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Charlie

By: Curioser



I might tend to be colorful in my recounting, but this is a true story - and a damn good song. 

Earlier this summer I got a letter from my Uncle saying my cousin Frank was in trouble. We'd been like brothers once so Uncle John thought I might be of some help. After he told me Frank was recently arrested for drugs, I knew I'd have to pay him a visit. I live in Santa Fe, New Mexico, Frank lives in northern California. 

I wrapped up some business in town and hit the road. Early the second day, about eighty miles outside Las Vegas, my Jeep threw a rod. The mechanic in a little town called Beatty told me it would take "three or five" days to fix it. Faced with a spell in Beatty, which featured two stoplights and a bar called "Last Chance", I decided to hitch it to the nearest bus or train station, head north, then rope Frank into coming back with me to tow my Jeep out of there. We'd fix it together and that would give me some time with my cousin. I paid the garage to store my vehicle in their back lot, took my pack and my guitar. 

The sun was up high and the roadside was hot and dusty, so when I saw the convertible flying by, I stood up, held my thumb in the air and smiled my biggest smile. I must have been a sight, a dusty cowboy sweating in the heat, my shirt unbuttoned to the raggedy undershirt beneath. I figured some truck driver might give me a lift, so I was more than pleasantly surprised when these two ladies pulled over. They had a pearl grey 1966 Lincoln convertible. I grabbed my gear, trotted up to where they'd pulled over, and gave them a tip of my hat and a howdy. They looked me over for a minute, then the driver lowered her sunglasses and leveled a nice pair of baby blues at me. "Hop in, cowboy," she said.

In the introductions that followed I learned I was riding with Jill and Victoria, driver and passenger, respectively. Jill looked to be about 25, sandy-haired, wearing a simple white shirt and denims. She was probably driving some guy wild I thought as I let my eyes drift down to take in her generous breasts. Victoria was a little older, and I liked what her tits were doing to the state of Texas imprinted on her t-shirt. The appraisals were mutual, because the ladies took turns turning around to look me over. Victoria propped her sunglasses in her blonde curls and a pair of startling emerald green eyes met mine. She seemed to use her eyes the way other people might use their hands, I mean it almost tickled the way she sized me up.

I explained my predicament and thanked them kindly for the ride. Jill informed me they were headed near my destination. She was going to a job interview, and Victoria was "just along for the ride". I didn't pry, but there seemed to be a lot unsaid about the nature of their travels. Jill talked a lot, confident, brash, flirtatious, while Victoria just looked a lot. 

Before long, Jill reaches down between her legs and pulls out a bottle of Canadian Club. I took a swig, passed it to Victoria and watched her tilt it back for a deep long drink. She seemed nervous, edgy. I asked her if she liked to sing. The smile I got in return would have lit a moonless night. I unpacked my guitar and we sang "T for Texas" into the wind. That loosened her up some. Then I did my hound dog rendition of a Stevie Ray Vaughn piece called "Good Texan". Both of the ladies howled on that one. We passed the bottle around and by the time we cruised through Tonopah, life was feeling pretty good. 

A bit later, I stashed my guitar, and leaned back. The ladies were talking up front between themselves, low and confidential. Presently Jill pipes up, eyeing me in the rear view mirror. 

"Charlie," she says, "my friend wants to ask you a question. Are you married?" 

I laughed. "No, ma'am, why you asking and not her?"

Victoria got embarrassed, I could tell, when I said that. Jill just shrugs her shoulder and says, "'Cause she's shy. And right now she's hornier than the state of Texas on a Saturday night." Well, Victoria whaps her friend's arm and screams. I'm laughing in the backseat. Victoria's staring straight ahead, looking very self conscious.

I leaned all the way forward, put my chin on her soft shoulder and whispered, "What do you say, Victoria?" Well, she downs a long swig of the Club, takes off her sunglasses, turns around, throws my hat on the floorboards, and locks her lips on mine, shoving her tongue half way down my throat. I reached around in an awkward hug from the back seat, and I felt her trembling all over. Without unlocking lips she pulled her feet beneath her and pushed herself into the back seat, right on top of me. 

She was on fire, thrashing and writhing over every part of me. She wrapped her legs around my jeans, a low, insistent moan coming from deep inside her. Finally she broke the grip and sat up, straddling me. Her eyes burned, Texas undulated with each panting breath. She ran her long fingernails over my chest, then ripped my t-shirt completely off. I responded in kind by splitting the state of Texas right up the middle to reveal her snowy white mounds capped with hard red peaks. Our shirts went out the back of the car. Jill whooped and hit the accelerator. Her blond hair whipping in her face, Victoria reached down and started unbuttoning my jeans. 

I cupped her breasts in my hands and pinched her straining nipples lightly. She took my hands in hers, pinched my fingers together even harder on her nipples, then she threw her head back and groaned, her whole body shivering. In a frenzy, she tugged off my jeans, then stood up to pull her shorts off, real slow. The vision of her standing there, hair flying, hot wind against white flesh, wiggling out of her shorts, will be one I'll die with. My heart beats faster to tell it. One foot on either side of me, she lowered herself down until the head of my aching cock pushed against her wet, clinging pussy lips. She paused there, savoring the sweet tension of the moment, her hungry green eyes searching mine. Then, she came down all at once, burying me inside her in one fluid movement. 

I involuntarily jerked my hips up and she rode me like a champion rodeo rider, heels dug into my thighs. She clutched her hands on my chest and began rocking her hips, riding my shaft all the way up, then pounding down to grind her clit against my pelvis. I was thrusting up to meet her, and when we collided, her pussy would slurp. Each stroke was an exquisite explosion of sensations. She'd slam down on me, hear her own pussy slurping, grab a handful of my chest and shudder. For a moment there was nothing else in the world but the warm wind and our two bodies. 

She suddenly started to shiver violently, and stopped, with me as far inside her as I could go. A look of intense joy and surprise swept over her face, then she looked down at me as though I'd just given her a million dollars. She squeezed her legs together on my thighs, mashed her lips against mine, and, after one last desperate lunge, her whole body went into spasms, shuddering up and down its length, like guitar strings vibrating in a sustained open E. Gradually the tremors subsided to small convulsive aftershocks that shimmered through her like waves on water. I kissed her and came. I felt like I was giving this woman everything I had, from the furthest reaches of my cowboy heart I poured myself into her. She shuddered sweetly and began to cry. 

I carefully rolled her over and rocked ever so gently inside her. I didn't want her to cry. In a few moments her hips began twitching again, and I started moving slow and easy. She cried anyway, but I couldn't tell if it was joy or sorrow, maybe both, maybe more. When she came again, so tenderly, she wrapped me up tight in her arms and legs. She fell asleep like that. Some time later, I carefully extricated myself. She moaned a little when I did, but didn't wake up. I covered her with a blanket I found on the floor, and crawled up into the front seat. That first sip of whiskey tasted really good. 

"She's been needing that for a long time," Jill said. I pulled on my jeans and put on my hat. The sun was getting low. The warm wind brushing over my sweaty torso had me glowing. "She's been stuck with a jerk of a husband for the past five years," she continued, "and this is the first time she's been away from him. How do you feel, Cowboy? Because I think you're going to have to take care of me too." I looked at her squirming in her blue jeans and told her I felt pretty good. 

Jill was very matter of fact about it. She found a spot away from the highway in the flat open country. Victoria slept as Jill parked the car between two large boulders. Then Jill slugged some whiskey and climbed out over the windshield onto the hood of the Lincoln. Totally unselfconscious, as naturally as if she were going swimming, she stripped. She put her boots back on, though, then stood there with her hands on her hips. looking at me. "C'mon, Charlie, fuck me. You two 'bout drove me crazy back there on the highway." She leaned forward, caught herself on the top of the windshield and stuck her face up to mine. "I shouldn't be doing this," she smiled devilishly as she spoke, "so you better jump me before I start thinking about it." I stood on the seat and tasted her red lips. "I was just trying to get to Tonopah," I muttered.

Jill took her sex seriously. She lay back on the hood, propped back against the slant of the windshield, with her legs spread and two fingers in the triangle of her bush. "Get down there, cowboy, do tricks for me like a cowboy should." She held her pink lips open with one hand and grabbed a handful of my hair with the other. I ran my tongue all around the inside of her cunt, tasting her salty juice. "Yes," she murmured, "Yes, suck up my clit, Cowboy, feel it on your tongue." She pulled my hair to direct my head. I caught her alert little sentry in my lips then washed it up and down with my tongue. 

"Mmmm," she groaned, low and gutteral, "You're gonna fuck me silly. I wanna feel that gun shootin' inside me. C'mere." She pulled my head up and mashed my lips on one of her breasts. "Bite it, Charlie, make me scream." I teased her taut nipple with my teeth for a second, then bit down. "Yes!" she screamed. I fumbled open the buttons of my fly, she used her feet to push my jeans down. 

I kicked them off. Her free hand grasped my cock and pulled it down to her cunt. Through gritted teeth, she panted "Now fuck me, ride me hard, Cowpoke." She yanked my head up and sucked my lips to hers. I balanced myself with one hand on the windshield, and used my other hand to lift her ass up to me. I slowly eased my cock into the suction of her pulsing cunt. "Now," she moaned, "all the way," and I plunged in the full length of my rippled cock. "Yes! Just like that!" she yelled, "Now, Cowboy, fuck me hard!" And away we went. Jill gripped my ass with both hands as our hips slapped together. A sheen of sweat soon covered our bodies, droplets flying each time we smacked together. I was slamming her so hard, her breasts would quiver like Jello with the impact. 

She stared wide-eyed at my cock pounding in and out of her swollen pussy and let out a breathy moan. We were so sweaty, I could slide her up the glass with the upstroke and she'd slide back down on the downstroke. She reached up and licked the sweat off my nipples. She kept urging me, coaxing me on, "C'mon, baby, that's it, yes, yes, a little more, yes, oh, you fuck me so nice." I had both hands on the top of the windshield, my feet clawing on the hood for a foot hold, and was pumping fast and hard. 

"C'mon, Cowboy, I want you to come with me. Yes, it's coming, now, you're making me wild, I can feel my toes starting to curl, I'm going off, I'm, I'm, yes, I'm gonna come pussy juice all over your long, hard cock!" Then she was humping and thrashing like a wild horse below me and I felt a warm gush of liquid splash out of her cunt and trickle over my balls. I came and it felt like the top of my head blew away in a shower of fireworks. Jill screamed and dug her fingernails into my ass. 

We collapsed in a messy heap on the hood. When I opened my eyes again I saw the sun was just setting. A sleepy voice behind us said, "Is anybody hungry?" There was Victoria, blond hair tousled, blanket slung over one creamy shoulder, peeking over the back seat.

We had dinner at a nearby restaurant and I think Victoria laughed the whole time. I ended up singing in the backseat of a 1966 pearl-gray Lincoln Continental all the way to Auburn. I never saw either woman again. Frank's alright now. If you ladies are out there, I've got a song for you. I'm singing it most nights at a bar in Taos.

Charlie



Charlie was struggling to get free from a swarm of opponents when he heard the referee's whistle and the siren indicating the game was over. His team had been defending hard for the last few minutes protecting a three point lead in their first Northern district Rugby League final. 

Now as reality set in they knew that they had achieved what was deemed impossible by the critics. Against all odds their small country town had broken the games longest running drought by defeating the highly fancied city side.

Charlie had just scrambled to his feet when he was swamped by his team mates who hoisted him high on their shoulders. They were intent on acknowledging his solo intercept try that had made the difference between winning and loosing. Charlie was embarrassed by their actions he didn't want credit or to be treated differently, he was just happy to be part of the winning team. 

For a while he struggled to get down then gave in hoping they would soon leave him alone. But it was not to be. Coach Davies called for quiet. "Listen lad," he said to Charlie as his team mates gathered around. "Stop carrying on like a bloody idiot, we all know that it was only through your personal brilliance that we even reached the finals and today you did it again. Without your uncanny way of reading the game we would have been done like a dinner so stop winging and lets us say thanks in what ever way we can." He turned as a TV van pulled up beside them. "Put him down boys he knows how we feel and so does every one who was here today." 

His team mates whistled and cheered as a big breasted TV reporter accosted him. "Hi, I'm Michelle I'm a feature reporter with channel 7. They tell me you're the one I should talk to." She looked him up and down and smiled, "you're the new local hero." Looking to see if her camera man was ready, she shoved her microphone in front of his face. "How does it feel to be the man who won the match for a small town team that has never won a premiership before?" 

"Aw hell," he mumbled "it wasn't me it was the team and our coach no man wins on his own." When she started to ask another question he shook his head, "Please no more. I just want to have a beer with my mates and celebrate." Michelle sighed and indicated she wouldn't give in. "I don't think you realize just how big a story your teams victory will be when it hits the big city media." 

"It was a true David and Goliath contest. No one expected you to win. You were true underdogs when you arrived here this afternoon, now you are part of a fairy tale come true." When he went to walk away she took him by the arm hauling him around until her large soft breasts were pushing against his arm. 

"Please give me a break this is a lovely human interest story at a time when news is short. People love stories about country boys beating the smarties from the big smoke. I can get my face and yours on TV all over the nation when I send your story to the big TV stations down south. It might lead to something big for both of us." 

When Charlie's body language indicated his opposition to such an idea she didn't give him time to respond. She turned to his team mates, "where are you holding your celebrations? I would like to join you." 

Before Charlie could reply his best mate Nat chimed in, "we are going on a pub crawl after a club dinner at the casino." He slipped his arm around her waist and took her aside making sure his mates saw he was looking down the front of her blouse at her gorgeous tits. "Charlie is a loner he doesn't like talking but you can talk to me and my mates any time. We would love to have a sexy lady like you join us." He looked around at his team mates and winked, "We'll all look after you." 

There were very few women from their town at the victory celebration dinner; those that were were quickly surrounded by horny players or officials. Nat and the coach cornered Michelle agreeing to long stand up interviews before trying to ply her with grog. Charlie smiled when he saw that their efforts were wasted. She downed their drinks and moved on talking to anyone who had anything to say, her camera man always handy.

After circling the room she sidled up to sit beside Charlie. "Nat tells me you are an orphan. He says that you lost your mother and father in a horrific motor accident when you were young. He says you live with your aunt and she is a bitch that treats you like shit." Her eyes were big and soft as she waited for Charlie to respond.

"Nat talks too much," Charlie said quietly. They sat together for a few minutes neither speaking then Michelle leant over and kissed him on the cheek. "I know how you feel but there is little you or I can do. You are news and will be news for the next few days. The fact that you are an orphan living on your aunt's remote farm makes you even more news worthy." 

She smiled at his unhappy face, "Sorry Charlie but that's the way it is. You are what those in the business call a current item of interest. I want to interview you because it will help me improve my reputation in this cut throat business. I promise I will not do or say anything to hurt you." 

She licked her lips, "in fact I'm sure I can make you happy." She stood with her hands on her hips in a way that displayed the magnificent breasts that towered over her smaller waist larger hips and long brown legs. "I'll do anything you want." 

What's the use of fighting Charlie thought as he studied her luscious big body? "Ok," he growled, "I'll do it but none of that hero stuff." As soon as he agreed her team flew into action. They quickly set Michelle and Charlie up in one of the casinos hotel private suites so they could have some privacy and reduce the noise during the interview. Studying Charlie's shiny brown face and listening to his quiet voice they brought in a sound guy and a local make up artist for the protesting Charlie. 

Cindy the tall thin make up girl warmed to Charlie. She liked younger men and eighteen year old Charlie with his broad shoulders and bronze tan from working in the sun was the type of shy young lad she enjoyed seducing. "Be careful what you say," she whispered as she applied make up. "Michelle is ok, but TV lives on controversy and new faces, and you have the type of face and physique that will look good on TV." 

She turned his head towards the mirror. With her head down beside his she looked at him in the mirror. Then licking her lips theatrically, she grinned, "You look good enough to eat." When Charlie didn't respond she took her time as she brushed him down, her hands lingering over his tight round butt. When he thanked her she whispered, "I'd like to see more of you. Slip back after the show and I'll remove your make up and anything else that tickles your fancy." 

Michelle handled the interview perfectly drawing out the story of Charlie's life on his aunt's farm. She was an expert interviewer relaxing Charlie until he forgot the cameras and started to talk. Her questions helped him to tell the story of small town life especially the daily grind of farm work milking the cows before school and working picking mangoes or tomatoes after school. 

Michelle sat and talked with Charlie as the crew packed up and left telling Michelle they would have to leave straight after they transmitted the tapes back to the TV station. "Do you mind if I smoke?" she asked as she offered him a cigarette. Charlie watched her blow a stream of smoke over her lips as he waved the offered cigarettes away. For the first time he felt a sexual stirring as he watched her suck on her smoke. 

"I don't smoke I never have and don't think I ever will. But I sure like to watch a woman smoke." He growled. Michelle had removed her jacket and sat down opposite him crossing her legs as she relaxed after the interview. Her skirt with its split side now showed much more of her thigh. 

Charlie had seen a movie where a married woman seduced a young college boy and remembered a scene where the woman sat smoking just like Michelle was sitting and smoking now. He felt his cock growing in his pants as he studied Michelle more closely. She looked over and noticed his scrutiny, "what's up?" she asked. 

"Nothing," he stammered. "We don't have a TV out on my aunt's property so I have never seen you before today. You know all about me and I don't know anything about you. Can I ask you some personal questions?"

"What would you like to know," she sighed as she blew a stream of smoke into his face. "How old are you, are you married, do you have a boyfriend, where do you live. You know the sort of questions my aunt will ask when I tell her about you."

"Well I'm thirty, divorced with no regular boyfriend and live in a condo on the beach. I came up here from down south after my divorce and worked for the local radio station. I have just been given my own regular slot on the local TV scene and will do anything to get a TV job down in the big smoke." 

She stubbed out her cigarette, "that's why I wanted to interview you. It is the type of country boy story that will get an airing down south." She stood up and moved over to Charlie. Pulling him to his feet she kissed him, "thanks kid" she whispered, "You have been great." When he licked his lips she kissed him again her hands pulling his body close. 

This time Charlie held her tight pushing his throbbing cock hard against her body. He took his time and kissed her back forcing his tongue into her mouth. "I might be eighteen but I don't like being called a kid," he grunted as he ran his hand over her rear and ground his cock against her body. 

Michelle was surprised and delighted at Charlie's response. Since starting to work on the local TV circuit she had had to fight off the advances of the old fogies who were major advertisers or the industry people who made decisions that could and would affect her future. She had speculated that there wasn't a good fuck amongst the lot of them. 

Charlie's young hard body and his enthusiastic amateurish kisses sent a tingle through her body. "Sorry honey," she whispered when he broke their kiss. "I didn't mean to insult you." she rubbed her hands down over his long hard cock, "but I'm glad I did." 

Charlie was a virgin he had kissed a few girls but never had the time or the money to date a girl regularly. He was good looking having been fortunate enough to inherit his father's handsome features. He was fit from farm work and football, his face and body glowing with good health. 

His aunt was an old maid. She had taken him in when both his parents were killed. she was a strict church goer with a sadistic streak. She knew Charlie did not like being called a kid but she persisted knowing that she was his only surviving relative and he had to stay with her or face life in an orphanage.

Charlie would have never kissed Michelle like he was kissing her now nor would he have let his hands run so roughly over her body but this woman calling him a kid was like a red rag to a bull. Her reaction to his passionate kisses surprised him. Now her hand on his pants was rubbing and massaging his cock creating better feelings than those he experienced while masturbating.

Michelle whistled as she opened his fly. A smile lit up her face, "my god," she laughed, "that may prove to be a real mouthful." She dropped down on her knees and ran her tongue up the shaft of his already throbbing cock. "It's a beauty, it will be a pleasure to really thank you for agreeing to an interview." she whispered as she looked up at Charlie. 

Before he could respond she ran her hands down over his balls and ever so lightly kissed his cocks head, "it's lovely, I love a big thick cock," Charlie was stunned. He just stood and watched as her red lips closed over the head of his cock and he felt her tongue working.

Her eyes never left his face she was waiting and watching for his reaction. "Is this what you want?" she asked as she pulled her head away so she could show him his cock's very wet head. Charlie had heard his mates talk of blowjobs but no woman or girl had ever touched his cock let alone kissed it. "Oh hell yes, that's fantastic," he groaned.

He stopped talking and moaned out loud when she poked out her tongue and again licked from his balls up the shaft to run her tongue around his cockhead. She kept her eyes on Charlie face reading his reactions before extravagantly sucking the head in between her red lips. 

Hearing his groans she withdrew it and swirled her tongue around teasingly trying to penetrate his hole. "Oh my god that's good," Charlie moaned as he felt his cock growing harder and his legs weaker. To steady himself he held her head and ran his fingers though her hair. Looking down he saw she was still watching him and whispered, "You'll make me come if you're not careful." "That's the whole idea big boy," she said with a grin. 

Michelle dribbled some more saliva over the head of his cock and looked up at him. "You have a beautiful cock you will make many women happy if you use it right." Charlie didn't know what to say so he just stood and watched as she bobbed her head up and down swallowing only the tip of the head of his cock at first then using her lips gradually taking more and more of his now over excited cock deep into her mouth.

He groaned when he felt her fingers wrap around the bottom of his shaft then commence jerking up and down in time with her bobbing head. What will she do next he thought when her other hand moved to hold the cheeks of his arse and commenced squeezing and stroking them lightly. 

It wasn't long before Michelle felt Charlie start to struggle. His hips started to move, his breathing grew loud, he started to whine, "I'm coming," at the same time trying to pull back out of her mouth. 

