued to kiss, their tongues playing about their lips. Emmanuelle dropped down to his cock and took turns with Jill giving him head. Each girl taking a hold of one of his balls and massaging as they sucked him. All four of their nude bodies were wet and clean from the water, and shining in the dim light of the night.

I decided to walk back down to the deck from the top cabin where I had my good view. I didn’t want to interrupt them, or even become a part of the orgy. This was Nick’s party, and not mine, but I wanted to get closer to them out on the open deck and experience this as thoroughly as I could. For in some ways this was one of my most enjoyable experiences with the angels.




Charlie's Angels Ch. 3



When I got down to the deck I saw that Sabrina had now taken Nick’s seat on the bottom rung of the ladder. Nick had moved between her outstretched legs and she was guiding his cock head into her opening. I watched as Nick arched up and inside of her, forcing her head back with a surprised cry of pleasure.

My left hand was still pumping away at my dick, but I don’t think at the time I was even aware of this.

Nick pounded Sabrina hard. It had been awhile since he’d had sex, and I could see he was going to take my three girls to the max. Sabrina began to climax and scream off into the night. Nick bent down to take her nipples in his mouth and give her more pleasure.

Jill and Emmanuelle were behind Nick in the water. Both were kissing his buttocks and between. Jill slid her hand inside his crack and a finger up his ass. Now as Nick fucked Sabrina, he was being fucked by Jill’s index finger.

Finally Sabrina had enough. She rose her knees and scooted back up the ladder and up onto the deck. She just lied there for a moment out of breath. Nick had done a good job of satisfying her. I was both pleased and a little angry by this, but my trusty old left hand just pumped my dick harder.

Jill was still behind Nick in the water, and still had her finger up his ass. He looked around at her, and she gave him a kiss, long and hard, on the mouth. Nick took the opportunity to take one of her magnificent breasts in his hands again.

Emmanuelle wanted some action next. She climbed up next to Nick on the ladder and pivoted around for him, bringing her rear end out to face him. Nick turned from Jill’s tits to the tight ass of Emmanuelle held proudly just in front of him.

He parted her butt cheeks and she slightly spread her legs for him. Bringing his throbbing cock up he ran the tip along Emmanuelle’s pussy lips. Then taking the plunge, holding her ass cheeks in his hands, he thrust inside of her and begin a fast and hard rhythm.

Sabrina saw me watching the action and walked over to sit next to me on the deck. For the first time I became self conscious that I was masturbating in front of her and stopped immediately. 

Sabrina looked at me for a long moment. Was she embarrassed that I had just seen another man have intercourse with her? Or was I the one who was embarrassed?   She took a seat on my lap and I held her to me. She was shivering a little from the night air, her nudity, and the intensity of the fuck Nick had just given her. She took over masturbating my cock for me, using her right hand, and the two of us watched the action of the starboard side as Nick rammed it home to Emmanuelle from behind.

Nick was still being finger fucked up his ass by Jill. This seemed to be giving her quite a bit of pleasure. I know she had done this to me on more than one occasion, but I am not for sure if Nick really liked it or not. However, he couldn’t complain too much as he had Emmanuelle to fuck, and was reaching around her front side and holding her big tits in his hands as he pumped her.

Sabrina was now using both her hands to masturbate me.

Emmanuelle was starting to take deep breathes and I could see her beautiful face as it started to tense for her first orgasm under Nick’s insistent cock. Nick could obviously feel her muscles contracting around his penis and so he gave it to her harder and faster.

A wave of multiple orgasms hit Emmanuelle and she tried to struggle in Nick’s grasp, but he held her steady and kept thrusting up into her. Finally she started to scream, and she was that type of girl that sounded like she was in pain when she screamed out at the top of her climax. Again I was proud of my old buddy; he just kept a tight hold of her and rammed her with out letting up, forcing her over the edge again and again. Not an easy task for him considering he now had two fingers up his ass, an index finger and the middle finger, compliments of the naughty little Jill standing behind him in the water.

Sabrina wiped some pre cum off the opening at my cock head and kept on giving me a dick massage with both her delicate little hands.

I don’t really think Emmanuelle’s vagina could take anymore by the time Nick let her crawl off his cock. She only just had enough energy left to climb up the ladder and collapse onto the deck in a little ball, her hands going protectively between her legs, her knees held up to her heaving chest

“Stop that, will you?” Nick finally yelled back at Jill.

