0 comments/ 12624 views/ 0 favorites Punky's Diary, 2/24/07 By: Selbryth Punky's Diary, 2/24/07 It was pretty chilly that morning. But then, because it was part of her, and the part I'd been thinking so much about (though not quite the same shape as I'd imagined), I got up, grabbed the dishtowel, threw it on the floor at her feet for padding and knelt right there. A moment later I had that whole limp little member between my pursed lips and I was enjoying the shit out of sucking it back and forth and licking it. I looked up at one point and saw that Charlie's tears had completely shut off and she was looking down at me with a look of complete awe and wonder on her face. Her mouth was hanging open and she looked so cute, I just closed my eyes and went back to sucking her clit. I mean, her cock. Well, on her it really was a clit. Then obviously, it got harder and a thicker. It really felt nice sliding between my lips I have to say. Like a small dildo or something. Yah, that's what it was like; sucking on a beautiful girl's medium-sized strap-on dildo. Except it was real and she was connected to it and pretty soon Charlie was moaning softly as she stood there in the silence of my kitchen. I finally stopped and sat back on my bare heels and looked up at her, then down at her thing again. Fully erect and thick, it was still only three inches long and about an inch thick. Tiny. —And gorgeous. I started to go back to it, but she reached her hands down and stopped me and I looked up. "You...you don't mind?" she whispered, still looking like she was seeing the Mona Lisa for the first time. I shook my head, and all at once she came down on her knees with me. I went to hug her, but though she hugged me back, she sat back again almost instantly, searching my eyes and my expression. "Are you sure?" she said. I nodded. "I mean...it's a...it's my.... It means that I'm a guy, you know?" "Liar!" I laughed, and when I hugged her this time she hugged me back. Hard! Punky's Diary, 2/24/07 "No," she whispers. "It's just that I've never gotten so many erections in a row, is all." "Well you gotta have at least one more," I'm telling her. "Because with me at least, there's a default of three locations where this thing has to actually enter. You've filled two, and that leaves just one." The lady is just staring at me. "Well, with me," I go on, "There's other places too, but they're mostly external—feet, between toes, in my hand, across what I have which loosely resembles tits; stuff like that...." She's still just staring, but her smile is growing and then I'm smiling, and I give her cock a squeeze and realize it's at full length and girth. I rub my thumb over the spongy head-thingie/helmet-tip and Charlie makes a sizzling noise and her eyes shut halfway. Then, still spacing out on the warm, delicate thing in my hand I realize I hadn't had my morning 'juice' and the whole idea gets me going! I finally snap out of the daze and look into Charlie's eyes when she snaps out of hers. "First I'd...like something," I tell her. "Something fresh and fresh-squeezed, something acidic maybe—like orange juice, or maybe lemon?" She grins this huge grin, stands (with her thing sticking almost in my face, which I had to have class enough to not just put my mouth on right then and there because it was so cute!), turns, and then walks back to the kitchen. I enjoy that walk. She walks more chick-like than I do, which...okay, that's not saying much, but you get the idea. She comes back with a glass and then stops a couple of steps away from me, holds the glass down in front of her and then, with her other hand, aims her cock downward at it. She takes a deep breath, holds it, and a moment later this beautiful, sparkling yellow 'juice' is filling the glass. She obviously has to shut it off and then she bounces her thing on the rim of the glass to get the last dangling drop off, and then comes over and kneels and hands me the glass. "Alkaline, actually," she says with a bashful smile and I take the glass (it's warm!) and drink the whole thing down. It's so incredible, so intimate and sexy to have part of her actually inside me that I shiver all down my insides. I feel my clit standing on end and my nipples sticking out full and the only thing I want to do is bend down and take that beautiful 'clit' of hers in my mouth again so I can receive the rest of what's in her bladder, but then I remember other things. "In my ass," I hear myself say. I thought I was just thinking it, but whatever; didn't matter anyhow. I look right straight into her eyes—up a little bit because like I mentioned, she's a bit taller than me even kneeling—and smile. "I want you in my ass. Right now. Wait." I get up and rush off to the bedroom, rummage