Charlie was worried about coming in her mouth. He didn't think that she would want to swallow his come until her fingernails dug into to his rear and one finger played around his anus. She doesn't seem to be worrying he thought as he felt his cock start to pulse. Anticipating the surge of his come he stood on his toes and bucked his cock forward willfully letting his juices explode and burst into her mouth.

Even though he had read her signals as wanting his come he was still worried at what he was doing. Then he looked down to see Michelle's eyes wide open staring at him as his raging cock distorted the shape of her mouth and cheeks. 

His fears disappeared when she winked and pulled his body hard ramming his cock deeper into her throat. She was gasping for breath when he saw a trickle of come leak out of the side of her mouth. "Oh shit," he moaned, "that's fantastic, oh shit I'm done, I've bloody had it," as his knees grew weak and his body shuddered and shook. 

To his amazement Michelle didn't stop sucking. She swallowed the last drops of his come, still using her fingers and mouth to urge him on. Even when his cock was wilting and soft she spent some time licking the head clean, her eyes smiling as she stroked it lovingly. "You're bloody marvelous," he groaned. "I'll never forget you." 

"Was that your first?" she whispered. Charlie looked down on this thirty year old TV presenter on her knees with his come leaking from her lips. "Yes, oh my god yes, I have never had anything like that before." 

Michelle had just gasped, "I'm glad," when they were startled by a loud knock on the door and a call from the cameraman. "Cindy has to remove Charlie's make up. I'll send her up, and then we are ready to leave when you are." 

Michelle called she would be out in a minute. She stood up quickly changing from a lover to a business woman. She tucked his deflated cock back in his pants and kissed him "can you taste yourself?" she asked with a smile as she headed for the door.

At the door she slipped him a card. "Give me a ring if you come up here again. I would like to finish off what we started," then she pulled the door closed and left. Charlie stood in the empty room staring at the door. No one would believe that minutes ago he was given his first blow job from a woman whose face people saw on TV every night. 

The camera man frustrated Cindy's plans to seduce young Charlie by hovering around while she removed Charlie's make up. Nevertheless she took the opportunity to slip him her phone number and undo a couple of buttons so he could look down her shirt at her small hard breasts. "Give me a ring," she whispered. "I'll guarantee you won't be disappointed." Charlie smiled to himself as went down to join Nat and the gang. His first blow job and two phone numbers with tons of promise from both was not a bad evening's work.

Nat was in charge as they left to visit a few pubs where local supporters had arranged drinks. "Don't get too drunk," he called as they hit the street. "There is a legal brothel down the road we'll hit it later and celebrate by getting laid." 

It was nearly mid night when they arrived at the brothel. Some of the boys had picked up girls and disappeared but most of the team had stayed the distance eventually lending each other enough money to pay for a woman.

Charlie had paced himself restricting his liquor intake and it was lucky that he had. For as soon as they were in the door Harry who was an angry drunk started throwing his arms around swearing and cursing. "I'm not paying money to fuck an ugly faced old yellow bitch like her." 

The place was in an uproar until Charlie took him aside and settled him down. He called over a pretty young blonde prostitute, "take him away," he whispered, "If he gives any trouble call me." When the noise subsided and his mates started selecting partners Charlie went over to the desk to apologise to the woman with the battered face. "Hi, my names Charlie, I am sorry for my friend's insults; don't take any notice of him he's drunk."

He studied her closely as she shook his hand. "I'm called Hanako, there is no need to apologise many men need to get drunk before they have enough courage to visit us. Her face twisted in what he presumed was a smile as she whispered softly," thank you for helping." She spoke with a slight accent he decided she was Asian probably Japanese. 

Her face was so badly disfigured that it was hard to look into her eyes so he let his eyes run over her body. To his surprise she was very tall maybe over six feet. He had always thought that most Asian women were small, but she was at least his height, her slim body hidden in a long outfit with large loose folds and long silk trousers. 

Charlie stood beside Hanako watching his mates pair off and head to various rooms. Most of the women in the brothel were very good looking. They wore tiny dresses and tops that drew attention to their best features highlighting the best parts of their shapely bodies. 

He didn't really want sex with a prostitute and quickly realized that he should have dropped out earlier in the evening before they reached the brothel. It was not meanness or an inability to pay he had always dreamed that his first time would be with a woman who wanted him, not some one paid to accept his advances. 

When his team mates had talked of going to a brothel he had agreed because he didn't think he would have found a woman outside of a brothel who would want him. After his session with Michelle and Cindy's promises he now knew an opportunity would soon arise. 

The more he studied the available women the more he realized he was in trouble. If I go to a room with one of these very sexy women and she takes her clothes off there is no way that I won't end up fucking her, he thought as he tried to hide the fact that he had not made a choice. But his mates were drunk and becoming demanding. "Where's your bird Charlie?" Nat called from across the room. "Yeah where's your bird?" Jimmy joined in.

Charlie turned to the tall woman with the battered face. "I don't want sex," he whispered. "Help me please." Hanako knew from experience that many young men arrived on their doorstep straight from their buck's night. Most of them were at a brothel because of pressure from their mates. Many couldn't get it up when faced with a willing working girl. She looked at Charlie deciding he was a well mannered young man who probably wanted to save himself for his bride. 




Charlie



May of this year marked a turning point in my life. I turned 18, I graduated from high school, I was accepted to our State college and I happily lost my virginity in the most incredible way.

My folks had promised to help with the cost of college so I wouldn’t have to get a student loan but I did have to get a job and live at my Aunt Charlie’s house which was in the same college town. It all sounded good to me because I didn’t mind working and I had had the hots for Charlie since I discovered women when I was about 12 years old. An aunt by marriage, Charlie was 59 years old now... old enough to be my grandmother but she had always taken pride in her appearance and had taken really good care of herself physically. Her age was beginning to show a little in her face but I still thought she was very attractive... crows feet and all. Her body on the other hand was incredible for a woman her age. She was a gym rat and stayed in great shape. Living with her would surely give me frequent opportunities to see her in a skimpy night gown or some other immodest situation. Little did I know as I drove the 70 miles to her house just how good these peeks and opportunities would be.

Charlie’s husband Tommy, my grandmother’s youngest brother, had died about 5 years ago leaving her a very wealthy widow. Although she had a very nice house and pool, she seemed pretty frugal with her spending except for the money she spent in her back garden and around the pool. 

She was definitely a looker and as I got older I was surprised that she never seemed to have a man in her life even with her great looks and money. Beyond her beauty she was a really cool lady and we had always gotten along famously on the frequent family visits to her house.

As I pulled into her circular driveway behind her black Lexus I had no idea what lay in store for me the next four years and especially the next 36 hours.

I parked and took three bags out of my beater and knocked on her front door. About thirty seconds passed and I knocked again when the door abruptly opened. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Charlie looked better than I remembered. Her hair didn’t have a speck of gray (wink) and was stylishly cut. Her makeup was applied perfectly which meant you couldn’t tell she was wearing makeup at all. She was bare footed and wore a very, very short tennis skirt which showed off her great legs. She had on a deeply scooped yellow ribbed cotton top which showed her ample tanned cleavage... hmmmm... no tan lines. The best part, however, was that her top was loose fitting and allowed her ample breasts to move freely. I would have bet 10-1 she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were large - probably a C cup or a small D -  and looked firm but not saggy... they were just heavy and perfectly shaped. From the loose fit of the thin top and the movement of her soft globes there wasn’t much doubt she was naked under the thin material.

“Oh, Billy, it’s so good to see you again! (hugging me while pressing those big soft beauties into my chest) We’re going to have so much fun these next four years! Here let me help you with this bag and I’ll show you to your room.”

As she bent over to pick up my bag, my guess was happily confirmed. She was not wearing a bra and her magnificent melons hung down allowing her loose top to ballon out so I could see both of her braless tits. Her nipples were pink and had to be 2 inches in diameter. I had never seen breasts as beautiful as Charlie’s... not even in a magazine.

She walked in front of me down the hall and I admired her broad, womanly hips and her gorgeous smooth legs. Her bottom moved freely under her skirt. I had masturbated a thousand times since I was 12 thinking about Charlie so these first few minutes of getting a peek at her naked tits and watching the motion of her beautiful mature ass was an incredible treat for this horny “college man.”

What happened next was beyond anything I could dream up.

Charlie asked if I wanted a beer while we talked and got caught up. Naturally, I said yes. I went into her large den which looked out over her incredible backyard and very private pool. I plopped down on her beautiful white leather sofa... the entire room was done in white and looked very elegant. Charlie went for the beers.

Within minutes Charlie re-appeared with my beer and handed it to me. She then sat down Indian style facing me at the other end of the sofa about three feet from me. As she looked up and took the first swig of her beer I glanced down between her legs and what I saw almost took my breath away. Charlie wasn’t wearing any panties... with the short tennis skirt and her legs crossed underneath her, her pussy was completely visible  and open. When I say open, I mean open. Because it was completely shaved, I could plainly see every delicate crevice and fold of her treasure... her fat outer lips, her crinkled pink butterfly lips, her little hooded clitoris and the inviting opening to her probably neglected vagina.

I was startled and made myself look back up immediately. I began talking to her rapid fire hoping she hadn’t caught me looking between her creamy smooth thighs at her delectable pussy. Man, she was a beautiful and sexy woman even in her late fifties. How I’d love to fuck her with my eager young cock and fill her to over flowing with my hot, sticky cum!

“How have you been, Charlie? Have you got a boy friend yet?”

She answered in the negative and said, “None of the men my age interest me... all they want is a one night stand or my money. ...and I guess the stigma of an older woman with a younger man has kept me from dating someone much younger although I would be open to that. I just got in a non-productive dating rut.”

“Good grief, Charlie, that’s a long time... what’s it been?... 5 years since you lost Tommy?”

“Yes, 5 years next month and I have to admit I miss having a man around... being kissed and held... you know all that romantic girl stuff. I also miss the physical intimacy of living with a man.”

“Well, it’s certainly not because you’re unattractive. I think you’re an incredible fox and I know you’re in your mid 40s (wink).”

“Why, thank you, Billy... that’s very nice of you to say that... I do try very hard to look my best.”

“Believe me, Charlie, keep doing whatever you’re doing because it’s working. I don’t know if I can think of a more beautiful woman than you... especially considering the young air head bimbos my age.”

“Hey, come in the kitchen with me and I’ll make you a burger for supper.”

“Sounds good.”

When we got to the kitchen, she scurried around preparing some incredible hamburgers for us for supper. All of her moving around provided me with some wonderful braless eye candy especially since her top allowed her big beauties to move so nicely. Her tits swayed and bounced with everything she did. On two occasions I got a long look down her front like I did when she picked up my bag at the door. I’ve got to tell you, her tits were big and heavy and beautiful.

We ate at the island in her kitchen on tall stools. I may be dreaming but I think she purposely sat on her stool so I could get another long look at her exquisite pantiless pussy? I just couldn’t get over getting these peeks at her most private area. I’ve never seen anything so sexy and desirable. This was going to be a great 4 years.

After our burgers Charlie suggested that we go back to the den and drink some wine. I positioned myself as before hoping she’s return to her cross-legged position at the end of the leather sofa. She did not disappoint. She had lowered the lights just a little so it was a little easier for me to stealthfully gawk at her pussy. What a treat... the sexiest woman on the planet sitting across from me with her legs open boldly exposing her pussy and the tiny opening to her vagina.

We were working on our third bottle of wine and were feeling pretty fluffy when Charlie suggested that we go for a swim. I told her that I’d swim in my shorts and I put my wallet and keys on the coffee table. She told me she’d meet me out by the pool in a few minutes.

I went out the double french doors into her very private and perfectly manicured back garden and pool. Charlie had spent her money well back here and during the warm months this part of her home was surely nirvana. 

The moon was full so it wasn’t particularly dark and I could clearly see Charlie coming out of the house in stylish little sandal pumps and an elegant white coverup. She had brought another two bottles of wine - like we needed it - and big fluffy towels for both of us. Then she turned and bent from the waist to place a folded towel in the seat of her lawn chair. Oh my! Charlie wasn’t wearing any panties again and I could see her beautiful mature ass and the rear view of her sweet pussy tucked between her creamy thighs. Wow! I pinched myself... had I won the lottery?

Charlie turned and in a slightly slurred voice - we had had quite a bit to drink - announced, “Billy, since you’re going to be living here with me for four years, you might as well know from day one that I sun bathe in the nude and am a nudist... in fact, I spend most of my time around the house naked... I just needed to get that out in the open.”

With that said she turned and opened her coverup and laid it over the back of her chair. I’m sure my mouth dropped open when she turned to face me and I got my first full frontal view of her naked body. Amazing!... she was absolutely beautiful without a stitch of clothes on. Beautiful face, heavy large breasts, a sexy mature tummy, gorgeous creamy thighs and legs and the most beautiful smooth pussy I had ever even dreamed of.

“That won’t be a problem for you, will it, Billy?”

“No, no,” I stuttered actually thinking, ‘please don’t throw me in the briar patch.’

“What a nice day it’s been... especially with your arrival. This is so relaxing. Billy, please pour me another cup of wine so I can keep this little buzz going.” 

She crossed her yummy legs and leaned back in her chair. She was beautiful in the moon light especially since she was completely naked. Her breasts had parted slightly and hung heavy. Her nipples were pink and large but complimented the beauty of her perfectly shaped tits. Her 59 year old tummy produced a small roll but her body was still perfect in my eyes. Her legs were crossed so I could no longer see her pussy but I was confident that would be short lived.

Charlie’s eyes were closing and I didn’t want this pool time to end so I continued our conversation and said, “Charlie, may I ask you a very personal question? I’m not sure about ‘nude protocol.’”

Her eyes opened and she said, “Sure, Billy, you can ask me anything but not until you join me by taking off your shorts.”

“Charlie, I can’t right now.”

“What do you mean, ‘you can’t right now?’”

I answered her by pointing at my crotch.

She paused for a moment and realized, “You’ve got an erection? You’ve got to be kidding, Billy... a 59 year old woman gave you an erection?”

“Believe me, Charlie, you are not the typical 59 year old woman... besides, I’ve had a crush on you since I was 12.”

“Wow, Billy, I’m flattered on both counts... but don’t worry I’ve obviously seen an erection before. Go ahead and take off your shorts and ask me your question.”

“I can’t, Charlie, it’s just too embarrassing.”

“Oh, pooh... let me help you.”

With that she stood and came over to where I was sitting and bent over and grabbed the sides of my loose fitting shorts. Her heavy tits hung down and swayed like soft pendulums as she tugged and pulled my shorts down. By this time I wasn’t resisting just enjoying being that close to her two hanging beauties. I would have loved to reach out and fondle them but I didn’t dare. She struggled with my shorts and finally as they slipped down my thighs my thick, rock hard 8 1/2” cock popped out like it was spring loaded.

Charlie was taken aback by the strong whipping motion it made but when she realized how big my cock was she gasped.

“Bill-leee, that’s HUGE... that’s the biggest penis I’ve ever even heard of. Wow... it’s so thick!”

“Yeah, I guess it’s kinda big.”

“It’s NOT kinda big, Billy... it’s a monster... I’ve NEVER even heard of one that big!” It’s so thick... you’re going to make a lot of these college girls very happy.”

“I’m embarrassed, Charlie, can we get in the water?’

“Yeah, come on.” She took me by the hand and lead me over to the pool steps and down into the warm water. She was obviously having trouble resisting gawking at my cock which remained hard and at attention.

We both slipped down to our necks in the water. I was no longer embarrassed but I couldn’t drink in her naked beauty either.

“Did I really do that to you, Billy?”

“Yes, Charlie, you are very beautiful and very sexy!”

“Even at 59?”

“You look fabulous, Charlie... believe me, age never entered my mind... seeing you naked is what caused me to get hard.”

“I guess I’m flattered but I never intended to have that effect on you. What was your question, Billy?”

“Now even my question is really embarrassing.”

“Oh, pooh, Billy go ahead and ask.”

“Actually, I’ve got two very personal questions to ask.”

“Okay, go ahead and ask.”

“Charlie, I’ve seen pictures of thousands of breasts online but I’ve NEVER seen any woman - young or old - with breasts and nipples as perfect as yours.”

“Billy, that’s not a question but thank you very much. I’ve always thought I was blessed to have these. What’s your question?

“Charlie, are your breasts natural? They just seem so perfect.”

“Yes, Billy, they are natural... would you like to feel them to make sure? You know what President Reagan said, ‘Trust but verify.’”

“You’re kidding aren’t you, Charlie?”

“No, come over here and feel them.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing but she was a little tipsy so I seized the opportunity and moved close to Charlie. I reached up with my right hand and cupped and lifted her left breast and squeezed. Man, did it feel good. Not wanting to miss this opportunity I cupped her right breast in my left hand and began to knead both of her magnificent soft melons.

“Okay, Billy, that’s enough. What do you think? Are they real?”

“They’re so soft... they feel like heaven, Charlie, they’ve got to be real. Wow, what a beautiful pair of breasts!”

“Thank you. What’s your second question, Billy?”

“I’m too embarrassed to ask, Charlie.”

“Go ahead, Billy, I can handle it.”

“Will you answer me honestly, Charlie?”

“Well, of course I will.”

“Charlie, how many different men have been inside of you?”

“Wow, that’s a bold question, Billy. Do you mean ‘how many different men have fucked me?’”

“Yes, how many men have fucked you?”

“The answer may surprise you, Billy. I lost my virginity in college to a guy I found out later was interested only in deflowering virgins. He was inside of me only once and never again. Then, believe it or not, the only other lover I’ve had is Tommy. Any more questions?”

I was still very close to her from fondling her breasts and still had a massive hardon. I turned towards her so my hard penis would drag along her leg. We were both pretty drunk and I asked her one more question, “Charlie, may I put my penis inside of you?” 

“Bill-leee, I’m your aunt and I’m old enough to be your grandmother!”

“You’re my aunt by marriage, Charlie, and I don’t know of a sexier woman on the planet no matter what her age. Charlie, I really want you to fuck me and take my virginity.”

“You’re a virgin, Billy?”

“Yes.”

“Well, that is interesting... a challenge to teach you how to be a good lover and the thrill of being filled and fucked with an eager young penis... let me think about it, Billy.”

“Please, Charlie, I have to confess I’ve masturbated at least 1000 times since I was 12 thinking about you. Please let me put my penis inside of you.”

“It’s time for bed, Billy. We’ll talk in the morning after I’ve thought about it.”

As soon as I got to my room I jacked off thinking of my beautiful aunt who let me see her completely naked and was even going to consider letting me fuck her. Wow! I tossed and turned all night thinking about her beautiful body... especially her perfect tits and her very neglected pussy.

The next morning I woke with Charlie calling me to breakfast. This was going to be decision time although I was expecting Charlie to say no. We had been pretty drunk and I had been bolder than I had ever been in my life... good grief, I had asked my great aunt if I could fuck her. I did decide to accept her offer of being a nudist in her house and I walked into the kitchen naked. Believe it or not my cock was soft as I left my bedroom. 

There she was completely naked again bending over a bottom drawer looking for some utensil or something. Since she was bending at the waist I could clearly see her little brown rosebud and her fat pussy lips. She sensed my presence and turned around.

“Good morning, Billy. I hope you slept well. I took two aspirin so no hangover for me this morning.”

Expecting the worst, I said matter of factly, “What did you decide, Charlie?”

“Well, you might be surprised. After mulling the proposal over for some time I decided that with several very strict conditions I’d do it. I don’t mean to sound like it would be a chore for me... for heavens sake, it’s been 5 years since I’ve had a cock inside of me and I’ve never had one as big as your’s in my pussy.”

As I began to speak the blood began to rush to my flaccid cock... up it came like a soldier coming to attention. 

“What are the conditions, Charlie, I’m willing to do anything you say.”

“First, you must tell no one of our arrangement... and I mean no one. I can be hell to deal with if someone betrays me... to say nothing of putting you out on the street.”

“Okay, I promise I’ll never speak a word... to any body!”

“Secondly, you must follow my instructions to the T. I am the teacher and you are the student. Whatever I say goes.”

“No problem.”

“Third, assuming this turns into an ongoing tryst, I don’t want you dating anybody. There are just too many nasty things going around and I don’t want to catch anything at this stage of my life.”

“Deal.”

“Lastly, if this becomes something we both enjoy, I want our bodies to be available to the other at any time. In the beginning if things go well, I suspect you’ll want to fuck me 3 or 4 times a day and that’s fine as long as my little pussy can take the pounding. But when the “new” of our affair wears off, if this little old lady needs her young bull to service her, I’ll expect you to fuck me with all of your original enthusiasm.

“Sounds good to me, Charlie. I hope you don’t think this is all physical for me because I really do have a deep fondness for you and always have.”

“I know that, Billy... and me for you... our little secret will be good.”

“Not to be overly anxious, Charlie, but when do you anticipate taking my virginity?”

“This evening, Billy, after supper... can you make it until then?”

“Yeah, I guess I’ll have to but I can hardly wait to have my cock buried in your tight sugar hole.”

“Me too, Billy, just hang on. Sugar hole... hmmmm? I think I like that name for my little pussy... seems to be an apt description for that secret place.”

I was sure this was going to be the longest day of my life. 

Charlie got dressed in a very short white tennis outfit and a big hat... she loved big hats. The skirt was pleated and looked great on her mature hips. As she was getting ready to walk out the door, she hugged my neck, smiled and whispered in my ear, “I’m not wearing any panties.” She turned and flipped up the back of her skirt and sure enough there was her beautiful big bare bottom. She wiggled it, blew me a kiss and bounced out the door.

