2 comments/ 53707 views/ 0 favorites Better Than Before By: juanwildone Reader be warned – I’ve got a little creative with my grammar and formatting in this particular story (much more than usual for me!). Sorry if bugs you. Charlie thundered down the stairs and headed straight for the kitchen. A chorus of "hi Charlie's'" was quickly acknowledged. "Anyone seen Mike?" "No, I haven't seen him. Why don't you join us, c'mon, sit down." The 'us' was what Charlie referred to as the coven, a mixture of female relatives and neighbors that had long hounded Charlie about her tom-boy ways. Every year during the Superbowl they sat in here talking while the men, and Charlie, watched the game. It was Charlie's sister Jen who discouraged Charlie from sitting. "I don't think Charlie would want to sit with a bunch of girls. Besides we were just about to talk about sex and I for one wouldn't want the responsibility of scarring Charlie for life." Kim, Charlie's sister, came to Charlie's defense. "Don't listen to her Charlie. C'mon and sit down. Patty was about to spill the goods." Kim smirked as she looked toward Charlie's Aunt Pat. "I was just about to give my annual state of the marriage report Charlene (Pat was one of the few people who refused to call her Charlie.) Actually, I think you'll find the story very interesting." Aunt Patty was married to Charlie's mothers’ brother, aka Uncle George. Their marriage had been rocky for years and a while back they had seemed to be a ready to call the lawyers and divorce. However, all evidence now pointed to a strong marriage and a very affectionate couple. Charlie pulled a chair around and straddled it leaning over the back. Jen just shook her head. "Charming as always." Charlie glared at her. Donna chuckled, "Doesn't this ever stop? You two are amazing." "Charlene has always been a tomboy.' Patty replied. "But there's no mistaking that she is filling out into a gorgeous young woman." Charlie blushed, but the truth was plain for all to see. Charlie was definitely filling out, the formerly 'skinny tall' girl was becoming a statuesque beauty. "Woman! HA! She's never even had a boyfriend. The closest she's ever got to a guy is Mikey, from next door. Oh they've been a couple since we moved in, yeah, a couple of idiots. All they ever do is fight, argue, play sports, fight, argue, watch sports, fight, argue talk sports." "Jennifer please, I think we get the picture. Go on Pat." "Okay. Well last year George and I were about to call it quits. The marriage wasn't just dead in the water, it was going down for the third time. We hadn't had sex in quite a while, hell, by then we were hardly talking to each other. I didn't think we'd make it to Christmas. Anyway…" “The menfolk had settled in to watch football; most of the women had gone off to shop except for Charlene and myself. I just didn't feel like being grilled about George and I. The men were watching the game and Charlene and I were keeping them fed. Right before kick-off, a young man joined us. Charlene seemed very happy to see him and I was introduced to Michael. I believe he had been gone for the previous two weeks on a ski trip and was just now returning. A very handsome young man I might add. “We're watching the game and I notice that Charlene is trying to talk to Michael about something but he's busy with the game, pretty much ignoring her. So she gets up to see if anyone wants refreshments. She's standing in such a way that her butt is sticking right in Michael's face. And I see Michael looking while trying not to look like he's looking. She gets some drinks and serves everyone except Michael. I noticed that now the top two buttons of her blouse were undone, I couldn't see anything from my angle, but I'm sure that Michael was getting an eyeful as she leaned over in front of him." Charlie looked at her aunt in horror. "Aunt Pat, you shouldn't be talking about this. I'm not going to sit here and listen to this." Charlie began to stand up. “Sit down 'Charlie.' Believe me, we've all been there. We've all had our turn in the hot seat, this is yours." "Why me? What did I do?" "You know exactly what you did," Pat looked her right in the eyes. Charlie blushed deeply. "Oh my God. Aunt Pat, please." " Now, as I was saying…" "Charlie's clearing teasing Michael, then she stops and sits down to watch the game. She's arranged her blouse so we see nothing unusual but poor Michael, evidently he's seeing plenty. Then she goes to get some snacks and brings them out on a tray, I notice that her skirt seems different. I realize she's rolled it up in back so that it’s at mid thigh when she's standing. When she bends over to serve no big deal we can't see anything, except poor Michael. She keeps positioning herself and bending over in such a way the he must be just about looking right at her ass." "Aunt Patty." "Wow. My sister - the cockteaser." The collective gasps around the table indicated Jennifer had overstepped the boundary. "Oh, did I say cockteaser, I meant flirt." "Shut up Jen," Charlie spat out. "Girls, stop it – both of you!" "Alright. Charlie is serving George and she’s wiggling her butt right in Michael's face. I mean her butt couldn't have been much more than a foot away from him. I thought it was quite a show, but it turns out that the real show hadn't really started yet. She puts the tray down and sits on the arm of Michael's chair with her back to the rest of us. They’re sitting like that for awhile, and I'm just about to lose interest when I she Charlie bolt upright. Now when she sat on the arm of the chair she had put an arm up behind Michael's head for balance. I turned a little to see better and realized that her arms were basically immobilized. I could barely see Michael but I didn't have to imagine much to know where his hand was." Kim looked at Charlie. "Charlie, don't tell me you were letting Michael feel you up while watching football?" The smile on Kim's face indicated that she though this was damn sexy. "I wish I could get that kind of action from your brother during a game. I think I'd have to strip naked, and even then I'm not so sure." "He wasn't feeling me up. He…he wasn't touching anything." Pat smiled. "As I was saying…a big play happens and as Michael leans forward Charlie gets free and runs to the kitchen. Michael gets up after the replays are finished and says he'll give her a hand. So he follows her into the kitchen. Couple of minutes later I hear a ‘Michael!’ and a couple of seconds later Michael is through the doors and sitting back down, he seems to be stuffing something in his pocket. A couple of minutes go by and Charlie pokes her head out of the kitchen and asks Michael to come in and help her. He declines and they go back and forth, neither budging. Finally he says to her come out here for the next series of downs then he'll go back in and help you out. She comes out and I notice that the skirt is not rolled up anymore. Now it's about as low as it can go and when Charlie sits I see that she has her knees clamped tightly together. And I realize that Michael must have removed her panties while in the kitchen. Then Charlie is practically sitting in Michael's lap. I can just see that she is slowly squirming her hips around and seems to be rubbing him. Now it's Michael trying to get her to stop. I assume her intention is to leave poor Michael in a hard situation." "She stands up suddenly, whispers something in Michael's ear and walks into the kitchen." "Oh God. I must be having a nightmare. Please don't." Charlie looked from woman to woman for help – none was offered. “Michael is quiet for a moment then slowly stands turning away from everyone. I could see that he was trying to adjust his trousers. Then he also went into the kitchen. And it was very quiet in there. I stood up and moved over to the door and slowly pushed it open. “Please Aunt Pat – please.” “Charlie was right where you're sitting Jen. Only she wasn't sitting she was kneeling on the bench. Her skirt was flipped up and Michael was behind her with his shorts around his ankles - pumping away for all he was worth. One arm was resting on the tabletop the other on the other was out of sight. I knew I should have turned away, but I couldn't. " Pat lifted her gaze and paused for a moment. "You want to know what's funny. Until that moment I had never seen two people have sex in real life. Even in college I had heard people having sex but never seen it. I was transfixed to that spot - I couldn't move." She looked over at Charlie who looked at her in complete and utter shock. Pat took a deep breath and continued. "I could tell by her movements that Charlie must be getting close. Then she arched up and shivered violently. Michael started to pant and jerk his hips. I must say Charlie certainly has a fine ass. Then he came - I saw his butt clench 4 or 5 times - and he started to slow his thrusting. He was lightly rubbing Charlie's hips and thighs then he pulled back. Because I was behind him I couldn't really see his cock. But I could see Charlie. I know what a freshly fucked pussy feels like, but seeing one was incredible. Even from across the kitchen I could see her thighs glistening with her juices and a slight trickle of semen from her. It was still stretched open. Michael pulled her upright to hold her in his arms and kiss her neck it was very sweet. He whispered something in her ear, she nodded and they walked out the back door. I walked across the kitchen to where they had been. I could smell their passion. There were a number of cum splatters on the floor and cushion I wiped them up. My body was on fire. I was as horny as I’d ever been. I wanted sex - I needed to be fucked. I returned to the other room and went right to George and told him that I needed to see him upstairs in the bedroom right away. He followed me up. Once inside I closed that door and locked it. I was shaking. George noticed and asked if I was OK. If I was sick. I told him I was not OK and yes I was sick. I was sick of our situation. I could tell he was upset… "Pat. How many times can I say I'm sorry. I was a fool. It was a terrible mistake. But I can't go back and change it. I fucked up. What do you want?" "George. George I need sex. Now." "What!? You haven't hardly let me see you naked let alone touch you and all of a sudden you want me to make love to you? What's going on, is this some kind of trick?" "George I don't want to have another argument I just want sex. I don't want you to make love to me. I want sex. I need sex. Goddamn it George I want to be fucked." Pat slipped out of her skirt and began to unbutton her blouse. "I've never heard you talk like this. This is crazy." George stared at his now naked wife.' "Damn you George. I am not going to beg you to do this. If you won't do it - I'll go door to door until I find a man who will." Pat stood defiantly with her hands on her hips, eyes blazing with anger and lust. "Like hell you will." George shed his clothes in seconds. He pushed Pat onto the bed, his cock was already hard. Pat looked at it and reached up wrapping her hand around it, she bit her lower lip. "Alright - I'll fuck you?" George pushed his hand between her thighs and slid a finger into her pussy. A gasp escaped her mouth and she swallowed. George pulled her knees apart and settled in between her legs. His cock found her heat and her thrust forward into her. She was wet and tight. She struggled for a moment and George pushed deeper bottoming out with a loud grunt. George pined her arms to the bed and began to pump slowly and deeply. Pat was surprised by the suddenness of his moving between her legs. The pressure of his cock at the entrance of her pussy was a delightful reminder of times past but that feeling was swept away when he plunged deeply and deliberately into her. A flicker of pain followed the shock of being forced to accommodate his cock which hadn't been there for almost a year. But that pain quickly disappeared and a feeling of tremendously satisfying fullness replaced it. 'Oh God, this feels so good.' George was pumping frantically away when Pat felt her orgasm approaching. She felt George thrusting harder and faster. The impact of his pubic bone on her pussy was sending shockwaves of pleasures straight to her clit. George felt the bucking hips that signaled Pat was getting close. He was surprised at the quickness with which she was there. God it felt good to be inside her again. Pat's bucking lost its rhythm, she was starting to cum. George looked down at her. Her eyes were clenched shut. "Open your eyes. Look at me. Patricia. Look at me Patricia." Pat was so close 'Oh God, oh God.' The image of Charlie and Michael was replaying in her mind. Someone was calling her. Her orgasm arrived. A tremendous spasm shook her entire body. Her eyes were now wide open. But she was aware of nothing but wave after wave of intense pleasure. A molten heat rippled out from her core. She heard great gasps of air, screaming and moaning. George felt Pat begin to spasm in orgasm. He was surprised at the physical intensity of it. In fact the hard spasm of Pat's cunt increased the friction of their coupling setting off his orgasm. He felt his cock throb with each ejaculation. A new series of spasms was felt and a second orgasm was triggered. . He looked into her unseeing eyes as waves of passion rocked her. Thoroughly spent he lowered himself slowly onto her. Pat opened her eyes gazing at the women seated around the table. "We had sex, great