I’m knelt on the grass by Emily’s grave, the sky a strange, almost golden shade of blue where it peeks out from behind salmon coloured clouds, a slight wind flapping the skirt of my dress and sending a chill through my body, the dampness of the grass wetting my knees. I gently stroke the stone, wondering what may have been.
“You found him.” A little voice says, its the same little girl from my odd encounter.
“You’re MY Emily, aren’t you?” I ask her softly, she giggles in response like last time.
“We's happy for you.” She says, rocking on her heels, her hands behind her back.
“We?” I look curiously at her.
“Me and Daddy Andy.”
“Andy wasn’t your father though.”
“No, HE’S not here with us. Daddy Andy looks after me.”
I smile, thinking what a good father Andy would have made.
“He say to live.” She states. “live and love.”
“Who does?” I enquire.
“Daddy Andy, he happy for you. He like Rick.”
“Can you tell him I still love him for me? That I’ll never forget him.”
“He knows. I will.”
I turn back to the stone, stroking her name. “My little Emily.” I say solemnly.
“Happy birthday, Mommy.” She says and I turn back but she’s gone.
I sit up in bed, Rick’s hand falling from my breast onto the silk sheets over my thigh. I look around the dark room as he shifts slightly, his hand stroking my leg gently. I lay back down, snuggling back into him, his hand returning to my breast.
“Love you Babe.” He murmurs in his sleep, kissing the back of my neck.
“Me too, Darling.” I whisper as I close my eyes.
Welcome to part 2 of my new series, I’m Charlotte/Charley a 31yo completely biological female that used to be a 45yo biological male until I was forced to irreversibly swap genders in an experiment that should never have happened. I won’t go more into that as its all detailed in my previous series “Becoming Charlotte”.
As you join me now, it’s the early hours of the day after my birthday and I’m currently cuddled up with my boyfriend, Rick, with whom I’ve just had anal sex for the first time in the main bedroom of his “house” in his parent’s mansion home.
My BFF, Sally is currently in labour with her first child with her husband, Josh, who, to be honest, is in a bit of a flap as most first time fathers are at that stage. We’ll get more into that later.
Back to it...
I wake to the early morning sunlight filling the room, smiling as I feel Rick’s morning wood nudging my ass as he shifts slightly in his sleep. Normally I would wake him with a blowjob or put it inside me (I have the same agreement with him as I did Andy) but my strange dream/experience last night is playing on my mind. I get out of bed, slipping my silk robe over my body and head downstairs to the small kitchen, making myself a cup of coffee as my mind reruns the dream.
Was it a dream though, that’s the question. Everything felt too real for a dream. Could it have been a vision or the fabrication of a deep subconscious attempt to quell the feeling of betraying Andy’s memory by falling so completely for Rick?
I shake my head, my thoughts too confusing, heading to the French windows and seeing mine and Rick’s mothers chatting over coffee on the huge patio. I tie my robe tightly and head over to talk to them.
Sometimes a girl just needs the wisdom of her mothers.
Greeting them I sit and ask for their opinion, telling them everything about both encounters with the little girl, exactly what she said, the vividness of last night and the fact that I was sure she was the spirit of my baby daughter.
“So, what do you think?” I ask with a sigh. “was it a dream? Some kind of vision or am I losing my mind?”
“With how real you say it was I’d say it was a vision from Heaven,” my mom says with a shrug. “though you haven’t believed in God since your grandfather was knocked down and killed, have you?”
“Not really, but I do think Heaven is a possibility and that I’ll find out when the time comes.” I reply.
“I’d say you’re overthinking it,” Mama (Rick’s mum) rests her hand on mine reassuringly. “my advice, go with the option that soothes your heart.”
“Well, I guess Andy would want me to be happy...”
“Then your daughter visited you from Heaven.” My mom says soothingly.
“There you are!” Rick’s happy voice calls out and I turn to see him approaching in his own robe, though his cock isn’t still fully erect, it is hard enough to create a noticeable tent in the silk. “I was worried you had changed your mind about me!” He jokes with a chuckle, I stand and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him lightly.
“More like you were worried you wouldn’t get ‘bump bump’ this morning,” I tease, feeling his semi erect cock start to twitch against me. “don’t worry, there’s plenty of time before breakfast.”
“Me want ‘bump bump’!” He announces in a caveman voice, making me squeal as he lifts me over his right shoulder, wrapping his arm around my thighs as I kick my calves playfully and waving to our mother’s before turning and carrying me back towards the house, I wave my arms in an “oh well” expression before resting my chin on my hand with a resigned look, making them both laugh.
“Young love.” Mama says to my mother, still chuckling.
“Front or back?” I ask Rick after a long morning kiss, my hand slowly stroking him to full hardness, our robes draped lazily over the dressing table chair, his hands caressing and squeezing my ass.
“Hmmmmm... can I start in your pussy and finish in your ass?” he says with a hopeful grin, squeezing my cheeks harder.
“So long as you’re not too rough.” I kiss him again, pushing him back onto the bed and straddling his lap, sinking my dripping hole down his thick shaft. “Promise me you’ll do this to me forever.” I gasp, starting to rock my hips, his hands giving light slaps to my rear as my lips slide along his length, my nipples hardening with the exquisite feeling of fullness in my squeezing tunnel.
“Until the end of time itself.” He responds with a low groan, smacking my ass harder, his hips thrusting to meet my movements and driving me wild as his cock pushes my walls aside, the constant pressure of his flesh on my g spot making me moan and squeal. I gather pace, squeezing and caressing my breasts and nipples, squeaking with every hard impact of his hands on my ass, the clenching of my pussy with each one driving us both wild.
“This dick is so mine!” I declare, riding him harder, his smacks growing in strength in line with my movements. “I want it every day, every day until I die!”
“It’s yours, Darling!” Rick answers with a pleasured grunt, slamming his cock up into me as I start to pound myself on it, my gasps and pants becoming guttural as my climax nears. The sound of his hands impacting on my cheeks echoing around the walls.
“Yes! Mine!” I scream slamming my sopping hole as hard onto his shaft as I can, my hands now on his chest for extra leverage. “Mine! Mine! MINE! MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!” My cries must be heard throughout the house, despite the doors and windows being closed (I later found out that each ‘house’ was soundproofed, the only way they could hear us was with the windows open), almost deafening as I jerk and shake, my orgasm smashing over me, my tunnel squeezing hard enough on his manhood to hurt. My back arches, my head loosely lolling and my hair dangling down as I scream again, Rick spanking my now motionless, quivering ass until I finally come down, leaning down and kissing him passionately as my final spasms fade.
I lean up a little, smiling at him with big doe eyes. “Rick... do you know what I want right now?” I sit up, walking my fingers up his chest as my womanhood tightens on his throbbing member.
“What’s that, Babe?” He grins at me, his hands caressing my rear.
“I want... that lovely big dick of yours...” I tease him, circling my forefingers over his nipples.
