Stretched out naked on the white sand beach Charley felt the intense tropical heat penetrate every pore of her slender body. She sighed contentedly, her dark eyes closed against the blinding glare of the sun. It was certainly a far better place for the young woman to be than the large suburban home she had once shared with her husband Paul. As she touched the hot flesh of her thigh, the beautiful woman realized once again how lucky she was to be lying in solitude on a distant Bahamian island, far away from the dull and insipid life she had led for too long.
Raising up slightly, she gazed over the expanse of beach that was her private heaven. Only one small cottage, tucked neatly in a grove of palm trees and flowering bushes, marked the virgin landscape. Sometimes this still seemed like a dream to Charley; she kept expecting to wake up in her king-sized bed next to Paul's sleeping body. She kept thinking that it was almost time for her to slip into her slinky pink robe and wander into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee and make her husband's breakfast. But, as she ran her hand down across her burning flesh to the soft mound of dark hair between her thighs, Charley reminded herself once again that she had finally left all of that behind her.
It felt good to feel her soft skin and the rising heat from the triangle between her legs. Her juices were already running as she anticipated the arrival of her lover and teacher, Robert Tower, a man of many skills and sexual appetites that were new and exciting to young Charley. Beads of perspiration covered her bronzed, naked flesh. Her full breasts rose and fell gently as she thought about what this new day held in store for her. Life was so different for her now, so far removed from the routine of being the wife of a promising young lawyer. Nothing was predictable or conventional and she loved each exotic experience that Robert offered her.
Slowly, tranquilly she slid her hand inside the moist valley between her long, slender thighs. Her fingers pushed aside her throbbing lips of pink flesh until they found her erect and eager clit. With deft, quick strokes she massaged herself, feeling the hot flashes of excitement that shot through her body with every touch. Charley's full lips parted in a low moan that echoed across the sandy beach to blend erotically with the gentle rolling sounds of the water masturbating the shiny, slick beach.
"Ooohh .... aahh . . ." The sweet soft groans were uttered with total abandon. Charley was free to indulge in her erotic pleasures without fear of interruption. This tropical paradise was her playground and she fully intended to make the fullest use of what Robert had provided for her.
"Please come to me now, Robert. I want to feel your cock inside of me, plunging and digging into my hole. Please, hurry!" the young woman said to herself as she continued to titillate her pink clit with her fingers. Her body arched slowly upward to meet the ministrations of her own hands, but she was restless and anxious for the arrival of her lover who would complete the job she had only begun. "Come to me . . . bring that huge piece of meat and shove it between my legs. Show me how good you can make me feel!! Fuck me, fuck me!!" Charley thought over and over, her hand massaging the throbbing sex between her widespread legs.
Never removing her hand from its warm place against her sex, the young woman again rose up on one elbow and scanned the empty beach. There was no sign of life, no movement except for the languid swaying of the palm trees that rimmed the sand. She knew that Robert was unpredictable, that he was not committed to be with her at any specific time just as she was equally free to spend her hours in any manner that gave her pleasure. As she let her dark, intense eyes roam over the cottage they shared for one small indication that he was inside, Charley decided to try to forget her dependence on the older man who had chosen to take her under his protective wing to teach her the highly exotic, sensual "facts of life."
In and out, in and out her finger slid against the slippery walls of her pie. She pushed harder and felt the hard wall of her cervix, that barrier Robert pounded into with full fury whenever they fucked. Her entire body shuddered in delight as she probed herself with eager and expert fingers, touching the secret pearl that was hidden in the dark, sweet cavern of her pussy. She tossed and rolled in excitement, the plush velour towel becoming a crumpled, disarrayed mass of purple beneath her nakedness.
Charley was lost in her own sensual pleasure now. Her dark hair swirled around her shoulders as she writhed against the constant pressure of her hand pressing hard on the sensitive little organ between her thighs. Tendrils of dark hair clung to her flushed cheeks as her fury mounted and the moans that escaped from her rosy lips became louder and more unrestrained. Her pelvis arched up hard towards her hand, pressing the flaming clit firmly into the palm of her rotating, rubbing hand. She had two fingers jammed deep inside of the wet hole whose juices perfumed the humid air around her. Every inch of her golden body was glazed with a film of perspiration that exuded the aroma of pure, lusty sex and Charley sucked in her fragrance with eager, gasping breaths.
The ripe dark nipples that graced her swollen breasts were hard and swollen with passion. She felt their tautness pulling her skin and making her whole chest ache and throb. With a tentative motion, she reached to massage the erect buds, her whole body responding to the release that the tender touching brought. Charley pulled at her flesh, feeling her breasts bounce back against her chest as she released her nipples. The shots of total pleasure that engulfed her naked body were almost too much for her to endure. She could no longer tell which erogenous zone was being stimulated by her furious hands I
"OHM!! Oooohhh .... GOD!!!" Charley screamed out, her body convulsing madly as she plunged her fingers deep, inside her vagina and felt the warm, delicious juices running over her hand and down the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She was still clutching at her breasts, running her fingers slowly down to tickle each dark nipple in rhythm with the waves of her orgasm. She was rolling more peacefully now as the fireworks engulfed her entire being and took her far away from the beach to a place that only a woman can know when she has finally achieved a full and total orgasm. The small, broken cries that came from her lips were those of an animal. Charley was breathing hard and heavy, a look of total peace and contentment on her beautiful face.
She continued rubbing her throbbing cunt against her hand, but the movement was less frantic, more tranquil and easy. Her body was still swimming in the turbulent sea of her climax, but she was now able to ride gently and languidly with the overpowering sensations. Charley pulled her fingers from the dripping hole between her thighs and brought them to her mouth, savoring her own perfume before she ran her tongue over them to taste the offerings of her cunt. She sucked them clean, pushed them back to gather more of the nectar and then licked that into her hungry mouth.
It was silent on the white beach as Charley recovered from the fury of her orgasm. She felt limp and drained, but she was too lazy to get up and cool off in the clear blue, water. She simply lay there under the hot white sun and relished in the fact that she was now finally able to bring herself the sexual pleasure she had only dreamt about for most of her life. All she longed for right then was the appearance of her lover, a tall, cool drink in his hand and a huge erection aimed straight at her pussy. Everything was perfect for the lovely young woman.
This was the life she had dreamed about as a teenager: the wild, erotic life she had read about in magazines but had never been able to find for herself until Robert had become her teacher and keeper. When she remembered all the dull and dreary nights she had spent with her husband as he pumped inside of her without ever touching any of the wild animal lust that she had now discovered she possessed, Charley felt a twinge of sadness. So much wasted time, so many useless, fruitless fucks. God, she was lucky to have met Robert!! Lucky also because she had finally summoned up enough nerve to leave her husband and her house and her possessions to begin exploring what life really had to offer a sensual woman.
The afternoon heat was growing more intense as it beat upon Charley's naked body. She stood up, stretching her slender, lithe limbs as she moved towards the blue-green ocean. Her dark hair hung down her back in soft curls that glinted in the white sun. She smiled to herself, knowing that anyone who might have been fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of her nude form would have been enchanted. She was round and firm in all those places a woman ought to be voluptuous. Her breasts bounced as she walked, the dark nipples still firm and pointed as if begging for more arousal to keep them happy. Her hips swelled gracefully from her slender waist, and her ass was firm and round as though begging for a man to cup it in his hand. Charley was pleased with herself on this fine day; she was eager to discover what new delights her mentor had in store for her later in the evening. One thing she could count on was Robert's plethora of sensual treats to keep his lovely young pupil in a constant state of stimulation and arousal and release. Charley sighed with contentment as she dove into the warm blue sea and felt the water encase her naked flesh with warm, caressing fingers.
Like a dolphin playing in the swells of the tropical sea, Charley surfaced and then scratched her stomach along the sandy ocean bottom. She kept her dark eyes open in the salty water, taking in each shell and bit of coral that enchanted the lagoon. Colorful fish darted around her naked body, brushing briefly against her flesh and sending shivers of delight throughout her body. It was all too wonderful and she savored each second as though she were still afraid that it might all turn out to be a dream.
Floating on her back in the midst of the tropical waters, Charley watched the round, swollen melons of her breasts bobbing above the surface of the warm water. She smiled at the sight, knowing that her tits were perfectly formed, sweet and succulent, firm and ripe. The clean water washed over her dark nipples forming small droplets of dew on her oil-slicked body. Nothing in the world could have been more ideal for the young woman. She had even stopped dreaming about the arrival of her mentor because now she felt content to be alone with herself in the secluded paradise Robert had given her as one small part of her education into the sensual and sexual mysteries of life.
For Charley, serenely floating in the Bahamian sea, life had become an adventure, a learning experience and a completely erotic delight. Once, when she was still very young she had dreamed of a wild and swinging life, but she had forsaken those fantasies to marry Paul, a conventional but attractive young lawyer who had not wanted a passionate, lusty wife. She had tried to be the woman he desired, but as time went on Charley had grown bored and listless and frightened. She knew life had more to offer than cocktail parties and fancy houses and business dinners and all of those things she did to help further her husband's career. Maybe Robert was not as young and attractive as Paul, but his ideas about sex and life were much more appealing to young Charley: she had discovered release and thrills in the new sexual techniques he had taught her. She was a more than willing pupil for the older man who now approached her from the shaded, secluded cottage.
The minute Charley's dark eyes focused on the male figure approaching her from down the white sandy beach, her body tensed in anticipation. She felt her thighs draw closer together as though to guard her treasure buried beneath the mound of soft, curly hair on her puhis. Her lithe body tensed, the dark circles of her nipples growing rigid and hard instantly. Without thinking, her arms began their effortless stroke back towards the sandy shore; Charley knew that Robert expected her to greet his arrival and she also knew better than to disappoint him.
While she glided through the water towards her lover and guardian, Charley kept her intense eyes fastened upon his approaching figure. Robert was tall and very well-muscled; he did not look his forty-three years except for the silver-grey hairs that now dominated his temple hair-line and were scattered throughout his curly dark hair. The closer she drifted towards shore the more distinct his body became to her eyes. She needed him; she thought she loved him; she knew that she treasured his knowledge of erotica and sexual delights. Robert strode in her direction with a sureness of step and a strength that overpowered Charley even though she was not sure why he should have such an effect upon her.
Sometimes, like today, they played a game with each other. She tantalized him, floating naked on the clear, translucent sea. He would pin her naked body with his steel grey eyes, devour her bobbing tits and stab at her pussy with his rapidly growing cock. Charley's eyes remained riveted on the engorged member sticking out like a massive shaft from his tanned and muscled body. The organ was too large, too big and too threatening for her to instantly desire to accept it into her private treasure. Yet, the awesomeness of Robert's manhood was exactly what she felt herself drawn towards, what she allowed herself to be plundered by without protest until he forced her to explode in orgasms that left her limp and befuddled.
"You won't have your way with me today, you prick," Charley mumbled to herself as she continued her graceful backstroke towards the beach. With every movement of her arms that propelled her nearer the awesome prick, her full breasts heaved out of the water and exposed their full, wholesome delights to the large man who stared intently at her naked body. Charley realized that her every stroke aroused him to greater heights, yet she did not decide to coast onto the sandy shore with the slow, easy rhythm of the tide. Her arms pumped and her ample, appetizing breasts thrust upward for Robert to see and desire.
"Baby!! You look perfect for daddy .... show me those tits, baby! No . . . turn around and come in with that luscious pussy wide open. Pull your knees up and throw them out ... up and out ... up and out, baby. Let me watch your pussy suck in the water, let me see that pretty clit get hard as you come to me!! Open your legs, Charley girl!! Open wide!!" Robert called out in a deep, resounding voice that seemed to fill the entire area with his presence.
Charley did not think about questioning Robert's orders. She twisted her body beneath the water and surfaced with her dark hair floating out seaward and her spread-eagled thighs directed right at his hungry face. The warm water washed over her exposed vagina, caressing her red clit and pushing into her hole as she resumed her backstroke towards shore. Robert stood waiting, impressive in his muscular bulk and his erect, rigid organ. His breathing was not hard or excited as he peered intently into the cavern between Charley's legs. She belonged to him and he delighted in these exhibitions she provided for him.
"Baby . . . spread those legs!!! I want to see your pretty cunt. I want to see all of your pussy!!! Open your legs for me . . . open wide!" he cajoled her in deep, commanding tones that the young woman obeyed without questioning.
"Am I being good? Is this good, Robert?? Tell me what to do!!" Charley sang back, her voice husky with arousal and a subdued fear that she was still not willing to admit. He frightened her with his orders, yet she thrilled in following them. She wanted to please her very demanding task-master.
"Wider, you whore!! Show me your cunt. Open those legs!!! Whore!! Bitch! Stop playing games with me or I'll punish you, you know that. Open your hole for me now!!" Robert commanded her from his position on the hot, white beach. He stood there staring at the naked young woman, her tits bobbing in the sea, her thighs pushing madly against the force of the water as she did her strokes in towards shore. Each time she pulled her knees up into her stomach and then thrust them apart and against the force of the water her entire sex spread open to Robert's eager eyes. The harder she pushed against the tropical waters, the further open her pink and silky cunt was exposed to his rigid prick and his hungry loins. Charley was panting from exertion and fear. Her naked body was trembling as she anticipated the onslaught her lover would subject her to once she managed to reach the sandy beach.
"Please . . . I'm coming . . . I'm coming as fast as I can. Isn't my pussy good enough for you?? Look at how wet I am. I want you. I waited all day for your cock, Robert. I'm ready for you . . . put your prick inside of me and hurt me if I'm not good enough!!" Charley cried out, her legs working wildly and her arms rippling through the water frantically in her attempt to reach her lover before he decided to punish her for being tardy. She was sobbing softly, trying to suck in enough air to give herself strength to propel herself forward, yet finding that her tears of mingled fear and excitement were making breathing difficult.
Charley bobbed like a cork adrift at sea. Usually graceful and agile in the water, her fear of Robert's punishment made her incapable of moving towards him on the beach. She floundered merely a few hundred yards from his grasp, her thighs spread open invitingly, her ripe, round tits surfacing above the blue water, but her slender, voluptuous body felt quagmired as she could no longer swim in the direction of the beach. She screamed and cried for her lover, her eyes still glued to his swollen cock. Robert laughed.
"Bitch!! Get your ass in here and stop playing games with me. Swim, you whore and do it fast. I want to fuck your hole now and I do not want to swim out there to get you!!" Robert threatened
Charley was no longer frightened. The tone of her lover's voice brought her to reason and she gracefully flipped over onto her stomach and began to swim free-style towards the shore. She felt each muscle in her body straining to reach him as quickly as possible. Her naked flesh glided through the warm water effortlessly. Robert might punish her for her laziness and her slowness, but that no longer terrified Charley. She wanted to feel the onslaught of his anger against her soft, sweet flesh. She needed to know that when he ordered her to act it was imperative that she respond. She swam with the ease and the grace of a seal until her belly touched the smooth sand of the beach.
Looking up all Charley could see was the distended organ that protruded from Robert's body. She gasped for breath as she struggled to her hands and knees and crawled up the sand to greet him. Her dark hair clung like seaweed to her face and head. Her pendulous breasts hung from her body and swung with each movement she made in his direction. The dark, hard nipples pointed like arrows at the wet sand as she slunk towards him. Robert smiled at the young woman, marveling once again at how beautiful and perfect her naked body was.
"Cunt!! Come here and suck my dick . . . Now!!" he said in a low growl that aroused the woman even more than she had believed was possible.
Charley stumbled out of the water, her body aching for the touch of the powerful and awesome man who stood before her. What terror she felt was equally matched by the desire she felt for his love-making, his frantic and animal fucking into her wet and waiting cunt. She was moaning, soft, low, guttural sounds that were neither human nor animal, as she slithered up the wet beach towards the huge cock that was aimed directly at her face. The young woman knew that she would do anything to make Robert pleased with her; she was willing to participate in any new game he had devised to initiate her into the sensual and erotic world that they shared together.
Before he could even give her a command or make his wishes known, her mouth covered the throbbing tip of his cock. She sucked savagely, touching each inch of his head with her darting tongue. She plunged into the small hole at the tip of his dick, her tongue seeking to find the farthest recesses of his manhood and his endurance. Robert moaned and dropped to his knees as her tongue continued to drive into the opening of his prick. She sucked and pulled at his rigid flesh, her mouth playing an erotic dance with his tender membranes as he writhed and groaned beneath her every touch.
Darting, lashing, slaying his cock, she serviced her lover. His loud, resounding groans were all the affirmation Charley needed to know that she was pleasing him. Her tongue found the small hole and plunged inside of it until her lover was writhing frantically with each flick of her magic tongue. She sucked the throbbing mass of flesh, taking his entire length into her mouth and throat until she almost gagged. Then, her tongue trailed along his cock, licking and caressing its entire length as he moaned and writhed on the sand beneath her.
Charley shoved her pointed tongue hard inside the small opening of Robert's penis until he cried out. Then, gently, almost to make up for her onslaught, she pulled his organ into her mouth gently and slowly, sucking and licking all the time. He cried in a voice that the dark woman had never heard, but as that animal groan reached her ears she felt his cock grow larger and swell in her mouth. Her tongue massaged the fiery tip plunging deeper and deeper into that tender hole, her frenzied hands rolling his hard and full balls.
"MORE . . . MORE . . . SUCK ME MORE!! Robert seemed to cry out, his voice muffled and distorted by the throes of the orgasm that engulfed his entire body.
Even Charley, lost in her worship of the swollen, throbbing cock that was filling her mouth with the fluids of lust and love, could no longer comprehend the cries of her lover. She felt the heat of Robert's come swirl through her mouth and swallowed the hot white fluid. But that was not enough!!! The more come Charley took into her throat, the more her lover seemed to spew forth. Her throat was full, her mouth was dripping, yet Robert did not cease to issue forth the essence of his manhood.
Charley had never known anything quite like this particular day: her fruitful masturbation, her growing ease at remembering her past life, and finally, the most unbelievable orgasm Robert had ever shown her. She felt as if life was about to open up to her in a way that she was still not fully able to comprehend. For the first time since she had made the daring plunge away from Paul and the 'American Dream,' Charley began to wonder if there might be even more in this incredible world than Robert had begun to show her. It was not that she doubted his ability as a teacher and a guide through the untold mysteries of the erotic world. Of course, Robert was quite perfect as a mentor, but maybe there was more to discover than even he had hinted at. Charley gazed at the man through a curtain of dark curls, seeing his silver hair for the first time since they had been together. She glanced contentedly down the lithe contours of her own young and supple body, and she started to wonder if maybe there might not be even more to the secrets of life than her teacher had been willing to share with her.
Robert deposited his entire load into the young woman's mouth, his moans of release echoing across the vacant beach with a haunting, mournful melody that made the vibrant lady suck him more fully and deeply into her throat, pulling out each remaining drop of his come, until he lay writhing and panting on the beach begging her to cease her ministrations to his too-tender cock.
"I don't want to stop ... I love to suck you and taste you and swallow you. . . . Please. . . ." her voice trailed off as she pulled the flaccid organ back into the warmth of her mouth and licked every inch of it clean with her sweet, loving tongue. Robert twisted and jerked beneath her mouth, his voice not capable of telling her to stop. Charley sucked the limp organ back into her mouth and massaged it tenderly with her tongue and lips while the huge man moaned and tried to push her away.
"Jesus . . . stop! I I'm too tender after your delightful blow job. You MUST stop or you'll drive me crazy!!" he moaned and pleaded in tones so soft that she could ignore him and finish her own pleasure with his cock.
Charley sucked one final drop of his fluid into her mouth, her tongue moving easily and gently around the pulsing, tender head of Robert's cock as he writhed beneath her. She felt his delight at her ceaseless caressing of his organ and she did not stop her sucking and licking even though his prick was no longer engorged and throbbing. Her nostrils were distended as she breathed in the musky odor from his crotch. His cock moved slightly inside her warm, wet mouth and she ran her tongue along its length, feeling the tight curly hair that covered his crotch.
As they both sank into the damp sand the silence of nature engulfed them. The sweet juices from Charley's vagina made the insides of her thighs sticky, but she enjoyed the feel of her own flesh covered with the secretions of her passion. More than that, she found herself thrilling to the feel of Robert's succumbing to her newly-learned art of sucking cock. He had taught her well, so well that he was now lying inert and satiated beneath her talented, rosy lips. Charley "was pleased with herself . . . more than pleased as she pushed her body close to Robert's and kissed his cock.
Despite all that had already occurred that day, the voluptuous woman still felt a burning desire creeping from between her thighs throughout her entire body. She wanted more, yet she was at a loss as to what she needed or how she was to completely fulfill her ravenous appetite. She cupped her hand around the sacred treasure inside her thighs and lay back without being able to totally relax, envying Robert his blissful inertia and satiation. Trying very hard, she was still not able to turn off the gears of her mind or the desire inside of her pussy.
So much had happened to her. So many new worlds, new vistas and new ideas had come into her life that Charley felt herself slide backwards to the place she had left, to the girl she no longer was. Maybe it was time for her to try to understand why she had left her promising young husband for this life with no security but with a lot of promises of sexual and sensual experiences. She sensed that she was finally gaining a deeper and more fulfilling sense of herself as a human being, something she had been unable to gain with Paul. It was as if Charley had reached that point where she was capable of discovering herself as a total woman and a complete and beautiful human being.
However, the blooming of Charley's full sexual flower was slow and often awkward. She did what was expected of her by Robert, yet there were many times when she was not certain why she obeyed his strange and peculiar wishes. Nor was it clear to her why his domination and almost total control of her life and body aroused and stimulated her. All the voluptuous young woman was certain about as she lay in the Bahamian sun was that Robert was giving her something she wanted and needed. Her mentor and instructor in the fine art of fucking was capable of showing her heights of ecstasy and throes of passion that Charley had only dreamt about before.
Certainly, the young woman mused, Paul had never been able to bring her to an orgasm that counted, a climax so engulfing that she lost herself in the explosions that wracked her body. Rolling closer to Robert's strong body, she felt an electric shock race up her limbs as she touched his thigh with her hand. Charley was ready to rest, but she kept her fingers securely clasped around his cock, her head nestled against his muscular shoulder, and her legs drapped across his body as though by engulfing him with her own body, she could prevent him from slipping away before she was willing to give him up.
CHAPTER TWO
Clinging almost desperately to Robert's slumbering body, Charley finally allowed herself the luxury of drifting into semi-consciousness and dreams. The blazing afternoon sun sapped her energies and engulfed her naked body with its persistent fingers of heat. She tossed restlessly against the man who had brought her to this vacation paradise, yet her mind was far away from the beach and the man who had given her her first real taste of erotic abandon. God!! It seemed as if a million years had passed since Charley's first encounter with Robert. By the time he had swept her under his wing, she had been overly ripe for the delights he promised her.
It had not always been that way for Charley. She had had girlish fantasies about sex and men and orgies and a swinging life, but they had never even seemed a realistic alternative to the maturing girl. She knew what was expected of her, fantasy aside, and she had followed the prescribed path without question. After finishing college, she had married her long-time sweetheart, Paul, a talented and promising lawyer who promised her a life of ease and luxury. There was no doubt, at the time, that Charley might want something else for herself.