sex actually, and then just lay there for awhile. Then I turned to look at him and I saw tears. I asked him if he was OK and he shook his head. He just looked at me with tears streaming down. I knew then that he was truly sorry. And I began to feel the anger and the hurt began to ease. I stroked his cheek and told him that we would get through this." Pat paused for a moment. "George had been involved with a woman at his office, a married woman. I found out about it over a year ago. That's why we were having problems. We just couldn't talk about it, or wouldn't talk about it. I had cut him off. We hadn't had sex since I found out. I was so angry that I could barely stand to be near him." Pat smiled at Charlie. "Seeing you and Michael together - well it was very therapeutic I guess. When we were younger George and I would often teased each other into a frenzy. Seeing you two helped me to remember the good parts of our relationship. Anyway after our…hell, after George fucked me we started to talk. Actually, I asked questions and George answered. I began to see our marriage more clearly, it wasn't perfect, but it was actually pretty good." "Then George asked if there was anything he could do to help me know how much he loved me. I told him to tell me everything about the affair - everything. He did. I went down the list of sex acts asking if they had done this or that. He quietly replied yes or no to every question. It was all pretty standard stuff except for one thing. It turns out that she really liked anal sex." "Now I don't know about any of you but I had never done it. Not once. I asked George if he enjoyed it. He said he did. Then he said that she told him that she had never done it with her husband because he thought it was dirty. So for her it was something special just for her, her affairs were her opportunity to do things her husband wouldn't. And I had an epiphany of sorts, I realized how often I told George "No" when we were together. I was saying "No" to him a lot, especially in the bedroom. So I asked George if he had anal sex before the affair and he said no. 'But you enjoyed it'. He said 'Yeah, I did." "We were quiet for a while. Then I got up on all fours with my ass facing him. 'Is this what you want? Is this what it takes to get your attention?' I asked and I wiggled my butt. He smiled at me and said quit fooling around. I told him I wasn't fooling and asked him again, I asked him if he wanted my virgin ass?" "Oh my God you didn't!" The expression of Kim's face underscored her amazement. "Oh my God I did. I looked at George and said this is a one-time offer. You may never get another shot at it. C'mon big boy show me what ya got." "You sure about this babe?" "Yes." "Okay. On your back woman I gotta get you ready." "George went down on me doing big figure eighths from my clit to my ass, I was getting pretty turned on when he slipped a finger inside me, got it good and gooey and then pushed it up against my rectum. In it went and I actually found that it wasn't unpleasant. A second finger joined with the first. It took me a couple of minutes to get comfortable with two fingers. Then there were three. He was rotating them around stretching me open. The he had me hold my knees up and I felt a pressure on my ass. I felt my ass yield to him. It was starting to hurt and I told him. He told to breathe deeply and try to push against him like I was on the toilet. I felt my ass push out and around his cockhead and pull him in. The feeling of fullness was incredible, uncomfortable, but incredible. We stayed that way for a couple of minutes while he whispered obscene endearments into my ear. I was "so hot, so sexy, whorish, his slut, his cunt" and as my rectal muscles relaxed drawing him deeper inside. I was whimpering and moaning, pleasure and pain." As Pat paused to sip her wine she glanced around the table into glazed eyes. "This next part is going to get very explicit with regard to fantasies and desires that I know you have all had. So brace yourselves." Heads nodded and Pat couldn't help but notice that not one of the women had both hands in plain view. "Now, where was I? Oh yes, flat on my back with George's cock up my ass. Had I mentioned that he told me to rub my clit? Well he did and I was. He kept talking dirty…" "You want to be fucked in the ass, don't you? [yes] You need to be fucked in the ass, don't you? [yes] You've needed this for quite a long time, haven't you? [yes] You're so desparate for cock right now you'd do anything, wouldn't you? [yes] Yeah, you'd do whatever you had to for some cock, wouldn't you? [yes]" "I should add that everytime he was asking a question he was pulling his cock out of me. Everytime I answered he pushed back inside me. He started to quicken the pace and it became a joined chant, "You need cock. [yes] You want cock. [yes]" I could feel this huge orgasm building inside me. "You need cock. [yes] You want cock. [yes]" My body started to spasm, I was right on the edge. He fucked me even faster and I was so close but couldn't finish, "You need cock. [yes] You want cock.[yes] Cock. Cock. COCK. [YES] Any cock. Every cock. Friends cocks. Co-workers cocks. Strange cocks! [YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS] I came so hard that I passed out." When I came to, George was holding me. Whispering how much he loved me, needed me, missed me. I asked him if we could go home early to spend some private time together. He agreed and so we packed up and left. And the marriage is good and the sex is unbelievable - better than before - much better then before." There was a collective exhalation as chest heaved. None wouold ever admit to an orgasm, but there was little doubt a that a couple had been experienced. The air was thick with arousal. It was quiet for quite a while. Then Jennifer looked over at her sister. "Well - well - well. Charlie it seems like you have a story you need to share. Good thing Mom wasn't here to hear about you and Michael. She would've had a fit. How long have the two of you been doing the horizontal hula?" "You remember when I blew out my knee at the end of basketball season and had the surgery?” "That’s almost two years ago? Mom must really be slipping. I can't believe she doesn't know." Charlie smiled, "She knows. She took me to the Doctor to get on the Pill." Better Than Before There are all kinds of people out there. Extremely kinky people with unusual tastes. Guess what? You're one of them if you're here, reading these sex-laced, pointedly provocative phrases. That's okay because kinky people with odd fetishes make the world a far more interesting place than it would be without them. If you're a straight up kinky man or woman, don't worry. We are fully equipped