During the day I watched a lot of TV as summer school didn’t start for another two weeks. All I could think about was being inside of my favorite aunt. She returned about 5 PM, showered and prepared supper. 




Charlie



This arrangement would all be worthwhile if I just got to feast my eyes on her naked body all day and all night. I just can’t get over how good she looks without her clothes on... unreal... especially when you consider that she is 59!

“You know, Charlie, I’ll never get tired of looking at you naked. Your body is so beautiful... every part of it especially your pussy.”

“Well, Billy, I have to admit I’m beginning to enjoy having a big hard cock strutting around... it’s been a long time since I’ve had any hot sex. I think if we proceed slowly this arrangement could work out really well for both of us. You’ll have an older woman’s body at your beck and call and I’ll have my boy toy and his very large penis to fuck me silly whenever I’m horny.”

After supper she handed me a glass of wine, took my hand and we went into the den. I love watching her ass move when she walks. Charlie has broad child bearing hips and although her butt is beginning to sag just a little it still jiggles nicely.

She sat close to me on the white leather sofa. Charlie was positioned to where she could easily kiss me on the lips and she did. After some deep kissing and brief instruction she told me that I was a pretty good kisser. She told me to remember that girls liked to kiss... and she was a girl. While we were kissing I reached up with my right hand and gently cupped and fondled her creamy left breast. It was firm and heavy. I had to pinch myself that this was all happening and also remind myself to follow her lead in everything we did so as not to jeopardize this incredible sexual opportunity.

Wow! I loved feeling her tits. She had way more than a handful and they hung just perfectly on her chest... very sexy... very sexy indeed.

After about an hour of kissing and me kneading her tits she told me to put my hand between her legs and feel for dampness. She instructed me that all girls needed to get wet down there so the man’s penis could enter the vagina without hurting the female. Charlie explained that because of her age she would need extra foreplay to get wet enough to receive my penis. The love oil she had purchased yesterday could shortcut the process but foreplay was better she explained. I made a mental note of her little teaching session but I was ready to slip inside of Charlie and become a man... NOW!

All she had instructed me to do was feel her pussy for dampness so that’s all I did by cupping my hand over her fat outer lips and her vagina’s opening. Sure enough she was getting wet... ALRIGHT! I was doing this right.

“Billy, let’s go into my bedroom and light some candles and put on some romantic music.” 

She explained how the ambiance was very important to keep the woman in the right mood mentally. The mood would help keep the female wet and ready to be taken. No problem from me. Candles, soft music, 1000 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets... go for it...  especially if those girly things meant I would eventually get some of her pussy.

We laid on the bed and continued to kiss. 

After another half hour of kissing and pressing her tits against my chest, I asked her if I could caress the rest of her body. That’s when she explained to me what a feather touch was. She rolled over on her tummy, spread her creamy thighs as far as they would go comfortably and I began to lightly touch her body from the bottom of her feet to her neck. Looking between her beautiful legs at her moist pussy that had opened when she spread her legs was very erotic... what a beautiful sight... I was about to go crazy thinking about entering that tiny hole with my penis. 

She cooed as I lightly drug my finger nails all over her body. She instructed me to start on the inside of her leg near her knees and to lightly touch her inner thigh all the way up to her fat lips but not to touch her treasure. She explained that girls liked being teased and the anticipation of being touched “there” drove them crazy and made their vagina wetter and made them eventually demand to be fucked.

All of a sudden she rolled over and told me to do the same touching on her front but like on her backside not to touch her pussy. Her front was as beautiful as her backside especially her smooth mound, her fat pussy lips and her mature tummy. This touching was incredible for me especially the eye candy but my balls were ready to explode with the load I had prepared for her.

That’s when she said the words I’d been waiting to hear, “Billy, it’s time... lie on your back right here. I’m going to put you inside of me.”

Charlie didn’t have to ask twice... I quickly lay down where she directed with my 8 1/2” boner looking straight up at the ceiling. The anticipation was killing me... I wanted to be inside of her NOW! but I knew I had to follow her lead so as to not blow this real life sexual fantasy.

She sat provocatively on her legs next to me. Her tits hung down a little more than usual and a roll of her tummy was created by this position. What a beautiful woman... oh how I wanted to fuck her... over and over again.

Charlie then explained, “Billy, I’m going to mount you and allow you to enter me slowly. I want to be in control... you won’t be fucking me... I’ll be fucking you. I don’t expect you’ll last very long this first time but that’s okay because we need to clear your mind so we can continue with my instruction. When you’ve filled me with your sperm, you’ll officially be a man... my man and we can move on.

With that she threw her left leg over my crotch and planted her foot on the bed. She needed to be in that position to handle my penis and rub it through her slit to moisten my big helmet. When she was sure the head of my cock was lubricated enough, she carefully aimed it into the tiny opening of her vagina. She lowered herself just a bit to allow my head to “pop” into her tight sugar hole. Next she began to move up and down so my penis began its decent into the bottom of her very tight vagina. Inch by inch she worked my thick cock deeper and deeper into her sugar hole. I was in heaven as her pussy tightly gripped the length of my thick meat. It was the most incredible feeling I had ever experienced. Deeper and deeper my dick went as she purred and lowered herself completely onto my virginal shaft. Finally her smooth fat lips pressed against my groin and hugged the base of my penis... all 8 1/2” of my cock were completely buried in her most private place. 

I couldn’t contain myself any longer and said, “Charlie, I love you... please fuck me... please fuck me.”

Without a word and with her eyes closed lost in the ecstasy of being impaled on my granite rod, she began to purr and move her broad womanly hips. Her heavy tits hung inches from my mouth but I held on to the sides of her waist. I couldn’t believe how incredibly tight her 59 year old pussy was... it was like a pink velvet vice gripping my member.

“Oh, Billy, your cock is so big and thick... it’s soooo much bigger than Tommy’s... I think your cock is going to split me wide open... your hard meat feels so good completely filling my pussy. Oh, this is so incredibly good...” and she began to move a little faster up and down with short strokes. My cock was completely inside of her as she began to fuck my brains out. 

Charlie had been fucking me for about a minute when my balls couldn’t contain themselves any longer and began to erupt. A huge load of hot cum rushed up my shaft and began to squirt and spurt it’s pent up load into my sweet lover’s neglected vagina. My cock continued to pulse out ropes of cum into her pussy. More and more and more of my sticky load filled her sugar hole. “Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! I love you, Charlie... I love you...” as a giant orgasm filled my crotch. 

At the same time I was dumping my load of cum in her pussy, Charlie began to convulse as a massive orgasm rushed through her hungry pussy. The orgasm continued to wash over her in waves for at least two minutes as she uncontrollably continued to fuck me with short fast movements. She finally slumped onto my chest declaring, “I love you too, Billy! That was without a doubt the most intense fucking I’ve ever experienced. Thank you... thank you!”

I was completely spent. I have never experienced so much pleasure. Her tight pussy had milked every drop of cum out of my cock as well as all my energy. It was wonderful... I was now officially a man. What a beautiful woman to receive my first load of sperm. Wow! ...and coming at the same time as she did made the ecstasy that much more intense.

We laid in each other’s arms and held each other for about 20 minutes while I fondled her tits and caressed her body. Finally, I said, ‘Well, Charlie, you took my virginity and now I’m your man.”

“No doubt, Billy... you are certainly a man with that big penis. I can’t tell you how good your big cock felt inside of me. I felt so full and complete. Tommy and I had a pretty good sex life but his cock wasn’t even close to being as big or as thick as yours. None of my orgasms with him even approached what you just did to me. It was so good I feel like I just got fucked for the first time. Your cock is so thick I really thought you might split me open... and when you did cum, I could feel your spurting penis fill my vagina to over flowing with your hot seed. What a mess I have between my legs. Take a look at all your cum.

I moved down towards her pussy as she unashamedly spread her messy thighs. Wow! Her hole was over flowing with my sticky load. It covered her lips and inner thighs and some was running down between her legs towards her little brown rosebud.

“Charlie, may I clean you up with my tongue?”

“Billy, that sounds yummy... Tommy never wanted to spend any time licking my pussy. We had some really hot sex on occasion but Tommy never fucked me like you just did... orgasm after orgasm... it was delicious.”

With her permission I began to lick my sperm off of her creamy thighs and moved to her swollen lips. When they were relatively clean, I put my tongue on her little brown rosebud and began to lick slowly towards the opening of her vagina where the cum continued to ooze out. Man, I had shot a lot of cum in Charlie’s sugar hole and I was really enjoying the clean up. 

All during my cleanup Charlie was making cooing noises. I decided to spend some more time between her creamy thighs and I began to gently lick and flick her clit with my tongue. It wasn’t but a minute before she obviously began to have another orgasm and then another and then another.

Just as I thought I’d finished cleaning her up more cum oozed out of her opening. This continued for about 5 more minutes until her pussy was empty.

“Oh, Billy, that was wonderful... I feel like you got cheated though having only one orgasm while I had at least a dozen very intense releases. How was your orgasm?”

“Charlie, I only had one orgasm but I can’t describe how intense it was... I have never experienced anything that felt that good. What a release! Your pussy is incredibly tight and wonderful. It was unreal. When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I began to have my orgasm in your sweet, sweet pussy. I can’t tell you how good it felt to shoot my load into your body. I want to fuck you again.

“You’ll get to fuck me as much as you want, my love but let’s just savor this moment. Wow! Look... your dick is already hard again.



Charlie



Authors note- There is no sex in this as I'm introducing a story idea I've been playing with. More to come. Enjoy! All character's portrayed in this story will be eighteen or older!

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Standing at a whopping six inches in height, Charlie is the biggest friend anyone could ask for. Yeah you heard right, six inches. You see, Charlie is an alien that came from some far away planet that I won't even bother trying to pronounce so I'm not even gonna try to spell it, so it may be wise just to use your own imagination but he's not from this galaxy nonetheless.

I've met Charlie a few years back, at a fourth of July outing with my family. I had wandered off to go explore the reservation site and that's when something caught my eye. A mysterious object of some kind was floating atop the lake. At first I thought it was someone's garbage because it looked like a soda can just floating there, but the way it reflected the sunlight made me take a closer look.

A closer inspection revealed that not only was the sunlight glistening off the object, but it had colorful jewel- like stone's that etched its surface seemingly to radiate their own light. It was a light source I've never seen before in my entire life that decorated the outside edges of a silver object that lay floating there.

I reached out and grabbed it, thankfully it was close by a dock so I didn't have to put much effort into retrieving it. I turned it around in my hand's inspecting it, I shook it, I tossed it from hand to hand like a tennis ball feeling its weight and that's the first time I heard Charlie speak.

"Put me down you giant putz!"

I was shocked to say the least as I dropped the object back into the water and looked around for the source of the voice. I was completely dumbfounded, looking around like an idiot as there was not another person in sight. I shrugged it off thinking maybe some child was having fun with his parent's off in the distance, when I heard Charlie again.

"Pick me up! Pick me up! Pick me up!"

I looked back into the water and that's when I saw that object bobbing up and down frantically, making ring's in the water the way a fishing bobber does. I could see a little, I don't know how to explain it so I'm gonna say a little man waving his arms at me trying to get my attention.

Should I have been scared at the moment? Maybe, but curiosity got the better of me as I without a second thought reached back into the lake and pulled Charlie out. I held him in the palm of my hand as he stood there shaking his fist at me, threatening and insulting me at the same time. I had to laugh, it was funny. A pint sized creature standing there telling me that he was going to inflict pain on me for trying to kill him. It was hysterical.

I guess he didn't appreciate the humor because he pulled what looked like a gun and shot me with it. It felt like a bee-sting and a tazer mixed, but it was enough to grab my attention as I staggered backwards. It was the first time that day that I felt frighten by him.

"Now I got your attention brute. I want you to reach back into whatever your kind calls that stuff...," Charlie says pointing to the water, "...and get my airship back.''

I did as I was told.. "Now you're going to help me get some..." Charlie started to name element's that I've never heard before in my entire life, "...and your going to help me rebuild my airship so I could get off this hellish planet."

I was stunned how a creature so tiny could be demanding to someone one hundred times his own height. Could he know that I can possibly kill him if I wanted too? Could he know that I can just toss him back into the water and walk away. Something stopped me from doing just that. I don't know what it was but my feet remained planted where they stood. I guess I was awe struck by this small creature.

"Who are you and what are you?" I asked finally finding my voice.

"Ah, the putz does speak! You shouldn't worry about that as I will be off this disgusting planet shortly!"

I didn't have the heart to tell him that his demands were nearly impossible because quite frankly I was scared he may do something to injure me or even worse kill me right there on the spot. I heard my phone ring indicating it was time for me to head back to the campsite. As I walked back he told me his name was Charlie.

I found my dad cooking on the grill and said, 

"Dad this is Charlie!" Charlie this is my dad, Roger!"

I got a funny look from my father as he stared at me like I've gone insane. "Uh Brian?" My dad whispers. "Aren't you a little too old to have an imaginary friend?"

I looked into the palm of my hand where Charlie stood and looked back at my father. "No dad! This is Charlie!" I said holding out my hand closer to his face.

"Son! I don't see anything! Maybe you had too much sun today because you sound crazy!"

I walked away from my dad in a huff. "You're the only one who can see and hear me Brian unless I decide otherwise." Charlie said as he disappeared from my palm and reappeared on my shoulder. "Now you help me and I can make the rest of your life unforgettable."

I took a seat at the picnic table confused as to what the hell is going on. It lasted throughout the day. I didn't eat, hell I didn't even move from the spot I sat in, even when my parent's indicated they were going to watch the fireworks display. It might have looked silly, but I just sat there eventually getting to know Charlie better. To others, it probably looked as if I was talking to myself.

It took some time before Charlie opened up to me, but we became best friends since that day. I finally got around to tell him that his demands were impossible but he refused to hear the truth. Instead he just seemed to make my life feel as though it were a roller coaster ride.

Our friendship mirrored others, except Charlie has powers from out of this world. He can mimic ones voice which he does a lot to my own causing me a great deal of frustration. He can stop time causing everything around us to remain still. He can alter ones mind, but I forbade him from ever doing so. He has many other extraordinary powers which make being his friend awesome.

The downside, well he's a pest. Charlie has the biggest perverted mind you could imagine and that's what gets me into trouble the most. He's always barking orders like an army general or always suggesting me to do something down right stupid. He constantly sings, especially when I'm trying to sleep. He's like that fly that won't disappear who's constantly buzzing around your ear, annoying the crap out of you. He just sits on my shoulder and enjoys life to its fullest while I take the criticism of his action's. 

I swear he thinks that I'm the one who destroyed his spaceship or whatever the hell he calls it. He told me that I'm responsible for shooting him down when indeed it was a stray firework that hit his shuttle. Yeah what are the chances of that, really? I had nothing to do with it, but it's my fault because I'm the one who discovered him.

Other than that, like I said Charlie is the biggest friend anyone could ask for and I have no intentions of letting him go after these few years.

___________

I sat at the table eating my cornflakes listening to Charlie babble on about school. He was excited because this is the first time that I'm allowing him to come with me. I looked up at the clock and dreaded knowing full well that another school year was about to start in an hour. I zoned out, ignoring Charlie until my sister Taylor walked into the room.

"Hey Taylor, you wearing any underwear under that skirt?"

I dropped my spoon as it clanked loudly against the glass bowl, milk spilling in all directions. I focused on Taylor as she turned from the coffee pot looking appalled.

"You sick fuck! What in the world caused your perverted mind to ask me such a thing?" Taylor yelled giving me the death stare. I swear if looks could kill, I'd be dead on the spot as she shot daggers at me which seemed to pierce through my skin.

I could hear Charlie laughing uncontrollably on my shoulder. I turned my attention to him and he spoke. "Man, she looks pissed! At least I can sit here and enjoy the fireworks while you try and survive her wrath!"

Them fireworks came almost instantaneously as I felt a sting on the side of my face as the skin to skin contact echoed throughout the quiet morning. It left a burning sensation as I replaced Taylor's hand with my own, trying to rub the pain away. God that hurt like hell.

"Damn dude! She just smacked the shit outta you and I didn't feel a damn thing," Charlie said at my unfortunate discomfort, still laughing helplessly amused by his own actions.

"No shit! I felt it and it hurts like hell!"

"Aww! You want me to fix it Brian?" I shook my head but it was too late. "Hey Taylor," Charlie called out in my voice.

"What now," she yells from the next room.

"That hurt! You should kiss it and make it better. No scratch that. A kiss on the lips will make it feel better!" Charlie yells out causing me yet more grief.

I could hear Taylor growl loudly. "I think she liked the sound of that," Charlie says to me as Taylor appeared again. Whack. I felt another sting on the other side of my face as I watched her stomp off afterwards. I buried my face in my hands wanting to strangle Charlie for this mornings havoc.

"When will you stop," I mumbled though my hands.

"You should go get payback! Why don't you smack her ass like she smacked your face and if it echoes we'll know that she ain't wearing any underwear! That ought to solve our mystery!"

"Moron," I whispered in a hushed voice. "When will you stop perving on any girl you see, besides that's your own mystery not mine! I have no interest in what Taylor wears or not!"

"MMM, your right Brian! She does smell lovely this morning. What do you humans call that? Strawberries? Peaches? Coconut?

I wanted to punch myself because Charlie was driving me mad. "Peaches you deranged pervert! And when did I mention anything about her scent? Look just leave my family out of your warped brain!"

"Note to self," Charlie begins. "Leave the pretty blonde, blue eyed sex kitten out of your perverted mind because captain virgin there gets pissed off!" He said pretending to write it all down in his journal. "Well anyway let me know when it's time for school! I'll be back!"

"Where you going," I asked regretting it immediately.

"I'm going to exercise! Man have you felt moms boobs lately. Their soft and firm. I don't have to worry about getting hurt when doing my routines!"

"Charlie!" I yelled, but it was too late as he disappeared from sight. This is gonna be one long day with him accompanying me school. On the other hand, he may make it interesting like no other day I've spent at school. I was in a pickle yet it was still morning.



Charlie



"You can have massage, she whispered, 100 dollars for 1 hour or 60 dollars for 30 minutes." Charlie was desperate he had to do something or become the but of his mates crude jokes for days and weeks to come. "Yes that's it one hour." He looked at her misshapen face thinking I won't get excited with her. "Will you do it?"

Hanako shook her head, "no not me I'll get you sexy girl." Charlie took Hanako`s hand, "please," he whispered. "No sex. No touch penis, just massage, please." Hanako didn't know what to do, no one ever asked for her services. Still thinking he was probably saving himself for his bride she again refused. 

He took her hand squeezing it gently and stared into her misshapen face, "please, I only want you." When she saw the pleading look on Charlie's face she decided to give in. "Just massage, no sex, one hour," she said as she took two towels and led him off to a nearby room.

Charlie's relief at avoiding the teasing of his team mates soon disappeared when Hanako told him to take of his clothes. "All of them?" he asked blushing. "Yes, everything," she said as she washed her hands. Quickly stripping off he stood with his hands in front of his cock. When she turned round and saw his red face and the way he was standing she smiled to herself, men didn't hide their equipment in a brothel. Charlie was either extremely nervous or very shy. 

"On the table face down," she ordered sternly. Charlie was relieved to lay face down with his face through the little hole in the massage table. He felt Hanako spread a towel over his rear and waited in anticipation. Hanako`s hands were warm with oil when she leant over his head and started to massage his shoulders. 

He felt her body touch his head each time her hands moved down his back wondering if it was her breasts. Hanako stopped those thoughts when she quickly found parts of his body that had been battered during the afternoons football match and gently massaged the tired and bruised muscles. 

Within minutes he started to feel good under her soothing gentle but firm hands. "Lovely," he murmured. Hanako smiled and whispered, "thank you." Thinking he was a nice young man. 

Charlie was completely relaxed by the time he felt her hands work down over his butt pushing the towel away. Hanako refreshed the oil on her hands spilling a little that trickled down between his cheeks past his rosebud and on to his balls causing his cock to stir for the first time since he lay on the table. 

Hanako was thinking of her life and the way it had changed since that drunken sailor smashed her face by bashing her with a broken beer bottle. Tonight this young man had come to her aid and defused a possible problem, again caused by too much drink. Not many men would help, most just walked away if there was trouble, especially trouble in a brothel. 

She smiled to herself recalling how she had become involved in running a brothel as she massaged Charlie's butt and moved down to his legs. She had left Japan when she was sixteen. She was an orphan who had been resettled under a church sponsored scheme.  

When she turned eighteen she started work for an old couple from the church in a small travel agency. When she learnt the business they left it to her. A trickle of young women from Japan started to frequent the agency as Hanako developed a reputation for knowing the language and being helpful. To help those looking for a low cost holiday she drew up a list of all the cheap decent accommodation, recommending places where they would not be ripped off. 

To help supplement the funds of those whose money was short she also drew up a list of farms where they could earn good money picking fruit and vegetables. Even though she was not much older than some of them she became their mother hen during their foreign adventure. Her small office became a haven for young Japanese women.

One day two beautiful young Japanese girls Kiku and Ima asked could they speak to her privately. "We need your help," Ima said when she took them into a private room. "We don't want to pick mangoes or wash dishes we need jobs that will bring us a lot more money quickly." 

She blushed as she went on. "We have decided to become call girls but the newspaper will not take our advertisements. They have rules about our needing a permanent address, pay in advance and bank accounts. We need banking arrangements so we can accept credit cards and tax stuff." 

"We thought you might help us by advertising our services using your office account. We will pay you what ever you want." Hanako had been shocked, "but you will be prostitutes," she gasped. "You could be murdered or become diseased going off with strange men; you will shame your families."