Neither Paul nor Charley had been virgins on their wedding night, but their clumsy grappling with each other had been unrewarding for both of them. She had willingly opened her thighs to the man she loved, but all he was capable of doing was pumping in and out so fast and so eagerly that he came before she had a chance to become aroused. With a sigh of resignation, the bride closed her legs around the hot come that was trickling down her legs and staining the silk sheets.
"Baby!!! That was great!" Paul whispered to her as he rolled to his side of the bed and went to sleep. Charley smiled faintly, her body telling her that Paul was not right, but her mind accepting their copulation as being the supreme act of love and marriage.
The one thing young Charley had resolved before she agreed to wear Paul's ring was that she would not fuck him until it was legal. Her brief practice and experience came with other men she knew from college, men equally inept at knowing how to give a woman pleasure, men also concerned mainly with getting their rocks off with no regard for the woman whose cunt received their come.
Paul might not have been great in the sack, but Charley was in no position to know anything better. Her young, nubile body ached for release, quivered with pent-up frustration, yet she was too innocent to know what her own flesh was trying to tell her. When she reached between her thighs and rubbed gingerly against her hot cunt, some relief flooded her aching sex. While Paul slept in ignorant bliss, his new wife, secretly and quickly, masturbated until she was unwound enough to fall asleep.
The honeymoon in Florida was an endless pound of nightclubs and tropical drinks that only served to make Paul's fucking more frantic and more rapid, each encounter between the lush silk sheets leaving Charley horny and frustrated and unable to fully understand why she was not as enchanted with the whole thing as her husband claimed to be.
Too often drunk, the beautiful woman would toss and turn while Paul slept beside her. Her drugged mind was filled with erotic fantasies that made no sense against the reality of their love-making. Not knowing what she was doing, Charley plunged her fingers into her hole, full with Paul's hot load, and massaged the velvet walls of her vagina. Her soft moans never disturbed him.
Even when she felt the muscles of her pussy contracting wildly around her fingers, sucking her hand deeper and deeper into the moist cavern between her thighs, she did not awaken her husband. It wasn't much, but the movements of her own hands were all Charley had to relieve her frustrations. Deep inside she already knew that there was more to fucking than what she shared with Paul, but her years of conditioning still would not permit her to express her feelings of dissatisfaction with him. She suffered in silence, while on the outside she smiled and cavorted just the way a young bride was expected to behave on her honeymoon.
Paul took great pride in his wife's graceful beauty. He liked to buy her expensive clothes that showed off her curves and dark, exotic beauty. For the grand finale of their honeymoon, Paul surprised Charley with a long, slinky gown and reservations at Miami Beach's poshest supper club. His eager smile as he presented her with those ultimate tokens of his love, made Charley kiss his cheek tenderly, sorry instantly for the rumblings of discontent she had been feeling.
It gave the young woman pleasure to pamper her lithe body until it glistened in radiant splendor. She lay in a tub of fragrant bubbles, feeling her flesh absorb the rich oils that kept her golden skin as smooth and fine as velvet. Her full breasts were barely visible in the cloud of bubbles, but she reached into the suds and caressed her dark, round nipple until it was hard and firm. She pulled at the tip until a shot of electric pleasure coursed through her limbs making her quiver in delight.
Charley wondered, as she played with the succulent flesh of her tits, why Paul did not find her body as exciting as she sometimes did. All of the articles she had read in women's magazines had prepared her to be devoured by her husband. After all of the waiting and planning for her glorious wedding night, Charley had found only the rapid pumping into her hole with none of the other erotic play she so longed to experience. Maybe it was silly to believe what she had read, but, as the young woman languished in her bath, feeling the softness of her flesh beneath her hands, she wished that Paul could share this with her.
Knowing that her husband expected her to spend many hours preparing for their evening's entertainment, Charley was in no hurry to leave the haven of her tub. She ran her hands along her flat belly until they reached the tuft of dark hair that protected her sex. She parted her thighs and felt the warm water engulf her clit while she opened her hole and slipped a finger inside.
"Mmmm . . she moaned huskily, her voice sounding far-off and foreign to her ears. Those were not the sounds of a proper young lady, a bride and a wife who was expected to enhance the image of her talented husband.
Charley did not care whether her behavior was right or proper. Her body ached for sexual release and all she could concentrate upon was the rapid thrusting of her finger deeper inside her vagina. With each new entry her cunt contracted tightly around her finger. She pressed the palm of her hand hard against her hot clit, stimulating the organ every time she finger-fucked herself.
The warm water was slapping against her wet flesh, caressing her body like a million hands. Her dark nipples protruded from the bubbles as she started to thrash and writhe with the increasing pressure of her hand in her pie. Charley was no longer aware of her low cries of pleasure or her frantic movements. Dark ringlets of hair plastered her cheeks that were flushed with feverish excitement. Her finger kept going in and out of the silken valley between her legs, feeling the sweet pearl at the far end of her sex.
Unable to restrain herself, the young woman grabbed at her full tit and pulled almost savagely on the tip, then released it. She rubbed her hand across the swollen bud faster and faster, each stroke making the distended bud stick , out further and more painfully from her breast. She plucked at the dark nipple again, enjoying the sharp pain that shot through her body.
Her pelvis arched out of the foamy water as Charley sensed the waves of her climax engulf her naked body. She ground her hand against her throbbing clit, her finger jammed as far inside her cunt as she could reach. Her distended nipples grew even more erect and firm as she moaned wildly, exploding in each pore of her body.
Sinking back weakly into the tub full of fragrant bubbles, Charley found herself relaxed for the first time since her wedding. She longed to share her experience with Paul, but a small voice from the recesses of her mind told her that he would not understand or appreciate his young wife's lusty drives or her sexual appetites. She sighed, remembering that she had an engagement for the evening. It was time to leave her fantasy world and begin becoming Paul's wife again . ..
"Are you about ready, darling?" Paul called through the closed door of the dressing room where Charley had been closeted for almost an hour. He was impatient to see his beautiful wife. One thing he knew for certain was that he was the proud possessor of one of the most attractive and alluring females in the world. Not one of his friends or business associates could boast of a wife whose beauty came even close to Charley's. Paul could hardly wait for the first party they would have so that he could show off his new wife.
"In a minute," she answered. Paul thought he heard a note of impatience and reluctance in her soft voice, but easily dismissed the idea when he remembered how women liked to primp until they looked perfect.
Charley stood in front of the full-length mirror staring intently at herself. Her new gown, elegantly cut to mold her sensual body like a custom-made glove, was just the perfect shade of pale ivory to enhance the golden tan she had acquired in Florida. Her bare shoulders and the deep cleavage between her ripe, full breasts shimmered in the soft light. Charley smiled at her reflection, turning slightly to see the low, plunging back of the gown. Her round hips and sleek ass were accented by the rich fabric of her dress as it flowed over her body and cascaded in luxurious folds to the floor.
Her only ornament was a small gold chain with a radiant opal hanging against the bronze flesh between her breasts. The iridescent stone sparkled brightly, giving of a myriad of incandescent colors. Charley had been almost as surprised by Paul's choice of that simple necklace as she had been by his gift of the ivory gown she now wore. Both had been things she might have picked for herself, very simple, yet elegant and provocative. In the past, her husband's taste had been much more flamboyant and a lot less sensual. Maybe, Charley mused, he was starting to see the lusty woman who resided deep inside of her soul, the erotic creature who longed for a way to escape the prison of tedium and proper decorum she had been taught to accept as her lot in life.
A final appraisal of her figure in the mirror convinced Charley the she looked radiant. Her face was still flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm. Her nipples were hard knobs, pushing against the clinging fabric of her gown. The dark curls that were Charley's greatest pride, swept gracefully along her shoulders and hung softly down her back. Soft waves barely touched her cheeks as they framed her glowing face and her dark, intense eyes. For a brief minute, the young woman wanted to giggle at the incongruous difference between her elegant gown and her almost girlish tumble of thick, long hair. Yet, the child-woman who met her gaze in the looking glass could riot have appeared more beautiful.
Paul was speechless when his new wife glided into the sitting room of their hotel suite. Her whole body undulated provocatively as she moved, the full swirls of her gown rustling almost imperceptibly around her long legs. He was struck by the ample amount of her golden flesh that the dress exposed, but his fears of her propriety were quashed by the sheer perfection of her total image. Charley appeared as a goddess to him and he was in awe of her voluptuous allure.
"WOW!!" was all he said as they left to celebrate the last night of their honeymoon.
Their first stop was a small, intimate lounge where Paul flamboyantly ordered two bottles of expensive champagne and a selection of exotic and too-costly tidbits for them to nibble on while they toasted their lucky and successful marriage. In a very short time, Charley was light-headed and giggling, feeling herself slipping away from her rather somber and unexciting husband. She let her dark eyes travel over the dark room investigating the other people rich enough and foolish enough to dump their money for the prestige of having been to The Polo Lounge.
"Baby, I just spotted a fellow I know from home ... an important consultant we really ought to know. Let me go invite him to join us for a drink, okay?" Paul asked without even waiting for his wife's reply. Suddenly, their romantic celebration was much less important to him than a promising business encounter. As he excused himself from their secluded booth, Paul noted again how pleasing his wife looked. She would help break the ice with this man; she would show Paul off as a man of exquisite taste!
"Sure . . . invite the whole bar over if you think it might help your career!" Charley said violently, but under her breath, as her husband drifted towards the other end of the lounge. She was sick of Paul's business and his career. She was sick of pretending to be happy when she was bored or angry. She was also getting drunk and decided to continue with that pursuit. At least, if she was high, she might have some fun while Paul was occupied with being the perfect young lawyer who spent money like it was as natural as peeing. She laughed out loud. It still did not completely make sense to her why her husband cared so avidly about what other people thought about him.
Charley cared about the opinions of others, even people she didn't know and would never meet. She cared if men gazed at her with longing and desire. She wanted to feel a man mentally undress her. She wanted to know that her slender, supple body made men want to fuck her and made women jealous. But, she had never gotten to the point where she cared about impressing people she knew so that they would think of her as SOMETHING or SOMEONE. That was Paul's trip. All Charley was aware of was her own basic compulsion to be noticed as a sexy, attractive woman.
Pouring herself another drink, Charley watched her husband leading his captive consultant back towards the booth. In the dim light from the candles she noticed instantly that their new companion was young and very handsome in a rugged, carefree way. Paul appeared very formal and styled next to the shaggy-haired, expensively hip young man. Charley decided that she would not allow herself to be bored that night.
"Eric, I'd like you to meet my wife, Charlotta," Paul said in a formal, rigid tone that made his wife want to giggle. She glanced up sweetly and smiled seductively at the attractive, ruggedly handsome man who stared at her in disbelief.
"Charmed. Please, all of my friends," she exaggerated the emphasis on each word, "call me Charley. Please, join us for some delicious champagne," she finished, her voice low and husky, provocative and inviting. This was a new game for her and she felt herself warming to it instantly.
"Thanks, Charley. Your husband certainly is an extraordinary and lucky man . . ." Eric said as he sat next to Charley in the booth. As he gazed at the woman and watched her actions and heard the double meanings to her words, all Eric could wonder was WHY she was wasting her time with a drip like Paul.
"He thinks so. This is our last night here and we're celebrating. I hope you'll give us the pleasure of your company. Paul tells me that you are also from beautiful, sunny Southern California," she murmured softly, a note of sarcasm in her voice. The champagne made her feel free and comfortable, comfortable to be as nasty as she wanted to be as long as she could do so without being obvious. When Eric slid close to her and she pressed her thigh against his, she honestly believed that her husband was so preoccupied with looking good and creating a proper impression on this young man that he would never hear the barely veiled undertones of her own comments. "Yes, yes . . . we'd love to share this final evening with you, if you don't have other plans," Paul said too eagerly, not noticing that the man was more interested in Charley than he would ever be in establishing a business contact with Paul.
Charley smiled sweetly at her husband, her leg tightly pressed against Eric's muscular thigh. Raising her glass, the young beauty toasted their new friendship. Paul and Eric both heartily concurred with her, although their reasons were quite different and their expectations from the chance meeting had nothing in common. Paul wanted a prominent, important business buddy; Eric wanted to get into Paul's wife's panties. Charley rubbed Eric's leg with her free hand as she sipped down the last of her champagne.
More champagne was ordered. New china dishes filled with taste treats Charley could not even pronounce and certainly did not like kept arriving at their table. Eric ate ravenously, muttering about trying such delicacies in France and Greece and Morocco and other places Charley had never even heard about. She picked at the food and gulped down the bubbling liquid. All she could think about was getting rid of her husband. Then, she would be free to seduce this virile young man who returned her touches with a surprised and interested glance.
Before Charley had a chance to devise a scheme to release herself from the presence of her dull husband, the manager of the exclusive lounge approached their booth very quickly. He showed proper awe at the sumptuous spread the three young people were enjoying. His obsequious bow indicated that he appreciated their obvious position and prestige, a gesture that thrilled Paul more than anything he could imagine.
"Mr. Chappick?" the small man asked deferentially, not certain which of the two men would respond to his inquiry.
"Yes?" Paul replied quickly, eagerly, feeling inflated with self-importance by the fact that he had been singled out in such an important gathering spot for the "In Crowd."
"There is a call for you, sir," the man said, indicating the first booth against the far wall where there was a phone and a garish red velvet stool.
"Thank you very much," Paid answered, handing the man a bill that was far in excess of any tip he might have deserved had he done something totally out of the line of his duty. He smiled and nodded gratefully, shuffling away while Paul strode almost arrogantly to answer the telephone.
"Shit!" Charley muttered when she saw how ostentatious her husband had been. Sometimes, when Paul behaved the way he was behaving this evening, she seriously questioned her own sanity in marrying such a man. Why did all of these status symbols mean so much to him? He was both well-respected and competent in his field, he was invited to the "better" parties and had influential friends and associates. But, that was not enough. He wanted more and more and more, and he acted like a fool to gain entrance into a tight, inner and upper echelon of people that Charley felt certain were even duller and more provincial than the people he already socialized with. She did not understand, and she was beginning to care even less about his mad drive towards the Pinnacle.
"Dear, dear . . . you sound unhappy, Charley," Eric said finally. His hand rested easily on her thigh, his blue eyes were curious as they stared at her.
"He's an ass sometimes. Not that it's a surprise, really. I went to enough of his cocktail parties and business dinners to know how compulsive he was . . . but, dammit!! This is supposed to be a honeymoon. . . ." her voice trailed off. She was not about to tell Eric how miserable she felt about her sex life with Paul. Complain about business or bitch about ambition . . . that was acceptable for a wife. But, never allude to the fact that her husband failed miserably in bed! I Charley had learned that rule. Besides, Paul did not fail himself. He always came. Only Charley suffered the pangs of frustration from his inconsiderate and ignorant banging.
"Getting ahead, my lovely, is the name of the game. The sooner you accept that, the better you will adjust to your life," was all that Eric said. A faint, almost sadly cynical smile played on his lips. Before Charley could pursue the words he had chosen not to utter, Paul was back at the table.
"Sweetheart, we're going to have to leave. I hate to spoil our last evening, but a client is here from California to give me some very important papers . . . papers I've been trying to get from him for months. He's waiting at the Fontainbleu. I'm sorry," Paul explained in a voice that showed he was more eager to see his prominent client than disappointed in spoiling his bride's evening.
"Oh . . . sounds like a real ball!" Charley said listlessly, unable to even muster her anger.
"Paul, why don't you let me take your wife to dinner while you see this guy? We can meet you back here in a few hours and have a nightcap. You'll probably need one after jacking around with a client all evening," Eric suggested nonchalantly. Charley tensed slightly, not certain what she expected to happen, but knowing that anything had to be more interesting than sitting with Paul while he entertained a client.
"Splendid. Thanks a million, Eric, old buddy. I won't forget this, believe me. Have a good time, Charley, dear. Ill be back in no time, I promise," Paul agreed, happy that he could leave his wife with someone he trusted, relieved that he did not have to expose his very conservative, morally zealot client to the naked flesh Charley proudly exposed and flaunted. No, Paul was certain that Mr. Martin would have disapproved of Charley's body, of her gown, of her hair and everything she said or did. Far safer to leave her with Eric!
"Well . . ." was all that Eric said as he poured them each a fresh glass of expensive champagne. Charley moved closer to him, letting her hand travel up along the inside of his leg until she felt the bulge of his manhood. When Eric had sauntered over to the booth with Paul, she had noticed how his tight, low-slung pants had cupped his genitals as provocatively as her own dress showed off her tits. Not knowing what her overt actions would actually lead to, Charley still placed her hand around the bulky organ between his legs.
"Well . . ." she whispered into his ear, her lips brushing against his face and her mouth kissing softly along the contours of his neck. Eric did not encourage her, but he did not move away from her either, a bemused smile on his face.
"This is your night of jubilation, my dear. I am at your service, if you desire dinner or festivities of some sort. Unfortunately, I know Miami Beach too well, or, well enough, to show you whatever you are seeking for a grand finale," Eric told her almost too casually, as though he had played the game too many times before and knew how silly it was.
"Yes . . . take me away from this dreadful place! I want something different, something a bit less polished and exclusive and dreary. I would like to finally have my glorious honeymoon! God knows, I have anticipated it for long enough!" Charley answered, her voice giddy with champagne and her decorum long ago discarded along with her hopes to rejuvenate the sexual excitement that she had expected and prayed for between her and her husband.
"Follow me, lovely lady," Eric said, taking her arm and leading her from the Polo Lounge, realizing that she was his prize for at least a few hours. Her slender body weaved gently against him, aching silently to surrender totally to his guidance because Charley was too tired of calculating and anticipating what was going to occur in her life. Eric appeared suave and confident, and she was willing to abandon herself to him. She knew he would not disappoint her.
They did not speak again while they walked from the bar into one of the large, glamorous hotels that graced Miami Beach. Charley didn't bother to remember the name any more than she questioned their destination. Her lithe, languid body clung to Eric without hesitation. She wanted him to fuck her. She knew he wanted to fuck her. The details of the encounter she gladly left up to him. Eric inserted a key into the lock and escorted her into a room as plush and expensive and conspicuously furnished as the suite she and Paul occupied. Business!! God, that horrible monster made men do funny, pretentious things with other people's money, she thought as she glided inside, feeling every fiber of her body tense and eager for the coupling that was about to occur.
Eric did not bother with the formalities of pretending that they were in his hotel room for anything other than getting down. He didn't even offer the woman a drink. Charley went to the bar alone and poured a tumbler full of expensive scotch, a label she had read about but had never tried. Like too many other things she indulged in, the scotch was part of an erotic fantasy created by slick advertisers who had never known the dull horrors of her supposedly glamorous life. She sucked the fiery liquid down while she hypnotically followed Eric's lean figure into the bedroom.
She sat on the large bed, her long legs crossed casually. Charley had never done anything like this before. Part of her was frightened, but mostly she was intoxicated enough to feel in control of the situation. Eric smiled at her as he picked up the phone and ordered a magnum of champagne, an act even more decadent than Paul's earlier conspicuous consumption at the lounge. The dark woman did not indicate that his act had even registered with her, much less that it reminded her of the man she was trying to escape.
Silence. What was there to say? Eric began to take off his clothes while Charley gazed at his strong, lean young body with obvious hunger. When the room-service banged at the door, he strode away from her avid eyes clad merely in his tight, skimpy shorts. His ass was round and tight, his legs muscular and well-formed. Charley liked watching his semi-nude body.
Finishing the scotch that seared her throat, Charley started to unfasten her garments, began to strip away the fabric that prevented her from rubbing naked flesh- against Eric's young, virile body. Her ivory gown dropped in a heap on the floor. Bare breasts swelling in excitement, the round, dark nipples distended and hard, she bent to smooth the dress. Despite her excitement and sense of true adventure, she remembered that eventually she would have to greet her husband again. It had to appear as though she had behaved properly!
Eric came with the champagne and poured two full glasses, never glancing at Charley's almost-naked body. She took the liquor gratefully, feeling her nerve dying and her gusto waning. But, as Erie turned towards her and appraised the full beauty of her body, his smile of approval was all that Charley needed to continue what she had started. His eyes remained glued to the enticing curves of her hips, the full, swollen breasts and the slim waist that were topped with a dark, mysterious face and eyes that smoldered erotically and promised him that there was a wild animal caged inside the proper body of Mrs. Paul Chappick.
Charley was dying with anticipation for the fucking she knew was about to occur, the fucking she had hoped for from the instant Paul had brought Eric to join them earlier in the night. Now, as they were together in total nakedness, she knew that her wish was about to become true. Eric was with her, Eric was captivated by her in a way that Paul was incapable of. Charley felt her power as a woman for the first time, sensing that she was capable of giving this man as much pleasure as he was about to give her. The entire situation made her even hornier than she had ever imagined possible. What Charley felt as she felt their naked flesh press together was different and more thrilling than her wildest, craziest fantasies!
Every inch of the young woman's flesh was throbbing in anticipation of the fucking that she knew was about to occur, the screwing she had planned in her fantasies from the. first moment her eyes beheld Eric and his well-hung crotch. Now, as they lay silently together in total nakedness, she knew that her most incredible fantasy was about to come true. Eric was still with her, and he was captivated by the dark, mysterious woman who had been turned over to his control for a few hours. The entire, story-book situation was making Charley hornier than hell!
"Do it in the ass," Charley heard herself moan. "Fuck me in the butt!" she murmured breathlessly, not quite certain what made her desire such a foreign manner of copulation.
"Easy, baby, take it easy. I don't like my women to tell me how to screw! I'll take good care of you, don't worry about that, sweetheart," Eric said as he kneeled above the naked woman who was already breathing heavily as she offered herself to him.
Eric bent his mouth down to the hard nipples that were pointing right at his face. He licked them slowly, his tongue making slow circles around the woman's breasts while she squirmed beneath his touch. Charley reached up to pull him down on top of her, but Eric was not ready to leave her full, delicious tits. He sucked them into his mouth, pulling on the tips with his teeth. Charley cried out in pain, a pain that was too close to pleasure for her to object. She was finally having the honeymoon of her dreams!
More champagne was poured. Eric drank his, one hand buried in Charley's tangle of pubic hair. She tried to sit up and gulp more of the intoxicating liquid. He let her drink, then, taking the glass from her hand, poured the remaining champagne down the valley between her breasts.
"Bastard!!" she exclaimed as the cool fluid spread across her belly and ran into the dark bush where Eric rested his hand. He laughed.
Charley felt herself slipping further and further into the strange, exotic happening that Eric showed her. It no longer concerned her that Paul was her husband; she was not even entirely positive that she was not dreaming her encounter with crazy, lascivious Eric. All she wanted was to feel the power of his tool as it plunged into her cunt. Charley wanted to be fucked until she could stand it no longer, until she had to beg for mercy, her own come dripping down her thighs while she opened her cunt in full acceptance of Eric's load of hot, creamy semen.
With his mouth open and his tongue sticking out, Eric first probed the inside of Charley's mouth, tasting her excited secretions as they played an erotic fencing match with their tongues. She pressed her lips to his mouth, wanting to draw him into her mouth as frantically as she wanted to draw his cock into her cunt and her anus and any other place Eric could possibly shove the rod.