around the packing box and individual empty packages that my dildos came in, and find one of the three tubes of KY gel they sent me for free. I run back out and Charlie's all cute and girlish kneeling there waiting. I uncap the tube so fast the cap flies off somewhere under the couch, but I put a big dab of the stuff on my finger and then start to rub it into my ass-hole. I'm shivering all over just from the feeling of that plus the idea that I'm going to have Charlie's body inside me again—though in a different way than before—and when I'm done I get into the classic hands-and-knees-please-screw-me-in-the-ass position and wait. —Breathlessly! I don't think I'd ever wanted something so bad in my life, and as I waited I kept thinking finally: a girl's clit is going to be in my rectum! and I had to correct myself, then I went 'well, she's a chick like you said!' and then I just said 'fuck-it' and refused to try and figure the shit out anymore. Then a spongy, slick bulge was pushing against my sphincter and a moment later my anus spread open like a flower and Charlie pushed into me. Deep. Punky's Diary, 2/24/07 "Like filthy-fucking rich, or just filthy-rich?" I say and she laughs. "I guess it would be filthy-fucking-goddam-rich." she sighs. "More money than I could even give away. I try though...." Okay, so I have to admit it takes me a moment to compute that shit. Figures though; somehow when I saw her manicure (and of course the pedicure) I figured she was wealthy. I wasn't expecting filthy-fucking-goddam-rich though." "So how come you're not like these filthy-rich-bitch babes traveling the world, wasting money on themselves?" I ask her. I know I have no class so I'm not even trying anymore to appear to. "All stuck up and fucked up and completely worthless as human beings." "Oh, you mean—" "—Yah her...." "Well," Charlie says, and now she gets up and sits back and then stretches out a little in the sun. My eyes fly all over her and I'm thinking of the rich-bitch in question and going 'sweetie, you have nothing over this woman because she's a fucking lady...and you ain't.' "Well?" I say. "Well," Charlie repeats. She's pointing her feet in the sunlight, spreading her toes and staring at them. "I...I guess I never got too full of myself or stuck-up because I was so different. I used to envy them, but obviously not for their money. Then their personalities really came out—in public—and I was thinking 'what a fucking waste,' to use one of your expletives. I mean, I was the black-sheep of the family obviously, right?" I'm staring at her foot too now but look back at her. She's smiling. "Uh...oh, right. Okay, I get it this time." I say and I'm feeling proud of myself that I remembered the whole penis/clit thing with her. 'Course it took me a split second because I'd been spacing out on gorgeous girl-toes. But then my mind caught up to the 'was' part of 'was the black-sheep.' "You're not the black-sheep anymore?" I ask and Charlie lifts that same leg and points her foot and toes and it's such a sexy sight I want to crawl right there and start the foot thing all over again. "Naw," she says, and now she puts that foot down and lifts the other. There's still beads of wetness covering her and they glisten. Then I remember what those beads are and where they came from and I want to lick them all off her—starting on that raised foot. Charlie clears her throat and I look over and notice her eyes a little misty and faroff looking. "They...my parents, both died two years ago. Plane crash, Andes." "I'm so sorry." "Don't have to be," she says. "They lived their lives, shit me out, ignored me because I was 'special' and then did whatever. No love loss." "Why the tears then?" "Oh, just because while they were alive there was always that little glimmer of hope that they'd one day accept that they had a daughter instead of a son. Of course I'm biomale so I carry the name and all that crap. They'd given me an allowance which I'd gotten used to so when they died everybody expected me to just jump in and claim everything and spend it all. My allowance is similar to some of the big oil executives. I don't need that much money, you know? I fired some of the corporate lawyers and hired others, and everything's all nice and evened out. I actually haven't been a part of the family for so long it's no big deal." "So...what the fuck are you doing in this crummy little dump with this no class semi-goth chick?" "Oh right now?" Charlie says and she turns to look at me and I look back at her. Hard to keep from staring at that foot of hers though. "Well, right now, I'm being completely uninhibited and shameless in tempting said no-class semi-goth chick with my bare foot. God, you know...?" "What?" "I...never thought