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Mad sex orgy at work

My first attempt at a sex story, typed at work after being bored at work with nothing to do then getting interested in a very hot blond girl. Half way though writing it I was off to the toilet for a wank… <br /> <br />I walked down the corridor with my hard on straining tight at my trousers zip, pulsing almost painfully. I walked quietly up behind the long legged girl with the skin tight black trousers and the long blond hair who had clearly been giving me the eye and god did I fancy her. Being so close to her with such intents made me light headed and my heart pounded hard against my chest. I stood there for a few seconds feeling like I may pass out, my hot throbbing cock clearly getting wet at the tip from the thought of releasing myself all over her naked body in a glorious spraying orgasm of spunk which I could imagine so clearly. She sensed I was there, maybe the thudding of my heart just a few inches from her head. She turned round slowly almost eye to my bulge, my cock so obvious and so very hard. She gasped and looked up at my face now flushed and staring. <br /> <br />Without a word and with her colleges in shock and anticipation of what was to come next, I reached for my zip desperate to release the pressure and show my new girl my glowing sweating member. She was frozen on the spot not sure what to do, whether to wait and see what was on offer or if it was all just a gag in front of her work mates. The zip slid down which was too much for the button that gave way and my cock sprung forward now tugging intently on my pants. The tip of my cock had made a clear damp spot on and was slowly pumping precum through the thin fabric. Now she knew it was for real, should she bolt or show her reserve and take it to the next level, showing her mates what she was made of and not to run away like a little scared girl. She reached over slowly pulling the under pants over my threatening manhood as if it may leap out further and slap her face. My cock now released jutted out hard as rock, it bobbled slowly to my pulse and my asshole spasming as though it knew what was coming. I told her to do as she was instructed without question and she was my temporary slave, I

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Sat, 11 Dec 2010 01:06:09 UTC

Taken – Chapter 1: So It Begins

Thinking back to my school days in Romania I was never the most beautiful, most popular, most desired, or most asked out among the girls my age. I was taller than most girls, thinner than most girls and boys my age had bigger boobs than me. Well, that is until I turned fourteen then like magic the long slender legs became shapely, my black hair grew long, thick and beautiful, my tummy became tight, flat and toned, and I finally had more to put in a bra than tissue paper and wishes. But before this transformation I had to discover myself and of course at thirteen and fourteen discovering myself and my little buttons was not a problem. <br /> <br />At fourteen I had been able to bring myself off many times and as time passed I became better at it each time. I would just think of a hot guy at school and my hands would move to my most tender young parts. I would shower and use the shower wand on my little bud. All the while I thought I was having orgasms and if they were orgasms they were nothing like what I was about to experience. As I think back, maybe as my body matured the orgasms grew in intensity, or maybe not. <br /> <br />Our house in Romania was very old and dates back beyond the time of Vlad the Impaler. For a time when the communists were running Romania we had lost the title to our home as it was taken over by the state and used by the Romanian intelligence service (Securitate of the Socialist Republic of Romania). We had to remove the holding cells and such in the basement and most of the plaster had to be removed and redone, including my bedroom. My bedroom was large with two walk in closets and my own bathroom with shower, tub, sink and toilet and bidet. My bed was a queen size with four posts of medium height. From my bedroom window I could look out and see Bran Castle and the road leading up to it. Our house was on a steep hill opposite but below the castle. My room also had a deck on the back that over looked the road leading to the village center. <br /> <br />Like any other night after school I came home, had dinner, did my homework, and watched a little TV with my friends who stopped by as planned earlier. My friends and I spent the evening watching TV then watching the tourists with my father’s telescope. It was always fun to pick out a couple of tourists and follow them around with the telescope and imagine why they were here, where they were from. We’d talk about the cute guys and fantasize about some of the really studly guys, and yes, even some of the older guys. On this particular late spring evening we stayed out on the deck until past 10 PM when my mother came in and said that it was time to break up the party because we all had school in the morning. As always we hugged, kissed and bid each other good night. Yes, it was a full on the mouth kiss, not the little cheek kisses. Mom used to call us future lesbians but looking back, none of us ever went down that road for eternity. <br /> <br />After we dropped my friends off at their homes I went back and had my usual shower, and even had a little fun with the shower massage as I thought of the tourists in town that we had been watching. Closing my eyes and dreaming as if one of them was a James Bond type taking me hard and fast as he used me for information on the international villain. As usual with the hot water and the soapy hand on my small firm budding breasts, I came as always. I dried myself off as my breathing rate and pulse returned to normal and headed off to bed. <br /> <br />I always sleep naked, even in the winter. I love the feel of the cold sheets on my bare skin. My sheets are always the softest Egyptian cotton and feels so soft against my skin and I enjoy the freedom of being naked. My breathing and heart rate had just about returned to normal when I snuggled in under the sheets and comforter and turned out the light. I lay on my back for a time, still thinking of the tourists and my friends before going to sleep. Another good part about sleeping naked is that I can touch myself and not worry about having to deal with clothing, and this night I fell asleep with one hand on my breast and the other resting between my legs. Yes, this night I went to bed happy. <br /> <br />I suppose it wasn’t long before I felt the covers being pulled back from me and I felt the chill of the night air on my naked body. Stirring slightly on the soft sheets I felt as if my hands were being pulled away from my body and it wasn’t long before I felt lips pressing to mine. On instinct I kissed back, thinking of my friends and the tourists earlier on in the evening. I tried to wrap my arms around the person that the lips belonged to but I was unable to move them. It was as if a great weight was pressing down on them. My nipples hardened as the kiss deepened, my lips parting on autopilot as I felt a tongue brushing against them. I felt a thick firm tongue pressing deeper into my mouth as I gasped out acceptance. <br /> <br />It wasn’t long before I felt my legs parting as if being pulled apart and a great weight settling down upon my tall slender form. I could feel something grinding against my now swelling clit and wanted to wrap pull my legs up to allow better contact with my clit but like my arms, my legs refused to move. Panic seemed to be the thing to do now but no, this was too good, this had to finish, had to play out as I cooperated in every way. I kissed back with as much passion as my fourteen year old body and soul could muster. Breathing deep and loud as I kissed back and enjoyed being kissed more than ever before. Well, at fourteen I didn’t have much experience but damn I sure was getting some tonight. <br /> <br />It wasn’t long before I felt the lips pulling away from mine and move down my neck, sucking and biting gently until the lips locked around my left nipple. I moaned loudly as I tried to arch my back to push my breast toward the sucking lips. It wasn’t long before I felt the grip on my left arm shifting. I as still unable to move it I thought as I felt another set of lips press to mine, kissing me as hard as the previous set. Once again I surrendered myself and gave in to the kiss, allowing the tongue to fill my mouth. My mind was swirling through the kiss and from the now alternating sucking of my nipples. I so wanted to move my hand between my legs to get myself off but still was unable to do so. It wasn’t long as if I felt that someone was going to do this for me. The grip on my legs eased and I felt what I thought to be a chilly wind against the tiny wisps of black fur sparsely covering my young mound. As what felt like a tongue slipped against my little rosebud of a clit I gasped out loudly into the mouth of the lips kissing me. <br /> <br />Soft whimpers began to escape my lips against those kissing me, and as my whimpers and moans became louder the kiss was broken and moved down to my unoccupied breast. My mind struggled to process all that was happening with two sets of lips on my breasts, sucking and licking them, and a mouth covering my vagina. As I felt the lower mouth move from my clit, I felt a long thick tongue press between my nether lips and slide in deep. I so wanted to buck up with my hips but still, I could not move. With each motion of the long thick tongue my moans became louder and louder until I felt another kiss on my mouth. These lips seeming familiar, seeming young, feeling like my friend Vickie that had left me a while ago. <br /> <br />It wasn’t long before my muscles were tensing as I tried to push against the tongue probing between my legs. It also wasn’t long that the tongue moved from my lips back to my clit. I wanted to cry out, I wanted to tremble, I wanted to do so many things but all I could do was lay there and spasm through the best orgasm I had ever had. I could swear that with each wave of orgasm that washed over me I was wetting myself as I felt a cool wet spot growing under my ass. As the last wave came and went I tensed one last time then relaxed totally. My arms became light as did my legs, and I was now free to move and move I did. I moved my hand between my legs which was soaked. Soaked more than any other time that I had played with myself. My other hand moved to my breasts which were wet around the nipple area only. <br /> <br />As I struggled to understand what just happened I reached for and turned on the light to find myself alone in my bed, the covers tossed off almost halfway across the room, and the sheets disheveled and soaked. Scared now I sat up to look around, and in looking around I saw nothing, no one there at all. Looking down between my still spread legs and noticed a long wet pattern which extended out in a straight line about 2 or 3 feet from my vagina. As I looked down my long slender legs toward my feet I could see what seemed to be hand prints in the form of darkening bruises just above my ankles. I wanted to scream, I wanted to know what had just happened, I wanted to wake up… then I came to the realization that I was awake and that the wetness and the bruises were still there… I was fully awake… <br /> <br /> <br />

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Tue, 12 Oct 2010 06:08:54 UTC

Charm

Chapter 1 – Caught by Teacher

Charlie was a handsome, intelligent and fit thirteen-year old boy who lived under very sad, stressful, and demanding circumstances. His mother died when he was six leaving him and his overworked, fifty year old father to patch together an existence as best they could on their own. It was hard on the boy. He had to forsake the playtime activities his friends enjoyed to help his father maintain their home. Charlie learned responsibility, courage, independence, and determination before he learned his multiplication tables. But leisure was just a small portion of what he had sacrificed. The absence of a mother figure left a yawning gap in Charlie’s life, a fact that did not go unnoticed by his father, who steeled himself to find just the right mother figure for his son.

When Charlie was nine his father met just such a woman and married a very shy but pretty, spinster-librarian of forty-nine named Alice. Alice had waited all of her life for an opportunity to fulfill herself as a wife and a mother. Her lifelong ambition was domesticity with a loving husband and happy children to devote herself to. Sadly, she watched the prime of her life slip by with all opportunity to realize her dreams stifled by her own timidity. At long last, her hope was restored when she was invited to share the lives of Charlie and his father.