Without yet permitting her the pleasure of his whole body plastered against her nakedness, Eric started to lick up the champagne he had poured onto Charley's skin. He followed the sticky liquor down the full length of her body, licking and lapping both skin and champagne until he had his face buried in the dark pubis whose secrets he was about ready to explore. She twisted and moaned underneath him, her hips arching upwards to meet his tongue as it stabbed at the erect clit between her thighs.
Eric pulled the swollen lips of her vagina apart, sucking in the remains of the champagne as well as the perfume of her pie. He was relishing not only the beautiful, willing woman, the extravagance of the silk sheets and the driblets of the champagne he had ordered from room service. He had plans for that magnum that would give dear, lovely Charley memories of her honeymoon unequaled by anything her husband might show her! Maybe this entire situation was risky, but at least Eric had chosen to do it with a kinky style he knew Charley wanted and had never experienced before.
Eric reached down and pulled Charley's full, well-rounded hips up until his throbbing, swollen prick was resting at the entrance of her buttocks. His gaze fell hungrily on those smooth snowdrifts, and his hands came to stroke the velvet skin of her ass. Her golden Florida tan made the paleness of her butt highly desirable to Eric as he watched the woman roll enthusiastically each time he touched her.
"Please fuck me, "Eric! Sink that cock into me . . . put it into my bowels and screw me hard! Hurry, hurry, Eric," Charley moaned, delirious with wine and erotica, feeling her own most fantastic sexual fantasies beginning to be real. She wanted this man more than she had ever wanted anyone, more than Eric would ever know. She was dripping pussy juices continuously, her vagina churning each time she felt his stiff cock touching her body while he tormented her with his mouth and tongue.
Spreading her delicious buttocks with his hands, Eric brought his thick, swollen penis to press on Charley's tightly wrinkled, virgin anus. He reached down underneath his heavy shaft and ran his fingers across her dripping, slippery cunthole. Fingers slimy with her love juices, he applied the lubrication to the length of his rigid pole and to the small entrance of her asshole.
This preparation for screwing Charley made Eric feel good, it made him aware of the power he had as a man. Watching her shiver and writhe in anticipation gave him even greater pleasure, knowing that she would not forget these hours spent together. To further his desire, to make his prick grow even bigger and more eager, Eric grabbed Charley's hand and pushed it down between her legs until her fingers were soaked with the fluid her tight cunt was pumping out.
Guiding her wet hand, Eric showed her how to rub the slick moisture to her own anus, and, then, to his cock. She did not hesitate to follow his instructions. When her sticky fingers felt the large cock and the swollen balls, she no longer required his guidance. Charley massaged his balls with one hand while she ran her other back through the wet valley of her sex and covered her fingers with more of her excited secretions. Eagerly, she placed her sopping hand on Eric's crotch, covering his genitals with the lubrication her pussy was oozing out, touching the full length of her own crack to make it ready to accept the tool Eric was about to plunge into her.
Grabbing hold of his rigid flesh-pole, he moved the tip around the anal entrance provocatively offered him. He pushed hard against the virginal opening of Charley's ass. She gasped with the sharp, wonderful pain of his onslaught. She felt her sphincter muscles roughly dilated, and as the slippery prick dug into her rectum, Charley bit down hard on her lip to stifle the cry of pain that quickly mingled with her scream of ecstasy.
Eric watched his hot cock sink slowly deeper into the distended ring of her hole until finally the entire length of his penis was embedded in her rectum. As he drew back for a second plunge he closed his eyes against the highly stimulating sensation that her tightly-muscled walls generated as her chute pulled against his throbbing cock.
He rammed into her and it felt marvelous because her ass was a territory never before explored. The tightness of her hole caressed each pore of his cock as he pushed it inside of Charley. He pulled out part-way, then shoved his penis back inside with more force, feeling the muscles that guarded her asshole start to loosen up with his movements.
"Oh, YES! Do it in my ass, lover! Do it in my butt! Make me feel you inside of me," Charley shrieked out, not even aware of where she was or what she was doing. All the horny, eager woman knew was that she needed to be fucked. Eric was starting to show her exactly what that meant and she was ready to do anything he told her to do, knowing that the "honeymoon" had begun.
Charley moaned, reaching up to brace her body for the pounding Eric was giving her asshole. She braced herself for the powerful thrusts that reamed her ass and sent the red-hot cock deeper into her virgin rectum. Panting heavily, she dropped her head and looked down between her dangling, bouncing breasts, past her spread thighs to Eric's taut scrotum sac slapping wildly against her spread buttocks. Her eyes misted, glazed with the erotic intoxication of the image she saw. Her wildest fantasies had never included sexual acts like Eric was introducing her to this evening.
Above the wild panting and the pounding in her head, Charley heard her voice moaning and mumbling words of encouragement as Eric pumped in and out of her distended rectum. Even if she woke up and discovered that all of this bawdy sex was a dream, Charley still wanted more! Her body was lurching to meet every thrust of her new lover. Finally, young Charley was getting her first glimpse of what sex and fucking could do to a woman. She wanted to surrender totally to the feelings that coursed through her body.
"Eric, fuck harder . . . harder! Screw the shit out of me, darling!" she screamed, whatever decorum she had retained lost in the passion of finally finding a man who appreciated FUCKING. Charley was crazed as her body let go with orgasm after orgasm, each one so intense that she was lost in the fireworks of release. Nothing she had ever read in any magazine had prepared her for the REAL THING Eric was giving to her.
Eric was driving hard into her rectum, his cock growing harder and harder each time he felt the tight grasping fingers of her ass pull him inside of her hole. He knew that his come was pushing against the head of his cock, ready to fire into the tight pink hole that Charley had given him without protest. Yet, with each lunge into her butt, he found that he wanted to make their fucking last longer and longer. He was not willing to discharge his semen into her butt. Eric had already seen the tight, almost unused pussy Charley shoved towards his body. When he emptied his manhood, he planned to dump it into that pink slit!
Charley could feel the pumping shaft inside of her rectum swell with imminent climax. Her own body was writhing and grinding so frantically, so unconsciously, that she was not certain if she had climaxed. All she knew was the desire to keep fucking, to never stop what Eric made her feel. Her ass ached from the prod that he pushed inside of her, yet, that sweet pain was driving her mad with more desire. He was capturing her whole body and soul with each shove that made her body feel as though his prick had entered the furthest depths of her body. Charley wanted more!
Eric grabbed her hips and began jerking them back and forth violently on his ever-growing prick. She did not resist, only writhed back and forth as her entire body gyrated in acceptance of his sex tool. Charley's dark hair whipped about her face, her slender body thrashing about like a primitive animal impaled from the rear-end by a white-hot poker.
"Don't stop!" was all that Charley could mumble as her rear-end was torn open by Eric's plunging cock. She hurt from his entrance into her virginal hole. Each time his body came forward and filled her ass with his manhood, she felt as if he were tearing her apart, yet, she wanted him to continue. As his semen-filled balls smacked against her bare butt, Charley arched her whole pelvis up to meet him, delighting in every touch their flesh made.
"Slow down, baby. Let me show you what a real orgasm is all about!!" Eric whispered, pulling his aching cock from the tight hole he had initiated. He knew that he had to slow down if he wanted to come in her cunt, if he wanted to play music on her clit until she begged for mercy. For Eric, there was nowhere else to dump his load except for that pink slit right below Charley's dark mound.
Balls aching for release, he pulled away from the dark woman beneath him. She cried out, legs thrashing in an attempt to hold his cock inside of her. Rolling onto his back, Eric dragged Charley over on top of him. She did not know what to do. Their sweating, naked bodies clung together as he forced her to open her legs to straddle his prone body.
Eric's persistent hands pulled her breasts, toying with the dark nipples, until she lowered her moist cunt onto his crotch. Her eyes were closed, her dark hair swirling around her face as her pelvis ground into him. She clung onto his muscular shoulders waiting for Eric to show her what to do next. He grabbed his rod and ran it along the crack between her thighs, pausing to massage her clit. When Charley screamed out and tried to fling her whole body away from that stimulation, Eric gripped her shoulders and pushed her down onto his prick.
"OH! More! No .... STOP!!" she screamed incoherently as his penis touched the end of her valley and massaged the pearl at the most remote recesses of her sex. She could not escape this stimulation. She did not want the feelings that engulfed her to end. Charley was going crazy as Eric continued to manipulate her body on top of his hard prick, his own hips rotating to meet her wild movements as the orgasms took over her whole sensory system and drove her into an exploding, incapacitating mass of flesh astride Eric.
Before he allowed his own aching, thrusting sex to come inside of the crying, pleading woman who rode his cock, Eric made one final, deep thrust into her cunt. Her erupting clit ground against his body as the waves of Charley's climax entwined her being with the cock that impaled her cunt. Her jerking, clutching movements sucked him deeper into the wet hole where Eric longed to deposit his semen. He shoved his knees up, grabbed her shoulders and pushed her body down hard against him. Charley came and came and came.
Feeling her entire pussy open and dripping, feeling the contractions of her vagina as she sucked his cock into her hole each time her body exploded with the initial wave of glory, Eric let his cock discharge its stream of scalding semen into Charley's quaking cunt. Jerking spurt after spurt of creamy white liquid into her cunt, they both rose up enough to see the exact place where their organs were in such ecstasy. His come dribbled along the inner smoothness of her thighs, but Charley treasured that sticky ejection.
Holding onto what remained of their chance erotic encounter, both Eric and Charlie wanted to plan another meeting, another fucking. As they dressed and finished the champagne, not one word was uttered. There was nothing to say. Sex had been more than perfect. The possibility of meeting again was so small that neither Eric or Charley even mentioned it. What they had shared had been incredible.
"Til take you back," Eric began after they were both dressed and uneasy.
"Thank you. I'll find Paul," was all Charley answered.
Suddenly, the glamorous hotel suite was empty, cold and unimpressive for both of them. She did not want to leave. Eric did not want her to leave. It was an impasse. Charley had not yet reached the point where she was certain that her marriage was a stupid disaster. Paul expected her home sometime that night. She planned on being there with him.
"Call my husband, okay? He wants to see you about..."
Eric cut in with a hostile voice that cut Charley's civilized explanation off short.
"If you want to screw again, you call me, okay? I have no business with Paul, especially after tonight, dear. Make my apologies to him, but I can't make it back with you. If you NEED me, or if you want someone besides that drip, give me a call." That was all Eric offered Charley as he left the suite and smiled at her. Right then, both of them, without confessing it to each other, intended to pursue their affair. Eric found her willing and attractive. Charley found Eric eager to indulge her fantasies.
CHAPTER THREE
Charley thought about Eric often, but she refused to call him. She knew so little about sex that the idea of becoming his mistress frightened her even more than it attracted her. But, her "honeymoon" with Eric gave her a taste of the things her life was lacking. Charley was not at peace, and she knew that until she had sampled more erotic delights she could never be happy.
Unwittingly, Paul was providing her with the means to satisfy her desires. He gave Charley a home and food and clothes and money, never realizing that these things were not enough for her, never seeing how thwarted and unhappy his bride really was. Because Charley did not talk to him, Paul was unaware that the business dinners, the cocktail parties, the dull insipid chatter, and the endless martinis bored his wife.
Charley kept trying to be the wife Paul wanted, despite the fact that she longed for sensual pleasures rather than buying a fancy house and expensive clothes. She was growing restless and moody, silent and withdrawn. She knew that there was more for her than simply being an image, Paul's wife, his appendage. She no longer enjoyed her husband's attempts to show her off, to impress people with her style and beauty. The way he flaunted her qualities as a woman in public made her resent, more acutely, his inability to appreciate her body and her sexuality in the privacy of their own bedroom.
Even though she was very aware of being unfulfilled, the changes Charley was experiencing were slow and gradual, hesitant and balking because a part of her really believed that she should be content with her marriage to Paul. She could no longer respond to his traditional, uninspired love-making, except as a "duty" a wife owes her husband. Very infrequently, Charley opened her legs long enough to sense the presence of Paul's semen in her vagina. She never came. While he pumped in and out to get his rocks off, her head was filled with erotic fantasies that featured nameless, faceless men who tantalized her body with furious fucking.
"I love you, darling," Paul whispered into her ear after depositing his come inside her cunt. His naked body was pressed close to her, his hand stroking her dark hair in one of the few gestures of tenderness he knew.
To thank him for leaving her body aching with frustration and pent-up disappointment, Charley disentangled herself from his cloying flesh and tried to fall asleep. Paul, believing she was as spent from their intercourse as he was, kissed her lightly on her shoulder and decided to go to sleep himself. It was beyond his comprehension of women to have any sense of the tortures his wife was experiencing. Paul was not a fool, however his knowledge about sexual intimacy and the "female animal" was archaic and incomplete. Rather than trying to talk to him, to confront him with her problems, Charley continued to roll over and go to sleep.
A stranger would have realized that Charley was not really asleep. Paul stroked her dark curls once more as he drifted into the land of Morpheus, innocently unaware that Charley was aching and throbbing between her thighs. She drifted off, not falling asleep, not surrendering totally to the god who pulled her husband into unconsciousness. Her naked body sought sexual release more than sleep.
Charley's mind was wandering into the hinterlands of her erotic desires. She traveled to a field of tall grass and fresh flowers, a field surrounded by a dark, dense forest devoid of light. Her meadow was green and lush, the kind of place where her naked body could roll in nature's splendor and enjoy every sensual experience.
It was quiet, the only sounds came from the rustling trees in the background. Charley touched her breasts, feeling her dark nipples growing erect beneath her touch. Her nude body rolled in the grass, each slow movement massaging her like a million fingers. She reveled in the touch of the succulent grass as it caressed her skin. Charley was so engrossed in the pleasure of her private paradise that she did not notice the figures approaching from the dark, mysterious forest that enclosed her sybaritic field.
Thrusting in and out of the wet hole nestled between her legs, enchanted by the dreams that floated into her consciousness, Charley was concerned with only one thing: she wanted to cornel The emerging bodies were not a part of her karma. The only thing that mattered to her was the increasing moisture dripping from her cunt as she pushed herself closer and closer to an orgasm.
The shadowed figures became three young men, surly, hungry and aroused by the sight of Charley's naked body masturbating in the green, silent meadow. Her dark eyes were shut against any invasion from outside. But, her writhing, luscious body was not invisible to the men who clustered around her.
The men were watching each movement of Charley's hand as she penetrated her cunt. The organs with which they intended to sample her vagina were growing larger and harder as they appreciated her finger-bucking. Crying out as her climax was about to immobilize her body, Charley felt the presence of the men who were gazing avidly at her frantic pursuit of a climax.
What could she say? Charley was so aroused that all she wanted to do was to invite them to join her in the pleasure that was encompassing her body. Fear never crossed her mind; she sensed that all the men wanted was to fuck her. Fucking was all that Charley wanted! The three men who confronted her in the meadow looked more than capable of satisfying her hungry, churning cunt.
Nothing was said, nothing had to be said., Charley saw the men and she accepted their presence without question. Her dark eyes invited them to join her. Like mimics, the three men undressed in unison, each displaying a rigid pole directed at her pink, wet pussy. Charley opened her legs further to show them what treats she was offering. The men came closer, panting and bending down towards her flesh.
"NO." Her voice sounded foreign; it had no relationship to the aroused, writhing female who lay on the grass.
"Open your legs, bitch!" one of the men commanded.
"No . . . don't hurt me, please," Charley whispered knowing that they could rip her cunt apart and there would be no protest from her rosy lips.
"Spread them, whore. Show us the meat before we buy it. Let's see the pink cunt!" a different voice said.
It was a dream, a fantasy, but that did not matter as Charlie rolled on the grass and waited for the three strangers to plunder her. Her thighs dropped open as a invitation to the implied threats. She felt no fear, no sense of terror when they had stripped away their levis. The cocks that were aimed directly at her belly looked even larger than they had when Charley saw them protruding through the zippers of the strangers' pants.
Everything was turning shades of green, blending into the meadow where Charley offered herself. She felt hands touching her breasts, tugging at the flesh until her body ached with a pain that came close to being pleasure. There were too many hands, too many fingers, too many men with rigid, steel poles ready to plunge into her cunt. Charley was eager and afraid. The men who ravished her ripe flesh were total strangers.
The forest seemed to grow closer and closer to the four bodies in the meadow. Charley felt no reluctance when she" spread her thighs to show the intruders her vagina. Bestial sounds poured from their mouths as the three men started to ravish her naked, ripe, willing body.
She wanted to scream "RAPE" but, their mauling felt good, touched her where no man had been able to reach her before.
Thighs wide open, her hole visible and available to the three cocks waiting to sink into her hole, Charley waited to be fucked. She wanted those three men to shove their poles into her cunt. She wanted to FEEL something while she was being screwed. If they decided to take advantage of her willingness, she still felt no apprehension.
Her body screamed out to those men who had appeared from the shadows of the forest. "Fuck me, Fuck me hard." That was all Charley's frenzied brain could dream about while the three men lowered their nude cocks closer to her spread sex. "Shove it inside, PLEASE," her body begged the men.
It was never a question for the three men because they had every intention of screwing the young woman who lay naked in the green meadow. When she showed them her own desire to be fucked, that only further increased their urge to plunder her body. Charley did not care, anymore, about rape or her own safety. She wanted to be screwed, PERIOD.
Her dark eyes were almost closed as the three men moved their nude bodies closer to Charley. Each rigid pole was pointed at her belly, hard and threatening as the men came closer and closer to her writhing body. She did not want to avoid the strange men; she did not care to frustrate their desires to fuck her pink, slippery cunt. Charley wanted them to invade her sex, to show her how it felt to be screwed.
The three men closed in around her naked body, each man thinking only about shoving his tool inside her hole. Charley kept her thighs spread, her pussy open and available to all of them. Her fingers moved in and out of her dripping sex, but all her dream-crazed mind desired was the feel of a cock inside her pie. She was totally engrossed by the' swirling fantasy where it was finally possible for her to have a man.
One phantom man plunged into her vagina, his shaft hitting the pearl at the end of her hole. Charley begged for more as he leered down at her, pure lust showing on his shadowed face. Two cocks were being rubbed against her lips. She licked them, trying to suck both heads into her mouth. Hands, hands disassociated from the three strangers, covered her breasts, pulling and rubbing her hard nipples.
As if from the dense forest, Charley heard moans and groans of animal fucking. She knew the voices belonged to herself and the men, but they seemed so far away. She felt the heat of a penis being rubbed quickly between her tits. Her mouth was still full of another pole, balls slapping against her cheek as he grew frantic with her sucking. And, the steel pole was increasing the tempo of its pumping into her pussy. Charley moaned again, her body overcome with what the men were doing to her body.
"Suck harder, bitch! I'm going to come in your mouth," one voice commanded her as he pushed deeper into her mouth.
"Whore! Show us how good you can be. Don't just lay there!" another man ordered.
Charley wanted the dream to end, wished for one instant that she could open her eyes and make all of this go away. But, as she thrust her pelvis up to meet the penis embedded inside her, the delicious shiver that filled her body cancelled any thoughts of stopping. Her lips tightened on the cock in her mouth. She sucked and sucked, her body arching up, her hands pushing her breasts around the cock that fucked her tits. She was exploding all over, her body thrashing wildly and eagerly to please the strangers who had come into her meadow.
"More!! Don't stop. Fuck me harder!" she begged, her voice hoarse and rasping as she still stabbed her tongue into the tiny hole at the tip of the cock in her mouth.
Then everything grew hotter and hotter. The meadow and the dense forest seemed to be glowing with fire, the green grass was like smoldering embers beneath Charley's body. Her mouth dripped with come, her tits were seared with semen and her cunt was sucking even more of the burning fluid into her belly. Each pore of her body was on fire with the orgasm that exploded throughout her. The tortures of Hell seemed to be the violence of a complete surrender to fucking. Charley was overcome.
Gradually the burning stopped and the lushness of her private meadow returned, flowers brushing softly against her flesh. She opened her eyes and saw the familiar scenery of her fantasyland. Her hand was tightly covering the dark triangle between her legs. Charley moaned and rolled over, exhausted and haunted by what she thought had happened to her.
The distorted memories prevented her from falling asleep. Tossing for a few minutes, she decided to get up and try to sort out the odd feelings coursing through her veins. When her dark eyes adjusted to the dim light, Charley recognized the too familiar furniture of her bedroom and felt the warmth of Paul's body next to her. She sat upright, a startled expression on her pretty face.
A damp stain on the sheet beneath her vagina and the sticky perfume of her fingers told Charley what had happened. She was perplexed at the intensity of her dream, frightened by what it told her. God, she had to do something real about her sexual desires. She had to act soon or else, she feared that her entire life would be spent escaping into the strangeness of a meadow with nameless, faceless cocks raping her.
Eric was the first thought to enter Charley's mind when she realized it was imperative for her to explore the sexual world beyond the rigid confines of her marriage. She still was hesitant because of pride, but her desperation overcame her vanity. Fingers trembling, Charley dialed the phone. "Yes," his familiar voice answered the phone. "It's Charley . . her courage failed her and she didn't know what to say.
"Well, well, my dear. What seems to be the trouble?" he asked with a smirk she could hear. "I want to see you," she said bluntly. "Sooner than you think, my sweet. Ill be one of the guests at the Richards' party this evening. I know your husband is also on the privileged list. See you then," Eric said and hung up the phone before Charley could respond.
She had been thinking of an excuse to remain at home that night. She couldn't bear the thought of another boring, silly night spent drinking too much and feeling miserable. Now, she had a reason to go, a way to see Eric again without arousing suspicion. The day would be spent lavishing care on her body until it was as perfect and beautiful as she could make it.
The Chappicks arrived late enough to be fashionable. Charley was radiant in a silk dress that swirled around her long, tan legs and showed a hint of the full breasts hidden by the clinging material. Her dark hair was loose and flowing on her shoulders. She captured the attention of every man instantly.
Every man except Eric. He had phoned his apologies at the last minute, complaining of the flu. Charley drifted outside away from Paul and the crowded living room. She was already finishing her second drink, waiting for the liquid to numb her disappointment. She could hear voices from the terraced yard below her, but saw no reason to explore.
Getting a refill on her drink, Charley noticed a young man standing alone near the door opening to the terrace. He was dark and handsome. He was also alone and looked bored. She felt her body respond to him instantly, as though some secret message were being communicated by her sensual longings. He turned and met her dark, smoldering stare. He smiled.
Charley walked onto the terrace, feeling her nipples harden, her pussy secreting juices. Her mind was made up then; intoxicated by both the liquor and the burning desire in her cunt, she willingly signed the death decree to her marriage. Charley intended to seduce the handsome man and become his lover. The wild animal lust that dominated her fantasies was now a real part of her as she approached the man who had followed her onto the terrace.
"Hello. I'm Charley. You look as bored here as I am," she said softly, moving her body very close to him and gazing seductively up into his dark eyes.
"Mark. Things don't appear so dull now, though. Let's go down and see the grounds. I understand they have an interesting pool someplace down there," Mark invited, taking her arm without waiting for her to answer. Charley leaned against him, brushing her breast against his arm as they moved into the darkness below the terrace.