“In your ass?” He finishes my sentence hopefully. I giggle in response, leaning back down to kiss him.
“Bingo!” I coo, sliding myself from his thickness and getting on all fours facing the mirror of the dressing table. “Be gentle and watch my face to see how I’m coping.” I tell him as he kneels behind me, his fingers slipping inside my pussy and gathering as much of my juices as possible before smearing it over my tight sphincter. Gathering some more, he slides his middle finger inside my anus, easing the tip in and making me let out a small squeak, more in surprise than pain, his large digit feeling like a small dildo opening the ring of muscles. After finger fucking my asshole for a few minutes he adds a second, his huge probes gradually spreading it wide enough to happily take his thickness.
“Ready?” he asks and I nod, pushing with my muscles as I feel him press the head to my tight brown hole, my breath hitching as it pops through the resistance, it’s slickness from me riding it aiding it’s entry, my eyes closed with the delicious feeling of his meat pole smoothly inching its way into my bowels, a long, breathy “oooooooh!” accompanying it’s smooth penetration, my nails clawing the sheets. “Fuck! Your ass is so tight!” He gasps as he bottoms out, his groin meeting my cheeks.
“It’s your huge cock that makes it so tight!” I pant, my muscles squeezing his manhood, yelping as he spanks my rear.
“You know, I don’t know which I think is more beautiful...” He says, caressing my cheeks as he lets me adjust to the intrusion. “the way your pussy swallows my dick or your ass.”
“Well, you’ll have decades to decide,” I purr, looking at him in the mirror. “my pussy and ass are yours whenever you want them. Now... take what’s yours.”
He starts slowly, each outward slide smooth and long, stopping with the head still inside before sliding back in, his pace quickening with each movement. I moan and writhe as his thickness fills my bowels with increasing ferocity, my nods telling him it’s ok to go harder, his hands smacking my wobbling cheeks with each thrust, matching them in power, my soaking pussy clenching on nothing with each impact.
“Do you like my cock in your ass?” He asks, staring straight into my hooded eyes as he pumps my anus, the sound of his palm on my flesh as loud as our pleasured grunts and moans. I lick my lips in response, pushing my ass back towards him as he fucks me mercilessly, his balls slapping my clit making my pussy and asshole twitch as he increases again.
“Oh Godddddddddddddd!” I groan gutturally, my second orgasm hurtling towards me, my nails nearly tearing the sheets, I start to lose my mind a little. “Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Pound me! God! I love your diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick!”.
“Darling, I’m close.” He grunts, his cock, balls and hands slapping my body to heaven. “Can I cum in your ass?”
“If you don’t, “ I look at his reflection, watching his body shake mine as they smack together, my breasts swaying crazily. “I’ll rip your dick off. Now cum in me!”
His hands grip my hips as he pounds my sphincter, his brutal thrusts pushing me way over the edge, a long, extremely loud scream accompanying my new release making my body convulse wildly, my muscles clamping on his cock hard enough to push him to his own climax, his jerking manhood held deep in my bowels as he paints them with his seed, a loud, triumphant roar echoing around the walls with each spurt. Finally spent, he leans down and kisses between my shoulders as my own bliss subsides.
He pulls us messily onto our sides, his dick still buried within me, our breath slowly returning in huge lungful’s as our bodies quiver slightly and jerk strongly with aftershocks, his hand twitching on my stomach. He slips from my gaping asshole as he softens, a trickle of his gloopy mess running down my ass cheek and dripping on the sheets as he gently kisses my neck, my satisfied moans making him pull me closer until we’re finally able to move, walking on barely there legs to the shower and washing each other between kisses.
We walk into the dining room with our arms around each other’s waists, smiling serenely at each other as we head to our seats, Rick pulling my chair out for me as I sit a little gingerly, my asshole and cheeks a little sore, before sitting next to me, taking my hand and kissing it as we gaze into each other’s eyes.
“Rick! Charlotte!” You’re here at last.” Mama beams, breaking our reverie and making us blush as we look at the sea of faces, only Papa, my dad, Tom and the children are missing. “As it’s your family’s last whole day with us we thought we’d have a full English breakfast.” She and Sophia place the last items on the table (it’s their turn to cook today). “Please, help yourselves.” Rick insists on serving me a hearty portion, giving me two fried eggs, sausages, bacon and black pudding along with beans, mushrooms, scrambled eggs and two pieces each of toast and fried bread.
“Got to keep your strength up.” Rick kisses me gently, serving out his own portion as I pour coffee for both of us and my mother.
“Maybe you shouldn’t fuck her in the ass so hard...” Maria states simply, my mother almost choking on her toast, the other’s either rolling their eyes or hiding their amusement.
“Maria!” Mama shouts, looking like she’s going to give her a thick ear. “What she and Rick do in the privacy of their room is none of your business!”
“Oh come on, Mama! It was obvious from the way she sat down! He’s been up there alright!” Maria argues, showing the no filter attitude to sex that Rick warned me about.
“Enough!” Mama says sternly, her look hard enough to stop a charging rhino in it’s tracks. “Leave them be. Tom and the children are coming, so there will be no more of that talk.” Maria huffs, going back to her breakfast and giving me a sly, knowing grin.
“Ah-nee Chah-ee!” Julia’s sweet little voice cries out and she scampers over to hug me as usual, a slightly displeased look washing over Maria’s face. “Un-hee Ryk!” She hugs him too, finally running to her mother for her to lift her into her chair.
“Good morning, Auntie Charley, Uncle Rick.” Oliver says politely as he takes his own seat, we nod in response, not wanting to speak with our mouths full. Tom nods to us and sits next to Maria, enquiring over her and Mama’s raised voices, she says she’ll tell him later.
“Where’s dad?” I ask my mother, taking a sip of my coffee.
“He’s not feeling well,” she replies with a sigh. “he claims he’s dying, again, but its just a hangover.”
“I’ll pop up and see him after breakfast.”
It was, in fact, just a hangover.
Tom drives us into the city in his people carrier for our girl’s day out, Rick joining us for the journey as he has a few things to attend to at the restaurant before driving us back, Tom and Papa will head home in Papa’s car when it closes tonight. Maria rolls her eyes, watching from the front passenger seat as Rick and I cuddle up in the back next to each other, holding hands, sharing small kisses and murmurings of love, Sophia reminding her that she was worse with Tom, especially when she was pregnant with Oliver. Maria huffs loudly when Julia giggles and says “Tay Een Luff!”, turning and staring out of the window despite Tom gently caressing her thigh. Her mood sours even further when Julia insists on holding my hand for the short walk to the shops and that I pick her up so she can look through the windows, pointing out all the toys she wants for her birthday and Christmas (already! Lol).