I'd ever feel pretty...." "Well you are." I said, and I went back to gazing at Charlie's stretching foot because she went back to staring at it too. "Maybe," she said absently. "But I mean feel pretty. Like feeling it inside. I could look like a dog and feel gorgeous inside and it would be okay. But now's the first time that I feel that way inside. And it's...it's all because of you, actually." Now her foot loses my interest. I look up at her. "Yah," she says to me. "I have this (she reaches down, holds her soft-on and shakes it for me to see), and you see it the way I wish everyone could see it—not as a cock. I don't expect anyone to see it as a clit or anything—because it isn't—but, at least allow me the honor of seeing it the way I see it, you know? I mean it's mine so I'd like to be first to say and think what it is. Nobody else ever followed me though—until I met you. "I mean I didn't expect that when I first heard of you or saw you at the club or anything," she continued. "I mean I'd given up hope of ever finding anyone, so it was just for fun. But then all this happened and it's like a total dream come true for me. I still really can't believe it." I'm still looking into her eyes and they're happy/sad and shit. I get a lump in my throat for her. "And nobody else has been around these past days except you," she says, "So, best bet, it's gotta be you, Punky. You don't only make me feel like a woman, you 'allow' me to feel like a woman, like how I am. Everyone else, especially the domestics in the various estates around the world, they try too hard to accept me and not say anything but it only makes matters worse somehow. You on the other hand, even when you had my cock in your mouth you must've been thinking something else, right? It looked like you were mesmerized or something." "A clit," I told her. "I know it sounds fucking stupid, but...it's still a big clit to me. One that squirts though—that's a bonus." Charlie just cracked up laughing at that point and the cloud, the dark one, seemed to pass away. It was like the sun came up on top of the sun that was already filling the room. "God, you're so precious," she laughs, and then she gets serious. "And as far as this being a 'crummy little dump;' I love it. Nobody knows where I am. They lose track of me pretty often—not that they cared much in the past. Now it scares them when I disappear for a month or two. Besides, your 'little dump' is warm and clean and cozy and I'd buy it for you and move it to any place in the world if you wanted. Hopefully on one of our more secluded islands though...but only if you came with it of course!" She smiles at me and then her eyes drift back over me and I know she's staring at my butt. I don't mind. She's seen it and had it and if she wants more it's available. I lift my leg and my foot's waving back and forth behind me. Charlie's eyes are moving with it. Finally she blinks and looks back into my eyes. "You know what would be my fondest wish?" she asks me. I just shrug. "It would be to have that foot of yours always with me." And I'm thinking 'psycho! Guy in hockey mask with steel bars through the mouth-hole, being rolled on a hand-cart. "Both feet actually," Charlie adds. "And of course the rest of the lady connected to them...." I stare right at her and she's grinning ear to ear. "Nothing binding or anything; nothing even like we have right now. Just purely physical. This woman with the pretty legs and toes could have as many lovers as she wanted, male or female, but when I'd need pacifying and need to suck on something, she'd be there to place her pretty foot in my hands and let me do what I needed to...." I'm still just staring, trying to digest it all. "Or maybe a nipple or two," Charlie goes on, with a far off look in her eyes now and this dreamy little smile on her lips. "Maybe a velvet-soft shoulder or a creamy thigh or some perfect buns, or a warm glass of her special 'wine' every now and then...." Okay so I'm wet now. I feel it oozing out my snatch and encircling my clit, which is erect. I know I'm probably going to form a big puddle if I keep laying there and probably float away on it. But though I think I'm getting what Charlie's saying—like to just fly away with her to some magical land of the rich, but a nice one with no bitches laying around taking up air—I'm still having a hard time believing that it's really happening to me. Me the dork. Me the no class slut. Me who's trying to have some class but can never seem to get any. I'm looking at Charlie and she's glowing again and I'm thinking 'what is the Sun always aimed at her or something?' I mean shit, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on and when I think back on what she and I have done the past