Indeed, there was a pool down there. And, there were others enjoying it when Mark and Charley discovered it. Those were the voices she had not bothered to check out. The bodies they saw in the dim glow of the moon were naked and cavorting in the waterfall that spilled from a rock garden into the pool itself. "I guess we found the party," Mark said. "Yes." Charley answered him, knowing that she would finally experience something she had only read about and dreamt about. Paul would never notice her absence.
"There's punch over by the tree, if you guys get thirsty," a blonde woman called. She was stark-naked, her hands playing with the sacs hanging between the legs of a lanky man who was rubbing her tits while she spoke.
Two Other nude swimmers chased each other through the water, grabbing at each other and laughing. Charley took Mark's hand and headed for the punch. She could not believe what she saw, but she wanted to join in. A well-hung man was already quenching his thirst. He handed them glasses. Mark's hand was around Charley's waist, caressing her hip while they drank the champagne.
"Undress me, please. No one has ever done that in public before," Charley whispered without fear of telling her new lover that she was inexperienced. Mark seemed excited by this discovery.
He unfastened the zipper and let Charley's dress slide to the ground. Her full curves were visible as she stood clad only in a flimsy bra and panties. Mark wasted no time in stripping her of those garments. She was breathing hard. Her nipples were rigid and her pussy was wet. Charley wanted to be fucked and her body showed that desire.
Mark quickly undressed, his cock already sticking out from his body like a steel bat Charley gazed at his tool with admiration. He pulled her down onto the grass, his hands moving expertly over her skin, tantalizing her with every touch. She grabbed at his cock and stroked her hand up and down its length, massaging his semen-filled sacs more and more quickly.
Mark separated the lips of her vagina and felt the wetness signaling her readiness for his prick. Her tiny clit was erect and sensitive to the rubbing he administered. Charley writhed passionately on the ground, her pelvis pushing hard against Mark's hand between her legs.
She was moaning loudly, begging for him to fuck her.
"Now. Put that cock in me now!" she pleaded, her body already exploding with orgasms from his hands.
Mark rolled on his back and pulled Charley on top of him. Not certain what to do, she straddled his body, her breasts hanging close to his mouth. Mark sucked the tender tips, moving her pussy above his cock and rubbing the head around her hole. His tongue stabbed her nipples, and his penis stabbed her pie. Charley surrendered to his lead. Her buttocks was thrust up in the air, gyrating rapidly as his cock moved deeper into her pussy.
When Mark grabbed her ass and pulled her down hard onto his rod, Charley felt herself dissolve in climax after climax. She twisted her sex against his pelvis, grinding her clit into his body. He held her down firmly, lifting his head to grab a swaying breast and suckle it. Charley was moving rapidly on his cock, feeling it massage each inch of her hole, wanting him to ram clear into her belly. Mark shoved upwards to meet her writhing, sucking cunt.
The explosions wracking Charley's body did not cease. Her head was buzzing, her body limp and dripping with perspiration, but she could not stop the passion that was making her see stars and fireworks. Mark gave one final thrust into her and dumped his come, spurt after spurt of hot fluid that made Charley sway with more of her orgasm. He gripped her shoulders, pushing her close to him, feeling her ass slowly rubbing his pelvis as she finally succumbed to the full release of their coupling.
"God!! That was incredible. You're great, dear," Mark finally said. Charley was slumped on top of him, her mouth busy kissing his neck and face. Her dark hair was tousled and gave an exotic, wild beauty that intoxicated Mark. She may have little sexual experience, but her lust and willingness to let herself go made up for any lack of practice.
"Yes, we were beautiful together. I'm still dripping juices from coming so much. I want your cock again, darling," she murmured sleepily, touching his organ with her hand and then putting her hand up to her mouth. "I smell you and taste you. Its like a drug to make me horny." She licked her fingers, then slid down to bury her face in his crotch, drawing in his perfume until both Mark and Charley fell asleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mark and Charley had a short, tempestuous affair: dinner in secluded restaurants, swinging parties, erotic movies and a lot of passionate love-making. Their sex kept getting better and more exotic. Mark screwed Charley in his car, in a public park and on the beach. She had orgasms full of passion and intensity that always left her body limp and satiated.
In total innocence Paul continued to believe his wife was happy. Her frequent absences from home Were explained by her new interest in her education. Paul never suspected what kind of education his wife meant. But, Charley found that she was no longer comfortable leading a double life.
Once, Charley tried to discuss her problem with her best friend, Chris, a young woman who was sexually free and more than capable of carrying on multiple affairs simultaneously. But, Charley was not really ready to tell anyone about her secret life and her secret desires. As much as Mark gave her, she refused to see him any more.
The world Mark had shown her glimpses of was a world twenty-four year old Charley wanted to explore totally and freely. With no explanation to anyone, she packed her clothes, withdrew money from her bank account and took off away from Los Angeles. She headed for San Francisco, the city of her childhood, a city that promised to offer her a start on her odyssey in search of sensual fulfillment.
It was not easy for Charley when she arrived in the Bay city. She had no friends and no way to make a living. But her beauty brought men to her side, men who took her to parties where she met other men, and where she often ended up sleeping with a new acquaintance. She wasn't satisfied, yet there was nothing she could do to change her life.
Nothing until the night she met Rudy at a party. He was a fair-haired man of indeterminate age who came on to Charley the minute he saw her voluptuous figure enter the room. He saw potential in her body, and, after a few drinks, Rudy told Charley about his plan for her, a plan that was certain to bring excitement into her life.
"Pose for me, that's all. You have it, baby, believe me," Rudy explained, his eyes feasting on the dark nipples visible through Charley's blouse. She had her hands on her round hips while she listened to the photographer.
"Pose for what? I'm not a model, darling," she said.
"Nude pictures, silly girl! I sell a lot of good nudes to big magazines. There's money in this for both of us. You don't need experience. You already have what you need to be great!" Rudy said as he touched her breasts, ran his hands over her supple curves and cupped her ass in his hands. Charley responded by pushing herself closer to Rudy and wiggling her ass as he held it.
"Deal ... if I stand to make some money. I assume there are fringe benefits with this job?" It wasn't really a question. Charley saw the bulge in Rudy's pants. He had a big tool that could give her thrills enough to make a modeling career.
Arriving at Rudy's studio the following morning, Charley was filled with anticipation. She had always liked men to admire her body. Now, she had a camera to record her image forever, an audience in Rudy and his equipment that she knew would turn her on. He let her inside the huge room, kissing her lightly on the lips.
The set he had arranged for the session was elaborate in an oriental, mystical, haunting way. The swirling draperies, exotic plants, low-slung couches and plush pillows gripped Charley's imagination. She saw herself as the mistress of an Arabian sultan who lavished her with every sensual experience possible.
"Here, baby, put this on. Don't keep on your under panties, please. We want to see your flesh," Rudy told her as he handed her a flowing caftan of almost transparent material.
Charley took off her clothes while he watched. He touched her breasts once, watching her nipples get hard and erect. The gown was like spun-gold, setting off her tanned flesh and dark eyes perfectly. Rudy reached over and tousled her dark curls until she looked wild and erotic, a mysterious wench who fit his scene without flaw.
"Move around. Flaunt your body. Seduce me. Let me see your act and make sure I also can see your skin." Rudy instructed her as he moved behind the eye of his camera.
It wasn't difficult for Charley. She undulated towards the couch, her hips moving beneath the gown gracefully. She touched her breasts and massaged them slowly. Lowering her body to the plush couch, she allowed her legs to open towards the camera just enough to show her dark mound. Then, turning away she slid one hand up along her thigh and rubbed her pubes.
Stretching out, she pulled one leg up towards her breasts so the golden material no longer hid the valley inside her thighs. Her hands were feeling the silken flesh on her inner thighs, but she still was not ready to open her pussy for Rudy. The round nipples shoved against the gown, begging to be set free. Charley pulled one tit out of the low-slit neckline.
"Great!! Now, let's have some cunt. Give me a real beaver shot!" Rudy called out, his own manhood straining in his pants. He could hardly wait to finish his job and begin his pleasure with the gorgeous woman.
Shifting slightly, Charley dropped open her legs until the pink slit was aimed at Rudy. She pulled open her swollen lips and touched her clitoris until it was red and hard. Her head was thrown back as she rubbed her clit, moving her fingers closer to her vagina. With her other hand she kept pulling at the tender flesh of her breast, her nipples getting distended from each tug.
Inside the moist hole she slipped her finger. But that wasn't enough for Charley. Holding herself open, she took three fingers and jammed them into her pussy, arching her body up to massage her clit against the palm of her hand. She kept driving further inside, moaning and twisting as the juices dripped down her hand and along her thighs. To spread her sex even more, she threw one leg over the back of the couch and inserted another finger into the cavern.
"Oh God . . . I'm going to come!" she cried to Rudy. The floodgates opened and she jerked frantically on her hand as the room spun around her. Rudy was already moving towards her as she regained control and sat up on the couch, pulling the caftan down to cover herself.
"Here, you deserve this," Rudy said pouring her a large glass of champagne. She rose to meet him, very sultry and dusky in the golden gown that clung to every curve of her body. Charley saw the bulge in the photographer's pants.
"I want you."
Sweeping Charley off her feet, Rudy carried her to a low bed in the corner of the studio. He slowly placed his hands beneath the flimsy gown, massaging her tender breasts and pulling eagerly at her dark buds. Charley moaned, pressing her body towards him.
He pulled the gown away from her heaving breasts and began to suckle her while Charley caressed his head. She ran her hands along his firm body, stroking and petting with increasing urgency. Touching Rudy's hot, bulging groin Charley felt hers growing frantic. She wanted his muscle inside her pie.
Rudy's kissing was also growing in passion as he felt her hands grappling with his pants. They would wait no longer! He tore the gown from Charley's body, exposing her firm, slender body with its fine silken patch of fur between her legs. She was panting, her body inviting Rudy to join her. With no further delay, he pulled off his pants and plunged between her open legs.
Charley rubbed and ground her hungry body against the taut muscle Rudy thrust into her sex. She could feel his strength, his vibrating urgency as he thrust in and out of her moist, sweet cunt. Her fingers dug into his well-muscled back as her passion mounted.
Rudy's hot, white liquid shot into her hole. She lurched with the violence of his orgasm, still grinding her throbbing, flaming clit against him as her own body was overcome by wave after wave of electricity and release. They clung together, neither wanting anything more than the peaceful embrace that culminated their copulation.
That was only the beginning of Charley's new career and her new life. Finally she sensed that she was going to see all there was to see and experience everything it was possible to experience sexually. Rudy was opening up new vistas for her. She never minded posing for him or screwing him when the session was over.
Then, one day when the pretty woman let herself into Rudy's studio she found a stranger talking to the photographer. They were bent over a pile of pictures and didn't notice her presence. The man was tall and overwhelming; his presence dominated the studio even though he was older and less attractive than Rudy. Charley stared at him in fascination.
"Oh, baby, meet Robert Tower, a friend of mine. Also, an admirer of yours," Rudy said casually when he noticed Charley standing in the studio. Robert turned and pinned her body with his steel-grey eyes. She was transfixed and immobilized. It was impossible for her to speak while he stared at her so intently. "Hello."
"I like your work. I think I might be able to offer you even more, Charley," Robert said in a soft, commanding voice that forced her to listen even though she did not know the strange man.
"Thank you. Do you publish magazines?" Charley asked innocently, knowing no other reason for Rudy to show him the photos he had taken of her naked body.
"Hardly. But you have promise. With some training you might-find exactly what you are looking for." Robert Towers made the statement as if he could read Charley's mind. She was mystified and hung on each syllable he uttered. Maybe, just maybe, this man could teach her everything she wanted to know. "I'm not sure I understand," she responded. "Rudy's cancelled your session today. I'd like to take you to dinner tonight, if you're free. We can talk more then," Robert told her in tones that made Charley nod her assent without hesitation. Rudy was quiet and equally dominated by the older man's presence and self-confidence.
"O.K. Come by around eight. Ill talk to you later," she murmured softly as she backed out of the studio, still hypnotized by Robert's eyes and manner. She didn't know that she would not return to Rudy again.
That had been the beginning, Charley thought, as she felt the heat of the Bahamian sun turning less oppressive. Robert was still sleeping next to her. Charley's head was swimming with memories, her memories of how she had ended up on this tropical island with Robert Towers. Stretching lazily, glad to feel the sun penetrating her naked body, she allowed herself to remember those first weeks with Robert, the time before he had brought her to the Bahamas for a vacation. She slipped backwards again to the night of their initial private encounter.
Charley had spent much of the afternoon trying to convince herself that having dinner with Robert was not wrong or harmful. Rudy obviously approved of the man or he would have let Charley know that to pursue the engagement was silly. Besides, Charley could not forget. how captivated she had been with Robert's whole being, his way of presenting himself. It was silly to worry about a dinner invitation!
After a luxurious bath, soaking in oil to smooth her skin and scent her body, Charley went into the living room and poured herself a drink. She turned on the stereo and sat down, trying to remain calm and rational until it was time to get ready for her date. Her mind raced with what Robert might propose to her. She fixed another drink.
However, as she was to discover more fully later on, Robert was a man of many surprises. No sooner had Charley settled with her fresh drink than the door chimes sounded. Mr. Towers had decided to check in early so they would have more time to get acquainted.
Clad only in a brief silken top and tight-fitting levis, Charley was both embarrassed and thrilled to see the handsome and stimulating man at her door. She found herself immediately locked into his grey eyes and his control of every circumstance surrounding him.
"Come in. I'm glad you're early," Charley said, realizing that she did mean that, that she was indeed pleased to see him. Already, twinges of excitement were pulsing through her body.
Robert poured himself a drink, then came to Charley and entwined her slender body in his powerful arms. She did not resist. Their lips came together and brushed ardently against each other. They parted only long enough to drink and stare at each other. The mood in the room was overbearing and demanding.
Robert pulled her to him again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Charley felt herself melting into this strongly erotic man, wanting him to have her, hoping he would take her lustfully and forcefully. Gazing at the woman's scantily clothed body, Robert felt the urge to violate her, to impose his will upon her. His dominance sensed her willingness and ripeness for whatever he might tell her to do. Charley knew that she was his eager slave.
"Take off your clothes, Charley," Robert instructed, a mixture of softness and coldness in his voice. Charley understood that she must obey this strange and powerful man who had come into her life. Without hesitation she tore off her clothes and threw them in a pile on the floor. Her fear mounted, but already she felt her pussy secreting its passion juices in response to Robert's commanding directions.
As though aware that she would obey, Robert had already disrobed. He shoved her down onto the rug, never looking at her nakedness or speaking another word to the visibly excited woman. His tool was erect and ready for use, prepared to show her new delights that would keep her his own diligent student. Charley reached out for his giant prick, but Robert had other things on his mind. She would have to learn who was in control!
Taking his glass, Robert stared at Charley's cunt with a seriously determined expression on his face. He poured the liquor on her firm, flat belly while she watched him in horrified delight. It trickled along her soft skin into her deep belly button. With hungry lips, Robert followed the path of the liquid as it ran down to her hot cunt. Charley could not protest; she did not want to stop his games.
Once more he poured the alcohol onto her body, and this time it rolled down between her thighs. Rapaciously Robert lapped from her fountain. His tongue sucked in the liquor while it darted along her soft flesh and tasted the delicacies Charley could offer beyond any bottle of expensive scotch.
Charley cried out as the liquor burned her rosy sex. The pain was too close to pleasure for her to object to Robert's folly. All she knew was that this mesmerizing man was driving her wild, was making her forget everything and everyone who had touched her before him. None of the restraints that had governed her life mattered with Robert.
Robert buried his face between Charley's thighs. He let the remaining drops of scotch fall into her silky bush, then licked them away like a thirsty madman. His hands began to stroke her warm slit, feeling the wet valley dripping in anticipation of his cock. But the taste of her vagina was more inviting than the immediate screwing of that hole. He spread her thighs wider and pushed his mouth down hard on Charley's tiny clit.
Charley was overcome by the expert licking maneuvers of her highly skilled lover. She liked the way he held her legs open and forced her to accept the touch of his mouth on her pie. She willingly offered her pussy, glad of such an ardent and furious attack on the valley hidden between her thighs. Robert's tongue searched and searched as he stabbed at her pearl. Her clit was on fire as each powerful licking drove her into the throes of ecstasy. Charley felt her whole body tense and stiffen as her climax spread throughout her entire self.
Robert did not stop his feverish attention to her pussy even though he, too, felt his own climax welling up inside. With driving strokes he entered her warm slit, feeling the wet valley quivering in eagerness for his hot, rigid- prick. He plunged his finger in deeper towards the secret of her cavern, his hand also starting to massage Charley's rigid clit as he explored her vagina.
Robert could feel the sauce in his hairy sacs boiling and his cock ached to relieve itself of its heavy load of hot, white foam. He felt Charley pull him close, her frantic, hungry pleading for his prick to enter her throbbing vagina. They pushed together, Robert jabbing his swollen cock deep inside her slick little cunt. Her muscles contracted around his massive organ as he rammed it into her like a pile-driver.
Charley clung to the strong man as he thrust in and out of her pie, each stroke feeling like it was ripping her in half. She mashed her clit against his hard body, each time feeling the flickers of delight engulf her entire body.
Robert had her totally under his power. Her body was his toy, and Charley surrendered to the hard fucking that he was giving her.
Robert could feel his woman begin to shudder beneath him. He gripped her tightly as Charley undulated and twisted against him, feeling her body lose control as she cried out in crazed, guttural moans as her body exploded. Robert's hot come filled her womb with a violent rush as he crashed his prick against the furthest wall of her pussy. They clung to each other until the explosions became less intense. Charley licked his face and neck, her breath short and heavy against his ear.
As the waves of release ebbed, Charley grabbed more tightly at Robert, feeling that her orgasm would end, then felt herself picked up and carried even further as her clit massaged against his steel member. His hands kept holding her down on his cock, forcing her to experience the continuous violent orgasms that wracked her body and made her beg him to stop. But, Robert was determined that the woman realize his power over her and he did not allow Charley to move off him.
When she was limp with exhausted surrender to his manhood, Robert rolled her off his sweaty body and smiled with his successful conquest. She did not resist him. Charley knew she had found the man who would take over her life and she relinquished herself. She pulled this strong man to her breasts. Robert snuggled between the full mounds, biting her round, dark nipples so that shots of painful pleasure reminded Charley that she was not the one to initiate any action. He was the man and he was the master. She was not allowed to pull him to her; Robert was in complete control. Charley could not believe that this man who domineered her had also made her feel so good, so much like a woman.
"It's never been like this. I've never felt this before. Take me. Keep me, please. Thank you for fucking me," she said softly and meekly, knowing that admitting her lack of sexual experience gave Robert even more power over her. That was what Charley wanted: she felt, then, that she would do anything he commanded.
"This is just the beginning, babe. There's a lot more where this came from. I have a whole treasure-house of things to show you," Robert said, kissing her tenderly as he realized how devoted Charley was. He felt a brief moment of love that was not clouded by his need to dominate her. But that small soft spot in his soul he was unwilling and unable to share with Charley as she lay docilely at his side.
Robert moved Charley into his spacious apartment overlooking the Bay. He fucked her when he pleased. He often left her alone with no explanation and demanded that she remain in the apartment. She was given books full of pictures that graphically illustrated sexual acts she had never imagined. When Charley expressed horror at some of the sadistic things she saw, he laughed and slapped her face. She never complained. Nor did Robert explain that he was preparing her for the full sexual freedom she wanted and that he was going to provide for her once she was ready.
"Soon you will be prepared to experience things that I will not show you, dearest. Your submission will lead you into the erotic world that has haunted your dreams for too long," Robert explained one night while they ate dinner together. He knew that she was ripe for the next stage of his plan and that made him less overbearing for a few minutes.
"What do you mean?" Charley asked, not certain whether her question would anger him. She was frightened of Robert, but she was also aroused by her fear and the occasional light beatings he administered to keep her in line.
"You will see tomorrow night. We are going to a party and you will do as I tell you. Then you will understand," was all he said.
"You will come with me? I can't go alone," she said in pleading tones, not hearing that he had said "we" when he told her about the party.
"Damn you, bitch! You will do what I tell you!" he shouted, rising up and yanking Charley from her chair. She was naked, the only way Robert allowed her to be when she was in the house.
"Yes, yes! I didn't mean . . ." her voice trailed off when his hand slapped her face and sent her reeling across the room. She stared at him in terror, but did not try to escape the punishment she knew was coming.
Robert's fully-clothed figure came at her, demoniacal desire in his grey eyes. Her legs trembled when she saw the wine bottle clutched in his hand. Charley's instincts told her to run away from him and from his apartment. Her training and her unconscious need to be punished kept her from moving.
"Get down, whore. Like the animal you really are, get on your hands and knees!" Robert ordered. She dropped down, her ass in the air as she slunk towards him like a dog.
"I'm sorry . . . please don't hurt me," she begged, instantly regretting her words, knowing that she had only stimulated his desire to teach her her place.
"Crawl, little bitch. Crawl to Daddy," Robert raged, waving the wine bottle at her frightened face. He watched her breasts dangle from her body as she moved, noticing her erect, excited nipples despite the terror on her face. He understood Charley's willingness to submit because he knew that act turned her on.
"Open up your legs. Show me your ass. Stay down, animal, just spread your legs!"
Charley moved her knees apart until she felt her ass cheeks spreading open. Her heart pounded furiously as Robert came behind her and rubbed the bottle against her crack. He poured the remains of the red juice on her flesh and rubbed it down between her legs until it mingled with the juice from her pie. The cold bottle was pressed against the tight hole of her anus while he tickled her clit with his finger.
"Wider, open wider. Drop down so I can see your twin holes! On your face with that pretty butt shoved high in the air."
Her body dropped until she felt her nipples touching the floor, her ass arched up towards Robert. He shoved the wine bottle into her cunt so swiftly that she sagged from the impact. It felt like he had cut her in two. She screamed with pain, but her reward was his finger tearing into tiny, tight pink opening of her ass. Charley groaned as he pushed inside her anus, her tight muscles aching from his intrusion.
Kneeling in back of her, Robert continued to move the wine bottle in and out of her cunt and push his finger into her butt. She moved her body against the double-fucking, slowly at first, but more eagerly as the sensations of pleasure coursed through her body. Robert laughed and rammed faster and harder while he watched her ass gyrating to meet his thrusts. Charley was going wild, her movements getting faster and faster every time the bottle and his finger plundered her holes.
"Oh! More, more! I'm coming now!" she screamed feeling herself full of submission to the man and his discipline.
She was shuddering and quivering as the fury of her climax carried her away. Still, Robert plunged into the twin orifices, wanting her to surrender absolutely to his will. She fell to the floor, the bottle clutched in her vagina. He pulled his darkly-stained finger from her asshole and slapped her buttocks. Charley reached down and moved the bottle up inside her pie with a hard shove. Robert smiled as he savored the sight of his woman impaled on the glass cock.
Slowly, Charley pulled the bottle out of her vagina, rubbing the cold object against her clit until she collapsed in utter exhaustion. Robert kissed her then, once again feeling a fleeting love for the beautiful woman whose soul he dominated. She pressed her mouth to his and felt his tongue explore her willing mouth. Then, quickly, Robert stood up and left her prone on the rug.