Kiku laughed, "we have thought of all that. If we are discreet and take no Japanese customers no one back home could possibly find out. We will only practice safe sex and take no risks. It won't be for long we just want to earn enough money to be able to stay in the top five star resorts and hopefully meet a rich husband."

Hanako had agreed to take the calls and placed advertisements using her home phone and her office account. Never having had anything to do with call girls or prostitutes Hanako laid down rules that would give her control and protect the girls. "Out calls only you will only meet men in motel and hotel rooms, I'll drive you and pick you up." From the first night the phone rarely stopped. She smiled as she ran her hands up Charlie hairy legs to his butt remembering the flurry of calls. 

It had soon become apparent that she could not continue to spend all night both driving and answering the phones so she arranged for customers to visit the girls at the rooms in the back of her office. Kiku and Ima recruited other backpackers into the scheme and business boomed. 

Within a few days of allowing the girls to use the rooms at the rear of her offices she was visited by the police who asked for money. When she paid they gave her a couple of months to meet the requirements of the states laws or they would shut her down.

She had gone to a lawyer who advised her to rent premises in an industrial area away from private residences and apply for a license to run a legal brothel. Her mind was far from Charlie and his massage as she thought of those early days. Not watching what she was doing her hands brushed his balls and the crack of his anus every time she stroked up his legs causing his cock to grow hard. 

When Hanako felt Charlie move, she slapped him lightly on the butt, "turn over o.k.?" she asked. "Yesss" he groaned as he tried to hide his erect cock with a towel only to find it looked worse when he lay on his back. Hanako seemed to deliberately ignore Charlie's erection while rearranging the towel over his lower body. To his surprise she just washed her hands and reached for more oil.

Charlie relaxed once more when she started to massage his feet and ankles. On his back he could now study Hanako more closely. From what he could see she appeared to have long shiny black hair that was piled in a bun on the top of her head. He ignored her battered face and studied her body. Not bad he thought as he spied what appeared to be a pair of heavy tits swinging under the folds of her loose silk top. "Where are you from?" he asked. 

Hanako jumped in surprise at his question, "I was born in Japan I have lived here for fifteen years. Why do you ask, is something wrong." Charlie felt her hands moving up his leg, "Oh no, it's great, it's just that you are very tall and I thought Japanese women were generally tiny you know not very tall or big built." As he spoke he gestured with his hands as if to point to her breasts. Hanako looked down at her breasts and straightened her top, "I can't help my body," she replied quietly. 

Oh shit, thought Charlie now I've done it. "Hey," he cried. "I wasn't being critical I think you have a great body." Hanako whispered, "thank you," and turned her back as she returned to massaging his lower legs. The room grew quiet as Hanako worked the tired muscles of his legs. Charlie lay watching her cursing himself as a blundering idiot.

Gradually Hanako worked her way back up his legs until she pushed the towel aside and massaged his inner thighs. Even though he had said no sex he willed her to touch him. He held his breath when her hands came so close then slipped away before coming back again and again. 

His cock now stood up like a flag pole under the edge of the towel but Hanako ignored it. She worked on his hands and fingers massaging his arms then stood behind him and massaged his head and face. This time he looked up to see the shadow of what appeared to be large tits. She spied him looking and said, "No sex, no touch, ok." when he nodded she said, "Ok finished," and offered him a towel pointing to the shower. 

The team traveled home to be met with speeches from the mayor and other dignitaries before they joined in what seemed days of celebrations. Michelle's piece had been shown nation wide bringing more reporters and cameramen to their little town. She traveled down for the celebrations kissing Charlie thoroughly in front of his scandalized aunt. "I have been offered a job down south," she whispered. She ran her hand down over his butt. "Try to get away from your aunt and these big wigs so I can give you a proper farewell." 

"Who was that painted hussy?" His Aunt cried when he came back to sit with her and her church friends. "Some city slut you met while you were neglecting your work gallivanting around playing football." Charlie was stunned and looked into his Aunt's angry face seeing her clearly for the first time. 

He had always defended her in the past when his mates called her a mean old bitch because without her intervention he would have spent the last few years in an orphanage. He knew she had used him as unpaid slave labor, working him from first light until well after sunset seven days a week but she had provided him with good basic food and a place to live.

"It's better than an orphanage kid;" she used to remind him when ever he was slow or complained. Now he was eighteen he no longer had the threat of the orphanage hanging over his head but still defended her out of sheer loyalty. 

For her to call Michelle a slut in front of her church going friends was the last straw. He tried to stop her carrying on but she was now raving about the kids lack of gratitude. "That's terrible Auntie you shouldn't say things that are untrue," he said as he stood up to leave. "Where are you going?" she screamed. "I'm going to apologise for your bad manners." She completely lost control. "How dare you accuse me of bad manners you lazy little bugger? When he kept going she screamed so everyone could hear, "That's it kid go chase after your Trollope but don't come back. I don't want you in my home any more."

Charlie had had enough, "if that's what she wants that'll do me," he growled as he asked Nat to drive him home so he could pack. A few hours later he caught the train to the city with his meager possession packed in one suitcase. Arriving late at night he booked in to a backpacker's hostel not far from the brothel they had visited a few nights before. 

Angry and horny he rang Michelle; it was a while before she answered her voice full of sleep. She quickly woke up. "Come on over sweetie. I leave early in the morning but we will still have time to say good bye properly," she said with a laugh as she gave him directions.

Michelle was wearing nothing but a smile as she opened her apartment door. Charlie couldn't move he just stood and looked. She was built big but she looked good. Her large soft breasts had very little sag for their size. Her hips were wide her stomach was flat she carried very little fat. Her pussy appeared bigger than he expected it was covered in curly black hair. Her long legs were thick and muscular confirming what he had briefly seen through the slit in her skirt. 

Charlie had never seen a nude woman before other than in the few books his mates bought to school. He found her body so exciting that he felt the first drops of pre come leak from his rock hard cock. Michelle looked up and down the hall. "Don't just stand out there staring," she laughed, "come inside and get a closer look." 

She kissed him hungrily as she slammed the door shut. "We don't have a lot of time," she growled as she started ripping his clothes off while they kissed. When he struggled and kicked his pants away she broke the kiss to look at him. "I heard about your fight with your aunt. Everyone told me how you stood up for me. I'm sorry I'm leaving now, I would love to stay here with you." She pulled him close, "don't worry, in the next couple of hours I will make sure you never forget me." 

He walked back to the hostel as dawn broke shaking his head as he tried to recall all the things they had done in such a short time. After a long luxurious blow job during which she milked him and milked him until he thought he would be dry forever she had taught him to eat pussy. 

When he told her he had never seen a woman's pussy up close before she became excited. "Love it sweetie just make love to it. Learn to do this properly and the girls will keep coming back for more. If you are really good they won't be able to keep it quiet. They will tell their friends and their friends will want you to go down on them." 

She pulled him over to her bed and threw herself down, splayed her legs wide in an erotic pose that nearly made him come and opened her pussy lips with her fingers. "Come here," she called quietly, "come here and kiss your first hot pussy." 

Charlie's horn grew in his trousers as he remembered how she had directed his head with her hands until her body started to buck to the same beat as his tongue. He had loved the smell of her hot wet pussy. He had played and fingered it, licked it and rubbed his nose in it to smell its aroma. He licked his lips, even now on the way home he could still smell and taste her fantastic pussy.

He straightened his cock in his trousers holding it with his hand in his pocket as a woman jogger passed. He turned to watch her rear bouncing in her tight jogging outfit and laughed. It wasn't moving nearly as much as Michelle's moved when he held it in his hands and she bounced up and down on his cock. He sighed, what a woman, what a night, as he stumbled into bed. 

The next day he visited the pub next door seeking work. The publican was a footy fan and recognized Charlie, congratulating him on his game in the finals. When he heard Charlie was looking for work he told him to look no more. "I can only give you a job as a handyman picking up empties in the bistro, helping the girls clean up, washing pots and pans in the kitchen just doing anything that is needed. The hours can be flexible if you need to train." He slapped Charlie on the back and laughed, "I'll make sure the pays ok if you sign up with my local team next year." 

A few nights later Charlie was helping in the bistro when he recognized a Japanese girl he had seen in the brothel. Thinking she would not want to recognize or remember him he went about his business when she surprised him by coming over to the counter where he was working. "Hi," she called softly "aren't you the young man who helped Hanako with the drunk the other night." "Yep that's me," he replied as he looked around to see if anyone was looking or listening. 

She laughed, "Don't worry most of us working girls eat here before work. We thought we recognized you because you took Hanako off to a room. No one ever does that and you made her very proud. Thanks for caring for her she is a wonderful lady we all love her." With a smile she started to leave then turned back, "why don't you drop in late one night. I'm sure she would be glad to see you." 

After the early morning session with Michelle, Charlie had developed a healthy interest in women and sex. He rang Cindy who reluctantly told him she had just broken in a new partner. At the local technical college where he signed on for a basic IT course the students looked too young, none stirring his fancy. Some of the foreign girls at his backpacker hostel slept around but he was turned off by stories of sexually transmitted diseases that had infected a few residents.

The Japanese girls from the brothel looked forward to meeting him when he worked in the bistro each afternoon. They were very beautiful and eager to become friends spending a lot of time asking questions about life in small country towns. They laughed when he told them his home town had a population of seven thousand telling him that some companies in Japan employed more people than that. 

One afternoon as the girls left for work one remained behind. "What's up Yuki?" he asked when she called him over. "My apologies," she said as she bowed. "I was wondering if you would like to become our security man. We are worried and want to talk to Hanako about hiring a man but know she will say it's hard to trust a man you don't know." 

"I don't know if you have heard the story of her disfigured face. It is the result of an attack by a drunken sailor who demanded drugs. When Hanako told him there was no drugs allowed he broke a bottle over her head and then pushed it into her face disfiguring her so badly she nearly bled to death. The security man she had hired was outside drinking with his friends and never turned up until the ambulance came and it was all over." 

She looked at Charlie, "She has not had a security person since then saying they are a waste of time and money." "Why me?" Charlie asked. "She blushed as she leant forward and felt the muscles on his arm. "We know you are young and strong. We have learnt to trust you because we meet you here each day. We think Hanako may trust you because you tried to help her. We don't know anyone else and even if we did we would like it to be you. Will you promise to think about it please?" 

Charlie didn't know what to say but promised to think about it. When he thought about it, it didn't take long for him to work out that apart from the downside of working in a brothel the job would give him all day free to go to college and study. 

He kept an eye out for Yuki when she came in with her other workmates the next afternoon. "I've thought it over. The first problem is money. I want to move out of the backpackers joint so I need to earn more than I earn now. If you can arrange that I would be interested," he said as they all smiled and clapped.

It was two days later when Yuki and Yoko approached him. "Hanako has agreed to do something about security. We have mentioned your name and she agreed that you would probably be a good choice. We have not told her we have spoken to you. We don't want her to think we have been going behind her back." Yoko broke in, "look, what we want you to do is drop in to the brothel tonight and let's see what happens."

Charlie waited until half past nine before he visited the brothel. Inside he headed over to the desk where Hanako was sitting. She looked up and smiled her face all twisted. 

"You want more massage?" she asked. Charlie was taken by surprise he had not thought that Hanako would think he was there as a customer, in fact he now realized he had not really thought about what would happen when he called. 

"Yes, Massage," he stammered. Hanako stood up, "fine I will get you good girl." Charlie realized that things were not going the way the girls had planned. He didn't want a massage and didn't want another girl he wanted to talk to Hanako about a job. 

"You," he whispered. "I want you." Hanako looked at Charlie she was surprised but pleased to find he wanted her to massage him again. "No want nice young girl?" she asked. Charlie saw Yuki and Yoko smile as he responded, "I want you."

Hanako had been surprised when Charlie came back to visit. She never had anything to do with the clients. Charlie had been different he had helped her with his drunken mate, told her he didn't want sex and then asked for her services. Maybe he's gay or his future wife won't cooperate she thought as she led him off to the Massage Room. 




Charlie



In the room Charlie slipped out of his clothes and lay down naked on the table his face looking down through the hole cut for that purposes. Bloody hell he thought as he looked through the hole and watched her feet moving around the room, how can I approach her about a job while I'm naked.

He decided to stop worrying about the job when she spread a towel over his rear and her warm firm hands started to work on his shoulders. He was nearly asleep when she commenced massaging his feet and started to work her way upwards from his knees making long sweeping movements up his thighs. This time he was in no doubt that her hands on their upward sweep flicked his balls before they started back on their downward journey. 

Hanako was unaware of the effect her hands were having on Charlie until she saw that his cock had uncoiled and grown hard. She smiled to herself, he did not want sex in a brothel but he was still young and horny. 

Charlie was concentrating on the approach of her hands when she asked, "When will you marry?" He pushed up so he could turn and look at Hanako, "Excuse me but what did you say." "Sorry she murmured, "I asked when you get married." 

Charlie sat up and laughed, "I'm not getting married. I don't even have a girl friend. Where did you get that idea?" It was Hanako`s turn to be embarrassed, "I'm sorry," she whispered ever so quietly. "When you no want pretty girl for sex, I thought you may be saving yourself for new wife." 

She was clearly embarrassed pushing him back down and absent mindedly massaging his chest her fingers pinching his nipples. Charlie tried to set her mind at rest he placed his hand on her waist and whispered "look at me. There doesn't have to be a reason I just like massage with you." 

Hanako realised Charlie was trying to stop her being embarrassed. Yoko had been pestering her for days about security. They had spoken about Charlie as a possible employee and here he was being nice to her once more. 

He is a considerate young man and he doesn't have a wife or girlfriend to object to his working with prostitutes she thought. She studied his strong young body and decided to employ him. Charlie was relieved when she draped a towel over his erection and asked, "Would you like to work for me as my security man." Before he could answer she continued, "You would have to live in the furnished apartment at the rear of the building and be available when we are open." When he immediately said yes she smiled. "Put your clothes on and come and talk to me, we cannot talk business while you have no clothes on."

Back in the main reception room she offered him a wage he could not refuse and called Yuki and Yoko over. "I am going to hire this young man for security. He will live in the apartment on the premises and be available when needed. You have been the ones who have convinced me of the need for security, so I'll leave it to you to show him around." 

Yoko and Yuki squealed with feigned surprise giving Charlie a hug before leading him off to the apartment. The apartment was luxurious compared with what Charlie had been used to on the farm. It had been fitted out for use by a resident security officer. Hanako had left it empty when she sacked the security officer whose failure to help left her with a badly distorted face. 

Yoko and Yuki showed him how he would be able to keep an eye on the brothel's front door via a security camera and the one way window mirror that allowed him a wide view of the brothels interior without anyone knowing he was watching. "You can't see into any of the rooms the authorities demand client privacy." Yuki said as she danced around the room. "You have your own entrance at the rear and a direct door into reception," Yoko stood with her arm around Charlie as they watched Yuki dance. "The door can only be opened from this side so you can visit us uninvited but we can only visit you if you invite us."

"Will you invite us in to entertain you," Yoko asked when Yuki finished. "Depends on what you mean by entertain," he replied when Yuki joined them and pulled him down on the bed. 

She looked at Yoko who nodded agreement. "Sometimes we grow tired of pretending for men who pay. There are times when we need a little loving of our own. There are times when we would like to visit a man of our choosing and be made love to, not have to give paid sex." 

"Hanako does not like us going outside looking for lovers she worries about our health and safety. We rarely go anywhere while we work here, yet we are young and have the same urges as other young women." Yoko jumped on the bed beside Charlie, "what she is trying to say is we want you to be our lover."

"Both of you?" he asked incredulously. "Yoko gave a nervous giggle, "No all of us. There are fifteen girls working in the house. Some of them only want to have someone to talk to or someone who will walk down to the shops with them. Others like Yuki and I want to have some one love us for ourselves."

Yuki had opened his shirt and was kissing and sucking on his nipples while Yoko spoke. "Sex In the brothel is clean we never kiss customers on the lips. We never go down on them without a condom covering their cocks. They are not allowed to kiss our pussies they must use condoms if they want sex. We have a doctor visit every Monday and Friday. She takes smears and blood, testing us for every possible disease. We are so bloody clinically clean it's boring."

Meanwhile Yuki had kissed down his body and was trying to remove his pants. Charlie lifted his hips to allow her to pull them off as Yoko started to kiss him and play with his nipples. Charlie's heart was thumping when Yuki stood up and removed her clothes. She smacked Yoko on the bottom and pushed her head away.

"I want him to eat me," she growled. "I am twenty years old and I've never had anyone do that to me." She stood beside the bed inches from his head legs apart her pussy shining in the light. "Will you eat my Japanese pussy?" she asked.

Charlie slid over closer and reached out to take her by the legs and pull her body closer. "I'd love to," he whispered as he spread the lips of her clean shaven pussy. It was moist inside welcoming his probing finger. He watched his finger disappear and twisted it feeling for her clit. Yuki couldn't wait for his mouth. She pushed her body forward so her pussy was in his face, "lick it," she whispered, "please lick it."

Charlie was in no hurry. The only other pussy he had kissed had belonged to big Michelle. It had been very hairy much of it hidden by thick black curly hair; never the less it had been sweet and hot. He recalled that Michelle had directed his head and tongue with her hands leaving him little time for just looking. Now that he was licking the larger outer lips and the thinner inner lips of this sweet clean shaven Japanese pussy he was not only going to love it and pleasure her but he was going to study it closely so he could learn everything there was to know about pussies.

The scent of her arousal combined with the tentative tasting of her juices made him lose his way but Yuki did not complain when he let his mouth slip to the side and ended up kissing her inner thigh. She just moved her body and grabbed his head moving both body and head until his mouth was once again licking and sucking near his slow moving finger. "I love your pussy," he gurgled with his mouth full, and then stopped trying to talk as he kissed and nibbled on her thick pussy lips while he increased the speed of his finger working it faster and faster in and out of her increasingly steamy pussy. 

Charlie was having a ball listening to her moans and grunts when he recalled how Michelle had bucked and come more than once when he sucked licked and chewed lightly on her little hard clit. Running his hand up he felt the little hood that covered Yuki`s clit. 

He felt her shudder when he lifted it so he could lick round it and near it always stopping just short of touching the tiny erect lump. Then when her moans decreased he licked lightly across her clit once twice three times. Feeling her tense up and start to buck he stopped for a minute then started again until he felt her shudder and come.

As he felt and heard Yuki come down from the last of a number of highs Yoko stopped kissing his cock and stood up to whisper close to his ear, "My turn." Yuki groaned and pulled his head back out of her lap. She leant down and kissed him, "thank you Charlie," she whispered "that was wonderful. "After Yoko`s turn, can we do it again?"

Charlie discovered that night that just as no two women were the same no two pussies were the same. The outer lips of Yoko`s pussy were bigger and fatter than Yuki`s as was her clit. Yoko`s clit stood out reminding him of a little soldier on guard duty while Yuki`s was much smaller always hiding behind its little hood. Charlie learnt through hours of love making, that while pussies may not look the same a man's tongue gently and lovingly licking different clits brought similar reactions from their owners.  

He could not recall a night in which he had had more fun. The two young Japanese lovelies really were starved for a little love and kindness. They rode him and blew him then wrapped themselves round his body kissing stroking and playing with his cock and each others breasts and pussies as they laughed and played the hours away. 

When they left they both cried, "I have never had such a wonderful night," Yuki sighed her eyes full of tears. "Me too," Yoko cried "Not just the sex but the loving and the laughter it was fun." He tried to ease them out but they didn't want to go. Eventually he stood at the door waving as they started to leave. They had only gone a few yards when Yuki ran back to kiss him. "Our friends will be jealous when we tell them; they will all want to have fun with you. Would you do it again with them?" Yoko called, "and with us."

Over the next few days Charlie had many visitors. Most of the girls who worked in the Brothel were from overseas the majority Japanese. He learnt how hard it was for them to make local friends because they rarely stayed more than a few days in the one place. Moving all the time let them see more of the country but it had a downside when it reduced their chances of making friends other than with fellow back packers. 

Charlie started to provide much need male friendship. He made sure that he listened to their problems fixed and repaired their few possessions and always gave them a cuddle and a kiss when they met. After a while when ever any of them had a day off they would spend it with him. His apartment and his bed were never empty. He was joined whenever he finished his studies by one or two girls seeking to either relax or enjoy his body.

Hanako sat and talked with Charlie every night while the girls worked. She knew of their visits to his apartment and encouraged Charlie by rearranging the rosters so that any girl who became a little depressed or off color could have free time to spend with Charlie in his apartment.

The girls responded to his care and concern by turning up for work looking more relaxed and beautiful. Some of the regular customers remarked to Hanako on the changes in the girls making it easier for Charlie to convince her that they should have some free fun time by altering the business hours. She agreed to delay opening until the early evening on some weekdays and Sundays. 

Charlie made arrangements for them all to accompany him to an out of town beach on their first free Sunday. The local boys in their toys created the areas first traffic jam on the town beach when they drove slowly by whistling and calling to the bevy of scantily clad young Japanese ladies sitting at the outdoor tables of the only coffee shop. 

Following the success of that first outing Charlie made a weekly booking with a mini bus company and took them off to local scenic spot in the country then to regional shopping centers and movie houses. 

The weekly outings were a ton of fun but to Charlie's disappointment no matter how hard they tried Hanako never joined them. She would pack them on the bus and wave them off but refused to go out in public. 