We do a little light shopping before lunch, Maria calling me over to a jeweller’s window and pointing out the engagement rings, her obsession over Rick and I tying the knot becoming a running joke between us. Julia manages to talk me into buying her a unicorn plushie that’s almost as big as her, Maria becoming more and more frustrated that she has latched herself to me. At lunch Maria is fuming when Julia wants the same food that I choose and though throughout the day I try my best to get her to interact with her mother, nothing seems to work. Thankfully in Amanda’s shop I (somehow) just happen to have my hands full with all my purchases so she has to be carried by Maria, a grateful look washing over her mother’s face, I even offer to carry the dresses she chooses for her, just to make sure they have some mother/daughter time on this trip. To say Amanda made a healthy profit that day is quite the understatement, my dresses, underwear (Rick likes vintage style corsets and stockings, gotta keep your man happy!) and the presents I buy my mother and Mae come to £3500 (I bought a lot of things!) being the least spent of all of us (Sophia spent over £5000 on dresses alone and probably nearly the same on underwear). Though we take a few of the purchases with us (I’ve picked up a 50s style teal silk corset and matching stockings that I’m planning to drive Rick wild with) we pay to have the majority delivered the next afternoon to our homes (mine will be going to Rick’s parents mansion obviously).
“What’s in the bag?” Rick enquires cheekily, nodding at the one with the name of Amanda’s shop on it, by now he knows I’ve either bought something to look gorgeous in (his words) when we go out or turn him into a sex maniac... or both, as he drives us back, the automatic gearbox of the people carrier meaning he can keep one hand stroking my thigh (getting dangerously close to my already hungry womanhood).
“Something for later tonight,” I wink mischievously, nudging his fingers a little higher. “just try not to rip this one, please?” I tease.
“Babe, I couldn’t figure out how to undo the last one.” He chuckles, biting to my little jab. “How are you supposed to do it?”
“Not with your teeth, Darling.” I giggle, a shiver running through me as his fingertips graze my lips through my panties.
At about 7pm, during the second party, there’s a phone call for me, it’s a very tired sounding Josh.
“When?... How big?... Is she ok?... Oh, what a lovey name!... For a few days?... We’ll come see them tomorrow, ok?... Get some rest, you sound exhausted... Love to Sally... Thanks, Josh... bye.” I put down the phone, returning to the party with a grin on my face that Rick immediately notices.
“Good news?” He asks, slipping his arms around my waist from behind as I watch the children dancing with Sophia and Tom to George’s playful ***********ion, he kisses my cheek.
“Sally,” I lean back into him. “she’s had a baby boy, 8lbs 2oz. They’ve called him Gavin.”
“When? Just now?” He asks, a little taken aback since it’s nearly two days since Josh phoned to say she was going to give birth.
“Mmmmhmmm!” I moan as he gently kisses my neck. “nearly 40 hours in labour, they’re keeping them in for a few days for observation.”
“Did I hear correctly?” Mama asks sliding up next to us (I swear she has ears like a Hawk). “A new life in the world?”
“Yes, Mama,” I reply with a smile. “my best friend Sally has just had a baby boy.”
“How delightful! You must invite them to stay when they are settled. It’s been so long since the cries of a newborn have echoed around these walls.” She heads off to tell Papa.
“Mama treats our best friends as if they’re our cousins, she’ll dote on that little boy like he’s her own.” Rick chuckles, nipping my earlobe.
“I said we’d visit them tomorrow, if that’s ok?”
“As my lady wishes, she gets.” He turns me around, kissing me deeply.
“So, what time are your family leaving tomorrow?” Rick asks from the bed, sounding slightly frustrated as I faff around in my walk in wardrobe.
“Midday I think,” I call back. “that’s if Mama let’s them leave!”
“She loves having guests,” He chuckles. “she says it brings the house to life... Cara Mia!”
He gapes as I walk out of the wardrobe wearing the teal corset and stockings set, his eyes roaming my body, particularly my bare pussy. I climb on the bed and crawl over to him, his arms pulling me close urgently as soon as I’m in range, making me yelp excitedly. His left hand immediately grabs my ass cheek, his right caressing the corset, snaking it’s way up over my chest before slipping his middle finger into my cleavage, stroking it between my breasts as he kisses me with hungry desire. My left hand strokes and caresses it’s way down his chest and stomach to find his cock already solid and throbbing (Men!), wrapping around it and stroking gently, teasing his glans with my thumb.
“Babe, I’d like to do something...” He breaks the kiss, reaching up to stroke my hair. “Would you let me?”
“Anything. What is it?”
“I want you to sit on my face.”
“Of course, Darling.” I watch as he shifts down the bed slightly before straddling his head and lowering myself onto his face, his tongue lapping at my folds. I gasp as his tip slips slowly along the length of my labia followed by a light flick over my clit, my breath hitching as a sudden spark shoots straight from it over my body making me shudder. Repeating, he makes me squirm, my breath escaping in a high squeal and I push my womanhood harder to his face, quivering as his tongue expertly slides along my slit, twirling on my hardening nub, getting gradually harder and deeper until I’m humping his mouth with my hole, his muscular appendage delving deeper within me, his hands holding my hips firmly as I grind and he licks me exquisitely closer to release. Like everything to do with Rick, his tongue is longer and larger than most, it’s wet length easily long enough to stimulate my g spot and it’s wideness spreading my walls like a 4-5 inch cock that can rotate of its own accord, with lips that suck on my own like a high powered vacuum.
I start to twitch, my orgasm building quicker and quicker, my walls starting to spasm around his thick tongue as it slavers over my spongy spot, my juices running freely down his throat as he slurps them greedily and sucks harder on my lips. My breath hitches in my throat, my back arching as it hits, my legs trembling as he holds me in place, tonguing and sucking me through my climax. I try to climb off but he holds me in place, continuing his oral assault on my sensitive womanhood and bringing me to a second release, again sucking and fucking me with his muscular probe until I have to beg him to stop, my body racked with aftershocks until I’m exhausted. Once recovered I welcome him between my legs, sliding deep inside me and pumping me to another two orgasms, edging himself and holding off his own until he finally fills me with enough semen for it to leak from my pussy before he’s even finished his release.
“She’s a natural.” Josh chuckles as I sit next to Sally’s hospital bed, holding tiny Gavin, Sally giggling at my blushes over the boys teasing me for the last half hour. I can’t help feeling my heart swell as he grabs my little finger in his hand, tugging it to his mouth and sucking on it, pulling a face when it doesn’t release any milk and starting to fuss.
“He’s hungry again, I’d better feed him.” Sally says as I pass him to her, she opens the front of her gown to let him clamp onto her left breast, a shiver visibly running through her. “it feels weird but kinda... nice.” She says to me with a strange smirk.
"You know some women have been known to orgasm from breastfeeding...” I say to her with a sly glance at the boys, their interest suddenly piqued though they try to cover it.
“Really?” Sally mocks ignorance, playing the game. “I’d really hate to have one right here, in front of the boys.”