"Don't forget, dearest, who is the boss. Each time you forget, I will punish you and leave you alone to remember." With that he left the apartment. Charley lay dazed and confused, trying to stand up yet feeling her legs too weak to respond.
She would not forget. She would not resist. She did not understand why she submitted, but she was still not able to figure out a way to escape Robert's tyranny. And she understood someplace in her foggy brain that she was not ready to leave Robert. When she was ready, Charley sensed that he would not try to stop her. Nothing made sense to her as these random thoughts raced through her head. Finally, she fell asleep on the floor secure with the insecurity of her life and her almost total bondage to Robert
CHAPTER FIVE
The party that Robert insisted Charley attend was the first of many such experiences she agreed to before their vacation in the Bahamas. She did not understand at the time that he was preparing her for total sensual surrender. Nor did she comprehend his view of himself as both mentor and keeper of her body and soul. All Charley knew while she dressed for the event was that finally Robert was going to take her out of the apartment and introduce her to the world again. Despite some fears, she felt like a prisoner paroled, not totally free, but no longer locked up in an iron cage.
Charley dressed slowly and carefully, remembering that Robert had told her she would be the most beautiful female at the gathering. She could not disappoint him. Each second spent on her grooming was intended to enhance and heighten the gifts that nature had bestowed upon Charley.
Finally, having done all she could to bedeck herself, Charley entered the living room where Robert waited for her appearance. He sat facing the hallway she walked from, a drink in his hand and a growing smile of pleasure on his rugged face when he appraised his woman. She felt the butterflies in her stomach even though she saw his smile of approval; Robert's moods were unpredictable and often, Charley thought secretly to herself, totally irrational.
"Stand there, lovely, and let me admire you. It makes me proud to see how you have blossomed under my tutelage," he commanded in a voice that was not harsh or threatening. Charley let out a low, quiet sigh of relief.
Robert's steel-gray eyes moved over her figure as she stood at the entrance to the living room. He was more than satisfied with the woman he beheld. Charley was indeed a sight to bewitch any man. Her dark eyes were filled with a curious combination of fear and pride, seductive invitation and submissive obedience. This increased the mysterious, sensuous, sultry beauty that had first made Robert notice the woman's photographs in Rudy's studio.
Charley felt the man's appraisal of her body and tried not to appear uncomfortable. She had seen her own reflection in the mirror and knew that she was as perfectly enticing and provocative as it was possible to be. Still, Robert had the final word and she waited with a slight trembling in her knees while he continued to study her entire appearance.
Her voluptuous curves were sheathed in a long, clinging dress of shockingly brilliant-red that enhanced the blush on her cheeks and the dark hair that was piled in a mass of curls atop her head. A few stray tendrils of hair fell around Charley's face to soften her starkly sexual appearance and give her the look of innocence that heightened the appeal of her woman's full body. She remained motionless, still waiting Robert's signal of approval, feeling the burning intensity of his eyes resting finally on the ample amount of flesh revealed by the low-cut, tight-fitting bodice of her dress.
"Perfect, dear lady. You couldn't look more alluring had I hired a crew of professionals to coif you. You will be the belle of the ball, thank God!" Robert praised her in quick words, as though afraid to let Charley know how much her womanhood and her overt sensuality turned him on. He was still the master-of-the-ship. Any sign of vulnerability could give her an advantage that Robert was not ready to permit.
"I did it for you. You told me to look my best," she said demurely, hesitantly, blushing at the small extravagance of his praise. Deep inside where she rarely allowed herself to commune, she felt a small triumph over the man who had subdued and subordinated her. Charley could see the fleeting look of desire and loving passion that crossed her mentor's eyes. Despite his hard shell, she found another small bit of evidence that even Robert was human and vulnerable.
"Well, my dear, shall we go?" Robert spoke in an exaggerated tone of formality that made Charley giggle and run to his arm eagerly. She had a feeling that this would be a night that would change her life again. He put a protective, almost loving arm around her bare shoulder and led her out of the house.
The party, if that was the correct term to describe the peculiar gathering of people, was in full swing when Robert escorted Charley into the sunken living room of a luxurious home on Nob Hill. Already the majority of the guests had had one too many drinks and could only smile giddily at the two latecomers. Robert had planned their entrance just so that everyone could appreciate the beauty who clung to his arm. It worked!
Murmurs of appreciation, lust, and questioning greeted Charley's debut. No one knew who she was or where she had come from. The men sought to get into her panties; the women wanted to claw out her eyes. Robert led them through this mingled reaction until he found the bar and poured them both stiff drinks. He sensed Charley's awed fear and respect of the assemblage he had finally introduced her to.
Clutching Robert and her drink, Charley looked at the people. Everyone appeared established, polished, sophisticated and too proper to belong to Robert's circle of social friends. But, as she sucked up her liquor, she realized that she had no idea what Mr. Towers did for a living: all she knew about the man who kept her was what they shared sensually. But, in this gathering of people, Charley felt conspicuous and uncomfortable in her revealing dress. She longed to return to her turret and Robert's unconditional domination over her life.
They mingled and talked briefly with most everyone. Charley was drinking too much, aware that Robert's conviviality was only a front for parading her body in front of the entire party. She felt used and degraded for the first time since Paul had done the same thing with her beauty. She had a flash of insight that told her both men were basically alike; they exploited and flaunted her for their own purposes, never caring about her as a human being. Her contemplations were cut short when Robert directed her towards several people who appeared less formal and proper than the others.
"Charley, meet my friends," Robert began, using the term of companionship and endearment for the first time in all of his introductions. Charley grew interested, no longer concerned with her feelings of exploitation or worried about why Robert had insisted they attend this gathering.
Robert introduced the small group of men and the one woman. Charley remembered Diedra because she was the sole female and because her fragile, pale beauty was striking. The slim, small-breasted young lady whose long blond hair hung almost to her waist was in stark contrast to the other women in the room. Her skimpy halter top and snug pants made Charley less uncomfortable in her clinging gown. Diedra's willing acceptance of Charley's awesome and beautiful presence endeared her to Charley's heart.
However, the introduction to Shawn Connley was even more impressive to Charley. He was young, possibly younger than herself, and beautiful. It seemed odd to regard a man as pretty, but there was no other way to describe Shawn's soft skin, his slim body and his gold, shaggy hair. The only thing that captivated Charley more than his exquisite perfection of face and figure was the bulge in his tight levis, the extravagance of his manhood as it was held inside of the restraints of his clothing.
"A pleasure, sweetheart," Shawn said, taking Charley's hand and kissing it lightly. A shiver went through her body. She felt the dampness saturate her silken crotch. It was hard to let him release her hand.
"My pleasure, too. What are you doing in such a staid group of revelers?" Charley asked sweetly and seductively, forgetting that Robert was still next to her. She was aroused by the pretty young man and fascinated by the size of his crotch even without an erection.
"My business dictates occasional appearances. Robert must have explained that none of his come to these events very often. Good lord!! We have better parties when a few friends drop by!" Shawn exclaimed as he moved closer to Charley. She did not understand what he meant, but she suddenly realized that Robert had drifted off. She was alone with Shawn and the clique referred to as his "friends."
"Well, he doesn't talk about business much. What do you do?" Charley shifted the emphasis away from her keeper onto the attractive man she longed to seduce.
"Interior decorating. Robert tells me you enjoy fixing up the house and playing with furniture."
"Yes. His apartment doesn't give me much freedom, though," Charley answered, wondering where Robert had gone and why he had told Shawn so much about her.
"I think you'd enjoy seeing my place. It's renovated and we have antiques that are rare-finds!" Shawn invited her into his home as easily as a dog chased cats. Charley was perplexed, her eyes searching for the guidance she expected Robert to provide. She did not know how far to follow her own instincts with Shawn because Robert had totally controlled that aspect of her for so long.
"I'd like to see it sometime. Maybe Robert and I could visit you one day," she replied.
"Tonight. You will come now, if you don't mind deserting this dull group," Shawn proposed.
"Ill ask Robert."
"He told me you would like to see our house."
"What?"
"He said to take you home. He has other business and wants us to enjoy ourselves without him," Shawn said softly, still close to Charley's enticing body but not looking at anything except her dark, mysterious eyes.
"Go without him?" was all she could say, fearing that this was a joke to test her. If she went, Robert would beat her and punish her without mercy. Still, she longed to leave with the beautiful man. Her subservience to Robert kept her from running out with Shawn.
"He told me to take you. I assure you, it is quite all right."
"I'd better check, anyway," Charley searched the room for Robert's large, strong body and saw him nowhere.
"Listen, sweetie, he told me to take you home with me. He wants you to go. He figures you are ready," Shawn explained patiently, gripping her arm in his hand and heading for the door. His touch was determined but gently and soft. Charley felt no fear of this man, although she still had visions of her ass beaten bright red when Robert found out about her departure with another man. She followed out of habit when Shawn led her, but all she could think about were the punishments Robert would inflict upon her naked body until she climaxed and submitted again to his control.
"I can't. Hell hurt me," Charley whispered the words to herself more than to Shawn.
"Silly goose! Robert wants you to go home with me. He planned it. He told me about you. I can teach you things he cannot. Now, stop worrying and come along." Shawn gripped her arm more firmly and she willingly followed him into his black Porsche and into the dark night.
The black car raced over the Golden Gate and through the hills behind Sausalito without ever missing a curve or slacking its speed. Charley sat in her bucket seat and felt her body respond to the sleek, swift, sensual maneuvers of the car. She was frightened and aroused, the same mixture of emotions that Robert evoked in her. Shawn was silent, intent on driving the black machine, but obviously getting off as much as his passenger.
Rounding a wide curve, Shawn wound down the speedy engine and slid into a long driveway that led up to a wooden house perched on the edge of the hill. As the car stopped in a place it seemed to know belonged to it, Charley let out a low moan. Her silk panties were soaked through. She had never known such arousal without a human being touching her body. Shawn could have raced his Porsche all night and she knew she would have come all over the plush, leather upholstery that cushioned her body.
"Wow! That was some drive." Charley's voice was husky and deep from her excitement
"I like it."
When they started up towards the house, Charley noticed that the bulge in Shawn's pants was larger and pressing urgently against the material of his levis. He had gotten off in the car too. She touched his arm softly, wanting to kiss him and make love to him instantly.
"Some women like that thrill. I can come driving that black beauty! Let me show you the rest of my toys," Shawn responded, taking her by the waist and leading her inside the heavy wood door that guarded his privacy.
Charley was awed by the house, all wood and brick, full of fireplaces and windows facing the Bay, decorated with old antique furniture that exuded sensuality and invited sex. She walked around, her mouth open in appreciation of the things that gave Shawn pleasure. Robert's palatial apartment was Spartan and cold by comparison. Her blood was hot simply because of the surroundings that enticed her and made her aware of how soft and comfortable life could be without being devoid of sexual erotica.
"It's perfect. I love it." Charley's voice was not cowed or intimidated. She felt like her own person for the first time since she had realized how stupid and futile her marriage to Paul had been.
"Here, celebrate your renaissance with a vintage year. Go on, silly one, I'm not trying to poison you quite yet," Shawn said as he handed her a giant glass of champagne poured from a chilled magnum that she realized must have cost a fortune.
"How do you know so much about me?" Charley asked after sipping the German wine that even her extravagant husband had never dared to buy. It floated down her throat so smoothly she almost believed the liquid was worth its price.
"Robert spared few details. Of course, I don't know everything, yet. After tonight, I think I'll know more than your benefactor, though." Shawn alluded to more than Charley was yet capable of understanding. All she knew for sure was that this pretty young gentleman had a huge prick, an erotic car, a sensual house and superb taste in champagne.
Charley may not have fully comprehended why she was with Shawn, yet she did know that she felt free and comfortable in his presence. There was no terror or desire to submit herself totally to this man like there was with Robert. She sank into an overstuffed chair and drank her champagne, watching Shawn fuss with the plants and chase a cat off the couch. Her whole being felt tranquil, a sensation that had eluded her for too long.
"Come upstairs and see the loft. It's charming," Shawn invited. Charley followed him willingly, knowing that he planned to show her more than his interior decorating talents.
It was charming in the loft bedroom. The bed was huge and covered with a soft velvet spread that begged Charley to roll naked on its plush fabric. Shawn filled her glass and sat down next to her on the bed, still not touching her lovely body despite her many enticements to do just that. She slid close to him, rubbing her thigh against his, pressing her face and mouth against his neck and kissing him gently.
"Robert shouldn't bedizen you that way. You'd look much more sensual and delicate in a petticoat or lacy frock," the unusual young man said without moving away from Charley's soft, warm mouth. His strange words and even stranger ideas about her clothing baffled the young woman. However, the uppermost thing on her mind was seducing this gentleman into his own bed in his own bedroom. It certainly was a far different situation from what Charley had become used to with Robert.
"I haven't had to lure a man to make love to me in a very long time. I want you, Shawn," Charley confessed bluntly, still kissing his neck and cheek with her warm, red lips. Her dress seemed to cling to her body as she radiated the heat of her desire. It was all she could do to prevent herself from stripping and performing her ritual dance like Robert demanded most nights that he wanted to screw her.
"Finish the champagne, sweetheart. I'm waiting for someone. Please, keep on with your seduction. That excites me. It's been awhile for me to. Just, be patient, love, please try to be patient," Shawn whispered as he poured more expensive nectar and moved slightly nearer to the dark, sultry female whose heat was starting to drive him crazy.
"Let me drink your sweet liquid ... let me take off our hot, sticky clothes. Then, we can wait in comfort and in ecstasy," Charley heard herself say, unsure where the brazen self-confidence and unabashed lust came from. Robert would have paddled her butt to a brilliant red for such forwardness. With Shawn, she was comfortable with her expressions of desire.
"You will taste my juice and suck my sacs of nectar. Now, try to finish this damned expensive champagne Charles impulsively purchased and then, if you like, you may disrobe us slowly. The time is not important here. We are not racing in the Porsche," Shawn told her, feeling himself engulfed by the expressed desire Charley showed. His engorged cock was straining to be free from the tight pants he wore. His heart pounded in anticipation of this woman's next suggestion and her first overtly-sexual play.
"Charles??? How did anyone know that I'd be here?" Charley asked egotistically believing that Shawn had broken out a sacred, special bottle because she had happened to arrive on his hilltop that evening.
"He buys expensive, silly things for no reason. He knows you'll be here, darling. He wants to watch you. But, unfortunately, he bought the champagne for us. He hoped we might have a wedding to celebrate," Shawn said in a loving voice that was not directed at Charley.
"Is he getting married?? God, don't let him!! If he is a good friend, tell him it is foolishness to marry anyone." Charley only remembered her folly with Paul and wished any friend of Shawn's spared the disaster she had experienced.
"Foolish even to marry me?" was his mildly teasing, easy-tempered way of telling Charley what her innocence had hidden from her view.
"WHAT?"
"He wants to marry me, dear lady. Wouldn't you want to possess me for your own if I would consent to the vows?" again Shawn's voice was teasing, but it was tender and sympathetic and willing to explain what seemed to boggle her pretty head. He kissed her lips gently, lingering when he felt the urgent pressure of her mouth returning his first touch.
"That's crazy! A man can't . . her voice trailed off and she sat up abruptly, moving away from the young man whose entire lifestyle she had desired for her own.
"Yes, I'd want to marry you. I thought I wanted you to kidnap me from Robert and hide me in this paradise you have hidden in the hills. I wanted you to make love to me, to put your cock into my pie and fill me with cornel I thought ... I thought you were a man. What is going on, Shawn?? Please," Charley started to cry after her initial indignation," tell me what is happening. Please!"
"Don't fret. I am going to make love to that beautiful body of yours. You will take off your clothes slowly so I may watch. I will enter your pussy and make you feel good. We will roll together on this bed, sweet lady. You worry too much. You ask too many questions," Shawn said, his voice changing from gentlyness to commanding. He wished that he was able to inform her of Robert's role in this entire meeting. But, the more time he spent with the dark-haired woman, the more he regretted his acquiescence in the older man's plot to educate Charley to appreciate different sexual practices. For one instant, when she kissed his cheek with two salty tears rolling down her face, he almost relented. Shawn knew better. Besides, delightful as the lady might be, he was anticipating Charles soon. That, plus the business Robert had promised, overcame his scruples to divulge the full truth to the woman who sat beside him.
"NO!!! Something is happening and I'm the only fool who's playing. Robert and you and Charles-whoever the fuck he is-all know. Fuck all of you!! I will not stay here," Charley stood up, her anger, another rediscovered emotion, making her rigid and furious with her entire situation. She glanced once more at the bulging prick between Shawn's legs, regretted her loss, and started to leave the house.
"I'm afraid you are spending the night here, dear. No one will hurt you or touch you. But, you MUST remain here, unless you wish us all to be in deep trouble," a strange voice said from the corner of the room. Charley screamed in genuine terror, not knowing that Charles had been inside the room since she and Shawn had entered.
"Oh my God!" escaped from her lips as she sank down on the bed feeling as much Robert's prisoner here as she had in his apartment. Charley wanted to cry, but she feared that Robert would be the next apparition to appear from a corner. Still, her dark eyes misted with the tears that she tried to hold deep inside. She was surrounded by Robert, no matter where she went. WRONG, her own voice said. He SENT her to this place for a reason. Trying to unclog her mind, she remembered his promise of new and different sexual encounters. Were Shawn and the mysterious voice, and Charles--buyer of expensive champagne-merely pieces of Robert's plan to control her life?
"Silly girl . . ." Shawn's voice was soothing and made the terrible contemplations that had haunted her for one moment disappear into the sidelines. Charley knew disparate feelings engulfed her being with Shawn's calming words.
Charley had been standing in the middle of a dark room surrounded by people and expectations and demands she was unsure of meeting. Even the softness of Shawn's bed when she heard the strange voice did not relieve her fears. Even the charming, enchanting tone of Shawn's voice could not relieve her heightened tension, a feeling she had lost for the few minutes she had believed they were alone. Her seduction, her desires for Shawn's body in true love-making seemed ridiculous to her now.
"Stop crying, young lady, please don't cry here. This is a place of love and happiness," the same strange voice called out to Charley as she felt her body succumb to the wracking sobs that sought release.
"Sweetheart, please!" it was Shawn again. "Give me a chance to show you our love. There's no need to cry and no reason for fear. Robert is far, far away. Trust me," he cajoled the frightened, sobbing woman who sat next to him on the velvet spread. She had her face buried in her hands, the sobs shaking her slim body convulsively. Shawn reached out and encircled her with his arms, pulling her face close to his slender, fragile shoulder. Charley did not resist. Her mournful cries grew softer, but her body still shuddered with the realization of what was happening to her.
"Help me, please help me. He wants to destroy me ... I know he plans to loll me or chop me up into dog food or carve off my tits or . . ." Charley cried in madness, terrorized by her worst imaginations.
"SHUT UP!!" the stranger's voice barked from a different corner of the room.
"No one is going to grind you into dog food, dear one. We want to help you, to give you the freedom to leave your lover or to remain because you truly care for him. Please, don't be afraid," Shawn's voice coaxed Charley as he moved closer to her shaking body and surrounded her with his arms while she sobbed.
"Don't hurt me, please, please, don't hurt me. I'll be good. I'll do whatever you tell me to do, but don't punish me," Charley begged, feeling herself in the same place she had consented to be for months with Robert. It wasn't comfortable with Shawn and his strange friend, but it was all she knew how to do. She dreaded any real, honest physical violence against her body because she knew that if one strong hand hit her face, the beauty that had bought entrance wherever she wanted it would be destroyed. Above all else, she feared harm to her face and body.
"Oh shit, princess. Maybe that ape digs on hitting you sometimes, but, all I want is a pretty piece of ass. NO!! I want a good piece of tail, and I know that you can give me that." Shawn's voice was more demanding than earlier, but he still courted the pretty woman and tried to make her feel good.
"HE MADE YOU DO THIS TO ME!!!!" Charley was almost hysterical. She did not feel Shawn holding her, nor did she sense the caring and compassion he felt for her plight
The mysterious voice, the Charles who indulged in much too expensive champagne, moved into the dim light of the loft and blew a kiss to his lover. Shawn, still holding Charley's sobbing body, motioned for him to come closer before he left.
"Give her a minute to cool off, darling. She still wants to try my cock. She made me erect earlier and her eyes got big as saucers! Hang around, lover, and she'll be just fine. Fuck Robert ... I ain't beating this pretty lady for anything. She'll give us what we want without force. Love me, Charles ... let me play with her for a bit longer. You'll see the best show in your fife!" Shawn whispered into Charles' ear, rubbing his hand along the younger man's thigh until he touched the full ball of his sex.
"Play with my cock or show me the lady's sex. Please don't fondle me until I must come in my pants, dear," Charles responded, his tongue darting around the ear of his lover. Shawn cried out, then pushed his man away, wanting him, but wanting the combination of all three of them more. Shawn knew that Charley simply needed to see that there was ho threat involved in dropping her panties.
"Sit tight, darling. This broad has tricks. Believe me, she will show you everything the magazines report as impossible or too kinky to report! I have the full scam on this broad! Robert may hide them for a while, but when he turns them loose, he gives you every detail. She'll tug at your prick so well, you may decide to marry her instead of me!" Shawn told his lover, his ripe young body touching Charles as he spoke quietly. They pressed together in a short embrace, their cocks touching as they both sought release. The two young men, very ardent with each other, pulled apart, both knowing that if Charley pulled through her crying seizure, then she would thrill them both while they kissed and tongued each other.
"If that bastard gives us another Trojan, I will personally go out and slay him without disguise!" Charles threatened Shawn in his most impressive voice.
"Darling, if Robert fucks up again, hell be out of business. Pure and simple. He will have to give up this delectable female, sublet his apartment and hide away for too many years. He may be a monster with his ladies, but he is not a FOOL." Shawn ended his statement by touching the warm lips that Charley had kissed his shoulders and neck with for the entire time he spoke to Charles. She had moved aside when the two lovers caressed each other and spoke of her in private tones.
With a full kiss and tongue affair between them, Shawn and Charles parted, both knowing that the dark, sultry woman who lay upon their bed would provide both of the pretty young men with whatever satisfactions they sought
Charlie had stopped caring what happened to her body when she realized that the strange voice belonged to Charles and that this man of barely twenty-one was the lover of Shawn. She understood that some men fucked other men in the ass, but to imagine the pure and beautiful Shawn as one of them made Charley frantically angry and desperate. She had counted on that young stud's help to escape from the tyranny Robert imposed upon her.
Now, as she saw the two slender, slight, pretty men lass on the lips, she shuddered. It was not that homosexuality disgusted her. She did not care what people did together in the privacy of their Own beds. But she wanted Shawn to fuck her. His full, loving lass with Charles made her realize that her fantasy was going to remain a dream.
The male lovers parted almost before Charley realized what had happened. Her pussy still ached for Shawn, but she could no longer approach him like any other man. Charley knew that his lover was a man. She felt inadequate to satisfy him. Certainly, her instincts told her not to compete with Charles because she could never win. Her luck was still better with the man who had sent her to Sausalito in the first place. Charley felt her own self shrink and fade away as she admitted that Robert had done her a favor, he had taught her something about sexuality that her own explorations probably never would have shown her. Robert had forced her to be aware of men loving men and wanting nothing to do with a woman. PERIOD. Charley's gown, her dark beauty, her voluptuous enticements were all in vain with men like Shawn and Charles. Robert had given her a difficult task, but, the shattered woman had learned well.