Alice was such a kind and sweet lady and she was so good to Charlie and his father. Because she never treated him like a kid but rather as a young friend, Charlie quickly became very doting on her. She would relate to him in great detail her long lonely life waiting for a man to love and a family to embrace. Charlie was captivated by her and looked up to her as a tragic heroine that needed the shelter of him and his father. She was their treasure.

At one time Charlie even had a big crush on Alice and cherished her regal feminine grace, heart-shaped face, high cheekbones and large, wise eyes. To Charlie, she was the prettiest, most noble woman in the world and he was proud to be near her. In return, Alice was so grateful to finally have in her life the love of Charlie and his father and she flourished in the fulfillment she had waited for so long and patiently. They all three enjoyed a peaceful, happy existence. Sadly, it did not last.

When Charlie was 12 his father died tragically. Charlie, of course, was devastated but had to walk the long road to recovery basically by himself. With the loss of a love in her life, Alice became an empty shell of her former self. Her slightly nervous but energetic perky nature turned languorous and sullen. Her jet-black hair quickly showed streaks of gray and her light, nimble frame became just a case study in frailty. The first week after the funeral she clung to Charlie like a life preserver, afraid to lose him too. Charlie, being a good-natured and conscientious boy, did not hold it against her to be so clinging and needy. He understood how she felt and did his best to help her cope and cause her no trouble. Charlie actually loved her a great deal and wanted only for her to be as happy and fulfilled as she had once been. Forced to mature at a very early age, he took it upon himself to take care of her and nurse her wounded spirit. Being truly fond of Charlie, Alice returned his affection ten fold.

Having just entered puberty, his hormones were playing havoc on his emotions as well as other things. He quickly discovered masturbation and he lost himself in it on a nightly basis. Many images and fantasies filled his young mind including a great deal centered around his stepmother, Alice, but the ones that he visited most were of his third period Social Studies teacher, Mrs. Petrova. Mrs. Petrova was a full figured widow in her early 50’s who spoke with a distinct East European accent. Her graying dark brown hair piled in neat rolls at the back of her head framed a round, fine-featured face that still bore traces of a slowly relinquished beauty. Charlie had only rudimentary knowledge of female anatomy and even less about sex, but that did not deter his imagination from richly immersing his fantasies of Mrs. Petrova in great detail. The more he entertained himself with thoughts of her, the more elaborate the fantasies became.

These fantasies began to extend into his daily life. He would sit at his desk in his Social Studies class never taking his eyes from Mrs. Petrova. He loved every line of her body and paid close attention to whatever bulge or curve that a tight spot in her clothes would reveal. This compounded with his highly detailed imagination never failed to produce an erection. In fact, Charlie had an erection almost the entire time he was in her class and took great pains in trying to conceal it. His worst fear was of being called on in class and having to stand to give the answer. Luckily, his classmates never noticed the tell tale long crease extending up the front of his pants but one day Mrs. Petrova did and just stared at it the entire time he was standing. From that day on, Charlie noticed her shooting glances at his erection every time he stood or walked by her desk. He was so embarrassed but was grateful that she had the discretionary tact not to breach his confidentiality.

Charlie did not know why he was so obsessed with Mrs. Petrova, he had prettier teachers and other thoughts to occupy his attention but for some reason every aspect of her distracted him. His grades were not suffering so he felt no reason to check his lustful thoughts and then one day he went too far and that was when his life began to change drastically.

The class was taking a pop quiz and all the students were silently bent over their desks working on the test. Mrs. Petrova was grading papers, sitting at a table that stood beside her desk at the front of the row of desks where Charlie was seated. He was working so ardently on his test that he had lost his erection and without watching what he was doing, he knocked his eraser off his desk. He immediately dove to the left side of his desk to retrieve it and as he did he glanced up the row of desks and saw the knee and calf of Mrs. Petrova’s leg under the table. She was wearing that day a white blouse and a plain, woolen skirt that came up to just above her knees.

Charlie was at once thrilled by this small glimpse and sat up pondering the wonders of what was up that skirt. His erection returned. He answered a couple more questions and then faced the nagging curiosity of another foray. He summoned up his courage and then with a surreptitious look around, he pushed his eraser off the right side of his desk. He ducked down after it and then slowly looked up the aisle. There were her legs, her shapely calves rising up to her rounded knees and then between them those softly curved thighs. He focused his gaze and looked as hard as he could between the bulges of flesh, trying to find what lay beyond. As he did, she slightly spread her knees to turn in her chair and when she did Charlie did not see the white triangle of her panties beneath the mesh of pantyhose but rather just a brownish triangle and hose covered flesh above it. A rush of blood pounded through his head as this was the most erotic moment of his life. He was trying to infuse this image on his brain as fuel for his imagination and then all of a sudden her knees slapped closed. Charlie looked up and saw Mrs. Petrova glaring at him over the top of the table.

He sprang back upright and hunched over his test expecting all hell to break loose any second. He harshly reproached himself, how could he do such a thing to his dear Mrs. Petrova? He felt like every eye in the world had seen him and he was now under their contemptuous gaze. He wished he could just shrink out of existence. He tried but he could not finish the test, he sat there loathing himself until the bell rang for the end of the period. Everyone rose to turn in their tests and leave but Charlie lagged behind to postpone the inevitable confrontation as long as possible. As he placed his test on the table Mrs. Petrova looked at him sternly and said, ”I would like to see you after school, Charlie,” and nothing more.

Charlie went through the rest of the day in a state of constant worry, watching the clock with fear and dread. He could think about nothing but what would happen when he met Mrs. Petrova. He knew the shame and embarrassment alone would be horrific. The day ended and as his schoolmates happily fled the building, Charlie took his long walk to Mrs. Petrova’s classroom and stood in the hallway. As dreadful as it felt, it was time to face the music. He took a deep breath and walked through the doorway. Mrs. Petrova was at her desk grading papers. She did not look up from her work but she knew he was there. She just said, “Close the door, Charlie, and sit at your desk.”

Charlie did as he was told and sat at his desk feeling the agonizing tenseness in the air. This would definitely be the wrong time to have an erection and he tried as hard as he could to not think of his adored teacher. Finally, Mrs. Petrova set her work aside and rose to her feet. She walked slowly around the desk and then stood in front of the table at the end of Charlie’s row of desks. She folded her arms in front of her and looked gravely at him.

“Charlie, you know that what you did was wrong?” she said, her voice was like a slap of shame in Charlie’s face. He nodded. “Charlie, a woman’s modesty is a sacred thing. How do you think it makes me feel to find you looking up my dress like that?” Charlie hung his head; he did not know what to say. “What would your stepmother say?” she added, knowing full well Charlie’s guardianship and reverence for Alice. The horror must have shown on Charlie’s face because she calmed him by saying, “Do not worry, I will not bring her into this.” But she still pressed on her attack with, “How would you feel if your privacy were broken like that?” Charlie was too ashamed to answer. “Perhaps you should find out.” There was an agonizingly long pause before she said, “Charlie, stand up,” she said. He stood up and expected nothing but the humiliation of a paddling and then she spoke very slowly and firmly, “Take down your pants.”

‘She was really going to do it,’ he thought to himself, she was really that mad. Reluctantly, he did as he was told, unfastening the belt and the fly, letting them drop to the floor. Then she hit him with an even worse demand, “Your shorts too, Charlie,” she said. He grabbed them and bent down as he thrust them around his ankles. He stood up with his head bowed and waited for her to do something, but she did not. There would be no paddling, she was going to treat him to the same violation he had inflicted on her.

Charlie stood there before her with his pants around his ankles paralyzed with shame. He was more embarrassed and humiliated than he had ever felt in his life but not indignant because he knew she was justified in putting him through this. He had violated the sanctity of her privacy by looking up her skirt. This was fair.

As he stood there in the focus of her gaze, he fell once again to natural impulses he could not control. The thought of this woman he was so obsessed with watching his exposed dick played on his mind. He felt a bond opening up between them, as his exposure became an offering of his devotion to her. A slight draft gently caressing his bare flesh only made things worse. His small, boyish penis began to rise. Charlie tried hard to think about anything but Mrs. Petrova. He tried to think about what his stepmother would feel if she got word of his behavior. He tried to think about his classmates bursting in and witnessing this sight. He tried to think about all the embarrassment that his springing a boner might cause Mrs. Petrova. But it was no use, the thought of his idolized teacher watching his naked dork was too much for him and his erection grew. It rose in a twitching, jerking motion to its full four-inch length. It stiffened to almost the point of aching. It swelled into an arch with the tip pressed against his belly.

When Mrs. Petrova saw it begin to rise, her eyes opened wide and she gasped. It was more out of dismay that he should get an erection now of all times – when he should be humiliated – than out of disgust. She stared at it a moment and then turned aside as if pondering something, her eyes darted about as if she were busily formulating some plan. She stood gazing out the window contemplatively for quite some time leaving Charlie in a quandary as to what further dread might be in store for him now.

She finally turned, walked to the door and locked it. She spun around on her heal and looked at Charlie with her head cocked to one side and a strangely sardonic smile on her face. “You like me very much, is this true, Charlie?” she asked him flatly.

Charlie got very nervous and antsy but something about the smile on her face gave him reason to believe he could confide his heart to her with no fear of any cruel derision. “Y-yes, ma’am,” he stammered.

“Charlie, I have a need… I think I can use you for something I have in mind,” she said.

Charlie was very confused; he expected something but definitely something much worse than that. He anxiously waited to see what terms were about to be leveled at him. She casually strolled to face him in front the table. She stood with her hands on her hips and the same smile as she just looked at him, studying him.

“Charlie,” she finally spoke, “there is going to have to be an understanding between us. We are going to share a very special secret and I think I am safe in trusting you to keep this just between us, OK?”

Charlie just nodded his head. She leaned back against the table as she stepped out of her shoes.

“I am going to reveal something to you that you must not discuss with anyone, no matter what. I am sharing this with you because I think your feelings for me will not let you do anything to hurt me, do you understand Charlie?”

“Yes ma’am,” Charlie nodded again, his fear was replaced by curiosity at what she might be inferring. His eyes were fixed now on her feet, drinking in a new aspect of her he had never beheld before. Her hands went to her sides and pressed flat against her skirt then her fingers began pulling the material up to bunch under her palms. Charlie was mesmerized as he watched her hem climb higher and higher up her hose covered thighs, past the point where her pantyhose darkened, all the way up to her hips. He was absolutely astounded as to why she would do this or what was about to happen. His excitement mounted as her curvaceous upper legs were revealed to him.