“It can come on suddenly, apparently, everything’s normal and then ‘boom!’” I tease the boys who lean closer involuntarily, watching her intently.
“I do feel a bit tingly...” The boys missing her coy smirk at me as they focus on her chest entirely.
“It’s quite common for new mothers, even this soon after giving birth.” They lean even closer without realising.
“Oh God!” Sally suddenly gasps, panting hard and grabbing my hand with her free one, Gavin fussing as he tries to stay latched on. “Charley! I think I’m going to... OH! OH! OH! Uuuuuuuuh!....” She blows a raspberry at the boys who are now well and truly engrossed, making them jump back as we burst into a fit of giggles, Rick looking at me with a sly smile as Josh waves his finger at her jovially, she pokes her tongue out at him.
“Gotcha!” Sally chuckles as she burps Gavin. “Rick’s turn for a hold I think.” She hands him to him, Rick holding the baby like he’s made of glass, cooing and babbling sillily, making him laugh for about 10 minutes.
“Now who’s a natural?” I tease Rick, he smiles at me hopefully and I playfully rolling my eyes, giving him a wink and he turns his attention back to Gavin. “How’s your hand, Josh?” I nod at the bandage around his right one.
“Getting better,” He chuckles, holding it up and wriggling his fingers. “Just a sprain and some light crush injuries to the muscles.” He turns to Rick, grinning. “Whatever you do, when Charlotte gives birth, don’t let her hold your hand!”
“No chance,” I scoff jovially. “if I crush anything it’ll be his balls!”
“Love you too!” Rick responds with a laugh. Our attention is brought back the tiny boy as he lets out a slight wail before farting loudly and rather wetly, his little arms and legs waving as he laughs again.
“Smells like someone needs changing...” Josh gags a little as he takes Gavin from Rick and over to the changing table.
“Mama and Papa have invited you guys to stay when you’re more settled.” I tell Sally. “She’s keen on meeting you guys, especially the baby.”
“Uuurgh!” Josh suddenly exclaims, coughing hard. “Poonami!”
“If he keeps those up, she can have him.” Sally quips, chuckling.
The following day, Rick and I take Oliver out as he was upset he couldn’t spend time with us (well, me mainly) on the girl’s trip. Oliver spends most of the day holding my hand or hugging me, insisting on giving me a high five after every go at ten pin bowling, whether we hit anything or not and cuddles up to me as we watch the latest Spider-Man movie, making Rick chuckle. I end up buying him a giant, vintage ninja turtles figure from a toy collector’s store and he’s ecstatic at the fact that Leonardo is both our favourite. We take him to a park for the rest of the afternoon, Rick watching as he runs me ragged, getting me to push him on the swings, spin him on the roundabout and Rick especially loves it when Oliver jolts the seesaw, making my breasts bounce as I jump a little in the seat, making me squeal (he’s too young to realise, just doing it to try to get me to fall off). On the drive home Oliver falls asleep with his head on my lap and I gently stroke his hair, Rick looking at me with a certain smile. I tell him ‘yes, in a few years time.’, knowing exactly what’s on his mind. As we cuddle up in bed that night after he’s filled me as usual, he teases me about the amount of attention I received from the young master.
“I reckon he fancies you.” Rick chuckles, stroking my hip as I drape my leg over his thigh, my head on his shoulder and my fingers tousling his chest hair (my new favourite post coital activity).
“You really think your 7 year old nephew has a crush on me?” I scoff with a laugh, looking at him and slapping his chest playfully. “It’s just new thing syndrome, once I’ve been around a while it’ll wear off. It’ll be the same with Julia.”
“Oh no, I saw the way he was looking at you, that boy’s got it bad for you.” He squeezes my ass, lightly slapping it. “Can’t say I blame him.”
“So because he was giving me attention he wants me?” I laugh at how ridiculous that would be. “He doesn’t even know about love yet.”
“No, but he will soon enough.”
“Are you worried he’s going to try and steal me? Come on! That’s silly!”
“Nope, just glad he’s got great taste in women.” He leans in and kisses me deeply, his hand squeezing my rear needily. “Now, come here you sexy thing!” He growls, pulling me closer and I feel his cock hardening again against my slick lips.
We finally get to sleep two hours later.
By the end of the week we’ve decided that we will spend most of our days off staying with Rick’s family, heading there after my usual visits to see my parents and Emily’s grave, leaving the following evening to head back to our house (yes, it’s ours now not just mine). As I have the last week of Josh’s paternity leave booked off (random weeks holiday) we invite them to stay with Rick’s family, Mama inevitably doting over young Gavin and giving them some much needed time alone together and sleep, though Sophia and Maria are just as attentive (I, myself, was fine, easily able to stop myself obsessing over little Gavin. At no point did I insist on cuddles or suggest a rota for which of us was going to have him for the morning, afternoon or entire day, honest... OK, OK, I was fussing over him like a woman possessed, I admit it), I often see a slight look of sadness on Sophia’s face at her own inability to get pregnant at this time.
Six months later, we decide to move to the mansion permanently, planning on giving the house to Mae (and Jack) as their relationship has reached a level of seriousness that having my parents breathing down their neck all the time is irritating them severely and I organise a meeting with Mr Knight to discuss my plans.
“If you want to give the house to Mae then that’s entirely up to you, it’s yours to do with as you wish.” Mr Knight says with a shrug, smiling pleasantly. “I will need your new address to update your file, of course.” I write it down, handing it to him. “Ferndale Farm, that’s the mansion just outside the city, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is,” I reply with a smile. “Rick’s Great Great Grandparents built most of it for their children but only his Great Grandfather had any offspring, so it’s slowly worked its way down to his father.”
“I must say, I’m rather intrigued by Rick, he’s the only man I’ve known you to be so taken by besides Andy, I haven’t seen you this happy since him.” He looks at me with a hint of curiosity. “I’d like to meet him, if I may?”
“I can’t see any problem with that, when?”
He takes something out of his desk drawer and writes on it, sliding it over to me. It’s an invitation to a dinner party just over a week away, he’s written “Charlotte and Rick” in the guest’s name space. “My wife will kill me for adding yet more guests but we’ve got plenty of room for you to stay the night.”
“Thank you, Steven.” I reply sweetly.
(I won’t go into the dinner party as it was pretty standard, by the end of the night Steven is almost as insistent that I marry Rick as Maria is. He was quite the hit at the party, gleaning most of the attention, especially from the other ladies and I’d be surprised if there had been a dry pair of knickers around that table at all, including my own. In the end I got so horny from the obvious jealousy, he had to beg for us to stop fucking and go to sleep lol).