"Pull yourself together, sweetie," Shawn asked Charlie as she sat shaken and pale on the bed. Her body barely shifted to acknowledge his voice. Even the supporting arm Shawn closed around her shaking shoulders seemed to touch nothing in the sultry beauty who felt broken, and destroyed by the exhibition Robert had forced upon her without warning.
"I still care about you, dear one. I still want you. Believe me, please," Shawn continued his own seduction. Charley shuddered as she heard his words, but she never moved closer or tried to touch the man she had frantically desired only minutes earlier.
"Go away. Robert is the same . . . you are all the same . . ." Charley mumbled, her mind flooded with too many feelings and thoughts. Nothing made sense. She wanted to slip away into the darkness and remain hidden from people forever.
"This is not Robert. I will not hurt your body, dear girl. I still want you to take off your silly dress and show me what you really look like," Shawn went on with his enticement of the woman who longed for some freedom from the blatant whims of men who sought to plunder her body.
Charley felt her body loosen up as he spoke, felt herself grow less afraid of his actions than she was of Robert's repercussions. For the moment, confused by the intrusion of Charles into her affair with Shawn, Charley was capable of blocking out all that Shawn had told her about Robert's role in setting up the entire situation. She did not realize that being with two male lovers was something her teacher and benefactor desired her to experience.
"Tell me again. Tell me what to do," Charley muttered, her head filled with the orders Robert forced her to obey. She could not understand that Shawn was not asking for the same thing.
"Oh shit, Charley. CHARLEY!!! Wake up, wake up, CHARLEY!!!!" Shawn yelled into her ear. Her body jerked once or twice, but otherwise seemed to await a direct command similar to those she had lived by with Robert. Charley only ate when that man told her she was hungry!
"Tell me ... Ill do it if you tell me, darling. Just tell me and make me do it. When I'm a bad girl, spank my butt, hit me with your whip and make me remember to obey . . . Tell me what you expect . . ." Charley's voice trailed off as Shawn covered her babbling mouth with his lips, thrusting his tongue into her cavern and touching the tip of her tongue with a gentle massage before she could complain.
"SHUT UP!" was all Shawn muttered into her ear as he moved his mouth down along the velvet skin of her breasts. She lay motionless beneath his loving, afraid to show her own desires or needs because she secretely believed that Robert was watching the whole show.
Shawn, aware that only Charles was viewing the love-making between himself and Charley, very quickly forgot that he had an audience. Charles was his lover and for Shawn that made anything Charles got off on watching more than all right. Shawn knew that with each kiss he laid on Charley's almost inert body, Charles was stripping off his clothing and beginning to masturbate. Shawn tried to arouse the frightened woman with his tender kisses across her lips and neck and throat.
"Damn you, I have no need or desire for a corpse! If you want to go home, leave! If you wish to stay, then DO something....
I no longer care what you do, just respond!"
Shawn commanded in quiet tones that Charley heard. Her dark head rose slightly to touch
Shawn's face with a lass.
"He's not here, is he? Was his 'plan' to watch me with a fag? Was his plan' to spy on me while I made love to you? Please, please, tell me the truth," Charley begged when she felt Shawn touch her flesh with tenderness and desire.
"No one is here. Just let me fuck you, pretty lady," Shawn responded, sensing her willingness to give him what he had wanted from the start
"He's not spying?" was all Charley could ask again.
"No. There is no one here who doesn't care about you and helping you feel whole again after all those days locked up with a maniac. Trust me, Charley, please trust me. You have to trust someone soon before that huge ape kills you and calls it love," Shawn told Charley, realizing that her life had left her unable to respond to anything except an order. His sorrow for her plight almost made him stop trying to open her legs. But Charles was waiting and watching, and to that fresh young man Shawn's first allegiance always went. He wanted Charley, but he loved Charles.
"Take off that silly thing Robert made you wear. You look like a whore and a harlot . . . no, he debased the woman you really are underneath all those cosmetics and clutching costumes he bought for you. That is not Charley, is it, sweet lady?" Shawn asked her in soft tones that mingled with his innate awareness of her individual self with his sexual knowledge of her as a frenzied woman. But when Shawn did that it was impossible to be insulted or lowered to the base position of an animal or a whore or a possession. Charley noticed the difference from Robert immediately.
"He bought it for this party. Maybe he bought it for you since he sent me home and to bed with you," she replied, no malice or emotion in her voice anymore. Despite the freedom she sensed Shawn might give her, Charley was too guarded and secretive to surrender to a man who loved another man more than he could ever love her. That would be as stupid as giving up everything for a married lover, a man whose promises came like thick steaks and good wine, but lasted only that long; until digested. Then it was pure shit.
Robert stood someplace in the murky still-waters between the two: he loved very little, but he took very good care of the woman, or women, he saw as potential swingers and well-endowed assets to the clubs he frequented. He courted the beauties for some reason Charley had never been told. Probably it was the elusive business Shawn had referred to, maybe it was Robert's madness that made him see women as mere objects rather than as human beings who possessed feelings and ideas and desires and demands independent of the men they loved.
Yet, as Charley continued to nibble at Shawn's flesh and desired the feel of his cock tearing her pie, she also saw that what she had noticed about Robert was valid and had to be dealt with immediately after she opened her pie to Shawn ... his male lover no longer mattered! He was a beautiful man and she lusted for him, even if Charles might take her place once she left the wooden, multi-level home that faced the southern Bay's dim, subdued lights. In the distance, the two frenzied lovers could see the bright glow of San Francisco, but in their bedroom the sole light came from the glow of the sky and the subdued shine from the boats moored directly beneath the house.
"Make love to me, please. I don't think anyone has ever really made love to me specially, as a unique person. Shawn, you can do that, even though I know you love Charles. Please just accept and want me as Charley, not any 'thing' or 'commodity' shoved in your face. PLEASE. I think you can help me feel that . . ." Charley asked, trying not to beg the man she had just insulted.
"Love her . . . touch her and feel her. Give her a taste of what we experience, darling," Charles' voice called out from a corner, certainly not the same one he had first spied from.
"I want to love you, Charley. Please, let me show you my love and caring. I will not, I cannot punish you for being "bad' because that makes no sense to me. Take off those costumes Robert designed and let me see the real, honest lady who lives underneath all the costumes and poses she presents to the people she wants to care about her, and like her as a person." Shawn ended his speech once he saw the dark-haired lady start to edge away from him and see the unlocked door for the first time.
"Please, don't leave. No one will hurt you or threaten you. Charles will learn to love you as deeply as I do. We will never beat your body or force you to do what Robert made you do tonight. I know him. He can be good to you. Go back to him, but spend a few days with us first. Robert has given you and your sexual freedom. Hell want you when you come home, dear." Shawn wanted to continue, but he saw that the woman sitting on his velvet bedspread barely comprehended what she had already heard.
If anything had sunk in at all to Charley's crazed and frenzied brain, it was Shawn's promise of love rather than plunder. Her poor, slender body, slimmer from the bouts of indigestion caused by Robert's frequent spankings and reminders to obey his rules, could not stand any further abuse even if Charley thought that it felt good. Deep in her heart she hated Robert for bullying her and continuously PROVING his manhood at her expense. Those were thoughts that Charley rarely shared even with herself.
Hearing the solemn assurances Shawn gave her, Charley was almost eager to take advantage of the hospitality offered her for several days. Her body needed a respite from the brutal fucking and slapping Robert deemed necessary to keep her in line. Charley wanted to relax and lie still, knowing her body was not plunder for two fags who loved each other. Charley felt the need to experience people who were not geared only to appreciate her as a cunt
"I want to stay, if it is okay with Charles. I know he's here someplace. I can sense people, especially if I've heard them . . . may I visit for awhile, Charles?" Charley never raised her voice, aware that the stranger, Shawn's young lover, had not left them alone. She no longer felt threatened or frightened by the love between the two men.
"Shawn spoke for both of us . . . you are welcome here for a couple of days. Love my dearest boy if he still wants you, pretty lady. I know he will always come back to me because we share more than sex. We like each other, we talk to each other, and we are very content being alone with each other for days. Even yOur beauty cannot erase that, sweet lady. If you are lucky, you may find that kind of love before you die." Charles seemed to be finished, then, his voice rose from the shadows again, "Love him well, beautiful lady. Please him in all ways that a woman is capable of pleasing a man. He loves me and lives with me, but Shawn cannot accept the fact that there is no female who can make him feel what I can make him feel. Fuck him, dear!! Fuck him until his poor, giant cock is limp. But, don't tell him about love or caring. You know nothing about that!" Charles' voice was not harsh or angry as he spoke from his hidden corner of the dark bedroom.
"I will not pretend to have a real place in your home. Maybe . . . maybe someday I will understand everything you share in this place. I envy you both. All I have ever known is pseudo-love and brutal fucking that makes me come too much and too fully. No man has ever bothered to feel my body while he shoved his prick inside me ... I wish I could stay here to see what love and compassion and understanding mean." Charley's tongue was loosened by the expensive champagne, but she spoke her true feelings to real people for the first time in her grown life.
"Sleep in my bed, Charley," was all that Shawn said.
"Good night, my love," Charles called out in his young, earnest voice. Charley was weak from all that had occurred.
Shawn was more excited and desirous of the dark woman than he had been before the long conversation; he was pissed that Charles had spoken so many truths without ever showing his face. As Shawn gathered Charley's fragile, uncertain body into his arms, he hated his lover for remaining so elusive. This was one woman who could understand the totality of what they shared.
However, the second Shawn felt the woman's warm, wet skin touching him, he forgot that Charles still lurked in the shadows to watch their copulation, to masturbate contentedly while he observed his lover penetrate a woman rather thart himself. Charley melted in his arms, feeling herself surrender as she always did to any man.
"It's me, Shawn . . . this is not Master Robert Towers," Shawn reminded the dark-haired woman who clung to him almost desperately and appeared deaf to his words.
"Damn you, Charley! Open your eyes! Then, obey me because that is all you understand. Look at me sitting on the bed. Now, take off that ridiculous dress and show me what a woman looks like," Shawn commanded, his voice very low and not at all threatening. All Charley heard was his order to undress. She understood that command.
"I will show you all of me before you even touch my body," Charley chanted from memory, forgetting that it was not Robert she was performing for.
"Show me, dear Charley, show me all of your nakedness. But, please, remember my name is Shawn and I love you and I care about you as a human being. I desire you as a woman, but I see you as a whole person. Take off your clothes and prance and parade for me!!" Shawn's voice was urgent with desire, but he was not ordering Charley to do anything.
"You'll see it all before you decide to buy my meat. I will open myself for you so you can see my pink pussy and decide if I am worthy of your cock. Let me show you how pretty and desirable I can be, love," Charley chanted on, oblivious to where she was or who she was with. Robert had been a very thorough teacher!
"Charley . . . Charley this is Shawn. Robert isn't here, sweetheart. Robert is not here!" Shawn tried again, his eyes riveted on the show Charley was starting to put on for another man's benefit, for a phantom man not even present.
She tossed her dark curls and thrust her breasts towards Shawn's face, her hands pulling at the cloth that covered them. Her pulling grew wild and frantic until she was actually tearing the fabric of her dress. Charley smiled when the dress ripped, her hands grabbing her tits and exposing their nakedness through the gap in her slinky party gown. Her lips were open and she cried out in small, excited, frightened gasps.
"See how big and full my tits are. Look at the pretty buds for you to suck. I will feed you and do anything you ask if you will suck my tits. Bite them and pull my flesh if you want, but suck me, please." Charley begged so quietly that Shawn barely heard her cries.
The young man had already removed his clothes, before Charley had slipped so far away from reality. His cock was not really hard, but it still hung far beyond the full sacs that held his essence. He watched the bewitched woman undulate and gyrate before him. She held her breasts to his mouth like offerings to the gods. Shawn wanted to slap her back to reality, but he stopped when he realized that was exactly what Charley was accustomed to having happen.
Despite her irrational exhibition, Shawn still lusted for the feel of Charley's naked flesh. He no longer listened to her irrelevant begging for a beating. He decided to forget Robert even if the sultry woman could not. Shawn moved towards her dancing, enticing body. She. saw the figure coming towards her and dropped to the floor, her once-voluptuous body curling into the fetal position as if to protect and secure herself.
Shawn was startled, but he dropped down next to her body and began kissing her face wherever it was not covered by her hands. His mouth was soft and gentle, consistent and more persistent than Charley's defenses could comprehend. She let her fingers fall away from her face, wanting to feel each movement of Shawn's mouth on her face. Her dark eyes opened only once, seeing the beautiful young man who claimed to care for her and not the steel-grey eyes of her keeper. She reached out to Shawn.
Their mouths touched fleetingly, lips brushing against lips, coming back and pressing feverishly together. Her mouth opened for his tongue. Shawn made love to the warmth of her mouth, touching each inch with his darting tongue, sucking her tongue deep into his mouth. Charley did not fight him. Her surrender was complete despite the fact that she felt herself loved and knew she did not have to "give-in." But her body was too weak and too well-conditioned to do anything else then.
"Stand up. Come to my bed, please," Shawn asked the beautiful woman who had uncurled slightly when he kissed her face. She stared at him, kneeling next to her, his gigantic cock semi-erect and pointing at her belly.
"I wanted to undress you. Now, please help me up and you may undress me. Do it slowly and I will show you everything dear Robert has already told you ... or sold you." Charley's voice was quiet, devoid of emotion about herself as a sexual commodity, a cunt. She remembered where she was and why she was there.
Shawn's kind offers soothed the inner anguish she tried to repress, but nothing could make her forget the things she had heard discussed between Shawn and his lover: Robert had bartered her to these fags. Period.
"Forget that son-of-a-bitch!! None of that matters here," Shawn cajoled, still kneeling next to her, his hand stroking her cheeks and smoothing her hair.
"Ill never forget him. But, now, let's make love the way you promised. I need you, I desire you, I want you. Help me up, please," she answered softly.
Shawn guided her to her feet and led her back to the velvet bed, his arm tightly around her slender waist. Charley was pale, but her sexual instincts had returned and she was eager for the game to begin. Shawn unfastened the clinging gown, slipping it off her body and letting it drop to the floor. She wore only silk panties, her full breasts high and proud enough to need no bra. She looked radiant.
Her back was towards Shawn as he appraised her hips swelling below her tiny waist. There were a few faint bruises on her soft flesh, marks left by the mentor who had sent her to this bedroom. Shawn looked away, wanting more than ever to show her love and sex, not brute force. She turned to face him, the gleam of lust filling her dark eyes. He pulled her body against his, covering her mouth with kisses of passion. His rod was getting harder, pressing hotly on her thigh.
Shawn lay down on the velvet bedspread, his head supported on his hand. He lay on his side watching her, his prick jutting out from his slim, slender body. Charley ran her hands along the contours of her body until she touched the silken panties that hid her bush from Shawn's eyes. With a swift, graceful movement, she pulled them down and stepped out of the panties. Her dark, curly patch was trimmed perfectly to accentuate the triangle between her thighs.
She came to the edge of the bed and stopped, her dark eyes fascinated by the size of Shawn's organ. All she wanted to do was kiss and suck his incredible piece of meat. He looked so strong and rich with come that she licked her lips in anticipation of tasting his manhood. Without a word she dropped to her knees, feeling the velvet spread beneath the breasts. Her round hippies got hard and pointed.
"I want to suck you and kiss you. Let me taste your sex, feel that cock brushing my mouth and filling my throat," Charley whispered.
"Soon. Now, come lie next to me so I may feel you and explore the body you have finally shown me."
Charley reclined next to him. She ran her fingers through his shaggy hair, pushing his face down against the warm flesh of her breasts. Shawn's mouth closed around her nipple, sucking and grinding the bud between his teeth while she pressed her body against the rigid cock that protruded from his groin. His hands pushed her tits together, his tongue tracing circles around both breasts. "Suck me."
Shawn held the twin mounds close together, his mouth moving from one breast to the other, his tongue stabbing at the tender tips and making Charley shudder with pleasure. Her flat stomach was pressed against his cock. She undulated easily to massage his penis while he licked and lapped at her breasts with slow, gently caresses. He was not in a hurry. The kissing he gave was full of his own sensual joy in touching her naked flesh.
Throwing one leg over his body, Charley felt her wet pussy touch his leg. She clung tighter, grinding her moist vagina against him. Shawn reached down and separated and swollen lips that protected her tiny clit. His fingers touched the flaming organ, running up and down along it until Charley was screaming with excitement His fingers were sticky and dripping with her secretions as they manipulated her clit swiftly and lightly.
"Don't stop. Rub it, touch it, feel it respond to you."
Shawn ran his finger over and over the protruding knob nested between her thighs, feeling her heat and smelling her arousal as the honey flowed from the pink hole under her clit. Charley was tossing every time he touched the sensitive tip of her clitoris, her pelvis grinding against his hand and body, her thighs open for him to explore her valley. His cock was twitching, moving uncontrollably as it lay on the silken skin of her body.
Charley twisted violently, her face diving down along Shawn's chest, her mouth working rapidly over the skin until she felt the fine hair of his crotch begin. Her fingers massaged his groin, moving slowly, at last, as she drew nearer to his organ and the full sacs that hung beneath his cock. She licked him, running her tongue along the hair line that led to the base of his erection.
Their desire for each other was mounting. Charley's sudden descent into his crotch gave Shawn a different view of her dripping cunt. He pulled her legs apart, making her straddle his chest, her pie directly above his mouth. While she toyed with his crotch, Shawn ran his tongue along her slit, sucking in the wetness that made her ready for him to plunge his cock inside her pussy.
Crouching over Shawn's prone figure gave Charley her chance to suck his dick. Her lips parted to take the swollen organ into her mouth. Her tongue stabbed at his hole, circled the ridge above the length of his prick. Her mouth was slobbering as she sucked and pulled on his sex. Her own saliva was running down the shaft. Charley pulled more and more of the huge pole down her throat, almost gagging with its size. She refused to stop, her hand pumping the shaft and guiding it into her mouth. He moaned and pumped himself further into her mouth, his tongue becoming slowly immobilized with every new delight the woman showered upon him. Her cunt was close enough to lick, but Shawn had no strength to reach out for her.
Charley didn't seem to notice that her lover had ceased fingering her pie. Her only attention was to her massive, throbbing prick that she held in her mouth. She ran her tongue along the full length, feeling the swollen veins pressing against her tongue. Her free hand was massaging his balls, pushing up towards the base of his cock so that her tongue could touch them as she swallowed his penis.
"You are incredible!! Cease or I will come before sampling your pussy. You could suck me dry, dearest!" Shawn exclaimed, his voice harsh from his heavy breathing.
Charley did not bother to come up for air. Her body was swaying with the movement of Shawn's thrusting hips as he gave his entire manhood to the warmth of her mouth and the frolicking of her tongue. Her ass was stuck up in the air, each movement she made, opening the cheeks slightly and allowing her vaginal secretions to dribble down the soft skin of her inner thighs. Shawn grabbed at her twat with his last remaining energy and pulled her down on his face. She squealed, the head of his dick still filling her mouth.
"I want to fuck you now. Put my cock into your cunt, sweetheart. Put me into your hole." Shawn tried to order her, but he was not that kind of person and the energy he sometimes used to appear that way had been drained by Charley's eager and talented mouth.
"Good. I think you will tear me apart! I have never seen a prick this big. Lucky, lucky Charles," she mumbled, not angry or resentful, but in awe of the giant penis whose perfect form and symmetry were marvels to her. A perfect penis was as remarkable as a perfect face or a perfect work of art. Shawn possessed a perfect penis!
Charley did not turn to face her lover. She. slithered her pussy along his chest and belly, slowly, letting her clit be massaged by his body and dropping her fragrant perfume all along her journey towards the stiff member that pointed at the ceiling. She was afraid to lower her sex onto that rod, but her desire was stronger.
Lifting her slender body with her hands and arms firmly planted on either side of Shawn's hips, Charley dropped her body down against the curly pubic hair surrounding the shaft that looked even larger when she realized it was about to spread the walls of her vagina. He shoved his body up to touch the entrance to her hole, but met only the firm grip of her hand as she massaged his cock, feeling the tight skin slide between her fingers.
"You're so big. Please, let me do it slowly. I don't want you to wreck me. I love your cock ... try not to hurt me, please. Slowly, enter me slowly," Charley begged, raising her pelvis and placing her hole directly above the massive ' shaft.
Her ass was within easy reach of Shawn's hands. He grabbed the firm cheeks and yanked her down towards his body, tired of waiting to feel the hot, velvet interior of her cunt. Charley resisted enough so that only the head of his tool pushed aside the folds of skin that guarded her treasure. The pressure of his prick made her legs spread wider and drained the energy from her arms that kept her poised aloft above him.
"Oh no!! You'll rip me!! No . . . let me suck you off," Charley screamed out in sudden desperation when she felt the hardness of Ins organ push towards her inner valley.
"Charles can suck me. Charles can butt-fuck me. Charles can do everything you do to me. He can even love me. You can give me entrance to your cunt, allow me the warmth of your womb. Charles cannot give me that one pleasure. I won't hurt you, Charley, I promise not to hurt you . . ." Shawn begged, his groin aching to dump its load inside her belly. His hands continued to pull her down onto the full length of his sex, continued to maneuver her gyrating ass further towards his flesh.
She was not strong enough to fight, nor did she really want to forgo her chance of knowing the blazing talents of Shawn's prick. Allowing the tension to ease out of both her arms and the muscles that tightened her hole, Charley sank down onto the pole. It was immense, that cock that shoved into her pie and touched the pearl at the end of her cavern. Her legs opened further, and she bent forward to grip Shawn's legs while her vagina contracted madly around the rod that was filling her up.
Gripping her buttocks, Shawn guided her sex down around his prick untd he felt himself ram into the furthest wall of her cunt. Her clit was rubbing against his balls, her slender body swaying forward with the force of his drive inside of her. She cried out, but it was a cry of pleasure this time. Her body shuddered once, then started to move rhythmically with his, rubbing her wet slit and ass feverishly against Shawn's pubic hair. Every movement allowed him greater access to the tight massage of her vaginal muscles.
Sensing that he could not rip her pie or tear her flesh despite the menacing appearance of his penis, Charley relaxed and started to enjoy their coupling. Using her arms to elevate herself, she slipped up and down the length of his cock feeling her clit slap against his balls each time he had fully penetrated her hole. She moaned, her cries genuine pleasure and excitement rather than tenor or phony attempts to make a man come quickly so that the ordeal would end quickly.
"Harder. Fuck me harder. Aahhh ... do it more. Fuck my cunt harder!" she cried out, feeling his prick ramming the end of her pussy each time Shawn pushed up and she dropped down.
Her body had adjusted to the fucking enough for Charley to release her grip on Shawn's legs. She moved her hands up between them, rubbing his hard, hair-covered balls as they slapped against her flaming clitoris. He was moving for both of them, drowned by his own needs and willing to grant her the freedom to add anything to their copulation which might heighten the pleasure that was already so intense he felt himself drowning.