She gathered up her skirt all the way to the hem and then in a quick motion she drew it up to her waist and then dug her fingers underneath to her waistband. Charlie’s arousal rushed to overload and he suddenly felt close to shooting his wad. He could not believe what was taking place before him or how close it brought him to getting off without even touching himself. His eyes were fixed on her upper thighs where her billowed skirt just barely obscured the place he knew the triangular patch of her pussy to be. His eyes darted back and forth between her ample, round hips taking in all the exposed curves she had offered to him.

She hooked her thumbs into the tops of her pantyhose and began to slowly push them down, following the curves of her legs all the way to the floor. Charlie felt disappointment as her skirt fell down behind her hands but also a thrill as he knew her bush was now uncovered below that skirt. Mrs. Petrova pulled the hose from both her feet and then slowly straightened back upright pulling her skirt up with her as she went. Charlie took in the sight of her bare, soft, creamy-white thighs and waited for her to expose the object of his longing. After one last pause, she scooped up the front of her skirt and presented Charlie with the full, unobstructed view of the object of all young males’ wonder – her pussy. She stood there holding up her skirt, still and silent, watching Charlie intently, letting him take it all in and then she raised herself on her toes and sat on the edge of the table, slightly parting her knees, putting herself on display for him.

Upon seeing the first glimpse of her pubic triangle, Charlie actually stopped breathing. To see those light brown curls of femininity framed between soft, round hips and surrounded by smooth, white skin was beyond anything his boyhood imagination could conjure. He was amazed and confused as to why she would just stand there and show him her bush like that, it was contrary to everything he knew about the opposite sex. He followed her lead and lifted his shirt tail up out of the way and held it under his arm. There they both silently stood in front of each other, naked from the waste down, exposing themselves to each other for at least two or three minutes. This moment was the focal point of Charlie’s life and he drank in every aspect of this simple yet tremendous exchange. His libido was overdosed and an orgasm was quickly overtaking him. As it approached, he felt the blood drain from his head. Spasms tore at him and strained every muscle in his body. He felt the familiar surge of joy shoot through his dork like a big feather being pulled out through his loins. His sperm erupted from the tip of his young penis, squirting out in thick jets that gushed onto his belly and ran in a slow drool down the front of his thigh. He lost himself in it, let it go freely, almost pushing it forth proudly like an offering to her.

“Oh, Charlie!” Mrs. Petrova exclaimed as she saw it happen.

Charlie plunged into embarrassment and frantic apologies. “I’m sorry ma’am. I couldn’t help it. I’ll clean it up, I’m real sorry.” He did not know what to do. He bent over to pull up his pants while still holding up his shirttail with the other hand.

“Charlie, Charlie, It is alright. I am not upset. It is just a terrible waste, that is all.” Still holding up her skirt, she stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. As she got close to him, he caught a thick, musky scent that he had never encountered before. It was the essence of her sex and it enticed him further. “We must not let that happen again.” She took him by the hand and said, “Come.”

Charlie shuffled behind her as she led him around to the other side of the table and to her desk. She turned and clutching her skirt up tight around her waist, she sat in her chair. She said, “Charlie, come to me. Kneel down in front of me.” Charlie knelt in front of her knees and starred into the mysterious pubic tangle between her thighs. Mrs. Petrova pulled on a lever at the side of her chair and it dropped until her hips were even with his. She spread her knees and drew her chair closer to him, until he was between her thighs.

“Charlie, I am not going to hurt you,” She said in a gentle, low voice, her accent getting thicker. “I am going to do something with you. It will feel very good to you. But you must not speak about this or my special condition.”

Charlie’s head was reeling, could she intend to fuck him? Was he ready for this? Blessed with the almost indefatigable libido of a boy, his erection still stood firmly against his belly. He hoped with all his might that he would perform satisfactorily. He heard a slight slurping noise that he could not quite place, it sounded like it came from between her legs. Mrs. Petrova scooted to the edge of her chair and slowly crossed her calves behind Charlie’s legs and placed her hands on his hips. Charlie was thrilled at the contact, never realizing it was now impossible to pull away from her, as if he would ever want to.

She bent over him so that her head was beside his. “It is time to introduce you to my Charm,” she whispered. Charlie heard more of the wet, gurgling noise and then he saw something move in the center of Mrs. Petrova’s cunt. In the sparse light available between their bodies he could see a finger-like protrusion emerge three inches from where her hole should be. He had never before seen a real pussy up close but he was certain they were not supposed to have anything like that. He pulled away from her to allow light in more than anything else and he met the resistance of her legs and hands.

“It is nothing to be afraid of, Charlie,” she whispered reassuringly, “it is just my special little something extra.” Mrs. Petrova placed her hand before her sex and the tentacle protruding from her pubis reached out and wrapped around two of her fingers. “See? It is part of me. It is going to help us… be together,” she continued in a sweet voice. She drew her hand along the underside of the strange appendage, stroking it with her fingertips. It greeted and reacted to her touch as naturally and adroitly as one of her own fingers.

She pulled her hand back in presentation and Charlie bent down to examine this wonder. In the dense curls of her pubic hair, he could make out the slit of her pussy. He could see the puffy red inner lips highlighting the groove. Out of the bottom end of the slit, where it curved back toward her butt, where her vagina was, he saw the pinkish gray tentacle glistening and writhing like a large slug. It emerged from her vagina and twisted and curled against the surface of her mound as if trying to pull itself out of her. It kept working itself out of her until a full ten inches dangled and writhed from her. It was a little more than an inch and a half in diameter at its base and gradually narrowed to a point with a slit at the tip. Charlie just could not stop watching it and the beautiful pussy it emerged from. Mrs. Petrova just stroked his back and let him examine her. He tentatively extended his hand to touch it, cupping his hand underneath it and slowly lifting. It was wet and slick to the touch. Charlie marveled at how lively it was in his palm, how it curled up and then wound around his thumb, how it caressed the back of his hand in the same way he caressed it. With his other hand he petted the soft curls of her pussy and gently probed her exposed, pink labia. “Come, Charlie. Let us begin,” she finally said and he straightened himself between her legs as he was before.

‘Begin what,’ he wondered. ‘What did she intend to use that thing for?’ With his head bent down, Charlie watched in amazement the spectacle before him. The tip rose and reached for his dick. Secreting its own lubricant from its surface and within, the tentacle licked and slathered a wet, gooey mess all over Charlie’s penis and testicles and slowly smeared it into his skin and sparse hairs. It coiled firmly around his penis three times and he felt himself nearing another climax as the soft slickness and amazing deftness of the organ treated Charlie’s dick like nothing he had ever felt before. After wrapping around him, the tip broke away from the coil and began groping in the air. The end began to open up. At first it was just a small hole but it stretched wider and wider and fluted outward. When it had opened to about an inch and a half it uncoiled a couple of turns from around Charlie’s penis and then stretched down toward the dribble of semen on his leg. The mouth-like tip poised over the glob and then pressed onto it. Charlie could actually feel it kind of suck on his skin. Mrs. Petrova sighed and said, “Ahhh. It has been so long.” The tip slurped and smacked against his skin, cleaning off the area. Once finished, the tip rose up toward Charlie’s stomach. It lightly pushed his penis aside and then started to suck up all traces of the spermy mess on his belly. Its touch was light and tickled him as it worked. He watched in amazement at its dexterity and deliberate incentive.

“Do you have any more for me?” she cooed musingly. “I think you do.”

The tip reached for the head of Charlie’s cock and seized it, he gasped loudly. The mouth of the strange tendril closed over his cock-head sending him to the threshold, he knew he would not last much longer. Her tentacle then started to devour his penis, slowly working itself down over him like a snake eating a rodent. Having never had his dick engulfed by anything more tender than his fist, the sensation was too much for him and before he could get a grasp of his reflexes he shot off again. Charlie felt a jolt charging through his dick as he unloaded his ejaculation into her clinging, warm embrace. He sincerely felt that it had to be the most intense orgasm of his life as the fleshy member seemed to coax every last bit of sperm out of him. As each spurt erupted from him he could hear a faint gurgle as her sucking tentacle accepted his offering and gulped it down.

“Ohhh, yes. Yes, good…very good, Charlie,” She whispered hoarsely to him, lightly petting his back. And then he thought he heard her quietly say, “Feed me.”

The stimulation seemed to make his orgasm last longer than before and Charlie really felt like his bountiful sexual energy had been tapped. Her talented organ continued to suck on him and to envelop his dick. Charlie felt weak and his erection was beginning to fade. Mrs. Petrova felt it too and she said, “Let us kiss, Charlie, give me your tongue.” He had never kissed a girl before let alone tongue kissing and he was a bit worried he would do it wrong. Charlie tilted his head back and opened his mouth to receive hers. She bent her head down over his face, her mouth closed over his and her tongue quickly pushed in.

His first kiss. Charlie tasted something strange in his mouth and then a new surge of arousal and sexual urgency overcame his weariness. He sucked at her tongue for more of what ever she was supplying him and his erection found new life. She pulled her mouth away with a loud smack and said, “Easy, Charlie. A little bit at a time.” Mrs. Petrova lifted her head proudly and lightly closed her eyes. A long, drawn-out moan escaped her lips as if she were enjoying a leisurely bath.

Charlie dropped his head back down and resumed watching her claim his penis. Her Charm had now swallowed his entire dick up to the thin wisps of hair on his balls. Then the mouth began to stretch open wider, flaring out as the length behind it continued to slide down over his erection. The tip opened to a maw of about 3 inches wide and then with one big, even sweep it engulfed his testicles. It wrapped over the back of his scrotum and sucked his balls into a snug, wet cuddle, tenderly sliding to and fro around his trapped organ. He was inside her or rather she had swallowed him all the way up to his crotch.