several days, it's like unreal. I mean at one point—earlier that same day in fact—she stood there and I knelt and I had her cock in my mouth and she peed directly in my mouth and I drank all of it—all of it! Then we had incredible foot-sex and leg sex and wound up munching each other till we came, but here she is, this glowing vision of femininity but one who I'd done the most extreme shit with! "You're like asking me out on a date?" I say to her. "Like a really wonderfully long date?" "Like the rest of our lives?" Charlie says. "Yah, I guess so. I mean you got your band and your job and friends and stuff, so I'm not a part of that obviously. I don't have any friends at all really, so I can't say that you can't have any—or even live your life. I...just wish, in my heart of hearts, that you'd...be with me, is all I suppose I'm actually asking. I mean, I'd love to show you things and take you with me and have you in my bed all the time, but I can perfectly understand it if you think it's too weird and strange and stuff like that. If I were you I probably wouldn't even believe that this chick Charlie was for real or even had any money at all." "I've been enjoying your pedicure all weekend," I told her. :Not something someone with no money would have. Feels nice between my lips I have to say." "God Punky," Charlie said, and she turned red for a moment. "You just know the right thing to say to make me go off, don't you." "Well it's true." "Okay," she said, and then cleared her throat. "Be that as it may, I might be some psycho chick-dude or whatever and why should you believe me?" Then I got a little irritated with her all of a sudden. "And what the fuck's money got to do with it?" I tell her. "When you took your panties off the other day, it wasn't to show me hundred dollar bills pasted to your crotch, right?" "Well...yah...." "When I was fingering your cute butt, I wasn't reaching around in there trying to dig out gold-whatever-fuck-they-call them?" "—Bullion...." "Whatever!" I said. "You could be just-getting-by as I am and I'd still want to suck your clit—" "—cock—" "—Whatever! You think I was sucking on it so liquid platinum would spurt out or something—or you'd pay me afterwards? Fuck Charlie!" "God I'm sorry, Punky," Charlie says. "I didn't mean it that way." "Well I'm sorry too," I tell her. "That 'paying me' part was out of line, but you have money or you don't—that doesn't have anything to do with me having a clit-boner right now. Like 'ooo, she's rich...that makes me wet!' or that kinda shit. So I believe you that you're incredibly wealthy and all that but it doesn't change how I feel about you." "...which is...how?" Now I was done for. Dimwit here talked herself right into a corner. So what else is new? "Which is," I begin, "That I love women and they love me, but they're...always leaving for whatever reason. I'm at the point where I don't care if a relationship is even longer than a one-night-stand because, well, that's as good as I'm handed you know? I don't expect much anymore so shit doesn't hurt when they're not there anymore. And here you are, coming to me and asking 'me' if I'd care to have a long-time relationship with you—you said 'like the rest of our lives? Yah I guess so'—and I'm going wow, you know? Nobody has ever wanted me around for that long. "As far as the band and being at work," I'm saying, "the job pays the rent and the band is for fun. I know I suck at it, but it's fun and people appreciate me. But you know what? Both are just to take up time and shit. So I don't think back on shit and get all fucked up again. So here you all 'a sudden are, offering me a bright new world. I say 'fine, great, dandy—I'd love to!' and I'd gladly leave my life here and go off with you forever. But you gotta get with the fact that I'm doing really okay like I am and I don't need to be supported or be sliding around with gold bullion up my ass or something. That's not part of the dream—my dream. That's part of the dream of someone who gives a shit. Me? There's only a couple of things I give a shit about, both have to do with being with a lady—someone like you, actually, since you're suddenly here in my life. "Thing is," I'm going on, "It's not about what you have, but who you are. I mean you know the rich-bitches we were laughing about? Especially the one named after that hotel in Paris? I mean who-the-fuck names their daughter after their hotel in Paris? Fucking dumbfuck parents. Anyhow, she came up to me and wanted to fuck, I'd put tape over her mouth, put a bag over her head, tie her down and make her cum till she begged me to stop. With...sign language I guess because her mouth's taped, but you know what I mean. Just screw her and eat her and fondle her till she passes