Charley pushed his balls up against her slit, trying to shove them inside her sex along with his dick. The sacs were full of come and titillated her clit. To enhance this sensation, Charley frantically used her other hand to spread the pink skin that sheltered her erect, throbbing organ. Her fingers rubbed her clit while they fucked, moving away only long enough for Shawn's balls to engulf it each time their bodies crashed together.
"I'm going to come!" she moaned, her pelvis twisting in frenzied convulsions against Shawn's body. Her cunt was churning and vibrating, the silken muscles sucking his cock hard against her inner walls, pulling him inside her pie eagerly as the first flashes of her climax drove Charley wild. Her hands clutched at his balls, his legs, the velvet cover on the bed. Her mouth was open and her saliva gathered in the corners of her mouth as she writhed on the penis that impaled her body.
Shawn's full load was surging forth, ready to fill the woman's vagina with creamy fluid. He clutched her butt to hold her down on top of him while he shot his come deep inside her vagina. Their bodies undulated together as the spasms of passion ebbed and flowed, holding each other the way a sinking man grabs a floating timber. Shawn was overcome. Charley was drained and exhausted. Neither one had anticipated this intense, simultaneous climax. They were dripping with perspiration, panting and gasping for air.
Charley's dark head dropped down between his legs as she was engulfed with the fireworks and explosions of her climax. She was not able to move off the cock that shuddered and twitched inside her cunt. Even as Shawn's prick shrank down within the dark hole of her pussy, she felt the organ and each fresh touch of her tender flesh against his body forced new waves of orgasmic fury through her.
Shawn reached out to hold her body, turning her on the pivot of his prick until her breasts touched his chest and her dark curls tickled his shoulders. She was limp and happy, kissing his face with her dry mouth, letting herself collapse on top of him without caring about anything except what they had shared together.
"Thank you," she whispered. She meant those words. It was the first time a man had loved her without plundering her. She HAD learned something.
"My pleasure, dearest," Shawn answered, licking her ear while she squirmed on top of him. She felt her pie gush more juice out in preparation for another penis. Charley's body was more eager than she realized for the rest of the evening's entertainment.
"Beautiful! I almost came just watching both of you. Darling, you do fuck a woman well!" Charles said as he approached the bed, his cock erect and guiding the way.
"Join us," Shawn invited in a quiet, wasted voice his lover understood. Charles touched the bed, his face and his prick aimed at the exposed anal pore Charley exhibited as she lay impaled on Shawn's cock, her face buried in his shoulder, her breathing coming in short, rasping gasps.
Charles had been masturbating. His hand still held the hard pole he had driven into Shawn's rectum almost daily. He felt the pressure mounting inside his groin, the ache of his balls as they cried for release. Never actually fucking a female before, all the young man could do was aim for familiar territory. Her tight anus beckoned him.
Shawn watched his lover prepare to jam his cock into Charley's visible, available rectum. He clung to her fragile body, wondering if she could withstand any more intrusions into her orifices. He wanted to protect the panting woman whose breasts were pressing against his chest as she gasped for air. Yet, he also wanted Charles, the man he loved and lived with, to enjoy his piece of the action that Robert had given them.
"Don't ram her, darling," Shawn whispered, hoping that Charles would hear his voice. Charley was still inert upon his body, her long legs now stretched out close to his, but her cunt clutching at the limp penis Shawn had not removed from her hole. Her dark head never moved when Shawn spoke, and he hoped she was drifting towards sleep.
"You got your sexual rocks off, love! What the fuck am I supposed to do?? You make me come with a hand job better than I can masturbate ... if I can't have my piece of this tail, then jack me off yourself!! Please, darling, don't move! Just grab my prick and jerk me off," Charles said, complaining and frustrated simultaneously. Even he was uncertain where one feeling started and the other began.
"She will accept your dick. Just let her catch her breath. Give her a minute to climb off me so she can administer to you, dear," Shawn answered, one hand leaving the silken flesh of Charley and reaching out for his lover's body, trying to assure Charles that nothing had changed between them.
Charles stopped his pushing towards her tight, wrinkled rectum. He was poised above the two naked bodies, uncertain as to his next move. Charley raised her head, speaking slowly and deliberately to both men. She was still tingling from her climax with Shawn, but she had wanted more even before Charles had reappeared on the scene.
"It's fine, Charles. Lie with us for a little while. I'll keep you hard and strong," Her voice trailed off as she touched his cock and traced the pulsing veins with her fingers. He had already moved towards her hands and away from her buttocks. His young face was flushed with excitement as she cupped her hand around his aching penis.
"Let your lover regain his full erection. Then I'll show you something about him you've never experienced. Until Shawn has rested, let me suck you and kiss your sex. You watched. I can give you pleasure," Charley finished, her mind racing madly as she sought to salvage the entire situation. She wanted to stay with these men until her mind unclogged. If Charles felt cheated or left out, that visit would be impossible.
"God, we play horrible games with other people," she thought, her hand grasping the pole Charles offered her willingly.
Slowly, easily, Charley ran her hand along the shaft Charles shoved at her face. She cupped his balls in her hands and licked them, sucked them into the warmth of her mouth. He knelt before her, never uttering a sound, as he moved in and out of the wet, hot hole her mouth showed him.
"Go to Shawn. HE needs YOU now. When you are both ready, I will show you a new, delicious way to touch each other. Go to him, Charles. He needs your arms and mouth, not mine," Charley urged. Her instinctual wisdom guided her rather than her pride. The lovers belonged together; she was only a temporary gift that Robert had given, maybe, she giggled, a wedding present!
Hating to let Shawn's cock leave her pie, Charley rolled off his naked body to give Charles enough space to approach his lover. She lay on her back, eyes closed, trying to see the entire pattern of her life. Beside her, two men locked together in passionate embrace, mouths hungering for each other, tongues touching where no eye could see. Nothing made sense to Charley! How many times had she reached that conclusion??? How many times had she then gone right back to the man who kept her and all that closed her in.
Shawn might have been tired, but the instant Charles kissed his lips, his cock stirred and started to grow larger and larger. They held each other, much like a man and a woman cling together when they feel intense love combined with a threat to that secure bliss. The men were in love. Charley knew that simply by the way they touched each other. Her envy was not noticed because they were too busy feeling and touching to remember her presence, except as a dim backdrop which might give fleeting pleasure.
Charley watched Shawn entwine his legs around Charles the minute the young man kissed his lips. They pressed together, cocks straining for release, grinding against each other with a passion that came solely from touching. This was a new experience for the dark woman; her experience had always involved animal lust for a BODY. The person who owned the body was never of concern.
Shawn and Charles loved each other because they liked each other. The sexual aspect was separate from the pure and basic fact that they cared about each other. Charley had never seen two men together so her eyes were glued to the gyrations of their slim, naked bodies grinding together. Her mind was far away, though, from the physical spectacle presented for whoever cared to watch.
What Charley kept wondering about was her own self. Why had she never found the love these young gay men knew and expected from each other? Her cunt might be pretty, but there was more to her than the hole every female had without asking for it. Sometimes, Charley wished her cunt were gone. She dreamed of a man who loved Charley, never caring about her cunt or her tits or body, a man who loved the person she knew instead of the image and the physical endowments that anyone could see.
Where would she go? What would happen after her brief sojourn with these two young men, both handsome and alert, both totally committed to each other? Charley wanted to beg for asylum with them, to plead for time to sort her life out before she left Robert and his crazy games. But she understood in that secret spot everyone guards, she liked the life Robert gave her. Yes, he GAVE it to her, but that didn't matter.
Shawn was still prone, his cock beginning to rise up again as Charles sucked it, his tongue never going down below the hard ridge that turned Charley on. Men were different, even if their feelings were similar to a woman's. They had to fuck and love differently. Charley watched, her head so tormented and disunited that she only desired to join the fags and escape her life's problems for a while longer.
Charles had wrapped his slender body around Shawn until their cocks touched. While Charlie watched. Shawn began to run his hand along the hard prick, each time stopping long enough to cup Charles' balls and massage them before he traveled up along the pole to play with the hole at the tip. They both clung to each other, begging for release that certainly did not include Charley any longer. In their feverish reunion, the sultry female had been forgotten.
"SHAWN!" Charley screamed, her naked body still aching for both men, her limbs spread for both men to enter any hole she could offer. Without knowing why, the sight of Shawn's new, growing erection was a threat to Charley. She was secure when she believed that her own body and her enticements drove a man crazy. Now, as she watched the young men grind together, she understood for certain that more had to be involved than simple, explicit sex. Hadn't one of the fags told her they talked together for hours?
What was she supposed to do? Stay a few days and return to Robert's tyranny? Charley realized she had little choice, but she was no longer happy with that arrangement for the rest of her life. "For the rest of my life": those words strangled her, left her incapable of doing anything. She saw Shawn and Charles banging into each other, knowing that every touch would someday have a sentimental value. They loved each other.
"Sweetheart, come to us now, please," Shawn's voice beckoned Charley and allowed her to forget the much larger problems of her life.
"Tell me . . . NO!!" she protested her own submission, seeing where she could aid, what she wanted to add to the copulation her own eyes viewed whenever she dared to open them. All Charley wished to do was give both men the things they had been promised. Once Robert's debts had been paid, she could leave, leave with no regrets and no fears that Mr. Robert Towers might pursue her.
"Shawn . . ." Her voice was silly and cowed, not the same woman who had come to a climax with him.
"Show Charles. That's all you can do, dearest. If we can help you, we will. But . . ." Shawn's words ended because he remembered the women who had gone back to Robert and his way of life before they realized the life available to them without Robert's help. Shawn wished Charley would run from that man immediately, but, as he watched her administer "head" to Charles, he realized that the woman was more of a "professional" than he had imagined.
"Slower . . . don't grind your teeth into me ..." Charles muttered as Charley sucked his cock deep into her mouth. He was certainly not as large as his lover, but Charles had a splendid prick, full and hard, desirous of a place to dump his semen.
The woman felt that Shawn had left her alone to deal with his very young, very jealous lover. Her mouth wanted to suck Charles' cock while her head kept reminding her that any man would eventually begin telling her what she MUST do for him. There was another secret part of her that she heard then, die Woman who hated any man who believed that if she could make him unload his brimming cock they somehow had a common bond. For the first time in her life, Charley understood what her friend Chris had told her about men. They were all basically the same!!
Maybe Chris was right. Charley remembered all the men who had entered her treasure and her body quivered with horror. She still licked the tender, responsive tip of Charles' prick, sucking his pole inside her warm mouth with little thought about whether it was "right" or "wrong." If men were all the same, all screwed-up, it made practical sense to Charley that the same maxim held true for women. So, as she tried to please Charles with her tongue stabbing and licking his manhood, she realized that if all of those practical "philosophies of life" held true, then everyone, penis or cunt, was screwed-up and had little, if any, hope!
Charley's rosy Lips sucked Charles' prick, encircling the head and drawing it into her warm mouth. She longed to make him come. Every time her tongue entered his tiny hole, the miniature opening at the end of his penis, Charles' body arched up towards the ceiling. He writhed underneath the driving stabs of her tongue as it dug deeper into his tender, swollen cock. He screamed out in mingled pain and pleasure, hoping that Shawn would pull the dark woman off his tender, throbbing prick. Nothing stopped her tonguing or his distracting excitement.
Shawn was watching the woman suck off his young lover, his erection growing harder and stronger each time Charles cried out his excitement. Maybe Charley could show the young man that women were capable of delivering some sexual pleasure to men; maybe now Charles would understand why Shawn occasionally wanted a woman to fuck and suck, a woman to suck his cock and lick his balls. Shawn stared at the woman's mouth as she pulled Charles' prick inside her lips and jabbed at the head with her expert tongue. He wanted to join them.
Charley was ready for the denouement of this orgy. She was hot and eager for both men to fill her up with their brimming pricks. She slid up Charles' body until her wet pussy was poised above the cock she had sucked almost until it dumped in her mouth. Charles stared at her, not certain what was happening.
"Shawn, get in back. Mount my rear. Fuck my ass-hole. Charles is going to fuck my cunt hard!" Charley ordered the aroused man who was watching her.
She dropped her vagina around the pole that stuck up from Charles' prone body. He gasped as her cunt closed in warmly around his cock, feeling the wet, clasping muscles that pulled him inside her pussy. Shawn mounted her body from behind, pushing his huge member into her rectum, inch by inch, her butt grinding against his thrusting. Charley was sandwiched between the two men, both holes filled with cock.
"Feel his cock, Charles? Push harder, fuck my cunt harder. Feel Shawn's penis inside my ass ... fuck harder . . . harder!" she cried out, her body pushing towards both men furiously as her own climax began to surface.
Shawn was pumping rapidly, his dick spreading her tight anus so wide it hurt Charley. His balls smacked against her ass cheeks every time he pounded into her butt. Charles had reached up to grip her shoulders, pumping furiously himself, ramming his rod into her pie with equal fury to Shawn. Their organs seemed to slam together inside her belly someplace, a sensation that was driving Charley mad with pleasure.
"Harder, damn you, fuck me harder!! Feel me, feel your cocks crash together! Pump faster, faster, faster!" she screamed.
The two men were driving into her at full-speed, smashing her slender body between them as they both felt the hot semen in their sacs start to boil urgently. Charley was grinding madly already, her body twisting with the floods of delirium that came as the men plundered her orifices. She felt Shawn's cock grow harder and larger as he pumped into her ass and sagged on her back with the fury of his spurting come. Charles was clinging to her as he shot out his liquid fire, fine cream that burned her pussy as it burst inside.
Charley was plastered against Charles, her clit still massaging his pelvis as the three of them panted and reveled in their climax. Shawn was lying on her back, holding her down, his come dripping out of her ass and running between her legs. Charles felt his lover's liquid essence dribble onto his balls as he remained prone underneath the woman and Shawn.
"Wow! Shit, I have never felt like that before," Charley whispered finally. It no longer mattered if the men knew that she had initiated a game she had never played before. Her body told her she had been successful, and that was all that counted right then. She felt both pricks still embedded in her body, the come of all three mingling to perfume the room with an aroma that could be bottled as an aphrodisiac.
"Lady, you are something else! You fuck like an animal. You fuck like a snake," Charles said in a tone that was almost admiration. It was as close to a compliment as he had ever come with a woman.
"Now what, love?" was all Shawn asked as he rolled off Charley's naked back and saw the river of white semen that ran down her crack and made a pool inside the fine hairs of Charles' pubis. "Was that good? Did I fuck you well? Did Robert tell the truth?" she asked coolly as she climbed off Charles and sat on the edge of the bed, her holes leaving dark stains underneath her.
"Robert never sells anything he isn't certain about, dear lady. You are, to quote our silent partner, 'a snake.' You fuck like a snake . . . maybe you live like a snake. Maybe, sweetheart, you must become a snake to survive. Only you know that," Shawn commented slowly, his hand reaching over Charles to touch Charley's shoulder softly and fleetingly, as though he wanted her to know he was not putting any value judgment in his words.
Charley turned quickly at his touch and his words. She wished Shawn would kiss her again, show her that she had performed well and that he still cared about her. His comments made her shudder. Had she turned into a viper under the tutelage of Mr. Robert Towers? She wasn't sure she cared anymore.
"What will you do now?" Shawn asked again. He walked towards the table as he spoke, his large cock swinging with each step, his magnificent balls dangling down between his legs like perfect works of sculpture. He returned to the large bed with the champagne, drinking the expensive wine from the bottle as if it were table wine.
Charley took the bottle eagerly, swilling the champagne without caring if it cost more than most of her gowns. She offered the bottle to Charles who was finally sitting up, his back propped against the omate wood headboard, his cock nestled peacefully in the patch of pubic hair that was sticky and fragrant from all of their come. He took a long drink, seeming to forget that he had bought the champagne for a more splendid and formal occasion.
"What will you do? Answer me, please, if you can. You will have to decide that sooner or later," Shawn repeated. He sat next to Charley, pushing her tangled mane of hair out of her face so he could see her eyes. She shuddered involuntarily and turned to the strange man who had managed to touch her deepest soul. Charley threw her arms around him and hugged Shawn tightly.
"Hey, cut that shit out! You have no more claim to him now. Don't hang on him. He's my lover, not yours. You BELONG to Robert, whore. Remember who pays the bills for your dalliances, sweetie," Charles shot at her, jealousy again making him less than happy to see her beautiful naked body touching Shawn.
"I'll go back to him. I have nowhere else to go now. Unless . . ." Charley's voice trailed off. She could call Paul or Chris, her friend, a lady who might be able to help. Chris would understand, if Charley could summon the nerve to explain her situation.
"May I use the phone? It's long-distance. Maybe there is something besides Robert's way of fife for me. I can see," she said quietly, uncertain of her own ability to leave the domineering man who had taken care of her and shown her a slice of life that had its appeal even as she contemplated leaving him.
"Go ahead. Down the hall, it's more private," Shawn answered, his hand now stroking his young lover's crotch gently and without frenzy. It was a way of expressing love, not a manipulation to get an erection. Charley was once more impressed by the love shared between the men. Her experience taught that anything involving the touching of sexual organs meant the demand for fucking. This was sweet and warm and loving. She hurried to call Chris.
"Certainly, babe, you are welcome. Alex and I are very open and free with each other. He will let you join our family, if you want," Chris' voice said over the phone. She sounded happy to hear from Charley, and thrilled by the story Charley had related about her sexual bondage.
"Alex?" Charley questioned. Last time the women spoke Chris lived alone.
"My roommate and lover. Unless we are with other people. I think you'd like sleeping between us. He knows how to screw, dear, very well! He's hung like a bull! I can love your pussy better than a man. I know what makes a woman feel good . . . we could be happy together," Chris said, her voice soft and inviting. She was trying to seduce Charley over the telephone.
"Thanks Chris. Ill call you as soon as I'm sure. Give my love to Alex. Thanks again." Charley hung up the phone, her head spinning wildly again, the confusion of her life returning like a stunning blow as she listened to Chris' offer.
Charley tried to imagine Chris licking her cunt, sucking her breasts, entering her pie with her fingers. She tried to taste her friend's mouth and smell her female fragrance. She wondered about their female bodies entangled on a bed, rubbing and touching bare flesh. Charley was mystified. She had hoped for something different from Chris.
"Well?" Shawn asked when she came back to the bedroom. The men were drinking champagne and leaning together, a unit that no one could separate.
"I'm going back to Robert. Sex is all most people understand or care about. You are lucky. If I ever find what you share, I'll run to your hilltop and invite you both to my wedding. I must leave. Thank you both." Charley sounded sad and wistful, but that changed as she finished speaking. She knew where she belonged. Robert was waiting for her. She had to go back. Nothing sounded any different or any better than what he gave her. Charley left the men lying together on the velvet bedspread.
CHAPTER SIX
Now it was Charley's last night in the Bahamas. The vacation had been Robert's reward when she had come back to him after her tryst with Shawn and Charles. She was still drowsy from the hot sun as she came back to the reality of where she was and what was going on. Robert still slept next to her, his grey hairs again looking very obvious to Charley as she stared at him.
Standing up, her lithe body bronzed from the tropical sun, she walked towards the clear blue water, her dark hair shimmering with golden flecks the sun had created during her vacation. Charley was hot and restless now. The hours spent journeying backwards through her life tormented her more than she had anticipated.
Her naked body dove into the sea, skimming beneath the water until her lungs felt ready to burst. Charley liked the way the water caressed her body as she swam close to the white sandy floor of the ocean. She surfaced for air, then went under again, hoping her physical exertion would help unclog her brain. Either clear everything up inside her brain or make her forget the questions she heard herself repeating over and over.
Shawn had told her that she would return to Robert. He had known her too well, too intimately. It was instant understanding the young man had shown Charley. It was as if he had crawled deep inside her head and heart to those places she rarely went herself. Just thinking about his words made Charley gasp for breath and rise out of the water.
On the distant beach, she saw Robert begin to stir. Her feet hit the sandy bottom, discovering a small bar that allowed her to stop swimming and rise out of the blue water. Her breasts were golden-brown in the sinking sun, the round nipples hard from the cool water. She waved at Robert, wanting him to leave her alone on her tiny island. He waved back, pointing towards their home as he headed back to get ready for the surprise he had planned for their last night in the Bahamas.
"Thank God! Get ready. I will be back soon," Charley said to the vast, serene body of water that isolated her from all human life. She wasn't quite ready to face the big, powerful man who kept her and fucked her, and sent her to other men as a surprise package of female delights. She had opened her cunt to many different men during this trip, never questioning why she did it. Shawn had explained all she needed to know.
Open your pink slit, expose your naked body, shove your full tits at the man's mouth. It was a routine Charley knew by heart, a game she played without ever hesitating. She always got something when she cooperated. Usually, she vibrated with orgasms that sent her into places no mortal visited often or for long. Sometimes, as a bonus she got trinkets and gifts worth a lot of money, material things that she hoarded. Often, she learned a new trick, a different way to fuck or be fucked.
Now, however, Charley wondered if there wasn't a totally new way to live. She had hated Paul for his materialism, his lust for things. She was doing the same thing, except she sold her pussy instead of her soul like her husband had done. It was all the same in the end, though, Charley decided as she glanced down at her firm, voluptuous body. One sold what one could. All she had to barter was the valley between her legs.
She glided through the water heading towards the beach and Robert and her surprise "gala event" that would culminate the vacation she had earned, or bought, by her faithful fucking of Shawn and Charles and her return to Robert. He was really only securing his investment in her by giving her these weeks in the islands. If she was good, if she remained reliable and faithful, Robert gave her a gift!
"SHIT!!!" Charley screamed into the vast emptiness of the secluded lagoon. She had to get out. She decided right then, as her naked body swam through the tropical water, that she would leave Robert's tyranny. He had taught her all she could learn from him. All he was able to do now was confuse and twist her values to suit his own sexual needs. She liked his dominance. Charley knew that when the powerful man hit her butt or slapped her face and ordered her to suck his cock, she was aroused and excited.
Climbing out of the water and feeling the dying sun dry her skin, Charley headed back into the lush vegetation that surrounded the cottage. She knew Robert was waiting for her. She knew that tonight she would tell him her m decision to leave. She also knew, and hated to admit, that his total control over her life was stimulating and rewarding. She wondered how she would react if he tried to change her mind.
"You look ravishing, darling," Robert called out from the porch when Charley approached the cottage, her naked flesh shimmering in the brilliant sunset that swept across the sky. Her body was ample and round where a man wanted fullness. Her breasts were still high and firm, her hips curved gently and erotically below the slim waist and flat belly she had learned to utilize in her seduction games.
"Make me a drink, please, dear," Charley asked in a stronger voice than she usually used with Robert. He glanced at her curiously for a second, then handed her a tall glass he had already prepared for her. She kissed him on the lips, her tongue skimming along the inside of his mouth. Her breasts pressed against his bare, well-muscled chest when she thanked him.
"You think of me all the time." Charley wasn't certain why she said that. She gulped the potent, sweet drink down like it was water. Her head felt foggy and drugged when she handed the empty glass back to her benefactor and mentor for a refill.
Robert was wearing his white pants, the lower half of a suit purchased on the vacation. Without underwear, Charley could see the outline of his prick beneath the cloth, her eyes riveted on the ridge of his cock as it pressed against the pants. He smiled at the naked woman, giving her another full glass. "Thank you."