Charlie turned his head to the side and rested it on her breast. At that point he did not care if she swallowed him alive; oh, what a delightful way to die! She accepted his surrender to her body by wrapping her arms around his back and pulling him tight to her sex with her legs. Meanwhile, her Charm continued to do its work on Charlie’s captured organs. Within the clingy encirclement, Charlie’s cock was being treated to sensations he never dreamed possible. Even using both hands Charlie would never be able to duplicate the firm but tender undulations that rolled and slid the lithe tentacle around his lucky prick. As it tended to him in its tight grasp of his boyish cock and balls, it slowly drew back up into her vagina, bringing Charlie’s penis with it until Charlie’s hips were pressed flush against her. He was enchanted by the sensation of her coarse, thick pubic hairs tickling all around his groin. She spread her knees wide and held him tight against her as she used her hands to induce him to begin thrusting at her, prompting his natural urges. Nature took over Charlie and he began to fuck in earnest, driving to discharge another load.

Charlie was in heaven. He, he alone was in intimate contact with his adored Mrs. Petrova and receiving pleasure from her the likes of which he had never known. He thrilled at the knowledge that she had entrusted him with her deep secret and that through their strange contact she was extracting something from him she highly valued. With his hands wrapped around her ample butt, he drove against her and enjoyed the sensation of her soft flesh and pubic hair on his hips and belly as his cock was gently milked by her clasping tendril. A matter of seconds later, he stiffened under the onslaught of another climax and squirted his third load into her sucking, fleshy tube. She cooed her congratulations to his issue in some language he could not understand and waited for his exuberance to run its course before lifting his chin and bending her head down to deliver another intoxicating kiss. Rejuvenated to fresh arousal, Charlie hugged her hips and bent into a new romp, enjoying such sweet rapture with his beloved Mrs. Petrova. She filled his senses. He nuzzled his head against her breast, stroked her naked butt with his hands, and ground his pelvis against her soft thighs, her lush curls, and her moist sucking depths.

And so the couple continued their exchange through three more of his climaxes, which came after successively longer durations. In the stillness of the classroom, Charlie pumped his narrow, boyish hips against the voluptuous, womanly frame of his teacher. They silently clung together, his small adolescent body occluded by her larger, mature body. With his pants around his ankles and her skirt bunched up around her hips they made an unlikely couple of a boy loving a woman. All that could be heard was a light clapping sound as he struggled franticly against her. An occasional slight sucking sound of her strange appendage alternating its clasp of his penis. A faint gasp and groan as he spent. A small smack as she fed him another kiss and then it began all over again. Deep within their carnal contact, her clinging tendril never relinquished its firm grasp of his small but potent member. Their dance played on until the evening shadows stretched long across the room, until Charlie was shaky and weak from his overcharged exertions, and until his ejaculation came as just a dry spasm. At last, Charlie lay limply against her breast, spent and lethargic.

She allowed him to rest as her Charm again slowly disgorged itself from her vagina. The full length pushed itself out but the tip maintained its tenuous hold on Charlie’s testicles. She unwrapped her calves from behind him and braced her feet on the floor. Taking hold of Charlie’s butt in her hands she said, “Come on, Charlie,” and slowly rose out of her chair bringing him with her. Once on his feet, she spun him around and forced him to sit in her chair, kneeling on one knee beside him. Half straddling Charlie above his lap, she held him with one arm as her free hand began to stroke her Charm over the portion covering Charlie’s penis. She gently pulled the lips enclosing his balls free while pushing his dick out through the end. She finally freed his ravaged cock and it felt tingly and cool to Charlie as a slight draft wafted over his moist skin.

With her skirt still bunched up around her waist, Mrs. Petrova rose from his side, turned to her desk and pulled a moistened towelette from a container in a drawer. She bent over Charlie and began to clean up his penis and scrotum while he just watched her Charm hanging from her pussy. It was now shriveled, a dark red and had a mottled texture. He noticed that it was not as lively as when he had first seen it, it seemed like it was as exhausted from the encounter as he was. She worked delicately around his fragile privates, wiping and blotting until she was satisfied she had cleaned all traces of herself from him. He appreciated the care and concern she showed in tending for his messy pud.

“Charlie, I must thank you,” she said as she worked. Her accent was thicker than usual and her voice was soft and kind, not her teacher’s voice at all. “You have given me a very special gift. I think you enjoyed it as well, yes? You like my little Charm? Hmmm?” She looked at him pleadingly as if imploring him for an answer. “But you understand this must be our secret. If someone found out they would take me away. Your mother, she would become very angry I think, yes? You do not want to see me hurt, do you, Charlie?” She squatted in front of him, looking into his eyes.

“No, ma’am, I’d never let anything happen to you,” Charlie said ardently trying hard to tear his eyes from her delightful pussy and the bloated flesh dangling from it, but he meant every thing he said. This was greater than any dream come true. In his young, inexperienced heart, lust was turning to love. “You’re the best teacher I ever had, I’d do anything for you, ma’am. Does this mean you’re not mad at me? I didn’t mean any harm or anything, I just really like you and all, and …”

“I was very angry,” she replied, “but I started to think that we both have a hunger we can help each other feed. Do you understand, Charlie?”

Charlie, feeling self-conscious, stood up and started to pull his clothes back on. Mrs. Petrova tossed the towelette into the trashcan and took Charlie’s place on the chair. She spread her knees wide and then using just her finger tips, she began pushing against her Charm around the base, slowly helping it pull itself back into her pussy.

Charlie starred at her sex, fascinated. Watching her dainty, feminine hands working cautiously about her mound and labia was more erotic than anything he had ever imagined. “Do other ladies have a thing like that?” he asked.

“Very, very few, I should guess,” she said as she tended to herself, “It was a gift given to me by a dear friend a long time ago. You must not trouble yourself over it. It is my Charm, it is my personal treasure and not for anyone to speak of.” Standing, she retrieved her pantyhose from the table and leaned against her desk to pull them over one foot and then the other. Charlie watched in appreciation the baggy, sheer material assume the shape of a woman as she pulled it up her legs and hips. Stepping into her shoes and smoothing down her skirt she said, “Come, Charlie, it is late. I will take you home.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded.

“Charlie, you may call me Monica when we are alone but the rest of the time I will be Mrs. Petrova and you must behave properly,” she said.

The drive home was basically quiet. Charlie had many questions on his mind but was very tired and just relaxed. He was so happy to have shared the intimate sexual contact with his adored teacher and peacefully enjoyed her presence. As they drew near his questions started to boil to the top of his mind, “Ma’a… Monica? Did you use your… Charm on… your husband too?” he pondered haltingly, wondering if he alone held any special prominence in her heart.

“Of course, Charlie, he was my husband.” she replied.

“I guess you loved him a lot and stuff,” Charlie probed.

“Very, very much,” was her quick answer.

“I loved my dad a lot too. Um, … when did he … die?” he continued.

“In ‘72,” she said, she was primarily absorbed by her driving and answered with little vehemence.

“I guess you weren’t married too long, huh?” he probed again.

“Seventy nine years. Is this your house on the right, Charlie?” she spoke quickly, obviously more concerned about delivering him home than her answer.

Charlie was confused, he knew his math and that these numbers did not add up. He set her response aside and passed it off that she had not heard his question properly or he did not hear her correctly. “Yeah, that’s it,” he said.

She pulled up in front of the driveway and then turned in her seat to face him. “Now Charlie, remember what we discussed about keeping what we did a secret. I expect you to behave like a gentleman and maintain a respectful, dignified disposition when you are at school.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Charlie, eager to show his compliance.

“Very well then, we will tell your mother you are assisting me after school. Now, go in and I will see you tomorrow,” she said, extending him her hand.

Charlie shook her hand and wondered why she had not offered him a peck or at least a hug, some kind of token of her feelings. He shook her hand, said goodbye and exited her car. He watched her drive away happy to have her cherished liaison but concerned to what extent their new bond really covered.

When he got inside, he found Alice very worried about his lateness. She battered him with questions about his new extracurricular duties and it was only with relentless reassuring hugs, pats, and caresses that Charlie was able to alleviate her fuss. He went to bed that night still too tired to masturbate but his mind full of new visions of Mrs. Petrova and their new, secret relationship.

The next day, Charlie rose and went through his usual scholastic routine. He and Mrs. Petrova exhibited the epitome of discretion. Charlie noticed aloofness in her attitude that almost had him believe she regretted the entire thing. He mirrored her cool attitude and was relieved when she said that she expected to see him after school as he walked past her desk at the end of class.

At the end of the day, he loitered in the hallways until they were vacant and then sneaked into Monica’s classroom making sure no one saw him. He closed the door and locked it. She rose from her desk and smiled. They met behind her desk, unceremoniously moved aside their clothes, and exposed themselves to each other as they had the day before. Charlie’s erection was ready and eager for her embrace in fact it had been for an hour. Monica’s snorkel-like Charm began to push itself clear of her sex before she even pushed down her pantyhose. Saying very little they assumed their positions and the coital exchange began again. Anxious for her snug embrace, Charlie knelt tight up against her thighs, too close for her to see what she was doing and she reached between them to find his young cock and hold it out for her groping appendage. She docked her tentacle to him, quickly and smoothly engulfed all of his genitals and began to milk him. They became the room, both of them silent and still. Charlie taking his pleasure and rapture from his adored teacher, Monica extracting with her sucking, tubular tendril whatever essence her body found in his bountiful ejaculate. After an hour or so, having exhausted Charlie’s youthful emissions, they gathered themselves and she took him home, talking as they rode.

This became their routine. Day after day they met and with very little fanfare or dialogue immerse themselves in their carnal congress. Her insistence on his prompt and dutiful daily appointment bordered on almost a hunger-like dependence. She made every effort to get the utmost performance from him, skillfully working him to his climax and afterwards promptly preparing him for more. To Charlie she seemed driven, as if she were working toward some goal and anxious to reach it as soon as possible. He did not care, he was duty bound and more than delighted to bring her more cum if that was what she wanted. Within two months after their sessions began, Monica made the suggestion that they meet before school as well. It was under Alice’s protest but Charlie came in early three days a week to be with her. To avoid wrinkles they engaged each other standing up. Monica would pin Charlie against the wall in a dark corner of the room. Lifting her skirt and pulling down her hose she would access him through his open fly and tap his early morning vitality until his knees were too weak to stand.