To be honest, the move is quite easy as it’s mostly clothes and ornaments that we’re taking to the mansion, Mae keeping the furniture, even the Dalek and Gremlin collections (they were left to her in Leon’s will anyway and, well, I’m not him anymore so she may as well inherit them). I pack Andy’s things back into his footlocker which Rick insists we put in the lounge so I can still sit and read his letters, understanding how important Andy is to me. After officially handing the keys to Mae, I follow Rick to the mansion in my car, parking in my own designated space next to his, Mama clapping her hands and insisting that the men should carry everything inside, though I do refuse to let anyone else carry Mr Snuggles (now devoid of a strap on as I have no need with Rick around) and lose him to Julia less than 5 seconds after walking through the door. Mama tells us to put him in the main house’s lounge as he will take up too much room in her bedroom, Julia saying “No” loudly several times as I go to help her move him.
Sophia, Mama and I chuckle as she drags him and tells off anyone who tries to assist her. With a lot of effort and rather stroppy that people keep trying to interfere, she finally disappears into the lounge with him (Mama finds her an hour later asleep on him, exhausted). There’s a sudden “Oh darn!” and Sophia puts her hand to her mouth, heading quickly to the nearest of the main house’s many bathrooms.
“Is she ok?” I ask Mama, watching as she disappears through the door.
“I think it’s finally happened for them,” She smiles ecstatically. “She’s been like it all day, the women in this family always get bad morning sickness. Maria had it so bad with Oliver she carried a roll of pedal bin liners at all times.”
“How far is she?”
“Unknown, she refuses to take a test. I don’t think she can quite believe it yet.”
“Do you want me to talk to her?”
“After you’ve settled, maybe, though she may have accepted it by then.”
It takes two hours to sort my clothes, not because I’ve got a hefty wardrobe but because Rick keeps choosing outfits and lingerie he hasn’t seen me in yet, requesting they go near the front (dresses) or on top (underwear). Even worse is my nighties, it takes another hour for me to finally put them away with him begging to choose which one I wear tonight, going through my entire collection before finally settling on a very short pink silk and white lace one that only just covers me (I know a lot of women would see something like that as controlling or a red flag but it’s really just down to his excitement, he has no desire to force me to wear anything and to be honest, I haven’t worn some of them since Andy so it’d be nice to turn another man on in them).
I install the thrusting toy in the shower, Rick suspiciously hanging on to the remote as I’m bent over, reaching behind to set it to vacuum seal itself to the wall. Having seen me use it a few times (he likes to watch me get fucked by it and jerk off, cumming on my body and no, he’s not a cuckold. Believe me, no other man is getting near my body when he’s around or otherwise), the second it’s reset he twists the central nob, making the pussy dildo slip inside me before I have chance to react and setting it to a pace that has my knees weak in seconds, a little game we like to play.
“Rick, you fucker!” I squeal, panting as the toy fucks me hard and deep, it’s shaft stretching my tunnel wide and rubbing over my g spot, sending shivers of heaven through my body. He suddenly appears in front of me, his cock almost fully erect and pointed straight at my face. “Oh you bastard!” I chuckle, opening my mouth for him to slide it in, he grips my head and starts to face fuck me, gradually inching deeper with each thrust as the toy pumps my trembling hole, my moans of pleasure muffled by his thickness. Pushing deeper, the head slips into my throat, I suck it in and swirl my tongue over his hard flesh, making him groan deeply and turn up the thrusts of the toy to maximum, a squeak of blissful surprise vibrating over his manhood as he finally bottoms out in my mouth, pushing himself all the way into my gullet, his hairs tickling my nose.
With another twist of the controls he engages the anal dildo, my eyes wide as I squeal, the toy pushing it’s way through my ring and thrusting at a steady pace, the internal walls of my holes quivering over the invading shafts as my pleasure increases exponentially, the fire within now growing extremely hot as the toy and his cock fuck me closer and closer to an intense orgasm, my eyes crossing as he turns on the vibrations, my groans and squeals fluttering over his throbbing dick with increasing volume and pitch, my pussy and anus clenching on their respective invader, the hard, fast pumping of my womanhood and the steady movement in my rear driving me wild, my climax about to break.
I shatter like glass as it hits, my body convulsing hard as it washes over me in ever intensifying waves, my muffled scream almost pushing him over the edge. As I start to relax he switches off the machine, the toys withdrawing as I shudder on weakened legs, finally falling to my knees as I’m no longer being held up by the dildos, his manhood slipping from my mouth as I drop. I lean back against the wall, watching as he strokes his member hard and fast, grunting as his own release nears. With a loud groan he cums, shooting his seed over my breasts in thick ropes that run down my flesh, dripping onto my legs and then the floor, by the time he’s finished I’m literally smothered in his thick spunk, giggling as the last drops land on my thigh.
Remember the canvas sexy pictures from my photoshoot (Becoming Charlotte ch.7)? Rick insists on hanging them up in the relevant rooms, the apron one taking up most of a wall in the small kitchen, the bed picture obviously in the bedroom but opposite the bed, the bath pose going in the ensuite and the in-a-corset-on-a-sofa one going above the TV in the lounge, a constant source of wandering hands from Rick. The full album is kept in a drawer on Rick’s side of bed for when he’s in the mood but I’m not home (he’s my boyfriend, he can jack off over my pictures if he wants to. End of). I finally manage to get him to watch “Christine”, though it takes 5 viewings to actually finish it as he keeps getting very hands on during the film and we end up missing some of it having sex on the sofa (not that I really mind having him inside me several times a night).
For the first time since I had it with Andy, the nightmare of my rape rears it’s ugly head again, my deep subconscious probably upset that I’ve been so happy of late. It’s not as intense as before but still bad enough to have me screaming and struggling as Rick tries to hold me to calm me down, eventually sagging with my back against his chest and sobbing. Having memorised Langstrom's list, he reaches into his bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses (he keeps them there for just this eventuality), pouring a large measure for me and two fingers for himself, refilling my glass when the first drains rapidly and sipping his own as I down half the glass, my tears finally subsiding. He runs through the list, asking what I remember (thankfully nothing) and adds his own idea to it, Distraction.
“What would your perfect wedding be?” He asks, nuzzling my neck.
“My perfect wedding?...” my voice still trembling slightly. “I haven’t really thought about it...” (That’s actually true)
“Humour me, Darling.” He holds me tight with his other arm, kissing my neck.
“Well...” I think hard, my minds eye picturing the perfect day. “I want... a small service in a tiny church... something intimate with just our close friends and family... a simple wedding breakfast... but a huge reception with as many people as we know there... and I want us to head to the venue at least half an hour before the others.” I relax, leaning back against his chest, thoughts of wearing a beautiful, long white gown and walking out of the church, arm in arm as the wife of the man I’m crazily in love with washing any residual fear away.
“Why’s that?”
“Because...” I turn slightly to face him. “when we get there I want you to take me to a nice little room, bend me over, lift my dress and fuck my brains out before they arrive.” I grin mischievously.
“You really are a little minx,” he smirks, leaning in and kissing me. “I just hope my spunk doesn’t end up leaving a trail during the first dance.” He takes my now empty glass, putting it next to his and the bottle on the bedside table, once he’s comfortable I snuggle up to him, my head resting on his chest.