Charley drank more slowly, her body already feeling the onslaught of the initial glass. She moved off the patio inside the cottage. Her hair was wet and she needed to shower before they went out. Robert watched her disappear into the bathroom, a curious smile on his face. The bulge of his crotch had grown while Charley wandered away from him. He wanted to ravish her before they dined out, before she washed away the ocean and the sand.
Robert followed her down the hall, unzipping his pants as he walked. He folded them over a chair, his lean, powerful body almost black from the sun. He heard the water running in the shower and pushed open the door. Charley was standing with one long leg up on the washstand. Her pink slit was barely visible to Robert as he burst in on his woman.
"What do you want?" Her voice was cold and harsh, surprising Charley almost as much as it shocked and angered Robert.
"You, little bitch! You take nasty pills today? Or, is it disappointment that our idyllic sojourn is ending? I think you ought to appreciate the fact I gave you so much time off, darling," Robert's voice was hard, his grey eyes cold as they looked at the woman shaving her legs.
"I'm trying to get ready. Its hard with an audience, dear," Charley tried to cover up her outburst. Robert advanced closer. She finished shaving quickly, lowering her leg and dropping the razor in a drawer before he reached her body.
"There's no rush. We don't have reservations until ten. I think I want to screw you before we leave. It wdl be the last time," Robert said almost erotically. Only the hint of harsh command that edged his voice made Charley realize he was ordering her, not inviting or asking or seducing.
"In here? Or, shall we try the bed or the couch or the porch or the kitchen floor?" Her voice was laced with sarcasm. She shrank back as his hand slapped her cheek. Tears sprang into her dark eyes, eyes she kept on the floor because she knew that Robert would see her pure hate if she dared meet his gaze.
"Tramp! You have become an arrogant bitch. All you are is a whore, well-paid and high-class, but a whore all the same! Climb down off that horse, dearest girl. Without me, you couldn't make enough to live with that cunt hole. I made you what you are. Don't forget that!!" Robert grabbed Charley's shoulders and pulled her naked body against him, his mouth devouring her lips and kissing her throat roughly. A few small patches of red bloody bruises rose under the top layer of her tender skin. She tried to pull away, but her feeble fight only aroused Robert further. He bit the fragile skin on the side of her neck, raising a dark welt where his teeth sank into her flesh. Charley cried out in pain, large tears running down her cheeks.
"Shut up, whore!" Robert shouted as he hoisted her naked body over his shoulder and carried her out of the small bathroom.
Charley was sobbing convulsively, her face hanging down against Robert's chest. Her ass was shoved in the air, her triangle of dark hair balanced on his strong shoulder. Her legs kicked wildly for a minute, until she saw how futile any effort to deny Robert his final fuck was. She slumped on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He had said it was their last fuck, she reminded herself. When they boarded the plane early the next morning, she would not be going with him.
Robert dumped her body on top of an old wooden table that stood close to the wall of the large living room of the cottage. Charley hit her head against the vase of flowers she had set on the dark wood table early that morning. The tall china container crashed to the floor and emptied both water and blossoms across the room. She felt the solid wood creak beneath her weight when Robert flung her down. The tiny squeaks occupied her brain rather than the punishment he was about to render to her body.
"Bitch! Cunt! Whore! Worthless female slime!" Robert barked insults at Charley's prone body, stretched over the table like an offering to the gods of power and desecration. She closed her eyes, trying not to hear his insults, trying not to care that he might be right.
"You're fighting me, cunt. You know you cannot do that. I am the man, the master, the cock. Remember who you are and what you are, harlot! You will never be more than I make you, but you fight me, try to be a smart-ass. Charley darling, you are a fool," Robert whispered through clenched teeth, his massive shoulders lurching forward as he bent over her prone, powerless body. She clenched her eyes shut, not wanting to see the venom of his stare as he planned her punishment.
"NO! I am yours, Robert. You are everything to me. Take me, punish me, screw me, fuck me with your big cock! Jam that massive tool inside me until I rip and bleed! I am yours," she whimpered incoherently, falling back into the role she had earlier resolved to leave forever. Her words seemed to come from another place, from another body.
"You ARE mine. You always will be mine, no matter where you run, no matter what you do. Part of you belongs to me as certainly as if you had sold your soul to the devil in return for eternal life, darling lady!" Robert hissed, his cock growing larger and rising away from his groin as his excitement mounted. He looked at the lovely woman lying prone and vulnerable on the table, her legs hanging down, her ass resting near the edge of the table. He advanced closer to her body, his face flushed with anger and excitement. Charley tried to close her thighs against him, but the hard table was holding her body immobile despite her efforts to protect her pie.
"Keep those legs open. I am going to fuck you until you cannot walk. I am going to shove my cock inside that pink hole until you beg for mercy! Then, when you are dripping with my come, you WILL stand and walk and have dinner with me, whore! Spread yourself for me. Open your cunt!" Robert ordered Charley, his voice allowing no place for her to deviate from his commands.
Charley wanted to die right there on the antique table. She struggled to move her body, but was unable to do anything except yield to Robert's orders. Feeling the hard wood beneath her bare skin, she ceased resisting the only comfortable position her body could have on the table. Her slender, golden thighs slid apart, hanging over the edge of the table so that her valley was beckoning to the powerful man who menaced her pie with his rigid penis.
"Take me. Screw the shit out of me." Charley complied with her mentor and her keeper. She could not fight him anymore. Maybe, she thought fearfully, she would never have the courage to fight him. Charley felt like she was going crazy, losing whatever grip she had once held on her own sanity.
"Expose your hole, cunt. Move your hands. I will not fuck a corpse, dear. Necrophilia is not my trip. Hold your pussy open for me! Spread your sex so I can see that succulent flesh while I fill you with my cock. Further, bitch, spread yourself wider!" Robert yelled.
Charley was ripping her own flesh in her frenzied eagerness to please this madman who controlled her life. Her fingers pulled the tender folds of her vagina apart as she also strained her muscles in an attempt to spread her thighs wider. The wooden table, carved and sturdy, seemed to deliberately block the movement of her legs. She felt the sticky moisture between her legs as she showed Robert the flower of her womanhood. She was beyond debasement. He could take her, he could have whatever she might be able to offer him. Her clit was red and naked, aching with desire that made Charley moan softly, her pelvis arching slightly in Robert's direction.
Robert was standing at the edge of the table where he had dumped Charley like a hunk of meat. She remained just as he had dropped her except for the effort she was making to let him peer inside her vagina while she held the skin away from her private place. He grabbed her thighs close to the place where they joined her furry triangle. With persistent fingers, he moved her legs further apart, straining every muscle in her body.
Charley's head balanced on the far edge of the table, her dark curls spilling over the wood and hanging freely, the sole part of her being that was able to move without restraint or pain. She felt a small knot on her skull where her head had thumped down on the table. Her whole body cried out in pain, yet she did not move or resist Robert when he touched the entrance to her cunt with the enflamed head of his penis.
There was suppressed anger in each movement Robert made. His shoulders were taut and rigid, spasmodic twitches barely visible beneath his tanned skin the only clue to how much feeling he held deep inside himself. The glimpses of his fury that Charley witnessed, the punishment he administered artfully and gladly was only the tip of Robert's iceberg of frustrated anger.
She opened her eyes slightly, just enough to watch the tyrant who terrified her and tantalized her, the man who debased her and delivered her. As she watched him begin probing at the wet entrance to her pussy, Charley wondered briefly about Robert, the human being, Robert the soul adrift in a tumultuous sea where his only oar and raft were powerful domination of those persons so much weaker than himself that he could vent his confused rush of emotions on helpless creatures incapable of resisting.
"I'm sorry, darling Robert. I wish we could have shared our souls once. Maybe we could have learned to love ourselves and each other," Charley whispered, feeling a rush of compassion for the huge man who was shoving his cock into her sex, his grey eyes intent only on the wet skin she offered him.
If Robert heard her words or understood her meaning, he gave no indication. He was pressing against the pink slit Charley showed him. His hand gripped the rigid pole of his manhood, guiding it deeper and deeper inside her cunt, shoving his tool into the warm cavern of her sex as he stood above the woman draped across the wooden table. This was his power, his only way of making himself a valuable and worthwhile person. Without his cock, Robert might just as well have been an insect, for all his existence mattered.
Feeling the glow that always came when she was fucked, Charley sighed slowly, her body desiring the culmination of this coupling. Robert might be a monster, but once he used his prick to excite her vagina, she no longer cared what kind of a person he was.' He was like every man who filled her pussy. He was only a penis, merely a sexual tool that either brought her to orgasm or failed to stimulate her.
Her body was not comfortable, but Charley ground her pelvis in response to every thrust Robert made into her cunt. She still held the lips of her vagina open, feeling his organ pull at the skin beneath her clit. She reached between her legs and started to massage her clit in unison with Robert's driving plunges into her hole. She moaned and cried as the pace of his fucking increased rapidly. His balls were slapping the edge of the wood table as he stood above her prone body and plundered her cunt.
"Whore! No one ever fucked you this well. No man has ever made you come the way I make you come." Robert was not expecting an answer from the naked lady who submitted to his furious screwing.
"You are the best, darling. Fuck me harder!" Charley screamed earnestly. No man had ever brought her to so many intense, overwhelming climaxes.
He pumped in and out, his cock hard and rigid as it pummeled the tender flesh inside Charley's legs. She was busy stroking her clit, feeling the orgasm that would make her inert, growing inside her body. It was like a storm building, slowly mounting until the full fury could no longer be contained. She lurched up, her thighs wrapping around Robert's hips as the explosion ripped through her body.
He was groaning with the surge of hot fluid that raced from the hole in his cock, dumping inside Charley. Her legs pinned him against the edge of the table while he deposited his come in her pussy. Robert jerked forward, grabbing her breasts while he unloaded his creamy semen. She was grinding her clit into his body, her hands pulling his shoulders closer to her prone body, her legs holding him prisoner for a few minutes.
The furry, hairy patches both Robert and Charley guarded between their legs touched while they came. The intimate part of each person intertwined for just a brief moment, hugging and clinging as though in silent, unspoken farewell. They hugged fiercely, Robert raising Charley from the table, his cock still implanted inside her cunt.
"Good-bye, darling Robert." Charley said the words to herself. She was never certain whether she had also verbalized her departure. Robert kissed her and carried her back to the shower with a tenderness rarely displayed. He never hinted at whether he was also saying good-bye, or if he simply was letting down his fierce, protective guard for a few seconds.
Charley wound her legs around his middle while he carried her to the bathroom. She wanted to remember all that was good and exciting about Robert. She wanted to keep every memento he had showered on her. If he was a madman or lunatic, as Shawn implied, then she was as sick as Robert. He could not be what he was without women like Charley who hungered for a man to paddle their butts!
It was not going to be easy to unwrap her legs from Robert's hard, powerful body. Charley felt tears rise beneath her dark lashes, filling the mysterious pools of her brown eyes. She wanted to love this man. She also entertained the thought of using a gun to blow his balls and cock off. The strange combination of feelings baffled Charley, but she kept her slender thighs wrapped around Robert's naked skin.
While she clung to his strong, powerful body, feeling the heat of his skin branding her own soft flesh, Charley realized that her decision to leave Robert was not her way of getting even with him. There was nothing to get even about She was no better or worse than the graying man who had given her everything she had dreamt about, every sexual encounter she had thought she wanted to experience.
Charley kissed him lovingly when Robert deposited her under the hot spray of the massage shower head. She had faked that emotion for him before, pretending to care when all she really felt was the exhausted, grateful release of an orgasm. Love was not an integral ingredient in an orgasm. Love really had nothing to do with the act of sexual intercourse. Copulation, fucking, screwing, making love: different words that said the same tiling!
There was something more. Charley remembered Shawn and Charles, remembered their innate, instant communication about everything.
Charley repeated her farewell to Robert, hoping that someday she might really understand how Shawn could touch Charles' cock in love, not to make him hard enough to fuck!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Are you sure?" was all that Robert asked when Charley told him she planned to leave him. His plane for San Francisco left at ten o'clock; the flight to Los Angeles departed from the next gate, thirty minutes later.
"I have to go. Who am I?" Charley answered, tears blurring her vision while she watched Robert change her ticket from one California city to another. He put green money on the plastic counter to pay for the difference in fares. Charley sobbed privately.
No one passing the beautiful woman in the Nassau terminal would have been able to sense her feelings. She waited for Robert, knowing that they would fly together, in less than ten minutes, to Miami. Her good-bye had a built-in fail-safe. They would part ways and lives only after leaving their tropical paradise, their vacationland, in the same small, outdated, underpowered craft that had deposited them there two weeks earlier. Charley held her tears, disguised the pain and terror that taking a separate plane in Miami made her feel. Part of her never wanted to bid 'aloha' to Robert Towers.
In the tiny, pre-fabricated, hastily-built bar, Charley drank straight vodka as if it was water. Robert never argued with her fresh order. He bent towards her only when she tilted precariously on her stool. Charley, in spite of her intoxication, still appeared beautiful, polished, elegant and rich. Her dark hair was slightly rumpled, but it looked as if THAT was the way it was styled. No one but Robert realized the tortures that haunted her lovely soul.
Once guided onto the tiny airplane, so old that jets were a madman's dream, Charley began to suck up liquor as fast as Robert ordered the miniature bottles, always asking for double or triple rounds when he put American bills in the young stewardess's palm. If he had been alone, the blonde girl, barely old enough to serve liquor in the States, probably would have left Robert her name and address. She was pretty in the way a cheerleader, or college football queen was pretty. Wholesome and robust, pink cheeks and even teeth, thick hair that was very blonde and very long, sweeping into soft waves low on her back.
"Is there anything else, Sir?" the cute stewardess asked only a few minutes before the "Seatbelt" sign flashed on. She smiled coyly when Robert handed her several bills to pay for the liquor Charley was drinking. He had already arranged for three miniature souvenir bottles the young innocent promised to deliver the instant the plane touched ground in Florida.
"Don't lose the name and phone number he folded inside your outrageous tip, darling," Charley mumbled, her speech thick from alcohol. Her poise and beauty were not affected by her intoxication. She appeared as controlled and rational as every other passenger on the small plane.
"I beg your pardon, Madame," the blonde, pretty, innocent girl said. Her All-American cheeks were colored with a rising blush. Charley smiled, partly in amusement, mostly because she remembered being as innocent and curious and eager as the young woman who was unable to treat Robert like any other traveler. Charley finished her last drink and hoped the pretty, fresh, clean girl lost the paper Robert had folded inside a twenty dollar bill.
"Be quiet, Charley," Robert ordered quietly. He was not threatening her. He knew that power was no longer his. All he wanted was to depart as civilized adults, without permitting the willful beauty to ruin his chances with new, fresh talent. She had been as silly and naive as the blonde stewardess before Robert had forced her to grow up.
"Are we there? Am I home yet?" Charley asked, her head spinning crazily from the liquor. Robert tucked the extra bottles into her leather purse, a gift from him when they wandered through the native marketplace of Nassau.
"Home? Where the hell IS home, Charley?" Robert asked, his handsome face, his hard grey eyes pinning her down, demanding that she give him an answer.
"We are home now." That was all Charley could say.
The lovely blonde girl wished them a pleasant journey. Her exaggerated wink at Robert told both Charley and her teacher that he would soon have a new, nubile, eager pupil. Mr. Towers touched her cheek fleetingly, a soft promise that would turn to iron-willed domination the instant the sweet child came to him for assistance. Charley wanted to scream out a warning, but her rosy lips never opened.
They had almost an hour before Robert's plane rose from the earth, its huge belly trying to defy the laws of gravity and aviation. Miami International was busy, people shuttling from one flight to another, very few staying in the American beach city for more than a few hours. Charley could spot the vacationers to Miami Beach or Fort Lauderdale or Palm Beach easily. They looked too fat, too rich for the money actually in their wallets, and too easily excited by their destination in Florida.
Charley had done very little traveling, but she had spent endless hours waiting for others in airports. The seasoned, experienced traveler from land to land, always was composed, never disturbed by an unanticipated delay in flight time. Those people had style and class, attributes Charley often wished she could call her own.
Without asking, Robert guided them into the dimly-lit cocktail lounge to wait for his plane. He knew Charley was already getting drunk, but he also sensed her fear and despair at leaving his tutelage. If she needed liquor to get her through the desperation, Robert willingly would supply her narcotic.
"I'll miss you, sweet Charley. We have been good to each other. We have shared many good times ... I wish you would change your mind before it's too late," Robert said as they sipped the drinks he had ordered.
"I can't change my mind. When we were someplace else, on the Islands or flying over them, I asked you 'who am IT' Charley answered, her lithe body leaning towards Robert as she spoke.
He saw the ripe richness of her breasts pushing through her white sweater, noticed the hardness of her nipples pressing against the sweater. Her clothes had been Charley's choice, the only time she had ever had complete choice in her garments since she had moved under Robert's wing. The pale, almost white pants she wore were tight, clinging to the curve of her hips and hugging her ass and thighs like a second skin. A small amount of flesh was exposed between the sweater and the pants, skin dark brown and sleek.
Charley set her glass down. There really was nothing to say. Robert knew every reason she was boarding a different plane. He also knew that a large part of Charley regretted the decision. Her dark, intense eyes met his grey eyes over the tiny cocktail table.
"Who am I? Robert, dear, dear Robert, I am your creation. Before you I was my family's creation. Then, my husband's creation. I left them to find me. You just molded me into another person. Charley is still waiting for her chance. Do you understand?" Charley asked softly, her body leaning towards Robert invitingly. She wondered if he understood.
"Go then. Become Charley, if you can find her. If you get lost, call me. If you discover her and want me, call me then, too. Whatever happens, don't let yourself get swallowed by the world out there, Charley. I will help any time, if you call," Robert promised earnestly. For once, Charley believed there were no strings attached.
"Thank you, Robert. Good bye." Charley rose from the tiny table and disappeared into the bathroom where he could not follow.
The flight to Los Angeles was not crowded. Charley sat in the front section of the giant airliner, her first-class ticket buying her privacy. She gulped down the sweet drinks the stewardess kept bringing before she could request another glass. It was lonely and frightening.
"May I join you?" a male voice asked Charley as she sucked her drink up, wishing she had gone with Robert when he boarded in Miami.
"Of course," her voice was seductive and husky with desire, something Robert had taught her, something she might never forget.
"Going home?" the same male voice asked.
"I don't know."
"What?"
"Yes. I am returning to my home. Where are you going?" Charley caught herself before she let this stranger know anything about her personally.
"Business. I live in Miami. My name is Jason."
"Charley. Have a drink with me. Planes are dull," she invited, her voluptuous body moving towards him as he sat next to her and smiled excitedly.
"Do you have plans once you arrive?" Jason asked, his eyes glued to her body, taking in each exposed curve that she had.
"Do you?"
"A hotel room in Beverly Hills."
"Come with me now. I must use the bathroom." Charley rose unsteadily, her hand grabbing Jason to guide him down the aisle with her.
"What about my hotel room?" he questioned, following the dark-haired beauty into the tiny bathroom, watching her lock the door and exhibit the "occupied" sign.
"Fuck me now. Well discuss the hotel later!" Charley commanded, knowing that she could control Jason for as long as she wanted.
"Here???" Jason sounded frightened.
"Yes, dear man. Take off your pants. Get rid of those things so I can see your prick swell hard," Charley ordered him, her voice sweet and quiet, but her urgency and her desire not suppressed. She cowed the handsome man who had spent many hours in flight, but had never run across a woman like Charley.
"What if someone wants to use this . . Jason's voice trailed off. He was unfastening his pants, his eager fingers looking clumsy as he tried to hurry.
"There are other bathrooms, darling. Show me your cock. Pull your pants down," Charley asked. "How far?"
"Show me the prick I saw pressed against your leg when you sat down next to me. Pull them down far enough to let me see your cock, low enough for you to fuck me when I am finished looking at you." Charley was already taking her pants off.
Her hands worked swiftly and deftly. She was naked beneath her sweater. She sank onto the chemical toilet, her ass hanging above the brilliant blue water. She pulled her sweater above her breasts, exposing the swollen, throbbing buds to Jason's hungry eyes. Her nipples were erect and hard. "You are beautiful."
"You are very slow, Jason. If I look so great, why are your pants still covering your cock?" Charley wondered, her wet cunt already spread before his eyes. She wanted him to enter her pussy, wanted to feel the walls of her vagina close around a man's penis.
"Will you come to my hotel?" he asked again, pulling his pants off, showing Charley a red, throbbing dick that pointed towards her hole with desire. She could see that Jason would come quickly. He was very excited.
"If you fuck me. Not yet, darling. Let me start first. Watch me love my own pretty pie." Charley sank back, her body hanging inside the airplane's toilet while her fingers started to play with her clit.
"I'll do that," Jason offered eagerly. "Just watch."
"Let me help, please," Jason begged, already on his knees before her spread vagina, staring at the way her fingers stroked the flaming red clit that protruded from between her legs.
"Touch me with your cock. Rub that big thing against my cunt!" Charley murmured, her voice fuzzy and distant. She forgot where she was or who the cock belonged to. It didn't matter.
"Here??" Jason asked, his hand guiding his hard pole between her open legs. He felt the head of his cock rub across her erect clit. The woman shuddered.
"Yes . . . rub my clit hard. Rub back and forth with your prick! Harder. Rub my pussy harder! More! Harder . . . shove your penis against my cunt! Fuck me now! Fuck me with your tool!" Charley ordered, her body already slipping into the delirium of orgasmic delights as Jason stroked her clit. She grabbed him and pulled herself out of the chemical toilet.
"I'm coming inside. Here I come!!" Jason shouted like a small boy.
His penis barely penetrated her pie before Charley felt the stream of hot fluid empty into her cavern. Her legs were wrapped tightly around Jason's waist. He held her up, letting her grind her flaming clit against his body while the last drops of his essence spurted into her churning cunt. Charley bit his neck, her climax draining everything except frustration and fear and anger from her body.
Jason licked his own come out of her pie. Charley rested her legs on his shoulders while he buried his face inside her furry cave. His tongue lapped every drop of their come off of her body. She twitched when he sucked her clit eagerly. Charley refused to let him make her come again.
When the plane landed in Los Angeles, Charley disembarked alone. Jason followed behind, still not certain why the beautiful woman had refused to join him at his Beverly Hills Hotel room. She had kissed him and smiled sadly. Her eyes thanked Jason for their folly in the locked bathroom. Her voice had told him she had another engagement.
Charley walked into the airport, feeling alone and afraid. She told Jason that she was going home. As she waited for her luggage, Charley knew that she had no home to go to. She was adrift with only herself as pdot of her dizzy, aimless craft.
She could call Paul or Chris or Rudy or Robert. She headed for a phone booth. Then, without breaking stride, she decided to catch a taxi. She had no home. She had no place to go. She was without direction. But, Charley knew that she had to move ahead, wherever that took her. She could not return to any place or person she had known before. That was stagnating and dying.
Leaving Robert had been the first tiny step away from slow, gradual death. She got into the cab and headed for a hotel whose advertisement she had glimpsed inside the airport terminal.