to satisfy you. Sit back, relax, and enjoy this tale of extreme kink and debauchery. You've definitely come to the right place and we absolutely promise that we will not let you down. If you like it hot, then we have a bevy of sensual excitement just for you. Ralph and Sarah Edmond are a very kinky interracial couple. Sarah is a tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, slender white chick. She's originally from Detroit but she loves Atlanta . After all, it's where she met her dear hubby. Ralph is a tall, broad-shouldered, muscular Black man with jet-black skin. They're both very good-looking and athletic. Ralph used to play football for Georgia Tech. Sarah Edmond played soccer for the Georgia State University women's soccer team. They met while reaching for the same book in the campus bookstore. It was love at first sight. Three years later, they were still going on strong. A happily married young couple in their twenties, living in 1970s Atlanta , Georgia . Ralph is a graduate of the Georgia Tech School of Criminal Justice who works as a policeman with the Atlanta Police Department. Sarah works as a nurse at the local hospital. She also attends college at night while working on her Master's Degree in Nursing. Tonight, they are bored and want to try new things. Sarah is a wickedly kinky gal and she promises her man some special new thrills. Ralph is curious about what she has in mind. This sexy Black man has found his Irish wife to be far kinkier and more sexual than most chicks he knew from the hood. Their sex life was varied, spicy and definitely thrilling. Still, could one improve on perfection? Ralph and Sarah are lying in bed, entwined in each other's arms. They're about to make love, as they usually do before going to sleep. Suddenly, Sarah Edmond rushes to the bathroom, and comes back with a surprise between her legs. Yep, you guessed right. She's wearing big strap-on dildo. She looks very sexy wearing it. Her husband Ralph seems surprised. Sarah smiles at him and tells him that this is something she's always wanted to try with him. Ralph is a bit apprehensive but he's a kinky Black man and readily agrees. Sarah smiles and begins to grease up her dildo with lubricant. Then, she greases up her husband's sexy ass and asks him to get on all fours. Ralph nods, and assumes the position. She lovingly kisses his perfect ebony butt, then spreads his cheeks for some kinky fun. She slowly guides the dildo into his ass. Ralph gasps. He's never had anything up his ass before. Sarah stops and asks him what's wrong. He asks her to be gentle. Sarah nods and continues. Placing her sleek hands on her husband's hips, the lovely Irishwoman begins to happily thrust away. She pushes the dildo into the sexy Black man's ass. Judging by how hard his long and thick black cock is getting, he must be liking it. She begins to fuck him harder and faster. Ralph is taking it and although it hurts a bit, he is starting to like it. He actually hears himself asking for more. Overjoyed, Sarah is more than happy to give him all she has, and then some. She continues to pound his ass with the dildo, taking great care not to hurt him. After all, Sarah is a very kinky woman and not a sadistic bitch. She loves her husband dearly and this is just one more kink they're trying. Ralph screams in pleasure as she rams the dildo up his ass. They change positions. Now, Ralph is lying on his back and Sarah faces him as she fucks him with the strap-on. She smiles at him and leans down to kiss him as she thrusts deeply into him. He is caressing her pretty breasts and sucking on them as she continues to pound away. She notices that his black cock is harder and seemingly thicker than it's ever been. She strokes him while fucking him, running her hand up and down on his massive dick. His dick has given her much pleasure over the years. She loves to have him take her. That cock of his has been in her mouth, pussy and ass. She absolutely loves it. But tonight it's his turn to be pleasured. Ralph looks at his wife as she continues to thrust into him. Damn, she looks hotter than ever. Her plastic cock keeps probing his ass, going deeper than anything has ever been before. This is definitely a new experience for him. And he is loving it. So much that halfway through it, cum shoots out of his cock. He screams in pleasure, louder than ever before. Sarah slowly pulls the dildo out of his ass. Then, she leans down and takes his cock into her mouth, sucking him until he's dry. Afterwards, they lay in bed together, laughing. Talk about intense sex! This is definitely the kinkiest sex act they've ever performed together. Sarah looks into her husband's eyes. They've just ventured into new territory. She hopes it hasn't changed things between them. He's still her husband and she's still his wife, very much in awe of as well as in love with the strong, smart and successful man he is. She gets up, picks up the strap-on dildo and puts it back in her erotica drawer. Then, she returns to her husband's arms. They are husband and wife. What happens between them stays between them. Especially what happens in the bedroom. Ralph looks naughtily at Sarah. He bumps her cute, round butt with his groin. She looks into his eyes and sees the desire there. She smiles. It's a good thing the bottle of lube is still nearby. There's still much use they can get out of it. Moments later, Sarah Edmond is on all fours, and her husband Ralph holds her slender hips in his massive hands. Gently, he spreads her cheeks and guides his cock into her ass. Sarah grimaces as he enters her. There's a slight pain, but nothing she can't handle, thanks to her resolve and lots of lubricant. Ralph thrusts into her, and buries his cock into her bum. He goes hard, and deep inside her. He is all power, all strength and all speed. He fucks her, giving her all he has. Sarah feels every stab of his hard cock in her ass. And she welcomes it. As he continues to pound away at her, she screams, alternately asking him to stop and begging him for more. They change positions, and she lies on her back while he takes her from the front. His hard cock is still deep in her ass, and this time she looks into his eyes as he takes her. His handsome face is contorted with effort. She wraps her arms around him, embracing him as he takes her. He takes her arms and firmly moves them away from his torso. Surprised, she looks up at him. His eyes are closed as he rams it deep into her. Wincing, she feels close to howling like one of the damned. Finally, it happens. He arches his back, then falls back into her arms. She feels his cock trembling within her, before releasing his seed. His cry of pleasure is sharp, loud, deafening. It is a roar of