“You know you don’t need to propose, right?” I say sleepily. “I’m marrying you anyway.”
“Oh but I do,” he chuckles, stroking my back lightly. “Mama would kill me otherwise. It’s the only thing she’s strict on.”
“Guess you’ll have to propose then, can’t marry you dead.” I murmur, my eyelids drooping. “I love you...”
I hear him say “I love you too” as I drift off with a contented smile.
A few days later I get an urgent call at work.
“Hey Mama, how’s it going?” I ask as print the latest reports for the department.
“Terrible, Charlotte,” she sighs into the phone. “I need to ask you a favour, if you don’t mind.”
“Sure, what do you need?”
“Could you pick up the little ones from school? Maria and Tom have had a huge argument and I need to take him to the hospital.”
“Hospital?! What the hell did she do to him?”
“She drove off in her Porsche, he tried to stop her and she ran over his foot by accident. Also, could you cook tonight? I know it’s Sophia’s turn but she’s still very poorly and it’s my turn to help run the restaurant.”
“Of course, I’ll make something special. Is she any better at all?”
“No, she’s worse. She hasn’t been out of bed all day, I think we may be welcoming a new little boy to the household.”
“What makes you think that, the sickness?”
“It always gets worse when we’re carrying boys, Papa’s mother had it with him, I had it with both Adam and Rick, as did Maria with young Oliver. Yes, I’m sure its a boy.”
“Well, I best not keep you, hope Tom’s not too badly hurt.”
The children are especially ecstatic to see me at school, Julia rambling from her car seat in the back, telling me all about her day as Oliver rolls his eyes from the seat next to her as I drive us home. I get them to help me with dinner, well, Julia being more of a hindrance but enthusiastic enough about it, so I get her to make the dessert. Rick returns with George just after I put the dinner in the oven, thankfully they don’t get to see it so the surprise isn’t spoiled, though Julia nearly lets the cat out of the bag, but her father’s return, hobbling on crutches into the room stops her just in time, he’s closely followed by Mama.
“Bro! What happed?” Rick asks when he finally stops kissing me, his arm slipping around my waist, looking at the large cast on Tom’s foot.
“Maria and I had a bit of a tiff,” Tom replies sitting in a chair. “she caught it speeding off in her car.”
“That’s an understatement,” Mama chuckles, looking at the time. “I’d best go, Papa’s expecting me. Adam should be back soon from the suppliers. Something smells good! Make sure to keep us some and not let these gannets eat it all!”
“Will do Mama,” I reply with a chuckle. “if they even try I’ll set Julia on them!”
Adam greets her as he walks in, baulking at Tom’s plaster cast foot and receiving the same simple explanation. 20 minutes later I serve dinner, Lasagne, Rick’s eyes lighting up as I carry the hot dish to the kitchen table (it’s large enough and we felt it was unfair to make Tom hobble to the main dining room) placing it on the mat and putting the oven gloves back on the counter, a ***********ion of vegetables in various bowls are dotted around the space. As the partner of the cook Rick gets first taste (that’s just how the family does it, just as referring to spouses as if they’re blood siblings), and I put a healthy portion on his plate at the head of the table.
“What is the meaning of this?” He says as he swallows the first piece, my heart racing as fast as my thoughts as I run over making it in my mind, wondering what could have gone wrong. “It’s even more delicious than when you made it at our old house!” I sigh loudly with relief.
“Real Italian ingredients,” I kiss him on the cheek. “Mama’s finest.” With an approving nod from Rick I serve everyone’s portions, the vegetables left to their own choices, George taking Sophia’s to her on a tray before having his own.
“I want more!” Adam says, reaching for the dish, I slap his hand mid-air and waggle my finger at him.
“There’s enough left for three portions, Mama, Papa and Maria. If I find any more gone before they’ve had theirs, there’ll be Hell to pay.” I tell him sternly, making the children giggle at their Uncle’s embarrassment.
“You’d better hurry up and marry her, Bro.” He says to Rick with a grin. “If you don’t I might just have to steal her from you.”
“Get to the back of the queue, Adam.” Tom quips mischievously. “I’m already planning it.”
“What’s for dessert, Babe?” Rick asks, burping loudly and getting told off by Julia.
“A very special one made by your niece,” I tell him as I sip my wine. “Chocolate chips, miniature marshmallows, berries and sprinkles mixed into ice cream.”
After dinner I check in with Sophia whilst collecting her tray for the boys to wash and dry.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, sitting on the edge of their bed gently resting my hand on hers. “is it still bad?”
“Terrible,” she sighs in response, smiling a little. “I feel better after that wonderful lasagne though.”
“I added a little extra ginger to yours,” I say with a sly grin. “it’s supposed to help.”
“I’m grateful,” Her smile growing to a half one. “I did a test earlier, well three actually. It’s finally true, I’m pregnant.” A strange tone tainting the happiness in her voice.
“That’s wonderful!” I beam, noticing the slightly sad look on her face. “isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is. We’ve been waiting for this for so long... it’s just... I’m scared.”
“Oh, Sophia, that’s perfectly natural! Especially for first time parents, I was when I found out I was expecting Emily (I had told her about what happened with Phil) and Leon? He nearly shit himself when Mae’s mother told him.”
“Really? It’s women who go through pregnancy, why would a guy be scared? His bit’s done isn’t it?”
“Only if he’s a deadbeat. Just look at Tom, see how he is with Oliver and Julia? Reminds me of the few times I got to see Leon with Mae.”
“He was a devoted father, Leon?”
“Very much so, a devotion that got even stronger after the trouble her mother caused and her abandoning her.”
“A woman would never do that though, would they? I mean, really?”
“You’d be surprised. People don’t think that they would but more do than most realise.”
“Did Leon ever say why he was scared?”
“With men it’s many things, whilst the mother worries about keeping the baby safe, fed, and clean amongst many other things, men worry about providing and protecting them. Is he earning enough? Can he keep them out of harms way? Will he be able to teach a boy to be a man the right way? Can he keep his daughter safe from all the predators in the world? Will he be a good father? How can he help the mother enough? That’s just the tip of the iceberg for the good ones, ask Tom about it, he can probably tell you better than I can.”
“I never thought about it like that.” She says with a hint of solemnness and wonder.
“Be sure to discuss your feelings with George and listen to his, it’ll help you both understand and work better together raising the little one.”
“I will... and Sis? Only you, George and I know, can we keep the confirmation between us? We’d like to tell everyone ourselves.”
“Of course, I won’t even tell Rick.” I smile in confidence.
As I turns out, we’d needn’t have worried as they had already cracked open the champagne, George having told them all after phoning Mama and Papa to tell them first (Yes, she was a little mad at him, but she understood his excitement).
Besides a huge celebratory party for Sophia and George, the usual lunacy at work and Rick and I shagging like rabbits, not much of note happens until the family’s Halloween party.