Trying to find an answer, Charlie invited the doctor who did the smears and blood tests on the girls to have morning tea in his apartment. Two or three of the girls joined him when he told them he wanted to do something about Hanako`s face. The doctor recommended a visiting surgeon who came north two or three times a year. "He does a lot of plastic surgery if any one can help her he can." Charlie agreed and asked for a referral for Hanako. The doctor noticing his enthusiasm said she would use her staff to see if she could arrange an early appointment. " 

That night when business was slack Charlie slipped his arm around Hanako`s waist and whispered, "I've arranged an appointment for you with a top surgeon I want him to look at your face." 

She reacted violently," No," she cried. "No leave me alone I don't want you doing things for me." She tried to pull away but he held her tight. "Don't be so bloody stupid," he shouted, "the girls and I will pay if you are too bloody mean. If you refuse I'll carry you there kicking and screaming. Do it for us if you're too bloody stubborn to do it for yourself." She struggled in his arms until he slipped back over the lounge and she fell on top of him his hand holding her breast.

She looked at him her twisted face making it hard to see what she was feeling. "No don't," she whispered. "Oh yes," he replied as he rolled her large long nipple between his thumb and finger. She struggled but he held her in his arms. When he felt her nipple grow hard he kissed her distorted lips. "You have a beautiful sexy body. I am not letting you hide it from me while you wallow in pity. We are going to fix that face so I can kiss you properly when we make love." 

"Oh no," she moaned, "not me." Charlie would not be denied. "Yes you, if you won't do it for yourself do it for me and the girls." He turned her over on his lap as the girls watched and gave her five hearty smacks on her bottom. The room gasped in surprise when she stopped struggling and lay quiet across his lap. 

Her twisted face had broken into what could only be described as a grin when Charlie pulled her to her feet and slipped his arm around her waist. He looked at the smiling girls. "Its time for things to change around here." He growled. "I will be taking Hanako to the doctor."

For all his bravado Charlie worried that he may have gone too far. He was ready to say sorry when they met the next morning but when he saw her smiling face he knew that she wanted him to take charge. He immediately started to issue orders on Hanako`s behalf telling her that she must keep the doctors appointment and gradually taking over the girls work roster. 

He was delighted at the immediate change in Hanako. Now her eyes shone in her face replacing the lack luster look that she had adopted in the past. She laughed when Charlie teased the girls even joining in the discussions when they planned future trips. 

Charlie would slip his arm around her when they met. Each time he would slip his hand up to hold her firm breasts through her clothes while he kissed her twisted lips. Gradually she accepted and welcomed his kisses easing her mouth open until she accepted his tongue and responded with her own. 

Three weeks later all of the girls who weren't working stood outside the rear door of Charlie's apartment and waved as he escorted Hanako to a hired limo and they took off for the visiting specialists waiting rooms. 

In the limo Hanako gripped his hand hard, she was scared. "Will you come in with me?" she asked. Charlie laughed, "They'll be hard pressed trying to keep me away. I won't leave you. I will be with you whenever you want me." It was nearly three hours later when they emerged from the doctors rooms to find Yoko waiting outside. "It took so long I thought I should come up and find out what happened." She explained nervously. 

Hanako took hold of her hand and kissed her in what was for her an unusual display of public affection. "Its wonderful news," she cried. "He says a lot of it is superficial and even though it is old it can be easily remedied. It will mean a number of major and minor operations and some pain, but he said I will have a new beautiful face when he finishes." 

The celebrations in Charlie's apartment continued throughout the night. It was just after midnight when Charlie led Hanako off to his bedroom. When he tried to undress her she whispered, "No." He held her at arms length so he could look at her, "I want you," he said pulling her close. 

"And I want you," she replied with a little nervous giggle. "But I want to wait until I get my new face." Then she surprised Charlie when she rubbed her hand along the front of his pants over his erection. "I want you to put a smile on my good face not the bad one"

Charlie could not believe that Hanako had rubbed his erect cock even though it was still in his pants. She had never acted like this before. "My god," he groaned, "that's nice do it again." He was disappointed when she smiled shyly and signaled him to be quiet.

"I knew you would be horny but I wanted to make sure. The new girl Etsu has never had a customer; she is very beautiful you should sleep with her tonight." Before he could speak she turned towards the bedroom door, "It will be good for her and relieve you. I will call her." 

He watched her walk away and shook his head as he though how much different the new Hanako was compared with the one he had met when he first visited the brothel. In the past she had never touched his cock other than accidentally when massaging his legs. Now she was rubbing it and promising much more. He smiled wryly to himself, well at least she's not jealous he though as he watched her bring Etsu into the room and lead her over to meet him.

Etsu was trembling inside she was scared and wanted to hide. At home in Japan she had treasured her virginity but traveling with her friends overseas it had become something to laugh about. She had decided to change all that before she returned home and asked for a job in the brothel. 

Hanako took her hand, "Etsu is very shy, her friends have joined us here so they can extend their holiday and she has joined up with them." She looked at Etsu who stood trembling with her head down. "Have you had a man?" she asked. Etsu spoke so quietly that they did not hear her. "Are you a virgin?" Hanako asked as she lifted Etsu`s head so they could see her face.

Etsu spoke very softly, "I have touched a mans penis but I have never had one in me." Charlie bent down so he could look into her eyes, "My God girl, why in the hell do you want to sell your cherry in a brothel?" he asked. 

There were tears in her eyes when she whispered. "I don't, but it's the only way to get more money so I can stay with the rest of my friends." Charlie spoke angrily, "Bugger your friends, how much money will you need?" "At least two thousand dollars," she whispered. Charlie looked at Hanako, "Give it to her. I'll pay you back." 

Hanako was all smiles; she hugged Charlie holding him tight. "I always knew you were a good man. Yoko will tell you that I never let young girls like Etsu sell their virginity in my house. I have money; she can work for me in my travel office while her older friends earn their money from their customers. When they leave she will have more than enough money."

Etsu kissed them both before taking Charlie's hand, "go to bed now?" she asked. "Bloody hell," Charlie groaned, "didn't you understand. You don't have to sleep with customers we will look after you." "I know," whispered Etsu, "but I want to sleep with you."

Hanako shoved Charlie towards the bed, "she wants to be loved; the girls have told her you are a kind and considerate lover. She wants you to be her first. She came in here to do just that. What we have decided about work does not change that."




Charlie



The clock on the bookcase chimed 3 just as I finished the last sip of the Scotch I was drinking. I took a moment to savor the last little bit of flavor, the 35 year old Glen Garioch was too good not to. Putting the latest offering from Tom Clancy on the table next to my chair, I got up to change. I placed the empty glass in the sink as I passed by, and then found a clean overshirt to wear. Stripping out of my casual clothes I put on my trunks and the shirt before gathering the sun screen and my shades. 

I had flown in from New York City this morning, and was planning to spend the next 2 weeks here in St. marten. I was glad to get out of the city and also glad to be here enjoying the sun and warm temperatures since the cold and snow in the city made it unappealing to me. I always enjoyed my time on this island and saw no reason why the next 2 weeks would be any different. Now ready for the beach and certain that the worst of the day's heat was diminishing, I headed out the back door to the patio. Across the patio I could see the rustic looking Iron Gate that was intended to inform visitors that this was not public property. Despite its age and appearance, the gate had a state of the art alarm system and opened on its own with the proper code on the camouflaged keypad. The gate glided silently open, I walked through and then the gate closed behind me. 

I walked down the slight hill through the underbrush onto rouge beach. In my opinion this was one of the best beaches on the island and also one of the lesser known. Finding it required one to have some knowledge that it was here, the beach was not one that was easily happened upon by tourists. Right now, the beach was filled with sun worshippers. Although there would be more as the sun got lower in the sky, there were still several hundred people on the beach although its size made that number seem less. I had no problem finding a place to set up my beach towel and sit to watch the people for a while. The perspiration was just starting to bead up on my skin as I sat and started with the sun block. Spending most of my time in the city during the winter, I was white as I could be and knew little time in the sun would turn me into a lobster if not careful. I had dispensed with the shirt and once properly protected from the sun, I sat back to take a look around. 

People watching was one of my favorite things to do here, those on the beach were polar opposites to the suits I dealt with regularly in the city. One of the benefits to a semi secluded beach is that most of the women on the beach were topless. A fair number were also here without the bottoms. I wasn't the pervert here only to ogle the naked women, but since the view was offered I could hardly do otherwise than to enjoy. There were a few naked men as well, but their number was few. I didn't see anyone here that was concerned with their own nudity or that of the others. 

As I was paying more attention to individual people, I noticed 2 young women sitting on a large beach towel about 30 feet in front of me and to the side a bit. From the back it was difficult to see everything, but one was wearing a not too revealing 2 piece suit and reading a book. Her friend was wearing (or hardly wearing) a miniscule 2 piece suit that covered almost nothing, at least in the back. She was blonde, really blonde with her hair in a ponytail half way down her back. Her skin was well tanned, much more so than her friend and the little bits of her suit would not have covered tan lines even if she had any. 

As I was casually watching from the back, the blonde stood up and stretched, then put her hands behind her back and released the top of her suit. She really did not have to stand up to do this, but it looked to me as though she was putting on a show and expected to be watched. She certainly was being watched, I noticed that just about everyone within 100 yards had stopped what they were doing and just watched as she stood there with her large breasts now hanging free. I got a better look at her standing, and then she turned slightly almost as if to give a better view. She was tall, close to 6 feet and her breasts were very large, even for someone that tall. A thought struck me, she was Barbie personified. I wondered if the bottom would follow the top, but as small as it was, there wasn't much left to the imagination even if she did not remove it. She sat down and went back to her people watching, the show now over. The rest of the beach goers went back to their own activities and the beach returned to normal. 

Barbie was certainly attractive, but not the only woman on the beach who was worth looking at. I watched for a while as my skin warmed up under the tropical sun, not concentrating on anyone in particular. I had owned the house for 15 years now and spent several weeks here each year. The novelty of naked and half naked women on the beach wore off pretty quickly, but I still enjoyed the scene. After half an hour, I knew I was getting near my limit for sun, even with the block. One of my favorite activities here was swimming in the ocean, and that would take me to the end of my time outdoors for today. I stood and removed my trunks, I always swam in the ocean nude. I was not paying too much attention, but was certain my suit removal had not attracted near the amount of attention that Barbie's had. 

I walked to the water, passing within a few feet of the 2 women as I did. Once waist deep in the water, I dove in and started swimming, heading directly out into the ocean. The feeling of the cool water on my skin as I move through it was something I looked forward to every time I came to the island. I tried to take care of myself physically and this was one way to do it that did not seem so much like effort. I went out about a mile before turning and heading back to the beach. I was out of practice, but not so much so that I felt myself in any danger of not making the return trip safely. I swam until I could stand, and then walked out onto the beach. I stopped for a minute or 2 to catch my breath, and then walked toward my spot. 

As I passed the 2 women, Barbie stood up and stepped into my path. She had evidently removed her bottom while I was swimming, she now was totally nude. Her companion was still wearing both pieces of her own suit. 

"Looks like you have a pretty powerful stroke there. Maybe we can do it together sometime." She started. 

I noticed that she looked at my crotch as she was stressing the words 'stroke' and 'do it together'. 

Ignoring the thought, I responded "Do you swim much?" 

"Not really, but I wouldn't mind if you were to show me more of your stroke, say one on one." 

The sexual innuendo was definitely there, even more strongly since I had apparently ignored her first attempt. I glanced inconspicuously at her friend who seemed to be somewhat embarrassed at the tone of the conversation. 

"I'm not sure I could teach you much." I answered, not intending to give her an opening, but after I said it, I realized my words could be taken several ways. 

"I'll bet you can teach me a lot of things, how about if we give it a try?" 

There was certainly nothing indirect about her answer, and I suspect nothing indirect about her at all. Here was an open invitation to spend time with a hot woman who seemed intent on one thing. I had met a number of this type of woman on the island in the past, something about being here in the tropical paradise was liberating for them. 

I had not intended to pick up a woman here, but was intrigued by her beauty and her directness. I had no doubt that her interest in me was purely sexual and since I had not slept with anyone in several days, a night with her would certainly be enjoyable for me. 

"What did you have in mind?" I asked. 

"How about if we go back to your place and discuss things, before you show me that stroke of yours." Was her answer. 

Again, I noticed out of the corner of my eye the embarrassment on her friends face, though she hid it well behind the book she was still reading, or perhaps trying to look as though she was reading. 

"Sounds like a plan to me." I offered. 

"Are you staying on the French side or the Dutch?" she asked, referring to the division of the island. 

She had not seen me come down the path from the house above, I assume she was wondering how far and how long to get where we were going. 

"Actually, I am on the French side. I own the house right up that path." Pointing to the spot where I had emerged from the undergrowth. 

She looked where I was pointing, then up the hill toward the house. The trees and bushes hid it from view, but I could see a smile form on her lips as she realized that we did not have far to go. 

"I'm Gina, by the way. How about you?" 

"Charlie." 

"Glad to meet you, Charlie. Just give me a minute to grab my things." 

Gina took the bottoms of her suit from her bag and pulled them on, but the top was left in the bag. She put her sun glasses and a tube of sun tan cream into the bag, and then said to her companion, "Mandy, you can get back to the room by yourself, right? You already have the car keys, I will see you sometime tomorrow." 

Mandy dropped her book long enough to say "Have fun", before going back to her reading. 

I couldn't discern anything from her short comment, but I felt she was put off by Gina's behavior. I could understand if she was, Gina was leaving with a stranger she had only met 5 minutes before and there was no doubt about what we would be doing. 

With her bag over her shoulder, Gina walked the few feet to my own beach towel where I got my things together, pulled on my trunks and started toward the path. I motioned for Gina to take the lead, I would follow. 

"Just go up the path, you will come to the gate soon." I instructed. 

As she moved off in front of me, I got a good look at her nearly naked ass cheeks, solid and firm. The muscles rippled in that ass as well as her legs as she climbed the slight incline. The thong she was wearing did not cover much at all and I knew full well she was completely aware of that fact as she walked in front of me. 

At the gate, I entered the code on the touch pad and the gate opened for us. I led the way across the patio and set my things down on the table. Gina was looking all around, checking out the house and the grounds that she could see from here. 

"This is your place? You own it, not just staying here?" she asked. 

"It's all mine. I bought it about 15 years ago and come here a few times a year to wind down and distress." 

"So now what?" Gina asked, obviously wanting to do something other than just look over my house. 

I walked over to the refrigerator in the back wall of the house and took out a bottle of water for me. 

"What can I get for you?" I asked.

"What do you have?" Gina responded. 

I had not really looked to see what was in the fridge, but usually I had a good assortment of juices, beer and wine. I took a closer look then offered "I have water and beer, there are some bottles of fruit juice, and I even have a couple of wine coolers. Anything strike your fancy?" 

"I'll have one of the wine coolers, please." 

"Coming right up. Would you like it in a glass or is the bottle OK?" I asked. 

"Bottle is fine. You won't have to wash a glass because of me." She said with a smile. 

I retrieved the bottle from the rear of the fridge, removed the top and handed it to her. Taking a sip from my own water, I offered "Cheers!" 

Gina replied "right back at you." before taking a large drink from the cold bottle. 

She had calmed a bit from her earlier anxious demeanor, now sitting in one of the chairs around the table. As she sipped her drink, she was taking a closer look at the surroundings and then looked off toward the ocean beyond the back fence. I always enjoyed just sitting here and watching the water, it was somehow calming to me for reasons I didn't understand. The table was shaded by several trees on the side of the house and sitting here with a bit of a breeze and watching the water below, I thought to myself just how fortunate I was to have bought this place. 

The house had been built in the late 1930's, the original owner had foreseen what was happening in Europe and moved here from France in anticipation of the German occupation of that country. His family had old money, and he found living here more to his liking than going back to the family business once the war was over. The property was passed down to his son and then to that son's own son. Unfortunately, high living and the poor economy in Europe meant that keeping the home here was not possible. I was looking for a retreat from the cold New York winters at that time and was lucky enough to get the property. The home had been well built in the 30's, but after some 60 years, it needed a lot of repair and upgrading, but that was soon taken care of and I usually try to get here 3 or 4 times a year. 

I had finished the water and told Gina that I needed to get a shower to remove the salt and sun block. She looked at the back door, finished the last of her own drink and asked "Got room for one more in that shower?" 

I was already removing my trunks as I answered "Suit yourself. There's plenty of room." 

Gina looked a bit confused as I walked across the patio, but seeing the outdoor shower on the other side, smiled broadly, quickly removed her own suit and followed me. The patio had a shower enclosure that was 3 sided, built with marble blocks about 5 feet high. There was a single overhead shower head that sprayed enough water for a small army if necessary. 

I looked back to see her walking quickly over to me, noticing for the first time her large breasts bouncing on her chest with each step. She had been in front of me before, and I had taken notice of her backside but seeing her from the front was indeed impressive. The rosy nipples were just starting to harden and protrude from the rest of the breast as she got closer. She had removed the small thong she was wearing and now I could see the wispy blonde pubic hair. I had not taken much notice as we spoke on the beach, but now I was going to do a better job of inspecting her body as she put it on display for me. 

She got into the enclosure with me and the water I had turned on was now spraying over both of us. I handed her the soap and she started lathering up herself, taking her time with her breasts and then moving further down her body. She was watching me to see my reaction to her efforts, and I was not immune to the subtle teasing she was doing. My cock had started to respond, though it was still a ways from full erection. Gina decided to change that by moving over to me and rubbing her now soap covered body against my own. Her large breasts pressed hard into my chest, the soap making them slippery as she moved them all around my torso. She had also pressed her crotch into my own and was doing wonderful things to my cock that was now a lot closer to full erection. I put my arms around her back and pulled her body tight against mine. I could feel her hard nipples press into my chest, rubbing across my own nipples from time to time as she was able to continue moving her tits around even with us held tightly together. 

I took the soap from her hands and went to work lathering up her back. I started at her shoulders, moving her pony tail aside and over her shoulder for the time being. I worked down her back and then got to the perfect ass I had watched moving ahead of me as we walked up from the beach. It felt as good as it had looked, and Gina was murmuring in my ear as I rubbed my soapy hands all over it, sliding up and down her crack. She was grinding her pussy against my cock in ever smaller circles as she attempted to get it into position to let my now fully hard cock tease her lips. 

Gina was almost as tall as I am. This did not happen often but not having to bend to reach her ass and having her right at eye level as we were working up our passion was a nice change. She started kissing as I was toying with her back door and she had found the target she was looking for with her searching pussy lips. Our tongues met and got to know the other better as we continued kissing and sliding our slippery bodies over each other. The water from the shower had rinsed most of the soap from us, but we were wet enough to continue our game. I continued to rub her ass cheeks but Gina pulled apart enough to get her hand between us and took hold of my cock. She was pulling it down and moving the tip across those pussy lips, I could feel it passing between the outer lips as she worked it. With us at the same height, my cock was right in position to enter her pussy which I assumed was now hot and ready. Gina had been moaning all along, but the tone of her moans was now more urgent so I took the initiative and shoved my cock forward when I felt it move between her lips. Gina was surprised, but that did not stop her from groaning with the feel then expressing her arousal saying "O baby, fuck me!" 

I put my arms around behind her, moved us to the side of the enclosure and pressed her back up against the marble wall. Gina knew what to do, she pulled her legs up and locked them behind my ass as I started pumping my cock deep into her hot and very wet pussy. I was holding her ass cheeks as I rammed my cock into her and felt it bottom out each time I stroked in. She was moaning with each thrust, grunting as my cock filled her and pushing back to meet me. 

Gina had some amazing muscle control in her pussy, she was grabbing my cock with each stroke and holding on to it as I attempted to pull out for the next thrust. I could feel her tensing her stomach and working those abdominal muscles as I continued to pound into her, wondering how she managed to maintain such control as she writhed with pleasure on my cock. She had been kissing me from the minute my cock entered her and had not let go of my tongue since. I was now intimately familiar with the inside of her mouth and would occasionally nip her tongue as she would do the same to me. With her back braced against the wall of the shower, she was not as heavy as she would have been without it, so we kept up our pace, hoping the wall would not fall down with all the pounding it was taking as I rammed my cock into Gina's hungry pussy. 

Gina broke our kiss, shouting into my ears "O my God, here it comes. Don't stop, keep fucking me! Just like that, O no..." 

Her words trailed off as she started to moan then broke into an orgasmic scream that had to be heard by half the people down on the beach. Her arms around my back pulled tighter and her body shuddered as she felt her orgasm roll over her body, higher and higher, until she peaked with a tremendous convulsion on my cock. Her vaginal muscles spasmed, released and then gripped my cock so firmly I could not pull out easily. I felt my own climax rising and wondered if my semen could overcome the pressure of those internal muscles to find release. I did not have to worry, I felt the hot liquid shoot up through my cock and force its way into the hot pussy that was holding my cock captive. I could not continue stroking, so just pushed in as far as I could and held Gina's body to mine as her orgasm continued to cause tremors throughout her body. My own legs were getting rubbery from holding her up as my orgasm took some of my strength away, but I was in no danger of falling or dropping Gina. 

After several minutes to calm down, Gina was again able to speak. 

"Wow! That was amazing. Want to do it again?" 

The truth was that I would be glad to do it again, but first I would need some rest. I am not as young as I used to be so I can't recover quite as quickly. 

"I'd love to, but how about if we have dinner first. I think there are some fresh shrimp in the refrigerator, I can get a fire going and grill them for us." 




Charlie



Gina looked into my eyes and kissed me softly. "I knew you would be a good lover when I saw you on the beach. Now, you can cook too? I think this is going to be a very interesting evening." 