triumph. His body shakes in her arms. For a moment, they remain like this, without a word. He looks into her eyes, and smiles. His forehead is covered with sweat. She wipes it with her hand, then kisses it. He is laughing, still inside her. He buries his face in her lustrous blonde hair, and she wraps her arms even more tightly around his ebony form. She welcomes this, more precious to her than the pleasure and the pain. He says her name, and it's a moan of thanks. Only then does she smile. He's back with her. As he should be. For a moment, she feared that she lost him, that they went beyond the point of no return. For a moment, she thought things weren't going to be the same between them. Now she knows better. They were better than before. Better Than Before: Charlie & Mike "Ow! watch it OK!" "Sorry. I'm just trying to help. Your knee is still pretty swollen." Charlie crossed her arms over her chest - didn't say a word. Until Mike twisted her knee the other way – "OW!" "Why did you wear these clothes today? It's hard to work you with this in the way." Mike tugged at a floppy pant leg. "Well sorry - if their such a problem then take them off." "What!? Take them off?" "Oh please - I have sport briefs on." Charlie unsnapped her shorts and lifted her hips. Mike paused. "Geez 'Michelle' you've seen me wear less in the pool." Mike flashed on a memory from many years back and smiled. "What are you grinning at you big dork." Mike smiled deeply, "I was just remembering the first time I came over to swim. You certainly shocked me with what you were wearing that day." "You are such a jerk. My sister still bugs me about that. Gawd – I knew I was skinny then but how could you have thought I was a boy? That was so embarrassing – and in front of her friends too." Charlie playfully punched Mike shoulder. "I told you I couldn't see – that I'd broken my glasses just before I met you that first time. C'mon Char – give a guy a break why doncha?" Charlene thought back to that summer day. They had recently moved into a new house and as yet she hadn't met any kids her age. They were either older or younger, and what was worse none were interested in shooting hoops with her. About two weeks into the new neighborhood she was at a local park practicing free throws when a skinny dark haired kid had walked up. He was squinting a lot and had that obnoxious problem that all boys seemed to have – they were alive and they had a galling need to state the absolute obvious. "You shooting baskets?" Charlene stared at the boy with her mouth open as she stood at the free throw line. She shook her head to herself and swished another basket. She retrieved the ball and prepared to shoot again. Swish. "Nice shot." "Thanks." She stood ready to shot again when she glanced over at the squinting boy. "Is there something wrong with your eyes?" "Oh...no? Why? Oh…I get it." "Well…is there something wrong with your eyes?" "Oh…I broke my glasses while I was on vacation. We were at my cousins house and we were playing baseball and I was hitting my cousin hard I mean I was hitting the ball hard because he was pitching and he was getting pissed off and he said Michael you asshole stop hitting the ball so hard and…" "Okay… I get it…thanks for the life story." Swish. "You play roundball?" "Is the Pope religious?" "What?" Charlene shook her head again - boys. Her sister raved about them - this boy or that one. 'He's so cute…he's so cool…he's so…he's so…' Charlene had yet to meet any boy that she didn't think was at best 'so-so.' "Yeah. What's your name? I like to know that name of my victims." Charlene flinched as she heard what was possibly the worst…no, no make that what was certainly the worst Dracula accent ever. "Charlene." "Nice ta meetcha Charlie." Charlene shook her head again. He can't see, he can't hear, and he probably can't shoot - lucky me. An hour later Charlene ran her fingers through her short blonde hair. Sweat dripped freely from her face. She glared into Mike's squinty face. "Next shot wins – alright?" Swish. "I win." Charlene grabbed the ball and started to walk away. "What? What's wrong with you? Give me the ball!" "I said, 'NEXT SHOT WINS' you nodded I shot I swished I win. Seems pretty clear to me – how do you see it?" Mike sputtered and spit. "I demand a rematch!" Charlene walked away in triumph, "Fine – I see you here tomorrow at 10. Try to bring your "A" game – I could use a good workout." And so began a hotly contested competition of cutthroat basketball between a couple of 11 year old kids. Games were won – games were lost. On the sixth day the temperature climb dizzyingly until Charlene called time out. "It's too hot to play anymore – I'm going home." "OK. Tomorrow's supposed to be hotter." "Hey ya want to come over to my house and swim? It'll be okay because my mom will be home." "Yeah! I can't come over until after lunch – I'm getting new glasses tomorrow" Mike stood at the door with his towel in hand. His new glasses were great. He was in the middle of his second knock when the door opened. I girl with long blonde hair stood before him. Mike was eye level with her breasts. His eyes widen at the size of them. They were literally overflowing her bikini top. "Yes. What do you want?" Mike glanced up at the girls face, "Charlie invited me over to swim," and back at her breasts. Her nipples were swelling and Mike's mouth fell silently open. "Charlie? Oh you mean…I'm up here you little pervert." Mike's mouth snapped shut and his head flicked up. The girls opened the door wider, "Well…are you coming in or not?" She turned and walked away, "Oh Charlieeee, your little friend is here to play." The girl walked toward the back yard. "Oh and this is the bathroom, please use it so you don't pee in the pool." Mike laid his towel on a table. The pool looked pretty good. The girl who'd answered the door was sitting with two of her friends. Mike found it very easy to ignore them. He shook his head slowly girls were so weird. "Hey Michael." Mike turned. He was smiling at first…then his head cocked to the side just a bit…he bent his head forward as if to see more clearly. He was surprised…no, no confused was more accurate. Charlie was wearing a two-piece bathing suit, the kind of suit a girl would wear. "You're a girl?" The howls of laughter from the girl who opened the door and her two friends was like the screeching of fingernails on a blackboard. Mike turned to glare at them and so was unprepared for the excellent flying tackle by Charlene. She knocked the air out of him as he went into the pool. He sank like a rock. Luckily, one the friends of the girl who had opened the door was a swim instructor and rescued Mike. A couple of rescue breaths and Mike was fine, well except for the