Charlie was the happiest he had ever been in his entire short life. Their weekday sexual liaisons were everything his tender, inexperienced heart believed to be true love. His juvenile hopes built up the simple but dangerously intimate relationship into an elaborate future of life, love and happily ever after. He saw her expose her deeply personal secret and use it to bestow upon him all the joy and fulfillment a lustful young male could desire and he was certain it came from a romantic passion she had for him. It was only after some time that her cold detachment began to signal to him that their affair was not everything he had hoped. Charlie began to get the feeling that he was alone in his love. He tried vainly to persuade her of his merit and to get her to show him where he stood in her heart. It was no use, she would not betray how she felt nor melt her disposition that their affair, though sexual, was in no way emotional. Charlie did not feel used because he was rewarded, he just wished so much that Monica was more like Alice.

Charlie made the most out of their car ride home every afternoon, it was an informal time when he felt they could speak freely to each other and he never let a moment pass in silence. Monica was always very guarded in her answers to Charlie’s many questions. She flatly batted away his queries about her possible romantic feelings for him. She was not cold but merely pragmatic and tried hard not to hurt his feelings. She would simply point out to him that he was partaking in gratification that any boy his age would be hard pressed to find and that should be enough for him. Charlie sensed her concern for his feelings and held it up as hope for her love.

In regard to his other questions, Charlie was able to learn that Monica had met and fallen in love with her future husband in her mid twenties. He was much younger than her and after they were married she was terribly worried that he might find a younger woman and leave her. It was then that she was given the Charm from a close friend of hers. This friend was a mysterious woman from the east who “passed” the Charm to Monica and bade her to pass it on to another woman when she had no more use for it. She had said that men found the Charm irresistible and that it yielded other benefits as well.

Of her husband, she spoke volumes. She spoke of every subtle nuance of his character. She talked on and on about every detail of his life and how she cherished him until he died. She said that he had enjoyed her Charm and that she enjoyed using it on him but that she preferred to have him inside her and usually kept her special appendage “pulled in” so that she could have him as a woman when they made love. As she related it, Charlie found himself envious of her late husband and wished he could be held in such esteem and he anxiously wondered when she would make love to him “as a woman”.

Monica had questions for Charlie too. She was always very curious about his relationship with Alice. She probed Charlie’s feelings about Alice and what he perceived Alice’s feelings were about him. She asked about their relationship, about what they did together and about any contact between them. Charlie was more than happy to answer her questions in detail and was glad she had an interest in his life. He told her all about Alice, how lonely she had been before she met his father and how happy she had been to finally have a man in her life. On occasion, Monica asked to meet with Charlie’s stepmother and when she did she was always very attentive to Alice and looked fondly upon how he and Alice interacted.

Alice herself was courteous but always apprehensive about these meetings. She had many questions about what Mrs. Petrova and her Charlie engaged in so diligently every afternoon. She always watched the teacher suspiciously and paid a great deal of attention to the way Charlie looked at Mrs. Petrova and how he addressed her. On many evenings, she expressed her reservations about Charlie’s after-hours duties with Mrs. Petrova and her wishes for him to come home as soon as possible. Knowing she was always calmed by his gentle massages, Charlie simply ushered her to bedroom, put her into her nightgown, laid her down, and slowly stroked her back, shoulders and legs until she fell asleep. He curled up beside her and held on to her as she slept. He hated so much for dear, sweet Alice to be so troubled and yet he could not forsake his deep desire for Monica. As he lay beside her, he wondered what it would be like if Alice were more like Monica.

Eventually, Alice’s anxiety over Charlie and Mrs. Petrova became so intense that she was unable to fall asleep without Charlie lying beside her. Charlie did not mind, he loved Alice and it gave him a warm, happy feeling to fall asleep beside her. They slept wrapped in each other’s arms, with Charlie’s invincible, straining erection, that he hoped she would not notice, pressed against her thigh or her hip.

As time progressed, it was bound to happen with Charlie’s impetuousness and Alice’s starved yearning, their snuggling turned into light petting. Although tentative at first, their roving hands eventually began to pass daringly over each other’s erogenous zones. Soon, petting became necking; bodies wrestled as one, lips pressed together in sweet kisses, and whispers of tender devotions and feeble protestations fluttered about in the darkness. Without so much as a finger tip venturing inside either’s clothing, Charlie pushed Alice to the conclusive extreme of erotic contact. Being the bolder of the two, he delighted in using his light touch to bring her to that tense, squealing stage of release that he was so certain to be her climax.

Though she did her best not to talk about their occasional nighttime fondling, Alice tried to keep their activity confined to her bedroom and then only with the lights out. Charlie would still catch her off guard and playfully but tenderly fondle any part of her within reach. Alice always froze, temporarily losing herself in her stirred emotions and then thwarted him with a pleasant admonition of “Charlie, not now,” and a then a peck. Charlie was watching the restoration of the old Alice as she blossomed back into vitality. She again became industrious with activity. She hummed as she worked around the house and way-laid Charlie every afternoon with excited chatter and fresh ideas. Alice glowed with her newfound happiness.

Charlie stretched himself to attend to the needs of two women, one mostly physical and the other mostly emotional. His dilemma was most pronounced at the point where these two worlds intersected. Alice’s concern continued to exert itself into something that could not be mistaken for anything but jealousy. It became a topic of discussion on many a ride home with Monica. As much as Charlie wanted Monica to assume some sort of possessive position over him and defy Alice’s contention, he was disappointed when on the contrary Monica advised only tacit compliance to Alice’s feelings, saying that he and Alice needed each other. She would say nothing more

Chapter 2 – Freed by Mom

As the months passed and the school year approached an end, Monica’s physical appearance changed drastically. First, the streaks of gray slowly disappeared from her hair, leaving her a thick head of lustrous auburn. Then the lines on her face gradually faded and her skin became more soft, moist and firm. Her body became toned, her gradual, round curves became sharper, wilder, and her clothes became baggy and ill fitting. All the beauty that had appeared faded came back into full bloom. By late Spring anyone meeting her for the first time would easily have taken her for a young lady barely out of college. The changes were so slow and she took such care in disguising them that they went basically unnoticed. It was not until the yearbook pictures came out that the stir began.

Monica’s fellow teachers and school administrators were shocked to contrast the picture taken at the beginning of the school year with the woman they knew now. Questions flew and speculation soared. It was as if this new mystery surrounding her appearance raised a curtain of cynicism about her. They openly wondered what nature of woman she was. People who had been friendly and trusting of her suddenly became distant and suspicious. Inquiries were made into everything she did. Among these inquiries were questions about her and Charlie’s daily meetings. Acting quickly to avoid their attention, she had to curtail some of their encounters.

Monica got around her new restrictions by arranging to pick up Charlie, now 14, outside school grounds and they would park by an old abandoned factory. In an obscure, dark corner of the lot they climbed into the back seat of her car. She had Charlie pull down his pants and with her skirt pulled up she straddled his lap. If there was not a hole already, she just tore open the crotch of her pantyhose and then engaged him as always. She left the engine running and kept a watchful eye out if anyone approached. These unions were always hasty and fraught with danger. It was nerve-racking for both of them but Charlie did not let that interfere with his enjoyment. He always made the most out of it and took the opportunity of her position to let his hands roam over her body, he slid his hands over the smooth firmness of her hose covered thighs and butt, he reached up her blouse and squeezed her breasts through her bra. With his hands more free, Charlie probed around the Charm as it sucked and undulated over his young cock and balls, stroking it, feeling its slippery moistness and also exploring Monica’s pussy. He felt into her vagina around her Charm and rubbed around the clitoris he had read about in the encyclopedia. She did nothing to deter him, saying only in a bemused voice, “Oh, Charlie,” and stroking his hair but never forsaking her careful surveillance.

Charlie sensed the desperation in her as this risky behavior was outside her character. He also finally realized the passionless manner of her conduct. He began to see that she was not doing this out of any special feelings for him nor was she doing it for sexual gratification. She seemed, to Charlie, to be bent on getting something out of him and using every contact she could make with him to get it. He was beginning to get the impression that she only wanted him for his sperm. As he realized it the illusion of a romantic love affair faded. Oh sure, he thought, getting his nuts off in her was great but his dream was dying and watching it happen began to take the joy out of their secret rendezvous. He felt empty when they met.

Charlie and Monica’s peril met a crisis point when the news of suspicions surrounding them reached Alice. Alice had the decency not to connect the innuendos into the obvious conclusion that Charlie was having sex with Mrs. Petrova, but when she confronted him about it Charlie could tell by her hurt expression that the truth was laid bare. Alice began to cry and Charlie just melted inside. If she had been angry he might have staved off his guilt, but not now. It was the last thing Charlie wanted to see happen, he truly felt he had betrayed Alice’s love and destroyed something priceless. He wanted so much to hug her and mend her but she would not have it. This time when Alice told him that he must stay away from Mrs. Petrova, he did not try to dissuade her. Whether she had difficulty sleeping or not, she made Charlie sleep in his own room.

When Charlie relayed Alice’s demands to Monica she accepted it with grim determination but no resistance. She then told Charlie that the school board had just requested her to report to their clinic for a complete medical examination or forfeit her license. “I cannot let that happen, Charlie,” she said with a distinct note of terror in her voice and then added, “I think… it is time for me to leave here. It is time for me to go home.” When she said it, his heart sank. It had become obvious to both of them that they had reached an impasse they could not overcome.

“Will I ever see you again?” Charlie asked, afraid of the answer.

Then, in the first act of real affection she had ever shown, she stepped up to Charlie and threw her arms around him in a big hug. Charlie tried hard not to cry as she told him, “I am sorry, Charlie but no, I think not. I have been planning this for some time, before I ever met you. I hoped I could have waited until after the very end of the school year, but I am ready and now they leave me with no choice. Please believe me Charlie, I did not mean to cause you any hurt, I just thought we would help each other,… without ties.” She was talking in a very thick accent, the way she did when she was at ease. He knew she was sincere.

She drew back and looked him in the eyes. “I have not forgotten you, Charlie. You have been a loyal friend, you have given me a new life and I have made provisions for you in my plans,” she said. They heard a noise in the hallway and stepped back from each other. In a hushed voice, Monica said, “I will come to your house at 8:00 on next Friday evening. Make sure your stepmother is home but do not say that I am coming, OK? I have something I want to give to her…” She was glancing over his shoulder, her eyes had that look like she was watching something far away. She added slowly, “…something for both of you.” She snapped back to presence of mind, “Are you alright, Charlie?” She smiled reassuringly at him; he nodded, turned and left, choking down sobs.