I had recovered enough of my energy to move us into the water which had continued to run as we were fucking against the wall. As the warm water cascaded over our tired bodies, Gina unlocked her legs that had been wrapped around my waist and lowered herself to the ground. As she did this, my cock slid out of the warm pussy that had been home to it for the last half hour and Gina ran her hand over it a few times as she felt its absence from her vagina. 

"I expect to see a lot more of him after we eat!" she added suggestively. 

Once thoroughly rinsed off, we left the shower and I walked to the cabinet on the back wall of the house and took out 2 clean towels. We dried then I found 2 short robes to put on, no sense getting dressed now if we would be getting undressed again later. Gina had no clothes with her other than the swim suit she had been almost wearing when she accompanied me up from the beach. 

As I handed her the robe, Gina commented "You come prepared. I guess it is too much to believe I am the first woman who has been here with you like this." 

She wasn't, but I don't think it would be appropriate to tell her something like that. I let the comment go, asking if she would like something else to drink. 

"The fire will take some time to get ready and the shrimp are cleaned, but I can make a salad to go with them if you like." 

"You can get me another wine cooler. I'll drink it while I watch you cook. Having a man take care of me is a real turn-on." Gina was smiling broadly with this comment. 

"I don't often get the chance to cook, for myself or anyone else. At home, my life is too hectic to take the time so mostly I end up in restaurants. I guess I could find the time if I wanted, but just don't always have the motivation." 

"Where's home?" Gina asked. 

"I live and work in New York City. 

"You must be doing well to live there and have this place too." She suggested. 

I resisted the offer to spill too much about myself, but answered "yeah, business is pretty good. I bought this place just to get away from the rat race once in a while." 

"So, what kind of work do you do?" 

I had started the charcoal burning and the fire would be hot enough soon. I reflected for a minute before answering. I had been working on Wall Street my entire career, now almost 20 years. I had graduated from Princeton with a degree in finance (Magna Cum Laude) and then the MBA from Wharton (Summa Cum Laude). I did not do much by design, but somehow managed to meet the right people and join the right organizations. I had a dozen offers before I graduated and took a position with one of the largest investment banks on Wall Street. I had started at the top and had managed to stay there. In answer to Gina's question I offered "I manage a venture capital firm. We find funding for entrepreneurs who have a good idea." 

"That sounds interesting, but I can see how it would be stressful to you also. If I did that I would be down here in the islands several times a year too." She added. 

I didn't want to get into things in any depth, but Gina sounded like she had some idea of the type of work I did. I didn't mention that I had started the firm and also owned it. 

There were a dozen medium sized shrimp in the fridge so I took them and slid them onto a couple of skewers, interspersing the shrimp with pineapple, papaya and plantains. I tore up some leaf lettuce and mixed up a simple Caesar dressing and dinner was ready with minimal effort in a short time. Gina had been watching the process as I worked and marveled at my skill. 

"This looks wonderful and the smell is even better. I think I could get used to having a man cook for me." She laughed. 

Gina's wine cooler was gone, so I offered to open a bottle of wine. She was more than willing to split it with me, so I found the cork screw and had a nice Chablis on the table as the rest of the dinner was plated up. 

I offered a toast to new friends and Gina added her own, "to tonight!" 

We took a sip of the wine then started on the food. I watched as Gina started with the salad then picked at the shrimp and fruit. She did not say much as she ate, but the expression on her face let me know she liked dinner. I enjoyed my own, and having a view of her nice tits as she ate helped the mood. Gina had not tied nor closed her robe since I gave it to her. I knew there was some exhibitionism in her, but mostly I think she was just more comfortable wearing fewer clothes. Her breasts jiggled nicely as she ate and I took every opportunity to watch as the hard nipples would peek out from under the sides of the robe as her hands moved over the food. 

The sun had disappeared by the time we finished dinner, the days were short in January, even here in the tropics. We were both sipping our second glass of wine and just allowing the feeling of our surroundings to maintain the mood. 

"I was thinking of a midnight swim in the ocean, but would rather have a slow fuck in a real bed. Are you game?" Gina asked as she finished the last of her wine. 

"Now there's an offer I can't refuse. Shall we go inside?" 

"You lead the way, it's your house." Gina laughed. 

I opened the back door and turned on a low light in the main room. The house was comfortable without being too over furnished. The temperature inside was still warm from the day, but the bedroom was cooler. I had air conditioned the master bedroom shortly after I bought the place, but rarely used it, preferring to rely on the ceiling fans to keep the air moving. Inside the bedroom, I turned on the fan and a single light on the nightstand. Gina looked around approvingly as she studied the interior of my room, mostly looking at the king sized bed. She turned to me and removed my robe before shrugging off her own. We were both naked beneath the robes and she put her arms around my neck and pulled me to herself. She kissed me softly at first, and then offered her thanks for a very nice dinner. 

I told Gina that the dinner was no trouble at all and then continued "Now, however, I am ready for dessert!" 

With that, I took hold of her large breasts in each hand, feeling them for the first time directly instead of crushed against my chest. They were large, really large. Each was more than a handful, maybe even more than 2 handfuls. Her nipples had been hard ever since the beginning of our shower outside and had not diminished in size or hardness since. I could feel them poking into the palms of my hands as I massaged the firm flesh. Gina allowed me to play for a bit before she pulled us both down onto the bed. We were lying side by side as I continued my exploration of her tits, but soon moved down a bit to sample them with my mouth. I sucked her left nipple into my mouth and then sucked hard, drawing a gasp from Gina who had stopped our kiss as I moved down. She was watching as I nursed at her breast, her hands pulling my head hard into herself. I continued sucking the left as my other hand found then pulled at her right nipple. It was hard and ready, soon to be the target of my sucking. I moved from the left to the right and Gina squirmed as the feelings she was experiencing in her breasts changed as I started the hungry sucking on the other side. She was moaning and sighing with pleasure as I continued to give her breasts attention. 

After I had spent enough time (for now) enjoying the feel of those tits in my mouth, I moved further down and played with her body, using my tongue to tease her as I moved in on the next target for my mouth action. Once I reached a point below her waist, Gina spread her legs wide and I slid between them, taking a moment to appreciate the look and feel of her pussy in the low light. I ran my whole face all around her swollen pussy lips, letting the short hair tickle my skin. As I started to close in on the lips that had grown wetter even as I toyed with them, my touch was eliciting more moans and sighs from Gina. She was lying with her head and shoulders up on 2 pillows, getting a good look at all I was doing with my mouth. Knowing she was waiting for my tongue to find the right spot, I decided not to tease any and went first to the quivering lips, then straight to the prize. I had pulled her outer lips apart with my fingers and taken the swollen clit into my mouth, causing a sudden intake of breath, then a small scream of pleasure. I sucked and worked the clit with my tongue, and Gina's sighs and screams only got louder and longer. I could feel the liquid seeping from her pussy as I teased her lips with my fingers as I ate, then I inserted a finger as deeply as I could into her pussy to judge its readiness for a visit from my hard cock. Gina jumped at the touch of my finger inside her pussy, but shouted for me to keep eating and fingering her. I had thought to slide up and give her the slow fuck she had wanted, but now I would continue to pleasure her this way until she begged for my cock. 

Gina had spread her legs as far apart as they would go when I first started and now I lifted up and she put her feet on the mattress and started bucking her crotch into my face with abandon. Her ass was humping up off the bed and I was having trouble keeping her clit gripped in my mouth, the finger I had inserted was now teasing the sensitive spot just inside her hot pussy. Her screams were now getting louder and longer, I could barely understand what had earlier been words of encouragement. I knew she was not far from her climax and doubled my efforts to get her to that point. Gina had been rubbing her breasts as I was working, but as her actions got wilder, she moved her hands to the back of my head and forced my mouth against her crotch, helping me to maintain my grip on her hard clit. I knew she was only seconds away, the vaginal muscles that had held my cock immobile earlier were now trying to do the same to the finger I had inserted into her pussy. She had remarkable muscle control and even with her orgasm imminent, I felt the muscles maintain their strong grip on me. 

Gina was now breathing hard, sucking air noisily into her lungs each time she humped her ass off the bed. I held on tightly, sucked her clit hard and ravaged the end with my tongue. That was all it took to send her over the edge, and she screamed louder and longer than she had earlier in the shower. Her body stopped its movements, all but the involuntary shuddering that was happening within her hot pussy. She had stiffened at the first wave and lost all control, all except the hands that continued to force my mouth into her spasming pussy. I knew how sensitive it would likely be, so slowed my licking and sucking to a bare minimum to allow her to settle at her own pace. After several minutes like this, I felt her body start to relax and she let go of my head which enabled me to lift up and get a good look at her in her after-climax bliss. She had closed her eyes and was lying there with a huge grin on her face. Her breasts were still heaving, though not as much as when her orgasm was building to its peak. I marveled at the size and the firmness of those breasts, indeed much like the Barbie doll she resembled. 

Remembering her wish for a slow fuck, I moved out from between her legs and brought my body up until we were again face to face. I kissed her softly, and then asked if she wanted it from the front or from behind. I saw a grin form and she simply said "You choose!" 

With the decision mine, the choice was an easy one to make. I moved far enough off her to roll her over onto her stomach and then pulled up on her hips, allowing her to get her knees under her. I moved in behind and took a few seconds to marvel at the beauty of the ass presented to me. 

With a giggle, Gina said "I was hoping you would like it this way." 

I caressed her warm ass cheeks as I appreciated the sight of them, then looking down a bit, appreciated the sight of her dripping pussy, the lips spread and swollen, waiting for the hard cock that was soon to enter. Not wanting to disappoint, I ran my cock up between the lips to moisten the tip, then slowly pushed it into the void between those lips. I had recovered from the earlier workout and now was more than ready to do some more stroking. Wasn't that what Gina had come here for in the first place? 

She gasped again with the feel as my cock slid into a very wet and slippery pussy. My tongue action had added to her own wetness and there was no question that I would be able to keep that wetness flowing. I grabbed her hips and started a slow, rhythmic in and out as she was moaning and begging me to keep her pussy satisfied. She would push her ass back each time I stroked into her and we set a pace for ourselves that I knew would last a long time but would end with each of us giving the other a mind shattering orgasm. That was the plan, but Gina was starting to push back at me with an increasing speed and vigor, something that I matched without conscious thought. 

My intention to make this a slow, intimate love making session had gone by the wayside. Gina's desire for that sensual time together had been betrayed by her own bodies more carnal desire for passion and the raw, animalistic coupling that was even now picking up speed. I started ramming into her with more vigor and her return thrusting was just as vigorous. Gina had pushed up onto her arms to give herself more power to push back against my pistoning cock. I could see her hanging tits jiggling crazily as their weight pulled them down from her heaving chest. 

"O God, that cock of yours is splitting me in half. Don't Stop!! I love it, keep that hard thing in me until I pass out! Fuck me, then fuck me some more!" 

Her words were coming in short bursts between the moans and whimpering she was doing as I kept pounding in, harder and faster. I could feel and hear each slap of my crotch as it slammed into her ass cheeks. Those cheeks were firm and muscled, but the feel against my loins was exquisite each time I slapped against her. I had taken her by the hips and had not moved my hands since we started and I was using them to slam her onto my cock with each thrust. 

Gina was trying to speak, but the words came out as a babble of incoherent speech, her ability to form her thoughts into word was now long gone. Soon, even the attempt to speak had been lost as her moaning turned into longer and louder screams of pleasure. I knew she was close and the thought helped me move closer to my own climax. My cock had been buried in her tight pussy for what seemed like mere minutes, but the clock chimed 10 and I realized we had come into the bedroom shortly before 8. Funny what little things will creep into your mind during otherwise intense moments of concentration. Right now, I was concentrating on getting Gina to the point she would pull my own climax from my loins, I knew it wasn't long. 

As if to confirm my thoughts, Gina started to tense up, almost to the point of paralysis. She stopped pushing her pussy back at me and at the same time, dropped her face to the pillow and screamed into it, long and loud. Even with the pillow muffling her cries, I could tell she was in the middle of a massive orgasm. I was deep inside her, the muscles she had been using to massage my cock now holding it immobile and squeezing with even more pressure. I was lost in the moment, paying attention to her shouts and trying to get every nerve impulse in my cock to send its message of pleasure to my brain. That is exactly what happened and my own release came with more force than I had seen from my cock in quite a while. The hot jets of semen exploding from the tip and shooting deep into Gina's womb sent her into another screaming orgasm, now grasping my cock with her vaginal muscles even tighter. I slumped down onto her back and in turn she slumped down flat on the bed. My cock was still trapped inside her pussy and as far as I could tell, showed no signs of shrinking. I lay across her back and just held her close as she continued to tremor and spasm from the effort. My cock would occasionally jump as the pussy muscles trembled around it and this would give Gina a moment of shivering. 

After several minutes like this, both our bodies started to return to normal and I was able to pull my now limp cock out of Gina. She turned to face me and said "that wasn't the slow fuck I was looking for, but I certainly won't complain about the result." She laughed at the comment as I slid my arm around her shoulders and caressed her cheek with the other hand. 

"I guess I get 7's for style, but all 10's for technique." 

Gina giggled at this then she snuggled herself into my arms and we both relaxed and soon were sleeping. 

***

I was awakened the next morning by the feel of a hand sliding up and down my cock which was quickly rising in response to the stimulation. It did not take me long to remember where I was and who was here with me. I opened my eyes to see Gina watching her hand action as she rested her head on my shoulder. I still had an arm around her and used it to pull her closer to me so I could get a good morning kiss from her. She obliged and at the same time, kept up her sliding action on my cock which had risen to full hardness by now. Seeing my cock at full attention, Gina swung a leg over me and sat up on my crotch, pressing my cock flat against my abdomen under her pussy. She started sliding back and forth using the feel of my cock against her lips to stimulate herself and start her juices flowing prior to what I expected to be a nice morning ride. 

"Bonjour Meester Charlie." Came a voice as a woman entered the room. 

Gina was startled for a second, but stopped her actions only momentarily. 

"Bonjour Brigit." I responded. 

Brigit had come into the bedroom carrying fresh towels and seeing I had company asked "Two for breakfast this morning?" 

"Oui, 2." 

Brigit was my housekeeper here on the island. She took care of things while I was here and also watched over the house when I wasn't. She had been the one to stock the food and drink before I came down and would provide various domestic services to me as long as I was here. 

One of the conditions of sale when I bought the property had been that I would keep her mother on as my own housekeeper. She had worked for the family of the former owner for quite a few years and he wanted to reward her loyalty. I had no problem with this request, it would save me the hassle of finding someone to watch over things for me. However, Brigit's mother had begged me to allow her daughter to take over her duties. Brigit was young and needed a job. I met her and immediately had visions of the classic French maid running through my mind. She was very attractive and I fantasized about what she and I might do in this house in the future; However, I soon found that she had a young son and although not yet showing, another was on the way. I have a personal policy about not getting involved with married women, so my fantasy was dashed even before it really took hold. 

Brigit had been everything I needed as a housekeeper and I had no problems with anything she did. I learned quickly that she would go about her duties regardless of what else was happening. She would walk in on me showering or changing, no apology, just acting as if this was a normal occurrence. With her, I guess it was normal. She had seen me with more than one woman, but this morning with Gina had been about as close to seeing me in an actual sex act as had ever occurred. By now I wasn't bothered by her presence and evidently Gina wasn't either. Brigit came out of the bathroom with the old towels and left the room to take care of her other duties. 




Charlie



Brigit's presence had only slowed Gina's actions for a minute, she soon returned to the sliding she was doing on my cock which was now liberally coated with the result of her own arousal. I was lying there enjoying the feeling and just watching the gentle movement of her tits as she rocked back and forth. I lifted my hands to grab those large mammaries and Gina smiled as my hands closed around the flesh. I massaged as I got my hands in position, then pulled the now hardened nipples and was rewarded by a moan of pleasure from Gina and an extra firm pressure on my cock. Gina stopped what she had been doing, and then just sat there a bit as she looked at me. I returned her stare, directly into her eyes, and then urged her to 'mount up'. 

Gina lifted off my cock far enough to move the tip into position and then slowly inserted the head between her well lubed pussy lips. Once properly located, she shoved downward forcing my cock deep into her vagina with a single powerful move. I felt the wonderful sensation of her talented muscles again squeezing the hard shaft I had inserted deep into her. She then started a slow rocking motion that allowed my cock to slide in and out slowly as her muscles pulled and squeezed it on its journey. The slow rocking did not last long, I could see the increasing lust in her eyes and knew it would not be long before she became more active. 

I was right and Gina was soon rising up and then slamming herself back down on my cock. I was nice and hard, the feel of her hot and wet pussy was marvelous and helped me to rise to my peak. I wanted this to last, but from what I had seen from Gina yesterday, I realized that her own powerful libido would soon replace any thoughts she might have of slow and steady with lusty and passionate. She craved the feel of a cock in her pussy and once she had one there, she would use it to get herself off hard and fast. Gina must have been reading my mind, she was even now rising toward the orgasm she wanted so badly. Another stray thought crept into my brain as we were fucking, wondering just what Brigit might think once Gina started her orgasmic screaming. Nothing I could do about it at the moment, and I did not even want to try. Gina would come when she was ready and the result of her climax was what it was. I was getting too close to my own release to be worried about what Brigit might think. 

I didn't have long to wait, Gina had started to move more erratically on my cock and her breathing had returned to the short, deep intake of air she had shown last night. She was also starting to moan and whimper with increasing frequency and volume and I had no doubt Brigit was hearing every sound as she worked about in the kitchen. Gina's pussy juices had been coating my cock and flowing down across my balls the entire time she had been riding me, but as her scream escalated to a crescendo, the amount of fluid coming from that hot orifice immediately doubled and she was in complete orgasm. The vaginal muscles again clamped my cock like a vise and my own semen had to force itself past the grip of her pussy to deposit itself deep into the depths of her vagina. I pulled her down across me as she continued to tremble and try to regain her breath. Her wonderful tits were crushed against my chest and I held her tightly to myself. 

After several minutes like this, Gina had regained enough of her composure to speak. 

"Did I hear something about breakfast?" she asked. 

"Brigit will cook up pretty much whatever you want." I responded. 

"I really don't want to eat and run, but I do have to get back. I think Mandy will worry if I stay away too long. Think we can get a quick shower and then that breakfast you mentioned without taking too much time?" Gina asked with a smile. 

"No problem, shall we go?" I responded, rolling off the bed and offering my hand to Gina. 

We managed to get the shower taken together with minimal sex play. Once out, Gina put on the robe she had been wearing yesterday as I put on my shorts and a shirt. Brigit cooked omelets and bacon to go along with the fresh croissant she had picked up this morning. Before I left to take Gina back to her place, I gave her a pair of my jogging shorts she put on commando and a t-shirt. She had arrived with only her suit yesterday and I thought she might like something else for day wear in the town. She thanked me for my thoughtfulness with a nice sensual kiss and we left for Phillipsburg. 

My Range rover was parked out front where I had left it yesterday after leaving the airport. I knew my way around the island and soon we were in town, Gina directing me to the time share apartment complex she was staying in. She slid over and gave me a quick kiss as her goodbye, saying she had a wonderful time and maybe we could do it again sometime. I responded in kind and watched her nice ass as she walked into the building. I noticed her friend Mandy watching us from a third floor balcony and gave a brief thought to what she might be thinking herself before driving off. 

***

Back at home, I engaged Brigit in conversation for a bit, she had already left before I arrived yesterday. I always enjoyed this time, I got a chance to practice my French although on the island most of the French residents spoke English. I was reasonably fluent, but did need to keep in practice regularly or I would lose it. Brigit did not speak of the events of the morning, rather she talked of goings on around the island and any concerns she needed to make me aware of regarding the house and its upkeep.  

I had poured myself another glass of scotch which I sipped as we spoke. Noon had come and gone but since I did not get up, or at least get out of bed, until later, I passed on Brigit's offer to make lunch for me. 

I watched as she moved through the house, cleaning and tidying up. Not that things were untidy or dirty, but she was a stickler for doing what I paid her to do and even if unnecessary, she still made sure everything was attended to properly. I liked watching her work, she was very attractive and always wore what I called the uniform of the French women on this island. It consisted of a short skirt, maybe 4 inches above the knees and a light blouse. The blouse had enormous arm holes and each time she lifted her arms, I could see a full profile of her nice breasts. I don't think any French woman here even owned a bra. I was surprised when I first bought the property to find that on the French side of the island, 2 piece bathing suits were priced individually. Why pay for a top if one would never wear it. 

Soon, Brigit finished her tasks and left for the day. She had her own family to take care of and she had done more than was necessary around this house. I bid her adieu and I soon heard her ancient Peugeot chugging down the road. 

I refilled my Scotch and sat inside just looking out over the ocean behind the house. I could not see as much from inside as I could from the patio, but at midday, the heat was more than I wanted to endure just now. The ceiling fan kept the air moving enough to be comfortable here, so I just sat and mused. I found myself doing this more often, and even though I told myself I came down here to get away from work and cold NYC, I really just wanted some alone time to think. 

When I was younger, I had put my heart and soul into my work, many days spending 18 hours on the job. That was the price of admission into the club I was in and I did it without complaint. The reward for this dedication and effort was twofold -- I was rising in the eyes of my peers and my compensation was commensurate with my status. I made over $10 million a year before I was 25. My compensation had only gone up since then. Now, at age 41, I had been at the top of my game since I graduated at 23. It wasn't all work and the rewards were ample, but I couldn't complain. Still, lately I had been finding myself questioning my life more and more. I wasn't in the neighborhood of the uber-rich like a Bill Gates or a Warren Buffet, but I could see their houses from mine, if you know what I mean. 