out. Do that to her like five days straight and then bundle her up and ship her out to daddy's estate." "I know her," Charlie whispers. "If you treated her like that she'd fall in love with you and then you'd never be rid of her." "You're fucking kidding—you know her?" "Yah," Charlie says. "Same...crowd sorta." "And it wouldn't matter how much she has or who she thinks she is or anything. She's just not the type of person I think I'd ever want to be with for more than fucking. You on the other hand; same thing about the riches and crap, but all things being equal, you'd be the one I'd go for." "So...." "So...?" I say and I'm going 'Okay dorkette, moment of truth.' "So," Charlie says and now her whole body has a soft, delicate glow because the sun's moved off her. "Would you like to come away with me? As my companion and partner and lover and friend? You don't even have to move or anything. You could stay here actually; you don't even have to go off with me. That's what I suppose I'm actually saying; I just want to be with you and whatever and however you feel comfortable being with me, it's fine. I've got to leave tonight for the city with name of the person we were talking about just now, but...either come with me or let me at least fantasize that you'll let me come back whenever I want or need." "What about what I need?" "You just said you're an independent woman." "I didn't say I didn't have needs though." I said. "I was trying to say I don't have needs or wants 'like other people'." "Okay, you're right." Charlie whispered. "But I don't want to push you into a corner or anything. I just want to be with you—more than anyone in the world I've ever met—and any conditions will be your conditions and yours alone...." I still can't believe this is all happening, but I look at Charlie and know for sure she's not someone I want to lose. She now sits up and kneels like a geisha again, her 'maleness' tucked neatly away. "What time you have to leave?" I ask. "Six tonight," she answers. I look at the clock and it's just after three. I look back at her, I look into my thoughts and try to imagine me sitting there without her and then I look at her again. "Do I need to pack anything?" I ask, finally, and Charlie almost jumps straight up to her feet. She settles down and you can tell she's calming herself and I'm going 'oh shit, I've just committed!' and then she takes a breath. "My pilot's pretty open-minded," she says and her voice is still unsteady, "But you probably shouldn't go as you are." "What he doesn't like naked dorkettes?" I laugh, and then Charlie rushes over to me on her knees and we hug and we kiss. When that little flurry's over I'm all heated up and my pussy's oozing even worse now. "Oh he likes women," she says, sitting back on her heels. "But maybe I don't want you outshining me too badly. He might crash the plane or something." Okay, that wasn't quite the happiest image I could've thought of, but there was a better one right in front of me. "Okay," I tell her, "I'll put at least some clothes on so I at least look like I have a little bit of class, but until then...." I can't wait any longer. We're both on our knees facing each other and I reach down between my legs, dab my fingers gently on my pussy and bring them out dripping with melt. I show Charlie and then she does the same thing except she reaches behind her to touch the tip of her backward pointing dick and shows me the clear slime on her fingers. So since we know we're both hornier than shit, we simply turn and lay and scoot and cuddle face-to-crotch and start in on each other again. A few hours later I was starting to get worried that we'd miss our flight, but then I realize—duh—it's a private plane. Still, Charlie and me sit up in the darkness and we're both smacking our lips and swallowing the remnants of what we'd each just given the other, and I'm smiling at her and she's grinning, and then she gets up and reaches her hand down to me. I don't know if it was symbolic or what, but I waved her hand away and got up by myself, and we hugged there in the middle of my living room and then went to get dressed. Forty-five minutes later I was strapped into a seat in the lounge area of Charlie's private jet and as we taxied for take off. I looked at her and she was smiling. "Thanks," she said. "For what?" "For wanting to be with me," she whispered. "I'm a freak, after all." "A freak and a dork," I say. "Perfect combination. By the way, can we do the Mile High Club stuff back here?" "You mean...?" "Yah. It's just us and the two pilots. Can we just, you know....?" "Uh-huh," Charlie says and there's this sparkle in her eyes that reminds me of the goo she'd shown me back at my apartment. I sit back and can hardly wait.