Charlie began walking home at a brisk pace. He felt wounded, more hurt than he had ever felt in his life. He sought the warm, nurturing refuge of Alice’s arms and the closer he got to home the faster he went until at last running to his doorstep. He burst through the door and rushed to Alice, never so happy to see anyone in his entire life. Alice held him in her arms and kissed the top of his head as Charlie cried and begged her forgiveness. She gave it freely. They sank onto the sofa, held each other and talked, about everything. Everything.

They talked through dinner, they talked through doing the dishes, and they sat up and talked into the evening. Charlie felt closer to Alice than to anyone he had ever known. As they talked Charlie finally realized what a treasure was before him all along. At 9:00, her usual bedtime, Alice rose and announced it was time for bed and then disappeared into her room. Charlie was at a loss as to her abrupt departure or what would come next. He went about the house turning off the lights and checking the doors as he usually did and then he heard Alice call to him from her room. “Charlie! Come to bed.”

He stood in her doorway and peered into the darkness. “Let me get my pajamas,” he said.

“You won’t need them, silly,” giggled Alice.

Charlie knew this would be an epic night in his life and in his relationship with Alice. He stepped into the room and began removing his clothes, shaking with anticipation. Naked, his boy’s dick was stiff and ready; he groped his way forward until his hand came into contact with Alice’s wrist. She seized him and they followed each other’s arms to meet in the dark. Charlie could feel the heat of her body directly in front of him. His toes met hers and Charlie felt for her body, stunned to find her nude flesh. Their arms enveloped each other and they pulled their bodies together, flesh against flesh. Charlie took inventory of his senses. He felt her thighs against his, he felt the tip of his cock against soft hair and he detected a moistness in its midst. He felt her belly pressed against his lower chest and the tips of her breast nestled against his upper chest. Her breath fell against his forehead and he lifted his face to her. She lowered her head to receive his kiss first touching their brows together, then their noses and lastly their lips. The contrast between this encounter and all of his contact with Monica was not lost on Charlie. This lacked the hollowness of Monica’s embrace, this had a substance beyond mere physical longing, this was a compulsion to share sensual joy between intimate hearts; this was love.

They kissed a long time and Charlie experienced her with more than just his senses, he felt a bond growing with a persona he knew well and that knew him too. Alice slid a hand in between them, seeking his young penis. She clasped it so gently in her fingers as if it were a precious thing to her. His entire cock fit within her dainty hand and she gently stroked him. Suddenly, Alice broke their kiss and moved back from him. He reached for her in the darkness and found open air. Then he felt her hands on his hips and her kisses on his belly. The kisses went around his stomach to his waist and then the kissing lips moved toward his straining erection.

Her hand pulled his cock out from his body and he felt the deft softness of her tongue swirling around his cockhead and underneath his dick. Her lips closed around him and he felt the wet warmth of her mouth slide all the way down his length. Charlie had no idea any such delightful, unselfish exchange could ever take place between a man and a woman and he was overcome with a tremendous sense of beholding to his dear Alice and he hugged her head in his hands and showered her with ‘I love you’ tributes. Under a light suction he felt Alice’s lips firmly braced around the base of his cock as her tongue swirled and tickled the underside of his sensitive organ. His young cock was lovingly lavished with the most enticing caresses imaginable within Alice’s mouth. Her head bobbed up and down over his short but earnest prod, the tight ring of her lips rolled a wave of pleasure back and forth over his sensitive flesh. He felt transported and his awareness shrank to the sensations inflicted by sweet Alice’s tongue.

Charlie did not last long under Alice’s skillful attention. The familiar joy that eclipses all other awareness crept up and pounced on him and he squirted his orgasm directly into her mouth before he could even warn her it was coming. Surprisingly to Charlie, she swallowed it down, all of it, showing not even the slightest sign of revulsion but rather an intimate devotion. “Mmmmm… Hmmmm…Hmm,” Alice murmured in response to his emissions. She stroked the backs of his thighs appreciatively as if coaxing the last drop from him. His knees felt weak but Alice hugged his thighs and gripped his butt firmly, holding him up. She took him deep into the back of her throat and then slid her lower lip over his tightly drawn scrotum and drew his balls in as well, containing him entirely in her mouth. She continued to suck on him and swirl her tongue around him even after he had completed his cum. It was as if his dick in her mouth was as precious to her as his kiss. Charlie braced himself against the bed as Alice prolonged his erection with stimulation Monica could never have matched with her Charm.

Alice’s attentions quickly rebuilt lustful ambitions in Charlie and sensing his revitalized arousal Alice rose and replaced her mouth with her hand. Whispering, “Come to me, Charlie,” she delicately urged Charlie to follow her onto the bed and under the sheets. He glided under the covers and pressed his body into her embrace. They kissed deeply and held each other tight. He pressed his yearning hardness against her and felt oneness with her that he wanted to make physical. At a point he thought he could bear exclusion no more, Alice rolled onto her back and brought Charlie to lie on top of her. Charlie’s sexual instincts drove him to hump and grind his young cock against her soft belly. There was no mistaking where this was heading, he knew he was now about to have an actual fuck with a woman and Charlie succumbed to nature’s lead. He felt Alice’s thighs rising on either side of his legs as she raised her knees. She placed her hands firmly on his hips and slowly began to push his body down. Never breaking their kiss, she bent her head down to maintain their contact as Charlie sank lower on her body. He felt her pubic hair under his dick and her thighs containing his hips and he knew he was in position. Still thrusting his pelvis in an almost desperate, delving hump, he felt Alice’s arm reach between their bodies again and then her hand on his cock. She guided his blind flesh to a soft, moist spot amidst her hair-wrapped breach and he felt himself sink into a warm, fleshy encirclement.

Charlie’s mere four-inch anchor bound him to Alice in a joint pursuit of carnal bliss. He was immersed in his first real fuck, but being a relative novice, his thrusts were quick, wild and frantic like a dog in a mating frenzy. Alice’s hands gently pressed on his bobbing ass and calmed his attack to a slow, even roll, in and out of her vagina, up and down against her clitoris; schooling the application of his body to hers. Her wide-spread thighs clenched his hips and her calves crossed behind his butt. She clutched Charlie close to her chest, breaking their kiss to throw her head back and moan her delight in rhythm to Charlie’s thrusts, riding his determined attack. Charlie was encouraged by her exclamations of his effort and brought his mouth over the very hard nub of one of Alice’s nipples, sucking on it as he flicked it with his tongue. She cradled his head like a baby and Charlie wished he could taste her. Moving as one, they made music in the darkness, a symphony of intermittently building moans, slapping of moist flesh, smacking of sucking lips, and creaking of an old bed.

Charlie was swimming in a sea of Alice and experiencing her with all of his senses, as if this were the last thing he would ever feel. His body responded to the slick, cyclic grinding as his dick tasted of a woman’s offered pleasures as they were meant to be enjoyed. His cock glided in her smooth, tender, slippery nest; her feminine flesh hugged his thrill-hungry prod and nurtured his wild joy into a rapidly building crescendo. Unlike his cold, soulless contacts with Monica where his ecstasy was managed but never joined, Alice was a participant in Charlie’s joy. Alice’s hips rolled beneath his like a wave, and he gathered from her efforts a new insight into her passion. It seemed to Charlie that she entered this exchange to give each and every delight that she took. She strived with him in the dark, searching with her body for the same release he sought, as they used each other in a harmonious, blind struggle. Then her low, steady moans became high shrieks, her body went rigid and she trembled. Charlie reveled in knowing his lovemaking had just made her climax and with that, he felt himself go over the edge. A surge of splendor spread through his loins and with it came the gush of his sperm inside his sweet Alice. He froze, clamping his hips tight against her opened loins in an instinctive urge to plant his seed deep. Spurt after spurt, he lovingly passed her his body’s gift. To Charlie it was more than any orgasm had ever been. He felt like he had poured his very soul into her for safekeeping. She kissed the top of his head and stroked his back until his crisis had run its course, his last drop spilled, and his spasm-consumed body relaxed.

The orgasmic release chased lust from his mind and his conscience regained control of his thoughts. He stonewalled a pang of guilt that crept up over having just fucked sweet, trusting Alice; his father’s wife; his mom. He instead seized upon the beauty and resolution of their act and what it meant for their relationship. This was good, for both of them, and it was their inevitable destiny. He instantly realized what he was missing in his contacts with Monica; he knew Alice had really shared his pleasure as well as his heart. He surrendered himself to the moment and fell limp, exhausted, in Alice’s arms.

They laid quietly in the dark, enjoying the after effects of what their bodies had just given them. After some time Charlie’s whirling mind tripped over a staggering thought and he broke their cozy stillness with the question, “Are we going to have a baby now?”

Alice just laughed.

It was the first of three times they joined their bodies together that night. Charlie woke Alice a little before midnight with his tender petting and they loved each other in a vigorous frenzy with Alice spreading her legs wide and driving the hollow of her wide pelvis against Charlie’s narrow hips in a furry that matched his own. It left them weak, drenched in sweat and in a satisfied sleep. An hour before dawn it was Alice’s turn to jostle Charlie awake and prompt him to use his morning wood on her. She spread herself over him on her knees and elbows, they joined, entwined, and then moved together in a long, slow, intense wrestle that lasted nearly an hour. Alice disconnected herself from loving discourse and withdrew inside her consciousness, grinding her pubic bone against his, pausing briefly and grunting when her climaxes caught up with her. Charlie stroked and held her; letting her enjoy him until he felt the time ripe to claim his own ecstasy. They had become, by daybreak, a pair of completely devoted, happy lovers and they lived the rest of that week like newlyweds on a honeymoon.

From that night onward, the newfound lovers pounced on each other for impromptu, carefree sex at a mere glance. They gave in completely and freely to their lust without the slightest hesitation or apprehension. Each lover’s body became like a natural extension of the other’s. Without speaking a word, one would merely reach out and take liberties with their partner, and the other in turn offering receptive conjugal repose with no hint of protestation or restraint, yielding passively to their lover’s prompt. Clothes were quickly unfastened and pulled out of the way in a frantic rush to merge their genitals. Afterwards, they were remorseful in separating as if sexual union was a natural state they could scarce live outside of. On some occasions, they consented to remain connected, refusing to disengage, like Siamese twins joined at the crotch. On other occasions, mouths replaced genitals to prolong their partner’s pleasure. By Friday they had given up on wearing clothes entirely, shades were permanently drawn, towels, used for post-fuck cleanup, were scattered throughout the house and the musky scent of stale sex permeated the place. It was the most total and complete understanding two people could ever have. They were like one with absolute sexual emersion the only respite.