murderous glare that Charlie was leveling at him. "You got a break when Jennifer saved your stupid ass." Charlene held up her fists and playfully punched Michaels, he flinched in discomfort. "Sorry, are they still sore?" "Yeah." Michael got real quiet as he gently rubbed his bruised knuckles. "Skateboarding accident, right? That's interesting because there's a rumor going around that you beat up Randy Vogeller." "Why would I do that?" "I talked to Randy. Mike – why did beat him up? Not that he didn't deserve it, I mean he practically…are you going to beat up other guys I've dated?" "No." "Well? Michael we have been best friends since I moved here. We know just about everything about each other. You know I've done stuff with other guys…kissing…fooling around. I'm still a…, you know, although Randy sure tried hard to change that. But you know I can take care of myself –so why did beat him up?" Mike continued to work Charlene's knee. Charlene waited for some kind of answer but Michael was strangely silent. "Ever since I blew my knee out in that tournament you've been great – above and beyond. You helped with so much of my physical therapy. I had never been to a school formal and as a senior this was my last chance because I always had tournaments at that time. Because of my knee I could finally go. You knew how much I wanted to go…I even asked you to take me…you thought I was joking." Charlene saw the look on Michael's face and knew she was right. "So when Randy asked me I said yes. I knew what he would try to pull. When he got carried away I told him I'd get him off and then he could take me home. I did my part and he left me to walk home, which turned out to be too much for my knee. No serious harm done – except to Randy's face. So Michael…talk to me." "There's nothing to say." "Oh really…you are such a pathetic liar. Fine, have it your own way tough guy. Now take these stupid shorts off so that you don't hurt my knee anymore." Mike pulled the shorts down her legs and off. Oh shit! Mike felt his cock snap to erection. Sport briefs my ass! Charlie was wearing some kind of...of, hell, they looked liked they were painted on. Everything was there to see - everything. "Can you move my leg better now? Michael? Earth to Mike come in." "Yeah. No, I mean this is fine. This is fine." Charlie's knees were still bent and Mike couldn't help but look at the junction between her legs. The smooth curve of her butt led his eyes to her scarcely covered cunt. Two parallel bulges pushed against the soft fabric. As they became more prominent a slight void appeared between them. Mike began to manipulate Charlie's leg again. He watched as her cunt moved with the stretching of her thigh. He thought his cock couldn't get any harder than it was until he saw a small wet spot forming in the center of the void. A small groan escaped his lips. "Is there something wrong Michael?" "No nothings wrong. It's my problem." "Can I help?" "No - you can't. I said that it's my problem – OK?" "Come on Mike we've always helped each other - let me help you. Tell me what your problem is." "I can't Charlie. I can't...I have to solve this one myself." "Sounds like girl trouble to me. Is there a girl involved?" Mike kept working Charlie's knee and stretching out her thigh - the wet spot was growing larger. "Tell me Michael. Tell me your problem I know I can help. Please Michael. It's got to be about a girl. Have you told her how you feel - does she know?" "Yes, I mean no. I don't know - I don't think so." "Michael, did it ever occur to you that she might feel the same way about you. Maybe she can't say anything to you because she's afraid too. Maybe she's trying to show you in other ways." "Like what? Why couldn't she say something?" "Maybe she's afraid how you'll react, maybe you'll think poorly of her. Maybe she's trying to get you to see her in a different way. You know maybe she's trying to show you that she feels the same way you do." "What am I supposed to do about that?" Michael wanted to think that Charlie felt the same way about him as he felt about her – how could it be though? They had been friends for so long. He wanted desperately to be more then that. She couldn't possibly feel the same way. "Man it's really hot out here. I think I'll take my shirt off. Maybe you should take off your shirt too." Shirts were removed and discarded. Mike began to manipulate her leg again. He tried unsuccessfully to not look at her cunt or at her sports bra covered breasts. They seemed much larger then last summer. Charlie had been slow to develop but she was sure catching up fast. "Michael my thigh is really tight I might have a slight groin pull. Could you massage it please?" Mike rubbed halfway up and down her leg. "Deeper Michael and closer too. Closer...closer...closer." "If I get any closer I'll be touching your...what are you doing?" Charlie grabbed the bottom of her sports bra She pulled her bra off and dropped it to the ground. Her breasts were perfect. Michael watched in amazement as Charlie lifted her hips and eased her briefs over her butt. "Pull them off Michael." Charlie was stretched out naked on the chaise. Suddenly Charlie felt uncomfortable maybe Mike didn't like what he saw. She started to pull her towel around her. "Stop." Mike walked over and kneeled beside her. Bending down he turned her face to his and kissed her. His hand drifted off her face down her neck and came to rest on her beast. Her nipple was hard beneath the palm of his hand. "Take off your clothes Michael." Charlene watched as Michael stripped off his shirt and shorts. She chewed her bottom lip as he bent forward and lowered his boxers to his ankles and stepped out of them. She gasped when he stood up. Amanda Browning had been right. Michael was hung. While Charlene was still a virgin Michael had lost his last year to one of the girls on the basketball team, a senior. Amanda had told Charlene that Mike had the tool and the talent. It looked huge. Charlene slowly spread her legs apart – she was shaking. Her soft blonde pubic hair barely covered her wet cunt. Her fingers trailed down to her swollen lips. "This is what Randy wanted…I want you to have it." Better Than Before: Charlie & Mike Ch. 02 Michael was aware of many things, on many different levels. Physically, Charlie’s mouth was sliding slowly up and down the length of his cock as her tongue pushed against his glans. Her left hand was holding onto his right butt cheek and her right hand was cradling his balls. Mentally, mentally he was so fucking confused and overwhelmed that he couldn’t think straight. Which wasn’t even a problem as long as Charlie kept blowing him. In his heart…in his heart Michael felt complete. Charlie alternated between looking up at Michael and feeling this was the best decision she’d ever made and closing her eyes. With her eyes closed she concentrated on Michael’s cock. Michaels cock was in her mouth. Michael’s cock was going to be in her soon. Michael’s cock was going to be the first cock ever inside her. Michael (and his magnificent cock) was going to be her first. She was giving her virginity to her best friend – she’d never felt happier. She felt his cock swell and prepared herself – this too would be a first, allowing a guy, no wanting Michael, to cum in her mouth. She hadn’t decided the swallowing thing yet. The first spasm of Michael’s cock filled her mouth and she found that she swallowed instinctively. Each subsequent ejaculation was received and enjoyed. Mike’s mouth was on hers in an instant and he kissed her passionately and fiercely. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she dueled playfully with it. His hands cupped her breasts and the hardening of her nipples followed. He felt a heat and a desire well up in her that was like nothing she had ever experienced. She wanted him…she needed him…she was his…and she wanted him to take her – completely. Mike licked and sucked Charlie’s swollen breasts. Her nipples were so hard that the skin of her areolas also swelled. She had let other guys get to second base, but it had never felt like this. This was more then just physical excitation. She felt as if her body was opening to Michael. She felt a finger rub along the seam of her cunt and she instinctively opened her legs wide. Michael kissed his way down her stomach and across the front of her hips. A finger lazed slowly up and down her cunt along the slick transition of her outer to inner skin. His first girlfriend had told him about this area; where a woman’s body opens to receive a man. Michael removed his finger and substituted his tongue; Charlie’s affirming moan encouraged him onwards. He lapped slowly at Charlie’s increasingly wet cunt. Her hips were flexing and rocking as he probed deep inside her. Every now and then he licked across her clit. What started as yelps of surprise gave way to low moans of need. “Please…Michael, please…I’m so close…so close…please…Michael.” Her pleas were answered. Charlie shocked as her orgasm crashed through her. She wanted to scream but it seemed as if her muscles were so rigid in ecstasy that she couldn’t make a sound. She could clamp her legs around Mike’s head as he continued to lick her… TOO MUCH…TOO MUCH! Charlie pushed Mike’s mouth away from her and looked at him with wild eyes. “Oh my God…oh my God…oh my God! I never knew…oh God…that….oh…oh, Michael.” Charlene smiled at her lover. Charlie looked at Mike’s hard cock – she was ready. Her years of waiting, of curiosity, of fantasy were about to end…she was ready to become a woman. Charlie spread her legs wide and held out her arms to Michael – welcoming him into her. Michael leaned forward and kissed Charlene softly. He felt his balls rest against her pubic hair as his cock pushed against her stomach. He smiled to himself – I’m gonna be this deep into her in just a minute. Charlie basked in his kiss and kissed him back. She too felt his balls pressing against her cunt. She too felt his erection, no his cock, pushing against her stomach. The realization that it would soon be as deeply inside her flooded her cunt with liquid heat. Michael broke the kiss and positioned himself between her legs. Her cunt was wet and open. “Ahem, aren’t you forgetting something?” “I love you Charlene.” “I love you too Michael…but that’s not what I meant – protection?” “What?” Michael’s brain attempted to engage every possible neuron and memory cell. He tried to bend time and space – somehow…someway…”protection? You’re not on anything?” The look of stunned disbelief on Charlie’s face spoke volumnes. “I mean I didn’t expect…I didn’t…I don’t…oh fuck!” “You don’t have a condom with you? Are you kidding me? All guys carry condoms – in their wallets…their pockets…their socks…” “Socks?” “Yeah...whatever! I don’t know…God I can’t believe you don’t have one…” “Well maybe we could just…” “Are you crazy? I don’t want to get pregnant! Oh yeah I can just see me waddling up to get my diploma…” “That’s not what I meant. I not ready be married…” “Right, right…knock her up and on the next one?” “Charlie! All’s I’m saying is…” “CHARLENE? Are you home? CHARLENE?” “Shit! Shit! Shit! No…get dressed! Hurry…” “I’m really sorry Charlie, I’d never do anything to hurt you. Please…” “In here Mom!” Charlie quickly dressed in sweats as she kicked her discarded clothes under the bed. “Mike, I…” “Here you are…oh hello Michael.” “Hello Mrs. Abernathy. I was just helping Charlie with some physical therapy…wow, it’s late, I guess I’d better be going.” “Michael.” Charlene felt an unfamiliar distress as Michael stood in the doorway. “Call me later about that project OK? I still want to…” Michael nodded and left. “Charlene are you feeling OK? You look a little flush.” “I’m fine Mom – really.” “Have you eaten anything today? What would you like?” Charlene heard the front door close and a thousand questions rose up. What would I like? I want Michael…I want him. What if he didn’t want me? Maybe he had a condom and didn’t want to use it? Maybe my boobs are too small, or he doesn’t like the shape of my nipples. Maybe I tasted funny? Look at my sister Jenn she’s never lacked for boys swarming around her. What’s wrong with me? Did I just chased my best friend away? What if I’ve ruined our friendship – forever? “Charlene – sweetie…oh honey your crying.” Charlie wept quietly as her mother held her and rocked her. “Mom…when did you know…you know…that you were ready...?” Better Than Before: Charlie & Mike Ch. 03 She kissed her parents goodnight and went to bed. She couldn't help but recall the events of the days. She felt her arousal return. "God Michael if you'd only had a condom," she moaned quietly into the darkness of her room. Charlie let her fingers trails down across her breasts. She enjoyed the feeling of her nipples hardening, the memory of Michael sucking on her breasts caused her to feel a fire grow inside her. Her other hand pushed down past her stomach and slide easily beneath her waistband of her panties. Fingers followed the direction of her hair until they entered the soft, wet cleft of her still virgin cunt. "All guys carry condoms with them Michael!" She shifted her legs apart, threw the blankets off and bent her knees. Her nipples thrilled to her touch as she brushed her fingertips back and forth across them. It didn’t feel anywhere close to how good it had felt like when Michael touched her. Her fingers curled inward and her bedroom filled with the scent of her young arousal. A low moan signaled the