In our younger days, my peers and I followed the path that our predecessors had set out. We would work hard and we would play hard. I had been skiing in the Swiss Alps, diving off the Great Barrier Reef, hang gliding in Patagonia, white water rafting down the Colorado, all the fast living, hard driving activities I could find. I had owned a fleet of Mercedes, a dozen Porches, several Ferrari's, a Lambo, a couple of vintage Corvettes, and more I could not remember. I recently sold a Ferrari pseudo racecar I had custom built for myself for a million 5, $300,000 more than I had paid for it 3 years previously. In that time, I had put a total of 27 miles on the car, all of those at the Ferrari test track in Fiorano when I picked up the car. The car had been shipped from Italy to the US, put into climate controlled storage, and sold without me seeing it again. This really brought home the idea that I did not need to own all these cars. I rarely drove in the city, usually taking a car service whenever I wanted to go somewhere. If I really wanted to drive an exotic car, I could rent one from a specialty company or borrow one from one of my friends. 

My revelation about the cars carried over to my homes. At one time, I owned the 2800 square foot condo on the Upper East Side of Manhattan I live in most of the year, the St. Maarten property, a villa in the south of France, condos in Aspen and Maui. I had bought them because I thought it was expected, but like the cars, had not been to several of the properties in years. I sold the Aspen condo outright, the Maui condo was bought by my company for the use of employees and favored clients, and I had toyed with the idea of getting rid of the French villa. I likely would, but hadn't found the time to make the effort. The island home here was one that I would hang onto, I was finding I liked being here more than in the City. I knew I had to be there to run the business, but if I could find a way to do that remotely, I might never leave the island here. 

I stopped my mind from wandering long enough to refill my glass. I gave a quick thought to going down to the beach again, perhaps Gina would be there. I am not sure if I would invite her back even if she was. I had nothing against her, she had been a wonderful partner for the night, but I didn't think she was looking for anything even semi-permanent and I knew I wasn't. Deciding against the beach this afternoon, I finished the last of my Scotch in a single gulp, got my keys and headed for the Range rover.  

I drove into town and found the building I had dropped Gina at this morning. I parked and walked inside, asking someone what apartment the 'hot blonde' was in. the man smiled broadly as he visualized Gina in his mind, then told me 3C. I took the elevator up to the third floor, found the right room and knocked. 

Mandy opened the door and as she looked at me, her face was uncertain. I was going to say something when a look of recognition appeared as she looked at me more closely. I guess I was different now clothed than I had been yesterday, nude with my wet hair slicked back after my swim. 

"Gina's not here." She said before I had a chance to say anything. "She went out with a guy she met in the lobby after lunch." 

Be still my heart I thought, the melodic tones of an attractive woman with a southern accent, dripping with sugar and sweetness. To me, there is nothing sexier. 

I think her latter comment was meant as a jab at me, letting me know that Gina had already found someone else. 

"Actually, I came to see you. Mandy, isn't it?" I started. 

"My friends call me Mandy. You can call me Amanda. And why would you come here to see me?" she asked. 

Before I could answer, she raised her eyebrows and stated "Oh! I am the fallback. Gina is not here, so you are just looking for someone to keep you company in bed tonight!" 

"Not at all. I really did come here to see you. I did not know if Gina would be here or not, but even if she was, I would like to talk with you." I tried convincing her my intentions were not those of the pussy hound she thought I was. 

"Yeah, right. And what would you have me do? You want me to go back to the nude beach or maybe to your bedroom for another intimate dinner and 'dessert'." 

She was saying the words, but still standing in the door not making an attempt to close it or tell me to go away. I took this as a good sign and continued. 

"My intention was to ask you to dinner. We can go to any of the restaurants here on the island, or I can cook for you as I did for Gina last night. I expect nothing from you other than a nice conversation and a pleasant evening. If you decide to take me up on my offer, you can choose to leave at any time you like. Please say you will come to dinner with me?" 

I could see that there was an internal conflict within her. I assume that she was trying to decide if having dinner with me would be appropriate, especially since I had spent the night before sleeping with her friend. The fact that she had not rejected me and my offer flatly was another sign that I think her will to refuse was weakening. I wanted to say more to try to convince her, but wasn't sure additional words would be a good idea at this point. She would have to make her own decision and it would have to be without any pressure from me. I had made my case and now I would have to await her answer. 

"I am starting to get a little hungry. Gina always seems to have someone to eat dinner with, so I have been eating by myself the past few days." 

I felt the ice was starting to melt and knew she had decided to take me up on my offer. I did not want to look too happy but smiled and offered her the choice again. 

"Where would you like to go? There are any number of good places on the island, and one is still my own home, but the choice is entirely yours." 

"Gina did say you are a good cook, but I don't know you well enough to try that just yet." We can find a restaurant around here tonight." Amanda replied. 

I noticed the references she made that implied something might be possible after this evening, and that did make me smile internally. I had been intrigued with her from the time I was speaking with Gina yesterday. She was very attractive in her own way, though with a friend like Gina with her, most would not see Amanda's beauty. She was much more conservatively dressed than I imagined Gina to be and did not seem to be as forward, although she did not show much fear upon meeting someone like myself she knew little about. 

"What type of food do you like? Do you have any preference about where we go?" I asked. 

"I really like French food, though the couple of places we tried so far around here are not quite up to my expectations. I think they try to keep the French flavor, but have adapted it for the tourists." 

I know a couple that are pretty good, but they are on the French side. We can drive there, but if you would prefer to stay near home, I think we can find something that might suit your taste." 

"I think I would like to stay closer to the room. Maybe even some place we can walk if it isn't too far. Will that be OK with you?" 

"Anything is fine. I will let you pick and we can get started. They might not be serving dinner just yet, most around here eat late in the European style. We can get drinks first or just walk around the town for a bit if you prefer." I offered. 

"I'll need to leave a note for Gina. I really don't expect her to be back tonight, but just in case I will let her know I might be out late." 

I wondered if she would mention that she was out with me in the note, but let the thought pass. I did not have any misgivings about taking Amanda to dinner and I would bet that Gina would not be concerned about us either. 

Amanda finished her note, put it on the counter and took a set of keys from her bag. She left the apartment and locked the door behind her. 

"OK if we just walk a bit? I have seen the area around here but don't feel like going too far right now." 

"No problem. There are a couple of good restaurants within easy walking distance. You lead the way and let me know when you are hungry." I offered. 

We walked along the street, passing shops and other tourists looking for trinkets to take home as a souvenir of their trip here. Mostly it was cheap junk, but some of the shops offered inexpensive gold and liquor for those who knew where to look. 

"How long have you lived on the island?" Amanda asked. 

"I really don't live here, I have a place in New York City where I work. I come here a few times a year and bought the home about 15 years ago. It was a status symbol back then, but now I wouldn't be without it. I really enjoy the slow times here, away from the hustle and bustle of the big city." 

"Gina said you did something in banking. I imagine that there might be a lot of stress in that business." Amanda replied. 

My job wasn't really in banking, but I guess one could make the connection. "It is sort of banking, we offer funding to those with good ideas who cannot get it in more traditional ways." 

Amanda nodded and we continued to walk, stopping occasionally to look into a store window or check the menu posted outside a restaurant. 

"How about you. What do you do when you are not on vacation in a tropical resort?" I asked. 

"I work for the newspaper in Mobile. I'm not one of the big time reporters, I mostly do consumer affairs and fluff to fill in if we need more ink. Right now, I am happy doing this and the consumer things make me feel like I am contributing as much as the big talent is. Maybe one day I will get there, but right now I like things just the way they are." 

"Sounds interesting. You get to do different things each day all within the same framework." I answered. 

We had come to a small restaurant that I knew served pretty good French cuisine. It was not one of the larger and not too many came here, so the dining room was less crowded than other places were. I suggested we go inside and Amanda agreed. We were seated in a small dining room and the atmosphere was nice and slow, reminiscent of the European cafes. The waitress came to offer menus and ask about drinks. 

"What would you like to drink?" I started 

"Just water for now. Maybe wine with dinner." Amanda answered. 

The waitress left and we were alone enough to talk without others hearing our conversation. 

"How did you and Gina end up together down here?" I started. 

Gina is my best friend Margot's sister. She and her sister were supposed to come down here but Margot had something come up at the last minute and she asked me if I would like to go in her place. I don't know Gina well, only through Margot. I knew she was wild but having been with her for the past few days, I found out just how wild she is." Amanda looked bemused at her answer. "Hooking up with a new guy each night is a bit more than I expected. What I've seen of the island is nice, but if I try to keep up with her I will be burned out by the time I get home. I thought I would have a chance to get some nice sun and relaxation in. I guess that if I spend the time by myself, I will be able to do that." Amanda stopped suddenly, looking at me as she spoke. 

"I suppose you know something about the fast life yourself. You spent the night with her and did not even know her before you took her to your bed." She said the last before she had really thought through the whole idea, then blushed as she realized exactly what had come out. 

I wasn't upset or angry about what she said, it was the truth.

"Gina offered me her body and I accepted. We each got what we were looking for and moved on. I agree it is probably not the best way to live, but it is what it is. I cannot say I was disappointed by the evening together. Gina is a very attractive woman and she made me an offer I couldn't refuse at the time." I tried answering. 




Charlie



I froze in shock, not wanting to believe what I was seeing.  This had to be some sort of sick stupid joke my best friend was playing on me.  I pulled my eyes away from his chest and looked him in the eyes, seeing tears and shame on his face.  Anger surged through me like a bolt of lightning, feeling betrayed and a little stupid.  I couldn't help myself, I sat back and slapped him across the face, first one way then the other, hard, seeing him start to cry.  That made me even angrier.

"Stop crying you stupid fucking idiot!"  I yelled as he crossed his arms over his face to hide his tears and protect his face.  I pulled his arms away and slapped him across the face again.  That, of course only made him cry harder.

Jumping up I stormed back and forth across the living room, my anger building every time I turned and looked at him lying on the floor.  Clenching and unclenching my fists, I resisted the urge to go over and beat the living crap out of him.  He was my best friend damn it… no, my only real friend in the world, and had been since high school.  How could he do this to me?  Me, the guy who protected him from the bullies who picked on him all through school and college.

When we were younger, I'd even taken a few beating from bigger, older guys for him until I learned to defend myself… well, Charlie and myself.  Shit, I'd done his damn homework for him, wiped his snotty nose, helped him train so he could make the swim team, even dried his tears a few times when someone said something nasty to him when he lost a race.

As I turned back again Charlie got to his feet, pulling his shirt around his body as he went and sat on the edge of the couch, seeming to curl in on himself, head hanging.  I walked over and stood in front of him, still clenching and unclenching my fists.  Charlie looked up at me, tears still running down his face.

"Please don't be mad at me…"

"Shut up!  I don't want to hear it."  Which was a lie, I did want to hear it.  I wanted him to explain to me why my best friend for as long as I could remember betrayed me like this.  It didn't make sense.

I raised my hand to slap him again, seeing him cringe as he had when his Dad slapped him.  That stopped me.  I hated it when I saw his Dad did that, wanting to go over and beat the crap out of him, not that I could seeing he was over six feet tall and weighed three hundred pounds at the time.  I lowered my hand, suddenly deflating, my anger turning to something else.

"Why?"  Was all I could think to say.  He shrugged.  I let out a snarl of anger, feeling frustration, and something I couldn't even name.   Scooping the wine glass off the office table, I chugged half a glass of red wine thinking that it would cool me down.  It didn't.

"We were friends, Charlie… best friends.  After college I thought we had a great thing going for us.  A nice pad in Santa Monica overlooking the beach, great jobs, lots of pussy…"  I drew a deep breath, thinking about the loss I felt when I came home one day and found him gone.

"You never said goodbye, never left a note, just up and vanished on me…"

"I couldn't."  He answered lamely.

"…could what?  Tell me you were leaving.  Give me a reason.  What?"

"I had to leave."

"So you had to leave, okay, but what about all this?" I waved a hand at him, as I couldn't put into words what I was thinking. "You vanish for almost two years and… and you just happened to run into me here in San Diego?"

"I… I didn't know you were here."

"Bullshit!  The production company moves me to San Diego and I just happened to run into you two week after I arrive?"

"Yes, I swear it.  I didn't know you'd relocated here, honest."

"Don't say honest, Charlie.  You haven't been honest with me for a long time now."  Every time I looked at him the more betrayed I felt.

"What went wrong, Charlie?  Didn't we have all the things we talked about when we were in school?  A Place of our own where we could do what we wanted, plenty of chicks…" I stopped as a thought occurred to me.  "Was it that girl, what's her name… Angela something?"

"No, or course not."  He didn't sound convincing.

"So you got pissed off because I fucked her instead of you, is that it?"

"NO!..."  He hesitated.  "Yes."

"I knew it.  That's why you were all moody and wouldn't talk to me for days."  He looked up at me, his eyes wet and pleading.

"It's… it's not what you think.  I was always moody and pissed off every time you got a girl in bed and fucked her."

"Huh?"  That made me stop and think for a moment.  "What the fuck are you talking about?" 

He was right now that I thought about it.  He was always moody that way ever since we started finding and fucking girl's way back in junior high.  That didn't make me feel any brighter.  How could I have not connected the two events.

"So, you got your share of pussy.  What?  Where you jealous because I got into Angela's pussy instead of you?"

"NO."  He spat back at me.  That was a surprise.  Charlie was so easy going, and I don't remember a time when he'd snapped at me like that.

"Have you ever been in love, Mike? "  He asked, looking up at me with pleading eyes.  "I mean really in love to the point where you go crazy if you aren’t around the person you love."  I was baffled by the look he gave me as I tried to figure out what he was saying.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about being so much in love with someone that you almost don't exist without them.  Just hearing them talk sending shivers up your spine, a cross word makes you feel like shit… that… that you'd do anything for that person, anything at all?"

"No of course not.  I don't know what love is for fuck sake."  I guess I didn't, at least not the way he talked about it.  You meet a girl, told her what she wanted to hear so you could get her panties off and then fuck her brains out.  What else was there?

"I was, Mike.  So much in love that it hurt, down here."  He thumped his stomach.  "That's why I had to leave, Mike.  I knew there was no way my love would ever be returned."  I let out a snort of disbelief.  No one can be that much in love.  Pussy was pussy.

"So, what was the name of the bitch you were in love with so much.  Not Angelia whatever her name was."  Even before I finished her name, Charlie was shaking his head.  "So what was her name… who did you fall in love with, Charlie?"  I laughed.  It was funny really, Charlie in love? 

That almost sounded like a contradiction in terms.  He never was the macho type guy, and until I started training him for the swim teams, he was always on the skinny, wimpy side.  A little shorter than my six foot two, he weighed about one hundred and sixty pounds, and good thirty pound lighter than I do.  Once he made the team he bulked out to where the girl's started taking notice him, which was good in the pussy getting department.  Even after college when we had our own place he kept the habit of shaving his body hair free, as most of the swim team did.  Not that I minded.  

Between the pool chlorine, the sun and the seawater, both of us had long blondish hair, hard tanned bodies and we both looked great in tight swimsuits when we played volleyball together.  That was great for getting pussy as well.  With his slim muscular body, he consistently beat me.  Me being a lot heavier and more muscular and him.  Working up a good sweat during a game was a sure way to get one of the girls standing on the sidelines panties wet.  He got almost as much pussy as I did, but he didn't say anything, so I asked him again.

"So, who the fuck did you fall in love with, Charlie?"  Trying to make light of it.

"You."  The silence that word left behind was like a big empty void waiting to be filled.

"What?"  I shook my head, trying to fill the void with sound, any sound.  I couldn't have heard what I thought I'd just heard.  That was ridicules.  He looked at me and shook his head, fresh tears running down his face.

"Charlie.  Stop fucking around.  That's not funny."  A shiver ran up my back.

"Poor, Mike.  You never realized, did you.  The one person in the world that loved you unconditionally was me."  He shook him head and looked down at the floor, refusing to meet my eyes.

"Shut the fuck up!  That's stupid… you're a guy… I'm a guy…"  I grouped for word.  "And what about all those girls you fucked, you're telling me you didn't enjoy it?"

"Not as much as you did, and they were the reason I left.  I couldn't stand it any longer."

"What the fuck.  That doesn't make sense." I spluttered, his words knocking the mental legs out from under me.

"Every time you took a girl to bed and fucked her, I wished it was me you were fucking, or sucking your cock like all those girls did.  I use to lay in bed in my room, listening to you going at it in the other room and it drove me crazy to the point I cried myself to sleep at night.

"But…  but…"  I waved my hand towards him.

"These you mean?"  He opened his shirt and exposed two perfectly form breasts.  

I couldn't take me eyes off them.  Each was the size of a grapefruit with beautiful slightly darker pink areolas and small hard nipples.  I shook away the image, thinking how perfectly natural they looked on him.

"Yes."  I managed to say at last.

"Mike… I knew…  I knew I was gay when I was fourteen."

"I don't understand...  that fucking impossible… I would have…"   I spluttered to a halt, dumbstruck.

"I left because I knew you were too macho to ever return my love the way I wanted.  It hurt, me Mike.  It hurt here."  Charlie thumped his chest over his heart.  "It hurt in a way you couldn't possibly imagine… and still hurts."

"But why…"  I waved my hand at his breasts, groping through his words for understanding.  I tried to rearrange them into some semblance of order that would make sense to me.  Yet no matter what order I put them in, they always came out the same.  My Charlie was gay.

"I left and came down to San Diego to try and forget you.  To start a new life and be the person I wanted to be all along…  I thought…  I thought I'd never see you again, and even if I did, between the hormones I was taking and the surgery, you'd never recognize me once the transformation was completed.  I was due to go in for surgery… to become a real female a month ago, and then…"  He gasped for breath.  "And then I saw you again."

I stood there blinking, trying to absorb what he'd said.  None of what he'd just told me made any sense.  Why keep the fact he was gay a secret.  I wouldn't have cared…  He was my friend for Christ sake.  I knew that was a lie the moment I thought it.  It would have mattered and we both knew it.

"Son of a bitch!  You should have told me."  I yelled.  "You had no right to keep something like that from me."  It was a stupid thing to say.  Tears flooded down his face.

"You're a fucking idiot, Mike.  You haven't understood a word I've said."  Without warning, he lunged off the couch and ran across the living room into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

I stated after him, anger flaring once again. I wanted to pound some sense into his thick head and kick his ass for not telling me, something, anything to fill the empty feeling inside me.  He and I had been best friend for as long as I could remember.  In fact, I couldn't remember a time when we weren't joined at the hip.  We didn't have secrets from each other, or so I thought, yet we did.  Charlie had one great secret he could never tell me until now.  To me it felt like the ultimate betrayal of the trust we had in each other.

His word haunted me.  How could I have been so stupid not to notice.  All the time he'd been moody and un-talkative for days after a weekend of me fucking some girl or other all made sense now.  Why hadn't I seen it?  I grabbed a bottle of Tequila off the wet bar and poured myself a stiff drink, sitting down on the couch to think.  As I drank my second glass, other things occurred to me, like the odd looks we'd get from some of the guys.  Not that they ever said anything where I could hear it, knowing the result would be me beating the crap out of them.  Yeah, there goes macho Mike Foster with his boy friend.  I let out a small laugh, but it sounded hollow.  I was working on my third Tequila when the door of the bedroom opened and Charlie stepped out.

Well, it had to be Charlie as there wasn't anyone else in the bedroom that I knew of, but it wasn't the Charlie I knew.  What stepped out was a tall female with shoulder length blondish hair, now combed out of the ponytail he wore into soft waves around her heart shaped face.  The bright red lipstick, silver blue eye shadow and blush brought her face to life in a way I barely understood.  I sucked in my breath.  This couldn't be my friend Charlie, could it?  I could see a white lace bra through the sheer white, long sleeve blouse, while the short silver skirt made her stocking covered leg look longer than they were.  The black, strappy four-inch heels made her… him stand tall, straight and more feminine in some way.  

Unfamiliar emotions swirled through my alcohol soak brain, predominantly anger.  This was my friend, my buddy, someone I'd protected from all the shitheads in school and after, someone who knew all my secrets.  I stood, mad as hell thinking about how long he'd been hiding this from me.  I stalked across the room towards him, seeing fear in his eyes as he stumbled backwards into the bedroom.

"So this is what you look like now, a flaming crossdressing faggot?"  Charlie shook his head, tears welling in his eyes.

"How many guys have fucked that mouth of yours, huh?  How many times have you been down on your fucking knees sucking some guy dick behind my back?"

"I haven't…"

"Liar!  How many times have you dropped your pants and bent over so some guy could butt fuck you in the ass, laughing at me behind my back at how you tricked me."  I slapped him across the face, my anger building as I thought about some guy fucking him, daring even to touch my Charlie.

"Stupid me, all the time protecting you, sticking up for you, taking beating for you, while all the time you were on your knees sucking some guy's hard dick."

"I didn't Mike, honest."

"Fucking lying whore… You want to suck cock, huh?"  I ripped my cargo pants open and pulled my cock out.   "Well here's one you can suck."  

Grabbing him by the hair, I forced him to his knees, grabbing his cheeks to force his mouth open.  In my alcohol sodden state, I wondered why my cock was as a rock, all seven inches standing out like out like a steel bar.  Charlie squealed as I pushed the head of my cock between him red lips, forcing it into his semi open mouth.  I didn't care, he was going to suck my cock like some dirty little faggot whore whether he liked it or not.  Using my cock like a pry bar, I forced his jaw all the way open and shoved my cock all the way into his mouth.

"That's it you fucking cunt, suck my cock like you sucked all the others."  Hold him tightly by the hair with one hand, I reached down with the other and ripped his blouse open, then jerked his bra down.