The rest of that week at school passed slowly and went as routine. Charlie studied hard for his finals and waited for Friday, never exchanging anything more with Monica than inquisitive glances and reassuring nods.

Charlie sat anxiously in his living room at 8:00 on Friday when he heard a faint knock at the door. When he saw Monica at the threshold, he barely recognized her. Her hair was down and hung around her face and shoulders in long ringlets and curls. She was wearing a light trench coat that came down to her knees with the belt tied tightly around her waist. Charlie marveled at how absolutely beautiful she looked; like she always had been but now casual and lenient. He motioned her in and she stepped through the doorway carrying a small shoulder bag.

Monica hugged him and in a whisper said, “Hello, Charlie. Is Alice here?”

Charlie answered in a regular voice, “Yeah, she’s waiting for you in her room.” He turned and motioned her to follow.

Monica swung Charlie around by the shoulder and with a wide-eyed look of frightened disbelief said, “What? Charlie, I told you not to let her know I was coming.”

Charlie touched her lightly on the sleeve and smiled. “You had the choice of accepting the Charm or not,” he said, “I figured she should too. It’s alright, she understands everything. She wants this, we both want it.”

Monica looked at Charlie in astounded wonder at his foresight and wisdom; he had come a long way. He conducted her down the hallway and knocked on a door. Alice’s voice calmly said, “Please come in.”

When Charlie opened the door, they saw Alice sitting pensively on the side of her bed, wearing a floor length, satin robe and her dark hair in a long braid over her shoulder. As they entered, she rose and turned to face them. The two women stood and looked at each other and Alice said, “It’s true. You really are younger.” There was a long pause as Alice studied her guest with wonder and she finally said, “Welcome to my chamber Mrs. Petrova.” She sounded stiff and nervous.

“Thank you. For two hundred fifty seven years old I am doing well,” said Monica, pausing to let her revelation sink in. “But please, if we are to continue you must call me Monica.”

“OK, Monica then. And please call me Alice,” she said, relaxing a little. Alice took a step toward Monica. She continued, “Charlie told me… I believe I understand what this Charm is and… you came here tonight to pass something to me but… I have to ask you, of all women… why me?”

Monica closed the gap between them by a step and said, “Because you are deserving. Because I feel for you and your heart’s longing. Because I am fond of Charlie, … “ She moved closer to Alice and continued in a soft, thickly accented voice, ”But mostly, because I think you and Charlie share a precarious and trying love and I believe the Charm could change your fortunes.” She reached out her hand and touched Alice on the cheek as a tear slowly rolled down Alice’s face. Both women fell toward each other and embraced tightly. Monica was the first to draw back and taking Alice’s hands in hers she said, “We should get started, this will take some time. We must disrobe.”

Monica began to untie her coat and said to Charlie, “Charlie, please stay close, we may need you.” She set down her bag on the bed and opened it. The bag had bathroom articles in it and several bath towels. She handed the bag to Charlie and then drew open her coat and pulled it off her shoulders. Obviously expecting a necessity for fast action, she wore nothing underneath. When Charlie saw her entire nude body for the first time, he was dumbstruck. She simply put every pin-up girl and centerfold Charlie had ever seen to shame. Her lean, lithe body was well toned and gracefully curved. Beautifully tapered legs rose up to a round, heart-shaped butt. Her waistline dove in gently to form a balanced, hourglass figure with a flat tummy and only the slightest abdominal bulge of fit muscles. Her pert, conical breasts hung on her chest with pleasantly rounded bottoms and nipples that came to sharp tips and jiggled playfully as she moved. Her skin glowed with the fine texture and softness of youth. She had the kind of body that made fashion models world famous. She stepped out of her shoes and waited before Alice.

Monica’s beauty was not lost on Alice. She glanced over Monica’s form with obvious envy on her face. Alice slowly untied her robe and pulled it open. She demurely turned aside and pulled the garment from her shoulders and cast it over a chair by her dresser. Charlie drank in her form that he knew well. He knew her dainty, feminine features and her sturdy but elegant ballerina’s body. He cherished her body and smiled at her, not wanting her to feel disparaged in any way.

Monica stepped close to Alice and placed a hand on her hip. Her other hand reached down for her sex, her fingers rubbing lightly up and down between her labia. Monica spread her knees as she worked on herself and Charlie heard the familiar wet, slurping sound of her Charm pushing itself into view. Alice heard it too and peered down inquisitively between their bodies to get her first view of this unbelievable sight. The slug-like appendage wormed its way out as Monica stroked it like a boy masturbating himself. Alice just stared at it in awe, she glanced over at Charlie and he nodded to reassure her that this was all as expected.

Monica placed both her hands on Alice’s hips and moved her face toward Alice’s for a kiss. Alice backed away saying, “Is that really necessary?”

“Yes. I believe you will find it beneficial,” said Monica, and she smiled, “Trust me, this will be good… for both of us.” She slipped her hands up behind Alice’s shoulder blades and pulled them together. They kissed, deeply, and the effect on Alice was almost immediate. Alice moaned and threw her arms around Monica. Charlie watched this intense contact with lustful fascination. He observed their breasts, the nipples of Alice’s small breasts poked out like pencil erasers while Monica’s entire areolas were puffed and came to sharp points. The soft, pliant flesh pressed flat as the couple closed their hug tight. Their kiss continued and their embrace intensified. Alice’s slow moans turned into whimpers and her hands grasped and dug all over Monica’s back. Charlie could see Monica’s Charm snake up and down between Alice’s legs like a long tongue licking her labia back and forth. Alice’s knees parted into an awkward crouch as she opened herself to accommodate the Charm’s attentions. The tip of the Charm spread open and planted itself into a kiss of its own over Alice’s vulnerable clitoris. A thick, viscous fluid oozed from the Charm, which the slithering lips smeared and spread all over Alice’s puss, lubricating and sealing their contact. It dripped in long strings from the bright red tendril. Charlie’s view of the strange organ became obscured as the two women’s embraced tightened into a hip-to-hip lock. He wondered why neither of them had ever kissed him like that.

Monica turned Alice’s back toward the bed and pushed her down onto it. Alice flung her arms around Monica’s neck and held on tight. Breaking their kiss, Monica called over her shoulder, “Charlie, I need your help.” With Charlie’s aid she got Alice lying down in the center of the bed. She got between Alice’s legs, hooked her arms under Alice’s knees and lifted her hips off the bed. “Charlie,” she injected quickly, “put a pillow under her.” Charlie pushed a pillow under Alice and Monica rested her upon it. Alice was in an almost drunken delirium and knowing the effect of Monica’s kisses, Charlie knew why.

Monica sat on her haunches before Alice and stared down at her Charm. With both hands she stroked and petted it like a loyal old dog. She looked sad and seemed to be reminiscing. Charlie watched her for a long time and eventually said, “You don’t have to… If you don’t want to go through with this we’d understand.”

“I am fine, Charlie,” she said with a wry smile, “I have been waiting for this day, I have mourned long enough. It is time to go home, time to be a woman again, time to say goodbye to my Charm.” After a moment’s pause she placed her hands on Alice’s knees and pushed them toward her chest. Alice was still in her own world, eyes closed, writhing on her back and breathing heavily, under Monica’s spell. Monica rose onto her knees before Alice’s exposed crotch and her Charm again licked up and down Alice’s upturned slit. Charlie had never seen Alice’s wide-spread pussy before from this angle and his eyes absorbed the sight of her pronounced, bulging vulva and her fine, dark pubic hair neatly trimmed to a uniform half inch making a symmetric pattern pointing to her vagina. He was fascinated at how her labia now bloated and puffy protruded from her slit. He contrasted it to Monica’s wild, thick bush that rose to a crown in the center beneath her naval and spread down the inside of her thighs.

Monica wasted no more time. She held a hand under the Charm to steady it as it delved over Alice’s open vulva, she looked to Charlie like a slim man with a mighty, red penis about to partake of a waiting maiden. Finding the proffered portal, her Charm bored its way into Alice’s vagina like a worm delving into soft mud. It slowly crept in, one inch, 4 inches, and all 10 inches as Alice moaned louder with every inch. Monica spread her thighs open to envelope Alice’s ass, bringing her vagina as close as possible to Alice’s. Charlie’s dick was as hard as a rock and he felt like he would shoot a load in his pants any minute. He heard a slurping, gurgling noise emanating from Alice’s crotch as the Charm did he-could-only-wonder-what deep inside her. The two women were pussy to pussy with the thick, red, round base of the Charm showing a bare quarter of an inch between them. Monica slowly gyrated her hips trying to get even that in as well. Situated, Monica lowered herself onto Alice, dropping her breasts onto Alice’s, scooping up Alice’s head in her hands and then supplying her with another deep kiss.

That did it for Charlie; he came in his shorts. Bracing his hands on the dresser behind him, he pumped his pelvis upward with each spurt of his cock as if he were cumming in his dear Alice. He sat down weak kneed at the dressing table and just watched in wide wonder. Alice wrapped her calves over Monica’s lower back and she hugged Monica’s head to her own. Letting out long whimpers with each breath, Alice took on the character of a starving woman set before a feast of the most delicious food on earth.

Monica on the other hand had completely become someone he did not know. She was not as aloof and detached as she had always been when she tapped him. Monica’s head bobbed and twisted as her tongue wrestled in Alice’s mouth. She grunted and moaned as she kissed Alice, her hips made slight rolls and grinds against Alice’s upturned thighs, looking very much like a man enjoying a slow, deep fuck. Beneath Monica’s cascade of wavy locks draped around Alice’s head Charlie watched Monica break her mouth from Alice’s and drag kisses across Alice’s cheek. Monica started nibbling on Alice’s ear and whispering things too low for Charlie to hear. A smile that Charlie thought was uncharacteristically wicked spread across Alice’s lips.