first direct touch of her clitoris. The touching and the moaning grew more intense, more insistant. Her fingers felt so full inside her amd then she thought of Michael's cock. Compared to her fingers, it was huge. Charlie's tongue licked her lips. She chewed her bottom lip. Her forehead wrinkled in concentration as her orgasm approached. She bucked her hips into her hand and... "Ahhhhhhhhhh." Charlie turned her head and stared aghast at the face outside her window. Michael's eyes were tensed shut, his mouth open as a grimace of pain...pain? No she'd seen this expression before! She’s seen it this very day – that stupid asshole was coming! Charlie rolled off her bed and pulled open the window. Michael's hand was still wrapped around his cock. "What are you doing?" Charlie hissed. Although a blind man could have seen clearly just exactly what was going on, or had gone on, or was finished with. Michael looked at Charlie as his cum dripped down the side of the house. "I got them." Michael smiled weakly and held up a strip of condoms. Charlie sagged against the window, "It's not fair.I'm in love with an idiot. How long have you been watching?" Even as she asked it she knew it had obviously been long enough. "Oh, get in here you big pervert." "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean too...but you were....and you looked so...I just couldn't stop...and then. I'm really sorry Charlene." Charlie was about to throw Michael back to the night when she realized something. She still hadn't come yet. She stripped off her panties and laid back on the bed. "Kneel...and start licking. I'll tell you when you’re through." Michael knelt between her legs and began to kiss and lick Charlie’s cunt. "You can go now." Charlie rolled onto her bed and pulled her covers over her. She was still panting from the tremendous orgasm she’d just experienced. "What...but I brought the...I thought that we might..." "We'll talk tomorrow Mike. Go home now. I'm tired." Charlie pulled the covers to her neck. "But Charlie, I haven't...I mean...I...I..." Mike looked down at his throbbing erection. The past 20 minutes of enthusiastic pussy licking had left him hard pressed to say the least. Charlene looked at Mike's cock with longing. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, maybe more. She was just about to give in when... "That's OK Charlie. I understand. I can wait as long as you need. I'll be ready when you are. I do love you you know, I really do. I guess I'd better be going." Mike stuffed his cock back into his pants and slowly climbed through the window. "Mike." "Yeah Charlie." "I want it to be you, I really do." Mike nodded. "So do I." "Mike." "Yeah." Michael paused half in, half out. "Can you come back tomorrow night...after eleven?" "Really?" Michael was in the room again. "If you still have that problem," Charlie nodded at Mike's bulge. "I'll take care of it...if you want..." Mike bent over the bed and kissed Charlie passionately. "Yeah Charlie, I want." Charlie let her hand flow through Mike's hair and smiled. It was one of those satisfied smiles you get when you're really happy. Charlie was very satisfied and very happy. Charlie had her first real boyfriend and to think that it was her best friend. She was pretty sure that she'd never been happier. And to think that Michael had feelings for her...deep feelings, Charlie was as surprised as anyone. The following nights were incredible. Michael was able to come by just about every evening after eleven. They took turns pleasuring each other orally and manually. Charlie let her body release into waves of growing pleasure. It was just unbelievable, it was just...oh...oh…oh, God what was he doing with that finger of his...oh god…OH GOD…OHHHHH. Charlie screamed into her pillow – again. As she shivered in delight Mike scooted up and wrapped his arms around her. He pulled a blanket over them and held her tight as her orgasm continue to echo through her. They fell asleep in each other’s arms. Sometime later - five minutes, an hour and five minutes - Charlie woke and shook Mike awake. "It's almost two in the morning - -you should go." Mike nodded sleepily and clambered over Charlie. Somehow his legs and arms got entangled with her and it just happened. Somehow the head of his very erect cock was nestled between the very hot, wet and swollen lips of Charlie's cunt. He wasn't in her...well, he was a little. Mike felt Charlie's hip tilt toward him, or did she just take a deep breath? He looked down at her. Charlie felt it. One second Mike was clumsily doing who knows what and the next he was in her...kind of. Charlie's body wanted her to lock her heels around Mike's ass and pull her hips up and just do it. But what if Michael did it? What if he simply collapsed forward? That would drive him into her...he would be in her...he would be hers and she would be his. Charlie was surprised to find that she was ready for that...she even wanted that...just do it Mike, do it. Mike couldn't recall a time when he wanted to do one thing as much as he wanted to fuck Charlie at that precise moment. He could see it in her eyes, she wouldn't tell him to do it, she wouldn't tell him not to...it was his call, his choice. "I love you Charlene." Charlene bit her lower lip in anticipation of the pain to come, 'just be quick Mike, do it fast, like pulling off a band aid...' Michel eased slowly back and climbed over Charlie's legs and sat on the edge of the bed. Charlie's eyes widen in amazement and then teared over in love. She quickly sat up and covered Michaels face with tender, passionate kisses. Sliding off the bed, she knelt before him taking his cock in her mouth. In seconds she was rewarded for her efforts as Mike came in her mouth. Mike slowly dressed and then climbed through the window as he had for many a previous night. Charlie leaned out and kissed him again. "Charlie. I don't think I could do that again. I'm surprised I was able to do it, or not do it tonight. I wanted to make love to you so bad." "I know...I know. Can you come for dinner Friday? My parents are going to be out of town for the weekend. I want you to spend the night with me. I'm ready." Better Than Before "What?!" "It's a long story - I doubt that you'd be interested." "Everything Charlie. We want to hear everything." "Okay." And as Charlie looked each woman in the eye she felt a bonding and sisterhood that she had never before experience. “Well after the surgery I needed a lot of physical therapy if I wanted to be able to play the next season. Insurance would only cover so much so I needed someone to work with me on the other days. Naturally Michael was available, so…" Let me know if you’re interested in Michael and Charlie’s First Time - juanwildone