“Sorry,” she said half embarrassed removing her fingers from his anus.

“You want to ass fuck, huh?” Nick told her. “Well come here! I’ll show you an ass fuck!” and saying that he swept Jill up into his arms and carried her up the ladder, throwing her down onto the deck.

Jill wiggled and squirmed and tried to get away from him, but was only half serious, as Nick forced her around on her hands and knees and positioned himself behind her posterior. She was laughing hysterically as he did this.

He stuck a finger up her butt hole to test the waters. As petite as Jill was this was going to be tight. I had been up that particular orifice on occasion, though a rewarding experience; it was not the easiest of asses to penetrate.

Now Emmanuelle had picked herself up from the deck and come over to sit on my lap next to Sabrina. She also looked me in the eye. I had just watched another man fuck her. I had just watched her climax in near agony. I wondered if I’d ever get that scene out of my mind as I continued my relationship with her in the future, and I doubted I would.

Emmanuelle helped Sabrina, and I found four female hands running up and down my shaft.

Nick lined up his penis with Jill’s bud and showed her no mercy. Well she hadn’t showed him any and had asked for this, and I knew probably wanted it. He reared back and thrust forward. Jill gave a grunt as he slid eight inches up into her body on the first penetration. She squeezed the deck railing tightly with both hands, bracing herself for what was coming

Nick held Jill by her buttocks and reared her. His hips went wild slamming up into her. She accepted him fully, and started to moan from pleasure after only a few minutes of anal stimulation. Her butt was actually grinding back into him to bring him into her deeper.

Emmanuelle had my balls cupped in her hands now, and Sabrina continued to stroke my cock with her long, sure fingers. I felt one of the all time great orgasms slowly and methodically build from somewhere deep inside of me.

Nick withdrew from Jill and his cannon shot white balls of cum down her back and onto the back of her hair. She fell down to the deck off her position on her hands and knees as soon as his cock left her bowels. He re aimed his cock and shot his last few wads at her by now rather swollen anus. Then he fell on top of her, completely exhausted himself by the work out the angels had given him.

My angels had all been violated now before my eyes, and the only thing I could think about was my own building climax.

I held Sabrina and Emmanuelle in my arms and let them bring me over the brink. I moved back just a little, not wanting to squirt my own face. Then I was hit with a huge orgasm that sent fountains of sperm shooting up from my cock. The two girls leaned over me and bathed in my cum, opening their mouths to receive plentiful eruptions.

We all slept out on the open deck that night. If the storm had turned in the night I guess it would have sank the Santa Maria or whatever a tropical storm does to a schooner. I sure as hell was too tired to go up and fool with some fucking radar, and I know Nick felt the same as I did.

I held Sabrina and Emmanuelle in my arms. Nick and Jill slept about fifteen feet further down the deck and were also holding each other. 

The dolphins screamed all night and I think I had bad dreams about them. In fact I’m pretty sure I had bad dreams all night and didn’t sleep too well at all. I dreamed about my angels being taken from me, and just plain taken.

*****

Early the next morning I woke up and found I was sweating even though I was naked and the air was rather cool. Sabrina and Emmanuelle were still snuggled up next to me. I gazed out of a fog across the deck, but could not find Jill or Nick.

It was then that I heard Jill crying out from inside the schooner. She was screaming, and I knew her screams were those of pleasure. I looked around and determined that she was in the captain’s cabin with Nick. They had obviously decided to go in for a more intimate early morning encounter. 

I had awoken rock hard as I normally did in the morning, but hearing my angel getting fucked by another man seemed to drain me this morning where as the night before it had actually stimulated me to see Nick fucking the girls. My cock quickly went flaccid between my legs and I climbed up from the floor of the deck.

Leaving Sabrina and Emmanuelle to hold each other, I retrieved a little blanket from some kind of first aid kit against the bulk head and gently covered them with it.

I went down to take a shower and turned up the speed of the water as high as it would go so I could not hear the sounds of love making coming from the captain’s cabin. I took a cold shower, coming fully awake to the new day and let my mind go blank. I had already lost one angel in Kelly. Was I about to loose another one in Jill? Maybe I didn’t have the same skills my uncle Wallace had possessed after all.