Curious of their plight, Charlie ventured to the foot of the bed to inspect Monica’s plundering of his Alice. He saw two hairy, feminine mounds dancing together in the dim light. Monica’s densely covered patch twisted and heaved as though trying to press a complex task while beneath it, Alice’s neatly shorn vulva rolled up and down as if receiving a light, carefree fucking. From Monica’s puffy brown labia her Charm protruded, glistening wet as it seemed to be struggling with some chore. Between Alice’s long, thin, red labia the inch and a half thick Charm plunged, ardently enhancing Alice’s inner femininity. ‘What was it doing in there?’ Charlie wondered to himself.

The two women continued in their locked embrace completely oblivious to Charlie. He was beginning to feel neglected and a bit jealous of both of them. He was also getting very horny again. The display before him had produced another aching erection. He withdrew to his room and masturbated furiously for relief. He returned to Alice’s bedroom and sat beside the bed, still enthralled by the sweating, moaning enraptured couple. Over the course of two hours he had to relieve himself 5 more times.

The strain of constant rapture began to show on Alice and Monica. Alice’s legs no longer clamped around her lover but just hung sprawled over Monica’s thighs. Her one arm lay limply above her head and her other hand held very loosely Monica’s neck. Monica had basically collapsed on top of Alice and her head lay on Alice’s shoulder. Their heads were turned to face each other and they kissed intermittently.

After a long period of inactivity, Monica wearily lifted herself from Alice and sat back on her haunches. She pulled her matted hair from her face and bent over Alice, lightly touching her cheek she said something Charlie could not understand. Alice was asleep and Charlie could not remember seeing her look so peaceful and contented. Angelic, he thought. “Charlie,” said Monica, “please, bring me a towel from my bag.” Charlie pulled a white towel from the top of the bag and handed it to Monica. She unfolded it and stuffed it under her crotch from behind. She then reached between her and Alice and cupped a hand under the towel, pressing it firmly to her sex. The Charm was stretched tight between the two women and Monica grasped it with her other hand close to Alice’s vagina. Monica gave a short groan as she pulled her hips back and then there was a slight slurp sound followed by a gush of blood from her vagina into the towel. Monica backed away, and the Charm parted from her and stayed with Alice. It protruded from Alice’s labia, pale pink and shrunken, slowly drawing up inside the sleeping woman’s body.

Usually brave and in control of her emotions, Monica’s determined resolve suddenly broke down and she cried. She fell upon her side with the towel clamped between her legs, curled up and bawled as if the world would end. Charlie, luckily, was experienced in this field. He knew her life had just suffered an irrevocable change and her sense of loss would be tremendous. Pulling out a quilt from under the bed he covered Monica with it and tucked it around her. He cradled her head in his small arms, hugged her tight and rocked her back and forth until her sobs subsided.

Having calmed her down, he got her under the covers and tucked her in. He did the same for Alice and then sat at Monica’s side to comfort her. He handed her a tissue from a box on the nightstand and she dried her eyes and blew her nose.

“Thank you, Charlie,” she said. “You are a fine young man. You always have been.”

“It’s OK to cry. I remember when my dad died, I cried a long time,” Charlie encouraged her. He felt anxious for her condition and yet grateful for what she had just imparted to Alice.

“We always cry when we lose a part of our lives,” she said. “We have our cry and we grow a little bit.” She gave a heavy sigh. “Now, I will grow old.”

“You could have lived forever,” he said quizzically, understanding even less about her every time they talked.

“To live long is to watch many, many friends die,” she said gravely as she stared blankly out into space. “Besides,” she added in a lighter tone, “it is time to go home.” Monica looked over her shoulder at Alice and said, “She will most likely sleep through tomorrow. We both need our rest. Thank you for your help, Charlie. We will talk more in the morning.”

Taking his cue, Charlie turned off the light on his way out of the room.

The next morning Charlie woke up early wondering if all the previous night’s events had really happened. He got out of bed, got cleaned up and dressed and then peeked in Alice’s room and indeed found both women sleeping where he had left them. He went to the kitchen, started a pot of coffee and began to make breakfast. He heard a noise down the hallway and went there immediately to find Monica with her coat on, weakly bracing herself in the bathroom doorway. She stood there staring blankly at her reflection in the vanity mirror.

Charlie started to speak but Monica broke through in a low monotone, “Strange, she does not look any different than yesterday.” This was a peculiar mood he had never seen before; surly, and a little bitter. “I start a new life today,” she continued, “I had better make ready.” She stumbled on in to the bathroom pushing the door half closed behind her without vehemence.

Charlie fetched her shoulder bag and passed it through the crack in the door. Timid about what might emerge he retreated back to the kitchen. She came out some time later in a nice fitting pair of slacks and sweater with her hair tied back in a neat bow. She looked fresh and seemed to be in a much more pleasant mood. She sat down to her breakfast and Charlie evoked light chatter.

The dam burst, Monica talked and talked. As she talked, her mood got lighter. She talked on through the afternoon and early evening. She talked mostly about her home in the old country. Peasant life in the old Austrian-Hungarian Empire and the scourge of the terrible Bonaparte, most of what she said went over Charlie’s head but he listened politely and attentively. These would be the last few minutes he would spend with her, so he filled himself on her every word.

It was not until mid-evening that their long talk was interrupted by Alice’s call from her room. Charlie and Monica ran down the hall to find her trying weakly to sit up in bed. They assured themselves of her well-being and saw to her needs. Monica asked Charlie to leave her alone with Alice for an important talk and he complied closing the door behind him.

Charlie had paced up and down the hallway outside Alice’s closed door and heard their hushed voices as Alice asked pointed questions and Monica returned long, droning explanations. There were light moments punctuated by bursts of laughter. There were tense, quiet moments with slight, wet, gurgling and smacking sounds, sounds of apparently some kind of demonstration which prompted exclamations of OO’s and AH’s from Alice.

At ten that evening Monica finally came out of Alice’s room to confront a very concerned Charlie. He knew in a glance by her determined expression and stern, poised posture that this would be a short and final goodbye. She would be putting him resolutely behind her, it was all over now. Any dream he had ever nurtured of her would never be anything more than a memory from here on. As much as Charlie felt a need to mourn this moment, he could not. He was emotionally drained and distracted by the whole week’s events. He had a real love now, someone who shared his feelings and would share his life as long as he lived. That thought had strange implications but thinking about how to address it would have to wait for now. It was time to change the guard and send Monica on her way with a clear conscience.

“Charlie… I…” she began, “I hate long goodbyes… I will miss you.” Her face strained under the weight of strong emotions.

“Me too,” he ejected. He had so much he wanted to say, so much more than the words ‘Thank you’ could ever convey.

“I’m a better Charlie for having known you,” was all that came out. It must have been what she wanted to hear, she bent down and gave him a big hug and a long kiss on his neck. She suddenly drew back with a quick, ragged sigh as if she were choking back a sob.

“Take care of each other, Charlie. I am sorry one rebirth is all I can offer both of you. Make it as long and happy a life as you can,” she blurted out, she was trying hard not to cry.

“We will,” he answered, “and we’ll keep you in our thoughts always, you’ve made us both very happy.” He opened the door and stepped aside for her, letting her escape before she broke down. He heard a short sob as she trotted down the stairs and over to her car. He watched as she started her car and drove away. And she was gone; his first love; to where or how he did not know but she took a big piece of him with her. He knew there was now a yawning chasm of sorrow before him but he was too numb to feel it. He stood there in the doorway a very long time taking inventory of everything this event contained and stored it inside for when his grief caught up with him.

It had been a long day. He closed the door, locked it, turned off the lights and stumbled to Alice’s bed. She was already sound asleep. He pressed his cheek to her forehead to check her temperature and then lifted the sheet to check for any bleeding. Stripping down, he climbed into bed and curled up beside her and was out within seconds.

The next morning the pair found each other the way they had for the past week. Groggily groping in the near darkness, they pulled their groins together like some slow motion magnetic attraction. Penis drew toward vagina like a hungry kitten seeking mother’s nipple. Half asleep, Alice pulled Charlie on top of her as her mouth sought his. Charlie’s hips fell between her spread thighs and started to grind for relief. In the next instant they were deeply engaged in love’s union, no guidance was necessary nor near misses made. They had tied so many times already that re-coupling came as easy for them as trained circus performers. As soon as they were locked together, a passionate exercise was in full swing and a pair of sizable, synchronized orgasms were well on the way.

Lust tickled Charlie into wakeful concentration as his delving dick became the center of his awareness. He curled his hands over Alice’s shoulders to leverage his attack and intensified his thrusts into her, forcefully claiming dominion over her pussy and treating his cock to as much of it as he could. She locked her arms around his neck and head, sucked hard on his tongue and lived her lust through their kiss. As if suddenly remembering a lost art, she uttered a long squeal and froze her hips in mid pump. Charlie felt something move inside her, near the tip of his cock-head. Like a small hand, something felt around, captured it, closed over his glans and then firmly clutched at it. Startled by the new twist in his pleasure, that was all it took for him to let go and gush his seed into his mate. He wanted it to never stop; to flow into her like a stream. Inside her clinging, wet channel it was milked from him, every last spurt, voraciously. Alice cooed in recognition before her body tensed and then she bucked against him for her own climactic bliss.

The thought of recuperation never entered Charlie’s mind. He was as full of sexual longing as when he started and launched back into full hump mode as soon as Alice’s tremors had relented. Alice’s Charm released the head of Charlie’s penis and he felt a slithering along the length of his cock as the Charm pushed its way out of Alice’s vagina. He felt a cool wetness around his crotch as the deft tongue cleverly licked and coiled about his testicles. He fucked into her relentlessly, meanwhile, a wet, blubbery mouth slowly but deliberately engulfed his scrotum and began to gently suck and swirl around his balls supplying the boy with pleasures beyond men’s imagination.

Before Charlie became completely lost in his devotions, Alice broke their kiss and looked deep into his eyes. “I love you, Charlie. I love you so much,” she said through heavy puffs of breath.

Charlie stopped, returned her passionate gaze and said, “I love you so very much, too. I always have.” They pulled their mouths together again and Charlie knew it was true. He had always loved Alice and now he would have her all of his life, just like he had always wanted, as a nurturing, mature lady and as a young, playful teen, while she would be rewarded with a new life; the life she had denied herself, with a handsome, young man to love her.

The End

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