Now his beautiful little girly tits were mine for the taking, and taking I did, squeezing them, hard, pinching and rolling the nipples between my thumb and finger.  Charlie squealed and moaned in pain, but that only made me do it harder.  I wanted him to suffered, wanting him to feel pain, just like I was feeling now.   Jerking my cock out of his mouth, I slapped him across the face again, forcing more tears from his eyes.

"Suck me you filthy little faggot bitch.  Show me how much you like my cock!"  I rammed my cock back into his mouth and forced his head forward.  He gagged when the head of my cock hit the back of his throat, but I didn't care.

"Chock on it, Charlie, choke on my nice fat cock you dirty little pervert.  I'll teach you to fuck with me."  

Holding his head tight, I pumped my cock all the way into his mouth until his red girly lips were buried in the hair at the base.  He beat my thighs with his fist as he desperately tried to pull his head off my cock.  I wasn't having any of that, and pulling out, I slapped him across the face a few more time.

"I said suck me you pathetic little cock sucking faggot whore.  Show me how much you like my cock in your pretty sissy fag mouth."  He opened his mouth to say something I didn't want to hear and plunged my cock back in.  He gagged and choked, but he did suck my cock.  Now he was getting the message.  I pumped it in as hard and fast as I could, desperate to punish him, but it wasn't enough.

Pulling out I dragged him to the bed and threw him across it face down, holding him there with my knee in his back.  Now I was going to teach this pathetic faggot bitch a lesson he'd never forget.  Pulling the belt out of my pants, I held it in my teeth as I jerked his skirt up and ripped off his white lace panties.  Charlie kicked and struggled, legs flailing as he desperately tried to escape, but I was having none of that.  Charlie was going to get a beating, a real one, and using the ripped panties I tied his hands behind his back before dragging him over the padded bar across the end of the bed.

"Please Mike… don't beat me… I'll do anything you want."

"Shut up you fucking cunt.  I'm going to beat you so hard you'll never forget it."  And I did.  Charlie buried his face in the bed covers to muffle his scream as I beat his ass with the belt, turned the smooth white skin of his bottom into a burning red mass of welts.  In the end, I had to stop, knowing what I wanted to do next.

"Spear your legs you fucking whore, just like you did for all the other guys that fucked your ass."

"Please, Mike… no… don't."  He screamed again as I beat him a few more time, and he reluctantly opened his legs.

The moment he did, I got between them, my raging hard cock forcing its way between the cheeks of his bright red ass.  He struggled now and did everything to prevent me from fucking him.  It didn't work, as I found the entrance to his boy cunt and with one savage thrust rammed my cock into him.  Oh did he squeal them, loud and long as I fucked my way into his ass, begging me to stop.

"Is this what you want, Charlie?  Is this what you dreamed about, huh.  My hard cock in your tight faggot pussy."

"Nooo."  He wailed.

"Lying little faggot.  You said you wanted my cock fucking you, well here it is."

Holding him tightly by his hips to keep him in place, I fucked him and it felt so damn good.  His ass was lovely and tight and it felt as if my cock belonged there.  I'd never fucked a guy in the ass until now.  Suddenly I wished Charlie had told me what he was earlier so I could have fucked his tight boy ass back then.  Damn it felt so good I didn't want to stop.  I slowed from my wild fucking and started sliding it all the way in and out, heading Charlie moan in what sounded oddly like pleasure, but how could that be?  I was raping his sissy fag ass.  

Letting go of his hips, as he was no longer fighting me, I ran my hands up his back, feeling his soft smooth skin.  It only took a moment to strip off his ruined blouse and bra, and leaning forward as I fucked him, I reached under, took each grapefruit size breast in my hands, and started gently squeezing them.

"Damn, Charlie.  Those are such lovely titties."  In answer, Charlie moaned again, and I stopped squeezing.  Maybe I was squeezing to hard and hurting him.  Suddenly I wished I hadn't drunk so much Tequila, wanting to go on punishing him for what he'd done to me, but I couldn't hold it back any more.  I let out a long moan as I rammed my cock all the way into his ass and held it there, shooting my cum deep inside him.  That moment felt like it lasted an eternity, fire and ice roaring thought my body as I shuddered in release.  All I could do after that was slump forward over Charlie's warm, soft body, completely spent.




Charlie



I guess I must have passed out for a while, but I do remember coming too for a little.  Now I was naked and Charlie was wiping me down with a soft damp wash clothes.  Bleary eyed I looked up at him, a little confused, seeing him smiling down at me.  

"Fuck, Charlie.  You're beautiful."

"Shut up, Mike and go back to sleep."  He murmured, giving me a little smile.

The next thing I do remember clearly was waking up in the early hours of the morning by the clock with an equally naked Charlie sleeping next to me.  I lay there for a few moment wondering why I was sleeping in Charlie's bed, instead of out in the hallway of his apartment.  After that I did it was a wonder he hadn't kicked the shit out of me and dumped my pathetic ass in the street.

My next recollection was coming awake again to the most wonderful feeling in the world.  Someone had my cock in their mouth, sucking me off.  Lifting the sheet to look, it came as a bit of a shock to realize it was Charlie.  I moaned in pleasure, and he re-doubled his efforts now he knew I was awake.  It only took a few moments before I exploded into his mouth.  I just lay there and enjoyed the afterglow, feeling as if I were floating on a soft white cloud.  I have no idea how long I slept after that but the next thing I knew was Charlie gently shaking me awake.

"Wake up sleepy head.  Here's your morning coffee, and breakfast will be ready in ten minutes."

"Oh… okay."  I blinked my eyes open, seeing a steaming mug sitting on the bedside table."

"And, you need to take a shower before you eat, because you stink."  I just lay there and watched Charlie's panty covered ass swish out of the bedroom and asked myself what was wrong with this picture.

"Not a fucking thing."  Was the answer. 

I drank my coffee as I walked into the shower, humming to myself.  Showered, shaved and smelling nice again, I walked back into the bedroom looking for my clothes.  They were gone and the only thing I could find was a pair of underpants lying on the bed.  All the draws were full of girl's panties, and I wasn't about to wear any of them.  The underpants weren't exactly girl's underwear, but then again, not really guys either.  These were skin tight, white, stretchy nylon shorts.

"Hurry up lazy bones. Breakfast is ready."  Charlie called from the other room.  With a shrug, I stepped into them, finding a little tight for my taste, but what the hell.  My best friend was tripping around in a pair of white lace panties, so I shouldn't complain too much.

Settling the waistband as I walked into the living room I caught Charlie with his back towards me, leaning over to put something on the dining room table.  I could see the white lace panties under the hem of the short tan skirt and had the overwhelming desire to walk over and run my hand over Charlie's tight round butt.  As I came up behind him, intending to do just that Charlie stood up and turned to face me.  The white halter-top really didn't do anything to hide those lovely titties, nor the fact he wasn't wearing a bra.  Pulling my eyes away, I looked him in the eyes, seeing him bite his lower lip and smile up at me.  The look he gave me was so damn appealing, I wanted to kiss him right there and then.

"Still mad at me, Mickey?"  I shook my head and reached up to stroke the side of his face.  He jerked it away a little.

"Don't…"

"Don't what?"

"D… Don't … unless you mean it."  I gently stroked the side of his face, feeling his soft warm skin on the back of my fingers.

"I mean it, Charlie."  He dropped his head and leaned against my chest.

"Damn you to hell Mike Foster.  You are about to complicate my life to all hell and gone."  He signed.  I lifted his chin to see two bright tears running down his cheeks.  The only answer I had was to kiss him.  I didn't think about it, I just did it.  Me, macho Mike Foster kissing his best friend on the lips.  Charlie responded a moment, then pushed me away.

"We have to eat before the breakfast get cold."  Suddenly all bossy and efficient.

We sat and ate, not that I remember what it was.  I couldn't stop looking at him, amazed at how he'd managed to fool me when we met again.  Of course, he'd gone out of his way to look as male as possible, putting his hair in a ponytail and all that, but I guess I must have been a little blind.  It wasn't until we started fooling around, wrestling and tickling each other like we done as kids and ended up on the floor with me straddling his body that I discovered his secret.  We'd done it a hundred time, just two guys rough housing for fun.  That was until I almost lost my balance and landed with both hands on his chest.  He'd hide his secret well under a thick, baggy shirt and a tight tank top, but there was no way he could really hide his secret when I had each of his breasts under my hands.  Ripping the shirt open and jerking the tank top up and actually seeing them was the biggest shock of my life.

We finished eating and lingered over another cup of coffee, hardly saying a word.  We just sat and looked at each other, and I suppose each of us trying to think of something to say.  I know I was.  I wanted him to tell me about the last twelve or so years, not as an explanation, but more to know what he'd been thinking.  I knew now that everything I thought I knew about Charlie was wrong and it slowly dawned on me the sort of hell he must have gone through.

I'd always loved Charlie, in a way that one guys loves another guy, not sexual really, but there may even be an element of that in there somewhere.  Some guys you just like to be around, are comfortable with.  Hell, two close friends could sleep in the same bed if they had to and never think there was anything sexual in it.  A lots of guys in the military had bunk buddies, especially in combat.  They looked after each other better than any girl friend could.  Huddles together when they were freezing, shared everything and thought nothing odd about their relationship.

In a way, Charlie and I had been like that, spending time together huddled up in a sleeping bag one cold night up on some mountain who's name I couldn't remember.  Sharing everything, even the sad times when one or the other of us would break up with some hot chick we were fucking.  Now I wanted to huddle up with Charlie again, and it had nothing to do with keeping warm.  Charlie must have guessed my thoughts as he slowly stood up and stretched, pushing his breasts out and arching his back.  I'd seen him do it a hundred time on the beach when we played volleyball trying to impress the girls, but it had never made me hard like it did now.

I stood, pushing my chair back with my legs and moved around the table towards him.  His eyes flicked down to my crotch, widening slightly seeing my hard on.  I might as well have been naked, as these tight shorts didn't hide a damn thing.  I grabbed him, not hard or rough, just took hold of his upper arms and pulled him towards me.  Charlie put his hands on my chest in a half hearted attempt to push me away, knowing I was about to kiss him

 "Mickey… don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't do it if you don't mean it."  He bit his lower lip for a moment.  "Last night was just for fun… for old times and no foul."

"And now?"  I asked, my throat so dry it was hard to speak.

"I can't go through losing you again… not now."  He shivered as I pulled him closer.

"I'm going to kiss you Charlie."

"Mickey… you… you can.  You're macho Mike Foster.  You don't kiss guys…  you're straight… not gay…"

"Shut the fuck up and kiss me Charlie."  I managed to get out before our lips met.  I heard him moan, deep in his throat, mouth opening slightly as our lips came together.  His body feeling as if it melted against me, molding itself to me as I ran my hands down his back.

It felt as if our lips were fused together, tongues caressing each other, intertwining, exploring, first one sucking the other tongue into his mouth, then the other, his arms wrapped around my neck in a loving embrace.  Right then I didn't care that Charlie was a guy.  This was my Charlie, my friend, my buddy, and he made no secret of what he wanted as he ground his hips against me, making me even harder, if that was possible.

Without a thought, I scooped him up in my arms and held him tight against my chest as I carried him into the bedroom.  Charlie moaned softly, deep in his throat as his arms slipped around me, burying his face against my neck.   Laying him on the rumbled bed, I gently stripped off his halter-top, skirt and panties and stood for a moment looking down at him.  Charlie covered his face with his hands, blushing under my gaze.

"Turn over onto your tummy, Charlie."

Charlie peeked at me from between his finger biting his lower lips before rolling over.  Taking each ankle in my hands, I gently opened his legs and knelt on the bed between them.  For the first time in my life, I was going to explore every inch of his body.  Not just look at him as my buddy, but examine every square inch.  I started with his feet, lifting each legs one at the time.  Now I saw thing I never had before, like how small his feet were.  From the coral pink painted toenails to the ache of his foot.  I stroked and massaged each in turn, eliciting a deep sigh from Charlie.  I worked my way up his legs, wondering how I'd never noticed how well formed they were.  It was no wonder they looked so great in stocking.

I took my time, kneading, massaging and kissing his calves and thighs.  His bottom came in for special attention, seeing how hard I'd beaten him the night before.  Thankfully, all but a slight redness remained to show what I'd done.  Of course, I kissed it better, and Charlie must have forgiven me by the sounds of his soft moans of pleasure.  I kneaded and kissed my way up his back, marveling at how soft and warm his skin was.  I paid careful attention to his neck and that he must have liked by the way he rolled his head slowly back and forth while making little sound deep in his throat.  Moving to one side I gently rolled him over, or tried to.  He resisted for a moment anticipating what I was about to do.

Kneeling between his open legs again, I started with his face and lips, kissing each eyelid, each cheek, his lips.  They opened at the first touch like some delicate flower, blossoming under the gentle touch of the bee.  He sighed into my mouth as our tongues intertwined, tasting of coffee and cinnamon he'd had for breakfast.  After our lips parted,   I worked my way down to his chin and neck, then his upper chest.  Now each perfectly formed breast was within inches of my mouth, the hard pink nipples waiting for my attention.  I blew on each first, hearing Charlie whimper as I planted the first soft kiss on each nipple.  

As I did, Charlie thrust his chest up, his hands on the back of my head pushing it down. Taking a nipple between my lips, I moved them softly back and forth for a moment, feeling Charlie tremble, and if anything, his nipples get harder.  I sucked the nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, feeling Charlie's body react to the touch.  That drove him wild and he let out a soft squeal of pleasure.  First one, then the other, sucking and licking each, wishing I could suck his whole breast into my mouth.  

By now, Charlie was panting for breath, wriggling and undulating under me, his cock pressing into my stomach.  Leave those wonderful breasts I continued down his body and over his hard, flat tummy.  Sitting back on my heels, I looked at his cock, really looked at it for the first time.  Charlie and I had seen each other naked many time coming out of the shower, but after a casual look at his manhood, I didn't really dwell on it.  Now I did, and his circumcised cock looked smaller than I remembers, about five inches at the most now.  It stood straight and proud, but curiously he didn't have prominent balls.  His seemed to be tucked away somehow, not hanging out like most guys.  I think Charlie knew what I was going to do next, and he suddenly covered his erection with both hands.

"Mike… no…"  He pleaded.  With gentle force, I pulled his hands away and looked up at him. 

"Shush, Charlie."

"Mike… don't…  I don't want you to…"   He moaned as I took his lovely cock all the way into my mouth.

I remembered all the girl's who's sucked me off, and how that felt.  I didn't even stop to think that this was something I'd never done, or thought I'd ever do.  I simply lowered my head a let the head of his cock slip between my wet lips.  I took him all the way into my mouth, burying my nose in his lower tummy.  From a long way off I heard Charlie moan out loud, his hips bucking up to try and push his cock deeper into my mouth.  I sucked Charlie's cock them, remembering the way the girl's use to suck me off and I must have done something right by the way Charlie bucked off the bed.  Pulling his hands way from me, he put both of the on the back of my head.

"Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!"  He kept saying over and over again.

Each time he came close to climaxing, I stopped for a moment and just took his cock out of my mouth, kissing and licking it all over.  Once he'd calmed down and started sucking him off again.  Sadly, it couldn't last forever, as much as I wanted it to.

"Don't let me cum, Mike… fuck me.. Fuck me please."  He begged in a teary voice.

Even as I continued to suck, I stripped off my underpants, at last letting go of his cock.  I lifted his hips, knee walking up the bed until the head of my rock hard cock slipped between the cheeks of his butt.

"Ohhh fuck yesssss."  He moaned.  "Now, Mike, fuck me now."

I thrust my cock into the entrance to his boy pussy, heading him moan softly as I did.  I didn't stop, watching the expression on his face change from pain to pleasure as I fucked my way inside.  As if of their own accord, his beautiful long legs wrapped themselves around me, holding me where he wanted me the most, inside him.  I guess I let go them and stopped thinking.  My hands took hold of his beasts, kneading and squeezing them, heading him squeal and moan.

"Harder, Mike, fuck me harder."  He sobbed, and I did, pounding my cock into him as hard and fast as I could.  "Ohhh fuck… yesssss."

How long we fucked, I didn't know.  It could have been seconds or hours, I didn't care.  I was fucking my Charlie, my best friend, my beautiful best friend.  I couldn't have stopped it if I wanted to, and letting out a long groan, I exploded inside his wonderful tight ass.  The moment I did I pulled out, hearing his moan of complaint, and then went down on his cock.

"Ohhh god nooo!"  Was all I heard before he exploded into my mouth.  

I sucked gently, knowing how sucking hard can hurt.  It felt as if he shot a gallon of cum into my mouth before he stopped.  Even as he did, he jerked his cock out of my mouth and sat up, grabbing my head and locking his lips on mine.  He sucked, and to my surprise sucked the last of his cum out of my mouth.  My body was still shuddering in release, my senses spinning as we collapsed side by side on the bed.  Charlie wrapped his body around mine, sobbing and crying as he buried his face in my neck.
"It's okay, Charlie, cry as much as you won't."  

I didn't know why he was crying, but didn't care.  I was here to comfort him, dry his tears and tell him everything was going to be alright.  It was my job to protest Charlie, a part of my life I didn't fully understand was missing until I saw him again.

"I love you, Mike.  With all my heart."

"And I love you my Charlie."  For some reason that made his cry harder, but I think I understood now.  After a while, he stopped crying and just snuggled up to me as if he never wanted to let me go.

"You were wrong, Mike."  He whispered in my ear.

"I was?"  I asked, half asleep.

"I tried, but I could never do it with anyone else."

"Oh okay."  I muttered, not sure what he was talking about.

"You are the first man I have even been with, or ever will be."  I blinked my eyes open.

"Why didn't you tell me that…"  Stupid me.  Macho Mike had assumed he'd been with other guys.  I'd beaten him and raped him on the assumption, jealous and angry that another man had dared to touch my Charlie.

"I'm sorry I beat you Charlie… I… I didn't realize."  Charlie shushed my with a finger over my lips.

"Well, it's not as if it was the first time you swatted my cute butt."  He giggled.  Charlie didn't giggle before, probably because I wouldn't have stood for it, but now he did, and I liked the sound.

What he said was true, I had swatted his butt a few time growing up, more so when he gave me attitude about his swim training, or doing laps.  But that was nothing like the beating I'd given him last night.

"I suspect that it won't be the last time you have to um… spank me, Mike."  I looked over, seeing him biting his lower lips with a half expectant look on his face.

"Damn it!  Who said you had a cute ass?"  Charlie shrugged.

"Well, the way you were playing with it and kissing it I guess you did."  He giggled again.

"Go to sleep, brat, or I will paddle your butt, cute or otherwise."

"Promise?"  I just groaned softly and closed my eyes again.  I suddenly realized that this new Charlie was going to be even more of a handful than the old Charlie.  I guess we slept for a couple of hours when I got woken up by a sharp pokey finger  in my ribs.

"What?"  I grumbled, trying to push the finger away.  Charlie knew I hated him doing that.

"Time to get up sleepy head, take a shower and get ready, Mike."

"Get ready?  For what."

"The party we are going to."

"Party… what party?"

"Oh, just a party with some friends of mine."  He answered off-handedly, as he got out of bed.  I watched him swish across the room towards the bathroom, and I had to admit, he did have a cute butt.

Just as the sun was setting, we arrived at the club where the party was taking place.  Me dressed in those tight nylon shorts again, lightweight tan slacks, and a partly open white silk shirt, all courtesy of Charlie.  He was dressed to kill in a silver dress, or more accurately half undressed I should say.  The top fitted his body like a glove, a thin glove at that, up over his breast, around his throat and came together behind his neck.  There was no back to the damn thing almost all the way down to the crack of his butt.  The hem of the dress stopped about mid thigh, emphasizing his long, tan legs.  The strappy black high heels tightening and sculpting his swimmers legs.   I knew he was wearing panties, not that you could tell in that dress, as I saw him put them on.  With a little help from me of course.  Me wanting to get them off, he wanting to get them on.  He won… this time.

Charlie introduced me around, and it didn't take me long to realized that probably half the people here were transgender people of one sort or the other.  None looked as stunningly beautiful as my Charlie, but then again, I'm biased.  One guy asked Charlie for a dance, but he looked at me first, and the guy then asked my permission.  I smiled and nodded.  I knew who Charlie was going home to bed with after the dance.  Several 'girl's came over to chat, or say Hi, and I nodded and smiled.  I half wondered why I didn't feel out of place here, whereas before… well, I guess you'd say I wouldn't have been found dead at a party like this.  Charlie came back with two dinks and we toasted each other with our eyes.

"Hi Charlie."  A tall blond hair beauty glided up to us, she and Charlie kissing.

"Hi, Crystal.  This I Mike."  We shook, and she held my hand just a little longer than necessary.

"So, you're the famous Mike Foster, Charlie is always talking about."

"I guess so."  I shot a look at him, but Charlie just smiled sweetly and looked back with an innocent expression on his face.  Crystal ran a finger down my chest through the open shirt, twirling the chest hair.




Charlie



"I must say, you're everything she cracked you up to be.  Tall, handsome, rugged looking, and definitely the no nonsense type of guy,"  she smiled and shot a look at Charlie, "everything a girl could ask for."  I smiled and looked at Charlie.  He knew he was in for another spanking tonight.  Charlie moved closer and lifted his head to kiss me.  Our lips met for a moment, and laying his head on my shoulder Charlie looked at Crystal.

"Yes, he most definitely is,  but like the old saying goes.  My boyfriend's not gay…"  Charlie kissed me again, "but his boyfriend is."

THE END