I went down to the tiny kitchen and made breakfast for all of us. Nick had been doing all of the cooking on the trip so far and somehow I wanted to be the one to do this now. I whipped us up some eggs, but they were kind of mushy, and burnt the bacon to a crisp. Well, I had never been much for cooking, so go ahead and shoot me.

Sabrina and Emmanuelle joined me out on the deck after taking a shower. I noted that today they both took the shower alone. I guess they’d gotten their full of sex the night before.

I felt quite a bit reassured when they both came up to me and kissed me passionately on the lips. Sabrina even suggested that we go below and make love. I think she just said this to make me feel better. I told her I was too tired, but promised her a good session in the bedroom as soon as we got back home.

I realized then that I would be able to get beyond what I had seen them do with Nick last night. At least I still had two angels.

Both girls dug into my breakfast and complimented me on the out come. They were sweethearts. I poured them some coffee I had made, and at least thought that this had turned out better.

After we had finished breakfast there was hardly any left for our other two crewmates who had still not joined us. So I began to clear off the deck table and thought fuck it, they could get their own breakfast if they still wanted some after all that sex.

About an hour later Jill and Nick emerged from the cabin below. Nick looked like a new man. Where before he had looked much older and sadder than the boy I had known at college, today he looked more like the Old Nick again. I was happy to see this and again felt a little petty because of my jealousy. 

Jill was the person I was really interested in seeing however, how would Jill look after the night was over? I tried to access her but could not. She looked like the same Jill to me. Beautiful and free, wearing the one piece bathing suite again, and a shirt to go over it, her long blonde hair blowing in the wind, her tan as brilliant as ever.

“Time for us to take her back into the dock,” Nick said. 

Sure, now after he’d had all three of my girls – now he wants to go back, I thought sarcastically to myself.

I could tell he didn’t really know how to approach me this morning, or where we now stood as friends. I didn’t have these answers either and so just tried to act like nothing had happened.

I went up to the main cabin with Nick and steered the Santa Maria back to land as he put her in gear and brought up the anchor.

“It was an interesting cruise, man,” I told him. “Thanks for inviting us.”

“No – thank you Charlie,” he said slapping me on the back. “Thanks for sharing, man!”

“I didn’t share anything with you, man,” I said. “If it had been up to me you wouldn’t have gotten shit. You have the angels to thank, and not me.”

“You’ve got three girls who love you, my friend. Most of us mortals are just searching for one.”

“You sure about that?” I asked him suspiciously.

“Yeah. I’m sure, Charlie.”

We reached the dock in Key West and said our good-byes. 

I walked back down the beach with the angels, and Sabrina led Emmanuelle some ways ahead of Jill and me, giving us a chance to be alone.

“I thought you might want to stay on with Nick back there,” I said to her, and tried acting like it was ok with me whatever she decided.

She stopped me then and gave me a hug. “Don’t be stupid, Charlie!” she exclaimed.

“Well my track record hasn’t been so good with keeping you angels recently.”

“Nick was a good fuck, Charlie,” Jill said looking into my eyes and becoming serious. “He’s a nice guy and I wish him well. That’s all.”

“It’s just… well I don’t know.”

“Hey Charlie you’ve got the three of us to fuck all the time. We just have you. Does anything seem wrong in that equation to you?”

“You’re right,” I said, and felt like the fool I was. Jill had never spoken to me this way before, none of them had, and I was forced to see things from the angel’s perspective for the first time. “I’m sorry, Jill.”

“You are really stupid sometimes, Charlie.”

“I know it.”

“Not because of what happened with Nick.”

“Well then what else did I do?”

“I am in love with you, Charlie,” and saying this she took me in her arms and kissed me.

“I am in love with you too, baby.” I tried holding onto her, but she moved away from me a little.

“The problem is Charlie, Sabrina and Emmanuelle are also in love with you, and I think you would be lying if you said you weren’t also in love with them.”

“You’re right. I am,” I let go of her and felt dejected again. “I’m new at this. I never planned for any of this to happen in my life, and I still am not doing a very good job of handling it.”

But Jill wouldn’t let me go. She took me in her arms again and held me to her. “I think you are doing a terrific job, Charlie,” she said kissing me sweetly on the cheek. “You’re right, you are new to this life, and I think in time you’ll figure it all out.”

“What happens in the mean time?” I asked.

“The four of us keep on fucking our brains out,” she kissed me long and passionately. “Come on let’s go home, Charlie.”