That is, except, our first girl’s night out since Sally gave birth. To make life easier we invite Sally and Josh to stay for the weekend, promising that we’ll go easy on the drinks, stick to wine and be in a respectable state when I call Rick to pick us up... Yeah, as you can probably imagine, that doesn’t go to plan. Not in the slightest. Despite our bet, I get Sally to only buy me one drink rather than pay for mine all night as per the original terms (to help with the costs of raising a little one), even though she protests. I should have limited the attendees and told the others to keep quiet about it as originally it was supposed to be us, both our moms and three of her closest friends... unfortunately it swelled to about 20 of us once word got around and, as you can guess, the drinks changed from wine to celebratory cocktails and our mothers only stay for a couple of hours, not wanting to feel like third wheels with a group of young, fun loving girls. Of course, by 2.30am when I call my hunky boyfriend, Sally and I are well and truly sloshed, so drunk in fact that we can’t stand straight, leaning on each other for support and giggling like crazy. I have to say, he doesn’t look to happy when he pulls up in MY car.
“Rickie, babessh!” I slur, wrapping my arms messily around his neck as Sally slumps against the side of the car, laughing and burping drunkenly and loudly. “I thinksh... I thinsh... I th... we’re a lishle drunks.”
“Sit here,” He sighs, leaning me against the side of the car and helping Sally get onto the back seat, winding the window right down and encouraging her to keep her head outside but she passes out, only held up by her seatbelt. “Come on you.” He leads me round to the passenger side and I flump into the seat, giggling stupidly as he lifts my legs inside and straps me in before huffily getting in and pulling away.
“Wheresh... Where’s the Belveshereeer... Belevesh... Belvesherereeerseh... Where’s your car?” I sway in my seat a little, struggling to focus.
“You really think I’d risk you two throwing up in a classic car?” He responds a little sharply. “I could tell how drunk you were from the fact it took four attempts to ask me to pick you up.”
“But sh-that meansh I can... can... can’t gish you a blowshob...” I drunkenly trail my fingers up his thigh, he swats them away before they get halfway, making me frown with confusion.
“You could make me crash doing that.” He states bluntly, I turn with a huff and open the window fully (thank god for electric windows), the cold air on my face helping to sober me up. After 5 minutes I finally look at him again.
“What’s wrong?” Only a slight slur to my voice now, my unusually high metabolism helping to clear my head.
“You promised not to get plastered and look at the pair of you, pissed as farts.” He says in a low voice, concentrating on the road ahead.
“We couldn’t help it...”
“You were supposed to be the sensible one, Charlotte. You should have stuck to your guns, said no to cocktails an stayed on wine. You promised it would be only a few drinks.”
“Well excuse me for just wanting my best friend to enjoy herself after being cooped up with a baby for months!” I spit, the fact that he’s saying everything so calmly (he never seems to lose is temper) makes me feel like a naughty schoolgirl and annoying me further. “Have it your way then! I won’t ever drink again! Happy?!”
“It’s not that,” He sighs with exasperation. “Do you remember what almost happened the night we met? (Two scumbags harassed me in a club and tried to rape me after I left before he stepped in both times) You need to be more careful, Charlotte. Anything could have happened to both of you.”
“Fine.” I huff, going back to staring outside with the wind in my face. The trouble is he’s right and as mad as I am at him for saying it, I’m angrier at myself for risking it happening, especially as I was supposed to be the responsible one tonight (Though we have had a few crossed words before, this is really our first “row”). He sends me to bed as he carries Sally to the ‘house’ they’re staying in, apologising for me allowing her to get in that state as he hands her over to Josh. I’m already in bed when he walks into the bedroom, shrugging off his attempt to cuddle me as I’m still peeved at myself and feeling miserable, he sighs and turns off the light, rolling so his back is facing mine. By the morning we’re no longer mad at each other, though, and the make up sex makes us rather late for breakfast.
Back to Halloween...
They throw a party every year on Halloween night (one of only a few nights the restaurant is closed) for the whole of their staff and their families, with those who don’t wish to stay the night in the mansion either heading home or to numerous glamping tents that are set up in the garden. This year’s theme is fairy tales with Rick and I as “Little Red Riding Hood” (he looks hilarious wearing the parts from a ‘Teen-Wolf’ costume mixed with a night cap, fake glasses, grey wig, slippers and one of Mama’s winter night dresses), Sophia and George are “Hansel and Gretel” (Gretel now showing quite a baby bump), Maria, Tom and the children as “Goldilocks and the Three Bears” (Julia looks so cute in her bear costume!), Adam and Gisele dressed as “Cinderella and the Prince, Mama and Papa are “Beauty and the Beast”.
We spend the day putting up decorations, making huge amounts of food for the buffet, setting up games, hiding sweets, treats and scary things around the main house, mix various concoctions and ‘potions’ both alcoholic and not, hollow out a hundred pumpkins of various sizes for the kids to carve (with supervision, Maria and Tom’s turn this year) as well as carving another twenty five to spread around the house. The family spends a lot of money for it but it’s worth it to see the joy on their employees faces, each couple is given a certain room to host with food, drinks and a huge pumpkin or skull barrel (literally, they’re over half my height) that’s stood on a tripod base with a trap door that allows the sweets to slide out of the bottom at the front, filled to the brim with sweets of all kinds (when I ask Rick if we really need to fill them completely full with sweets, he tells me that they’ll soon empty. A fact that was proven very quickly! In fact, we have to refill it three times).
The games for our room are “pin the fangs on the vampire”, bobbing for apples and “knock Frankenstein’s monster off his perch” (a doll sized plushie) where they can win a spooky cuddly toy (basically they get as many tries as they like but in sets of 3, so everyone eventually gets a prize). We also have supervised “decorate your own toffee/chocolate apples” where we dip the apples in the melted sauces and then help the kids put them into bowls of sprinkles and sweets before putting them in a fridge to cool and wrapping them in cellophane with the child’s name on a label on the stick, the kids collecting them later on. Thankfully the children’s parents help to supervise but I’m surprised how quickly my maternal instincts kick in and watching Rick with the kids makes me more eager to start a family of our own despite agreeing to wait until we’re married.
Up in our bedroom after the party, Rick and I decide to have a little ‘fun’ with our costumes. I walk into the bedroom in my full outfit (holding an empty bowl with a sponge in it) to find him in bed, the sheets pulled right up to his neck, a tent already visible much lower down. I act all innocent, playing the part as if I need to give ‘grandma’ a bed bath.
“My, what big eyes you have, Grandma!” I say sweetly, removing the glasses from his face and setting them on the bedside table next to the bowl.
“All the better to see you with, my dear.” He responds in character.
“And what big ears you have, Grandma.” I coo as I pull the sheet down off his chest.
“All the better to hear you with.” He says with a grin as I slide the sheet lower.
“And what a huge cock you have, Grandma!” I gasp as if I’m seeing it for the first time (rather than the 300th-ish), my right hand immediately headed for his thick shaft.
“All the better to fuck you with, Red Riding Hood!” He leaps on me, groping and tickling me, making me squirm and squeal, thrashing about enough to get myself tangled in my own cape and begging him to help me, little knowing that he’d use the opportunity to exert a little dominance.
“Hey, what the...?” I exclaim, struggling on his lap as I realise he’s used the corners of my cape to tie my elbows and knees together, shortening it’s length so its now halfway up my back rather than by my ankles. “Rick!”
“Now I have you right where I want you.” He grins mischievously at me, lifting my skirt over my back and pulling down my skimpy panties. I watch as he raises his hand and brings it down on my left ass cheek, a squeal accompanying the quiver in my pussy. “You’ve been a naughty girl, Red Riding Hood.” He declares as he gives my right cheek an equally hard slap, a loud moan joining the shudders of my body as a spark of pleasure washes over me.
“Mmmmmmm, How?” I gasp as another strike connects with my left, my pussy twitching hard and starting to leak my juices.
“You tried to touch my cock without permission,” He says with a sly grin, spanking me several times on each cheek, growing harder each time (a cock that I’ll happily admit is poking me in the belly button, adding an extra, pleasant stimulation to my body).
“I’ve been very naughty...” I moan as each new strike sends bliss washing over my nerves in ever increasing waves, my nectar now dripping onto the sheets with rapid frequency. My eyes hooded as I lose myself in the pleasure. “I should be punished more...” I purr.
I jolt with the ecstasy of the next 6 hard smacks, Rick almost pushing me to orgasm. That he accomplishes another 3 strikes later, my breath hitching as I spasm on his lap, his hand prolonging my pleasure as it connects repeatedly on my cheeks throughout. By the time I come down I’m gagging for his dick inside me, a need only slightly satiated when two of his fingers slide deep inside me, probing as they stretch my walls and tease my g spot, a second release building quickly as I soak his hand with my wetness. Almost on the cusp of a blissful explosion he replaces his fingers with one of my vibrators, the sudden, intense vibrations deep within me making me burst with a loud, blissful scream, jerking crazily on his thighs and squirting my juices onto the sheet.
“F-F-Fuck me! Please!” I pant, looking at him with begging eyes as I still spasm, the vibrator buzzing happily in my drenched womanhood.
“I want your ass, can I take it?” He smirks as I quiver hard, his hand connecting with my ass again.
“Whichever,” I gasp with the increased bliss. “Just fuck me.”
He chuckles, giving my ass a last swat before lifting me off his lap and onto the bed. He uses my streaming juices to lube my anus and his shaft, pressing the slippery head to my tight hole as I tremble with the new orgasm growing inside me, the buzz of the vibrator in my pussy driving me closer to another intense burst of pleasure. It pops in easily, my eyes rolling back as his cock fills my bowels twice as much as the humming toy in my velvet tunnel and bottoms out with little resistance. I hear his pleasured grunt as my ass clenches on his hardness and the vibrator zaps his balls, transferring it to his dick and thusly to my sphincter, my groans growing louder. I lay trussed up on my knees and forearms, moaning into the sheet as he grips my hips and starts to fuck me, thrusting deep into my bowels as I writhe beneath him in the confines of my bonds, a deep grunt accompanying his movements, intensified by his balls hitting the vibrating toy, pushing it against my g spot and increasing both of our pleasure.
He steadily increases his pace, settling into a hard but steady rhythm that has me drooling onto the sheet, gasping and groaning breathily as his long thickness fills my rectum, my fingers clawing and toes curling as he pushes me closer to my third heavenly orgasm, a blissful heat rapidly growing within my nether regions, aided by the fact that every thrust pushes the toy harder onto my g spot, making my pussy wals quiver with exquisite socks. He grips my hair, pulling my head back and spanking my ass hard with his other hand as I push back to meet his movements, my inability to move much adding a spicy new twist to our lovemaking and helping to drive me further towards release.
“Do you like my cock in your ass, you dirty slut?” He demands tugging hard on my hair, the pain aiding my journey to ecstasy, especially combined with the hard slaps on my cheeks and my tight ring being forced open by his pounding dick.
“I... I... I... I LOVE your cock in my ass!” I pant, nearing my peak, my eyes rolling back as stars dance in them, my body quivering harder and harder with each passing second.
“Are you going to cum on my cock, slut?” He increases further, spotting the signs that I’m about to burst. “Who’s slut are you?”
“Y-Y-Your slut!” I gasp loudly, trembling crazily, about to explode. “I’m your slut, RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!” I finally cum, my body jerking against his and driving both cock and toy deeper into my holes, a strange, pleasured noise escaping my mouth that makes it sound like I’m crying and causing Rick to stop, releasing my hair and leaning over my back, stroking my shoulders gently.
“Honey, are you ok?” He asks with concern as my breath comes in seemingly racked sobs as my orgasm continues. “Charley?”
“I’m... I... I’m fine...” I gasp, recovering enough to speak, despite the intense aftershocks racking my body. “I’m p-perfectly fine...”
“But you were crying...” He strokes my hair lovingly.
“Lung spasms,” I side smile at him as I rest my head on the sheets. “that was one hell of an orgasm!”
“Ready to continue?” He asks hopefully, grinning eagerly.
“I should go on top,” I nod enthusiastically, hoping to finally be freed from my cape, despite the excitement being helpless creates. “share the workload.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Slipping his arm under me, he rolls us so I’m on my back, his solid thickness still buried deep in my ass. With one hand between my shoulders and the other in the small of my back he starts to power lift me up and down his shaft, the still buzzing vibrator buried in my pussy making my freely running juices run down over his cock and helping it slide smoothly inside me.
“Show off!” I breathe with a giggle, feeling even more helpless than before which just makes me even more excited, my fourth orgasm already building fast. After 100 ‘reps’ and a lot of squealing from me, he lowers me onto him, placing both hands under my ass, my head leaning back over his shoulder, my eyes closed in bliss.
“Do you want my cum in your ass?” He whispers, twitching his dick and making me squirm.
“Please...” I breathe, squeaking as he lifts my ass and starts to pound me from below, his wide length slamming it’s way into my bowels at an incredible pace making me tug at my bonds as I squeal and writhe, combining with the vibrator stimulating my g spot crazily to push me closer and closer to orgasm. My cries merge with his grunts of effort as he drives me crazy, my body soon stiffening as I burst with pleasure, Rick dropping me onto his crotch as my quivering and twitching anus draws his own release from him, his thick seed pumping deep inside my bowels and filling me with a magical feeling of warm fullness. As we come down he rolls us onto our sides, deftly undying and removing my cape completely, pulling me close as his softening cock slips from my gaping asshole and I barely feel him pull the top sheet over our bodies as I drift into a contented slumber.
To be continued...
